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I saw them repositioning the cameras out of my peripheral vision. One was on a set of dolly tracks. I held onto Orpheus’s dick as I maneuvered around to take a seat in the end chair.
“Relax, baby,” I said. “Lose yourself in the moment.”
Orpheus threw his head back as I licked the head of his dick and then suckled on it, extracting his pre-cum. I continued to caress his balls and then I bounced them up and down gently as I took his dick into my mouth, a little bit at a time.
I relaxed the back of my throat so I could cram as much of it inside my cheeks as possible. Taking it all in was a pipe dream—something to aspire to but never truly attainable.
Now in the film world, even the porno film world, sex moves at the speed of lightning, and we were making a short film. So I sucked Orpheus off good—damn good—for about five minutes before he pulled me up off the chair and lifted my ass onto the table.
He pushed my back down on the table and started sucking on my left breast while he pinched my right nipple. Then he pushed them both together and started motorboating them. It was such an incredible turn-on. I wanted to scream when the director yelled out, “Let’s move this along!” I had forgotten anyone else was even there for a moment.
Orpheus moved his head down slowly, toward my pussy, making pit stops at my navel and the rim of my pelvis, where he flicked his tongue from side to side. A lot of people do not realize that the rim, where the hipbones meet on a woman, can be a great source of pleasure if handled the correct way. That’s one benefit of fucking around with the masters of the game. They understand how to manipulate a woman’s body like no others.
Orpheus buried his entire nose in my pussy and inhaled it like a summer’s eve. He spread my thighs open even wider with his mammoth hands and I decided to make it simple: I spread my legs into a “V” and lifted my back a little so I could grab my ankles.
He grinned as I stared down into his eyes. “Who am I to tell a starving man that I can’t feed him,” I said, and scooted my ass down closer to the edge of the table so he could lick it all from front to back, including my anus.
And lick it all he did! Then he ate me out something fierce.
Of course, it wasn’t long before the director was rushing us along again.
Back in the real world, King Midas was starting to run out of battery life, and that frustrated me to no end.
Zoe, you need to hurry up and get this nut off, the real me thought to myself.
BACK TO SCENE:
Since my batteries were weak, I sped up the fantasy like crazy. There was nothing worse than masturbating and not getting to climax. It was hard for me to accomplish that without a toy buzzing and working magic inside of me. I had damn near become immune to mere handiwork.
Orpheus now was balls deep inside of me as I was taken for the ride of my life on top of that big-ass oak table. The table was sliding back and forth on the tile floor.
“Fuck going slow!” I screamed. “Bang the fuck out of me!”
“No! No!” the directed yelled out in frustration. “Slow on the table! Rough on the counter!”
I grabbed both sides of Orpheus’s head so he would concentrate on me instead of on the director. “Don’t you fucking listen to him. I want to come. I need to come now.”
Orpheus zoned everybody else out like I had and put the kind of punishment on my pussy that could have landed him in the Golden Dick Hall of Fame. I came so hard that my thighs started having aftershocks, both in my imagination and in real life.
I quivered in my desk chair as King Midas exerted his last little bit of effort before I replaced the four AA batteries. Coming back down to earth, I made a mental note to pick up the batteries when I went to Wal-Mart the next day to get Peter a new baseball glove and Kyle and Kayla—the twins—new controllers for their PlayStation 4.
That was how it went: I would get lost in a masturbating sequence and then bounce right back to the reality of it all—the days of my life.
I sighed as I stood on wobbly legs and tried to gather my composure. All of that and I still had a date to get fucked a little later. I still had about an hour to kill, so I called Marcella to check in.
She picked up on the third ring. “Dr. Spencer.” Then she must have looked at her caller ID. “Oh, hey, Zoe.”
“Hey, Marcella.”
“Is something wrong?”
I realized that my breathing was still a little labored, like after a brisk walk in the night air. “I’m good. Just got finishing working out,” I lied. “I wanted to make sure you’d be able to keep our appointment time on Tuesday.”
“Yes, actually, I
worked it out. I postponed the meeting I had. We can still do your regular time.”
“Cool. I was worried about missing a week. Even when we shoot the breeze, it’s extremely helpful to me.” I paused. “Well, you know what therapy accomplishes already.”
