Try to get some

“It hardly seems fair, does it?” Tiffany’s question is the understatement of the year. They always say that no one dies of blue balls, but I feel that if I stop at this point, I might come awfully close to proving that statement wrong.

“We have time to finish, don’t we?” My words are less of a question than a plea of desperation. Tiffany hardly needs persauding and returns to her reclined position, spreading her legs for me.

Without sparing a glance toward the viewing room or the cameras, I place one knee on the couch between her legs and keep the other foot on the floor. With my dick in my hand, I position myself at her slit. Any concerns I may have had earlier about whether I could perform under the distractions of the cameras and having someone watching from another room have long since disappeared. If I can stay this hard after Delores’ interruption, I suspect I could probably perform in front of my grandmother’s Bingo club.

I am gratified to find that Tiffany wasn’t faking her appreciation of my oral skills. Her twat is nice and wet. The studio always has a couple of bottles of lubricant within easy reach on every set. There is no need for any artificial lube for us.

I lean forward, and my cock disappears smoothly and easily between Tiffany’s legs. After so much anticipation, the snug, warm sensation around my cock causes me to moan as much out of relief as pleasure.

“Fuck! You’re so big!” Tiffany is either a tremendous actress, or she is genuinely impressed with what she is feeling. I like to think it is the latter. She certainly wouldn’t be the first girl to make that observation about me.

I take a deep breath and get ready to start my firm, steady thrusts. Before I can get the first one in, however, the door opens and our attention is instantly drawn to the sight of two janitors entering the room, cleaning cart in tow.

I expect them to look embarrassed when they see us in the middle of getting it on. I keep forgetting that people who get embarrassed in the presence of people having sex don’t usually last very long as employees of Cum On Productions. Instead, one of the janitors says, “Hey, you’re gonna have to clear out. We’ve gotta get this place turned around before we go off shift.”

The other janitor shows some interest in the scene they stumbled into. You see the corner of his mouth turn up a bit as he looks at Tiffany. I glance down at her and can instantly tell that the mood has been killed. She has her hands over her breasts and has pulled her knees up. I guess it’s one thing to perform for a camera. It’s quite another to have a couple of janitors standing around, looking at their watches, impatient for you to finish.

I pull out of her and reach for the nearest clothes on the floor. I manage to sort my underwear from hers. As I slip on my boxers, I address the cleaning staff. “OK, we’re done here. Give us just a sec to get dressed, ok?”

Leaving the cleaning cart in the room, the two guys step into the hallway. I think I hear one of them commenting about Tiffany’s boobs as we locate the rest of our clothes and put them on.

After the initial distraction, Tiffany seems to have regained her composure. She looks knowingly at my crotch as I pull my pants up. “Are you going to be able to zip up? That looks like it’s pretty uncomfortable.”

I grimace as I position my cock so it is pressed up and pointing toward my abs. It isn’t the most comfortable of positions, but it at least allows me to do up my pants without getting my schlong caught in the zipper.

“I’ll manage,” I respond, even as I begin to wonder if I will have time to slip into a bathroom and let off a little pressure. I feel like I’m back in junior high school and needing to jerk off between classes because I caught sight of a girl’s underwear on the swing set during recess.

“I was really looking forward to helping you with that,” says Tiffany. “I think we could have had a lot of fun.”

The janitors return to the room and start cleaning the room for its next use. As they pull out their sponges and mops, I try not to think of all of the fluids those instruments have soaked up.

I am about to follow up on Tiffany’s comment with a suggestion about finding a time to try out our compatability. Before I can say anything, Delores appears with a tape in hand. “Great job, kids,” she says. “Tiffany, I need you to come with me. We have a few more forms for you to fill out.” She looks at me and says, “Jeremy, would you take this tape over to the Personnel Office? I can’t seem to find our courier.” She hands me the tape and escorts Tiffany into a nearby room. As she disappears through the door, Tiffany gives me one last smile, wave, and a wink.

I look at the tape in my hands. It’s weird to think that it shows me in a my first quasi-professional porn scene. Granted, it’s an auditition tape, and Tiffany is the star. When guys audition, the emphasis is always on dick size and the money shot. I squirm and adjust my still-hard erection. There’s little doubt I would have passed with flying colors on the size qualification. I just wish the scene had continued until the money shot. It’s not that I want to start a career as a porn actor; I just really, really want to cum!

I look around to get my bearings so I know which way to go for this delivery.