The Day On The Set

Jenna nodded, feeling both overwhelmed and exhilarated by what she had just witnessed. As they walked out of the warehouse, she couldn't help but glance back at the set, now a chaotic mess of discarded props. It was a stark reminder of the reality behind the fantasy.

"You okay?" Daniel asked, his voice soothing in the cool night air. She nodded, trying to process everything she had seen. The way he had touched Melissa, the raw passion between them. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced with Mike.

The drive back to her house was tense, filled with unspoken questions and desires.

Finally, Jenna's voice broke the silence. "Why don't you use condoms with the girls?"

Daniel's eyes remained on the road ahead, his jaw clenching slightly. "It's complicated," he replied, his tone measured. "

"But Melissa said it's because you're... good," Jenna pressed, her voice tentative. She couldn't help but feel something she didn't quite recognize.

Daniel finally turned to look at her, his eyes dark with lustful memories. "Well, let's just say that the first time I worked with Mel, she had a little surprise for me," he said. "We were in the middle of the scene, and she just... ripped the condom off and took me in. Growled at me like she couldn't wait another second to feel me bare inside her."

Jenna's mouth fell open. "What did you do?"

"I kissed her," Daniel said, his voice filled with a warmth that made Jenna's heart race. "I kissed her like I've never kissed anyone on set before."

Jenna felt a twist in her stomach, a mix of jealousy and fascination. She had never seen a side of her neighbor like this, so open and raw.

"What happened next?" Jenna's voice was breathless, her eyes locked onto Daniel's face.

He gave her a knowing smile. "Well, she told me her boyfriend wasn't home and invited me over after filming." The words hung in the air.

Jenna felt a twinge of something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Jealousy, perhaps? Or was it just shock at the revelation? She had never thought of Daniel's life outside the porn sets, but here it was, laid bare before her.

"And?" she prompted, unable to resist the urge to know more about the man she had only ever seen as a quiet neighbor.

"And she liked it," Daniel replied, his eyes glancing at her briefly before returning to the road. "It was... intense. She was so into it, begging for me to fill her up. So, I did."

The words hit Jenna like a punch to the gut. She had never heard anyone speak so openly about something so intimate and taboo. It was like a door to a hidden world had been thrown open, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the man sitting next to her. The image of Melissa, texting her boyfriend while Daniel pounded into her, was burned into Jenna's mind.

"Melissa makes her boyfriend wear condoms?" Jenna managed to ask, her voice shaking slightly.

Daniel chuckled, his eyes glancing over at her before returning to the road ahead. "Yeah," he said, his voice filled with a hint of pride.

"But why?" Jenna's curiosity was insatiable now. "Why you?"

"Well," Daniel began, "Melissa says I have the perfect cock."

Jenna's eyes shot to his crotch before she could stop herself, and she felt a blush creep up her neck. She had never seen him like this, so... open. The idea that he had been fucking on camera without actually coming was almost too much to handle. She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words.

"I noticed you didn't... finish in the scenes," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Ah, yes," Daniel said with a knowing smile. "That's all thanks to this little guy." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube, holding it up for Jenna to see. "It's called a cum tube."

Jenna's eyes widened as she took it from his hand, examining the clear, empty tube. It was small, but the implications were huge. "So, you didn't... actually...?"

"No, I didn't," Daniel said with a grin, watching the gears turn in Jenna's mind. "It's all about control. You see, in this business, it's not just about getting hard on cue. It's about giving the audience what they want, when they want it."

He took a deep breath, his gaze flicking over to Jenna's hand, which was still holding the cum tube. "Sometimes, Steve wants a scene with a lot of... you know," he said, his voice dropping low. "More than I can give naturally."

Jenna nodded, her mind racing with the newfound knowledge. "It's like... a magic trick," she murmured, trying to process the reality of what she had just witnessed.

"Exactly," Daniel said, his eyes back on the road. "It's all about illusion."

They pulled into Daniel's driveway, and Jenna felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment that the night was coming to an end. She knew she had to get home.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her. "It's nothing," he said, his voice soft. "I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promise. Jenna felt her heart race as she opened the car door, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat inside.

"See you around, Jenna," Daniel said, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through her entire being. She stepped out, her legs unsteady.

Her mind was racing with images of Daniel's bare cock sliding into Melissa's wet pussy, of Rachel's screams of pleasure, and the way the other performers had looked at her with a mix of curiosity and respect.

"What did Melissa's note say?" Jenna asked as she climbed out of the car, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just witnessed something incredibly intimate and private.