Forget about privacy

Just as discretion is about to dictate that we go somewhere more private, Tess succeeds in undoing my pants and reaching inside. The sensation of her small, soft hand on my cock refocused my attention to something far more important and pressing than concerns about privacy.

“Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Tess, looking down at her catch. “You’re bigger than the actors I work with!” She’s not the first to exclaim surprise at my size, but it still fills me with pride.

“Why don’t you show me some of those fluffer skills you’ve been refining,” I suggest, gently reminding her of the purpose of this demonstration.

Tess smiles and drops down to her knees. If I had planned this a little better, I would have taken a seat or laid down, but as it was I received my first blowjob as a porn studio owner while standing in the middle of the lounge while Justin Bieber sang, “Baby, baby, baby” on the television.

Bieber didn’t garner my attention for long because Tess definitely knew what she was doing. Massaging the base of my cock with her hand, she wrapped her warm lips around its head and sucked, as her tongue explored all around my swelling tip. I’ve had good blowjobs before (is there such a thing as a bad one?) but this was quickly rising in contention to be among the best. Tess knew just the right times to switch between a suck, a kiss, and a lick. Just as I thought I was going to unload right down her throat, she switched to licking my nuts. In surprise I looked down and saw her smiling. “You were getting ready to cum, weren’t you? A good fluffer knows how to take a guy to the edge, but not past it. I’m supposed to keep you hard until your scene is ready to shoot.”

I didn’t have a scene to shoot, but I definitely had a load of cum that I wanted to shoot. Tess moved back to my shaft, and like some kind of sensuous snake began to swallow my inch by inch by inch. Not many girls can deep throat a guy my size, and I was quite impressed. I was about to comment on it — and probably immediately follow the comment with something very suave and poetic like, “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” but before that could happen, Tess abruptly stopped, reached in her pocket, and said, “They need me in Studio A right now.”

My mouth hung open as she got up, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and asked, “Would you like to come?”

Of course I want to cum! I’m hard as fuck and need to cum badly! That’s when I realize she’s asking me if I want to come with her to Studio A. That IS why I stuck around here, after all.

“Um.... sure.... let me pull up my pants, first,” I stammer, gently trying to tuck my boner back in my pants. I hadn’t been left hanging that badly since Sarah Weeks’ dad walked in on us when we were “studying” for 10th grade final exams.

“Sorry to stop so suddenly,” she says. “I really want to show you everything I can do when we have time.”

With that, Tess is out the door, and I limp after her, trying to **** my third leg back into obedience as I do.

We get to Studio A, and Tess immediately enters. I consider following her until I remember that there’s actual sex going on behind those doors. In my hyper-aroused state, there’s no telling how that’s going to affect me. Maybe I should wait until I am a little less sexually excited.