Fluffer

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This is a work of fiction. While some places and events may be inspired by real-world locations and happenings, the characters and plot are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or even places or businesses is purely coincidental.

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It was five o'clock and I was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a beer and waiting for Sandy.

The radio was on and started playing "Kiss on My List" by Hall & Oates. I didn't even think about it, I just started singing along.

"Because your kiss... your kiss... is on my list..." I mumbled to myself, tapping the side of my glass.

"Because your kiss... your kiss... I can't resist..."

Then I started laughing, realizing this song was gonna be stuck in my head for a while. My mind started to drift, thinking about life before covid, being in the office every day, which I missed. So much had changed, it felt like 2019 was in a different dimension, like a weird Mandela effect.

That's when I heard Sandy's car pull in the driveway. She was home about fifteen minutes early, but it was nothing to be concerned about. Sometimes work is done early, especially in the first week, coming up to speed on the job.

She walked in and bent to take off her shoes. Her ass pushed back as she leaned over, the shorts tightening around her cheeks, and I felt myself stir just watching her. When she stood, her shirt shifted against her chest and I caught a clear outline of her nipples through the fabric. She saw me looking but didn't say a word.

"Well how was day two?" I asked.

I followed Sandy as she walked into the bedroom, already unbuttoning her shirt.

"First, I cannot wait to get into my comfies," she said, unbuttoning her Ralph Lauren shirt and tossing it onto the ottoman that lay at the foot of our bed.

I followed her in, eyes locked on her chest. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away, and just like that, her big white tits were out--bouncing slightly as they settled, heavy and soft and fucking perfect.

They practically glowed against the warm bronze of her chest and neck, her cleavage tanned from the sun, dusted with those freckles I loved. That contrast made her tits look even more obscene and big, pale, begging to be grabbed, sucked, used.

All I could think about was sinking my face between them, sucking those thick nipples until she moaned--then pulling out and shooting all over them, watching my cum coat her chest, drip down her creamy skin, and disappear between those massive tits like it belonged there.

"I missed those." I said.

She smirked. "You saw them this morning."

"Yeah, but they've been bouncing around unsupervised all day."

She rolled her eyes. "Good thing I had a bra on, then."

She slid her shorts and thong down and stepped out of it. "I need to use the bathroom. I have to pee."

She turned toward the master bath and grabbed the door handle.

"Unless you want me to pee on your face?" She said flatly, not even looking back.

I smirked. "Maybe."

The door shut behind her, and the fan hummed to life. I stood there for a second, looking at the pile of clothes she left on the floor. "I heard that! You are disgusting! I am not peeing on you!"

Then I chuckled.

"Damn," I muttered.

I glanced down at the pile of clothes she left on the floor--her linen shorts and that little black thong, twisted together like she'd peeled them off in a hurry.

At first, I didn't think much of it. But then I saw the crotch of the thong.

It was soaked.

Not just a little damp. I'm talking a thick puddle of grool. Translucent slime clinging to the fabric, streaked and smeared straight through the gusset like she'd been dripping all day. Like her pussy had been leaking nonstop since she walked out the door this morning.

I crouched down and picked them up, holding the thong by the waistband. The cotton was still warm from her body. I turned it slightly, looking at how far the wetness had spread, which was almost to the seam.

"Fuuuck," I whispered.

I couldn't help it. I brought the fabric closer to my face.

The scent hit me immediately. Sharp. Tangy. Pussy and ass, raw and layered. Underneath, there was that faint, dry-sweet note I always caught when she was especially turned on--almost like pencil shavings. Her scent. Clean sweat. A full day's worth of slick grinding against that little strip of fabric.

I wonder if she knew there was an actual thick puddle of grool in the gusset. As I held them up, gravity tried to pull the grool down and it start to move slowly like molasses.

My cock stirred hard in my shorts. Just holding them was enough to make me throb.

"You must've been fucking dripping at work," I muttered under my breath.

The idea hit me all at once, my wife was probably watching them shoot a porn scene, trying to act professional while her pussy soaked through her thong. Her tits bouncing under that blouse. Her ass flexing every time she stood up. Maybe someone flirted with her. Maybe nobody did. Either way, this thong had all the evidence.

I stood, still holding them, my cock straining against the fabric of my waistband. And the bathroom fan kept humming behind the closed door.

I held the thong closer again, more deliberately this time, and pressed the gusset to my face. The smell was even stronger now. That raw, musky scent that only came from the place just beneath her pussy. The scent of her asshole. My cock throbbed.

I dragged the damp strip under the bridge of my nose, then inhaled again, deeper. My eyes fluttered closed.

I smiled, then a naughty thought! I stuck out my tongue.

At first, I just touched the fabric lightly, right into that thick puddle of pussy juice. The taste was fucking horny. Salty, clean and dirty all at once. I flicked it again, this time dragging my tongue up the gusset slowly, letting her flavor coat my mouth. There was so much grool I could not believe it.

If I turned the thong upside down, the grool would plop into a puddle on the floor.

"Fuck me," I muttered under my breath.

I sucked the fabric gently, closing my lips around the soaked center and pressing it against my mouth, I sucked in enough of that grool to fill a shot glass. The taste of her pussy exploded in my mouth--hot and tangy, metallic almost, but creamy too, like the way she always tasted when she was really turned on. When she was close.

I was rock hard now. I slid a hand down the front of my shorts, rubbing the head of my cock through the fabric as I sucked her thong like it was her clit.

The bathroom fan turned off.

I froze, thong still pressed to my lips, pulse thundering in my ears.

I stared at the thong in my hand, soaked with her scent and taste, heart pounding. Then I dropped it--just let it fall to the floor back on top of her white shorts.

The bathroom door opened.

She walked straight to me and slid her arms around my neck, her bare tits pressing against my chest. Her nipples were stiff, brushing against the cotton of my shirt.

She pulled me into a kiss, it was nice and slow and deep, her tongue sliding into my mouth like she owned it.

When she pulled back, her voice was a whisper. "I want you to lick my pussy now."

Then she turned and climbed onto the bed, reclining against the pillows like a goddess come to life. She spread her legs lazily, like she had all the time in the world.

I was already pulling off my clothes.

She didn't wait for me.

One hand slid between her thighs, fingers parting those pink, swollen lips. I watched as she used two fingers to spread herself open, her inner lips puffy and flushed, glistening with fresh arousal. She ran her middle finger slowly up through her slit, gathering her juices, then circled her clit, slow and deliberate.

My cock throbbed.

She moaned softly, eyes half-lidded, still watching me. She pushed two fingers back into her pussy, when she pulled them out, they were covered with a thick clear slime, she held her fingers up to me and spread them gently, the thick clear grool spread between them like a webbing.

Then she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.

My knees nearly buckled.

She did it again.

Back down, another long, wet pass from her entrance to her clit and then up to her mouth, licking her fingers like she was tasting something decadent.

I stood at the edge of the bed, fully naked now, watching my wife play with her pussy, her juices dripping and shining under the soft bedroom light.

She smiled at me wickedly. "I've been leaking since lunch."

"God! You are so fucking hot." I said.

"I need to tell you about my day and why my pussy is so wet." She said, her voice relaxed yet filled with lust.

I was all ears.

"First, you can lick my pussy while I tell you about my day. Lick my hole nice and slow and my asshole too."

I moved in, pushing my tongue into her sopping wet hole, her pussy juice, hotter and thicker than I ever remember.

She continued, "So today I learned we film in LA and we also film here. Today they were shooting My Step-Mom Is Extra Horny, Part Six, believe it or not."

I slid my tongue up her clit, then swallowed the juices and said, "that's... specific."

"Oh, it's got a huge fanbase," she said, totally straight-faced. "We had a fifty-year-old actress playing the stepmom--big tits, porn veteran. Then two guys, both young twenties, playing the step-sons. It was... exactly what you'd think."

"So that's why your pussy is dripping like a faucet." I said between licks.

"One of the actors we know." She said.

I paused, "who?"

"Our son's best friend, James." She moaned.

"What the fuuuck!" I said, in disbelief. "He is in porn? I thought he was going to medical school?"

She pushed my head back down and this time I slid my tongue over her asshole and gently pushed in, she loved it when I did that, and I liked doing it. I love shoving my tongue right into my wife's asshole, it's such a turn on for me.

"He just started out last year and he has a stage name to protect his identity, the makeup team adds some shadows to his nose and changes his hair color and he looks like a completely different person on camera."

"Holy shit." I lifted my head, to hear her better.

"He is still in pre-med, he does this to pay tuition and his parents know. They are not happy, but respect his decision. At least that's what he told me."

I stopped completely. "I am completely shocked. He is like another son to us!"

"I know!" She said loudly, reaching down and spreading her lips again with two fingers, a sign for me to keep licking.

"Oh my .... I can't freakin believe it..." I chimed back.

"At first, I was embarrassed to see him there. I felt so out of place and he acted like we were just hanging out at the mall, like it was no big deal."

I resumed licking her clit, which was swollen and seemed bigger than ever.

"Honey! Another thing, he is hung like a fucking horse! His cock is so big and... fucking perfect. The head is obscenely thick, like obscene, like a fat, disgustingly hot bulb. I watched the actress suck his cock and I was actually a little jealous. I wanted to be on my knees sucking his cock so bad. I also felt so bad feeling that way. It's so taboo... he is like another son to me and I am not into that incest shit. I watched him make her cum probably six times, and I kept thinking what if that was me, he was fucking. What if the next time he comes here, he fucks my brains out with his big cock. I couldn't stop thinking about it."

I visualized it, my wife on her knees, sucking his big fat cock. Then I wondered what it would be like watching it, him fucking my wife doggystyle, pulling out and shooting ropes of hot cum up her back. My cock was ready to explode.

I couldn't take it anymore and I moved up on top of her, positioning myself between her legs. I didn't even have to guide myself in she was so wet and open.

My cock sank in deep in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me, her pussy actually felt temperature hot, like a furnace and slick too. I leaned down, our lips connecting, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

"Fuck! You are so hot, Baby!" I said. Slamming into her pussy.

"God! Your cock feels so good inside me!" She moaned.

She gently dragged her nails down my back, my face was now buried in her neck.

"You want to see our son's best friend fucking your slut wife, don't you! Right here in our bed!"

I slammed into her one final time, grinding my cock as deep as it would go, holding there, my whole body tensed and shaking. My balls pulled up tight, and for a split second everything stopped, it was like the air got sucked out of the room. Then it hit.

I exploded inside her. The first spurt of cum ripped through me, thick and hot, shooting straight into her pussy. My cock twitched hard, and then another pulse came, and another. I grunted, my face buried in her neck, completely lost in the release.

Her pussy clutched me tight, like it didn't want to let go. I could feel her walls fluttering, milking every drop. The slick heat of her, the wet squeeze around me, it was overwhelming. Each contraction made my cock throb even harder, drawing out the orgasm, stretching it longer than I thought possible.

I kept thrusting, slow and shallow, pushing my cum deeper with every motion. I could feel it leaking out around my shaft, dripping down her ass, but I couldn't stop. My body kept jerking, dumping more and more into her, like my balls didn't want to quit.

When I finally collapsed, I was still inside her, still hard, still twitching. We were soaked, sweaty and breathing heavy. Her legs stayed locked around me, and we didn't say a word. We just laid there, breathing into each other's skin, my cock softening slowly inside her very wet and sloppy pussy.

I rolled off her and we lay there in post orgasmic bliss. I looked over at her, she stared back with crystal blue eyes. She smiled and then we both started giggling.

"What the fuck was that?" She asked.

"Are you for real? Is James really doing porn or are you just role-playing?" I asked.

A lock of dark red hair fell over her nose and she quickly blew it up and off with her lips, so casual, but sexy at the same time.

"It's for real! Yesterday felt like a normal corporate job. Today... was surreal." She said, turning on to her side to face me, her big tits spilling onto the bed.

"It sounds like it!" I said, turning to face her, resting up on my elbow.

Yesterday she did tell me about her coworkers on the way to The Last Draft. The owner of the company, Paul, was a large man in his sixties, his wife a nice blonde lady, younger looking but also nice, her name was Debra, but went by Debbie. Despite the cliché of the name Debbie in the porn business, Sandy said she was very demure and very polished. Both of them were from Georgia and lived in Atlanta.

She met Alice, the main producer who ran the show and Paul's right-hand-woman. Alice sat with Sandy and told her she was retiring in six months and would be handing the reins to her when she did.

Since there was no filming yesterday, she didn't meet the film crew until today.

"So, after lunch Alice and Paul brought me to the set, which is a warehouse they converted into a proper film studio and built office right next to it. Paul said they chose Syracuse as a satellite to LA because they cannot afford the real estate in LA. In LA they use his personal mansion to film all the pool scenes and whenever they need the Hollywood hills as a backdrop."

"So they film in both locations?" I asked.

"Yes, about a third of the filming happens here, the rest in LA."

"So, you saw a lot of fucking today and that's why your pussy was gushing when you came home." I stated.

"Yeah..." She said. "We walked over to the set and I saw James, and that was awkward as fuck! Paul couldn't believe that I knew James. Anyways, then I met Erica, she is an amazing lighting, and sound tech and... the fluffer."

"What the heck is a fluffer?" I asked, seriously not knowing.

"So... a fluffer is a person on set who keeps the male performers hard between takes. She sucks them, lets them use her pussy, so that when the scene starts the actors are ready to go."

"No Shit!" I said, surprised.

She nodded. "Yep, and she fluffed a lot today... they were filming My Step-Mom Is Extra Horny, Part Six, that is the name of the title believe it or not... oh wait, I already told you that."

I laughed. "I am gonna have to check that out later."

She rolled her eyes at me playfully.

"I met, Mike the camera guy. I met Paula the actress who plays the stepmom. I met Gregory, the guy playing the stepson... or maybe he was the stepson's friend... I don't know. But I know watching all that fucking made me so horny. I think the hottest was watching Erica fluff though."

"Really?" I said, urging her on.

"The whole energy is very erotic, Alice told me that not all sets are like this, some are playful, some are chaotic, some sets everybody is fucking, some sets are cold and frigid sex-wise."

She reached down between her legs and scooped up some cum with her fingers and licked it. She loved to do that after sex.

She continued, "Erica is a brunette, 23, looks like the girl next-door, nice little ass on her, small tits, but sucks cock like a champ... and... she can deepthroat. Paul was fucking her in the ass while James and Gregory were blowing their loads all over Paula. Paul's wife was right there watching and didn't even care that her husband was fucking the fluffer."

I laughed, "Gross! Paul is in his sixties."

She laughed too, "Paul is old and has a big belly, but he is actually handsome for an older guy, bald with a gray ring of hair, but he had a giant cock and Erica seemed very familiar with it."

"Jeez," I quipped, "I think I am getting hard again."

"Did you... what... er... how horny did you get on the set?" I asked stammering for words.

"I had to go into the bathroom and play with my clit. I came a little, enough to ease the tension, but then I had to go back out and watch more sex."

"Did Paul's wife do anything or just sit there and watch?"

She smiled and her face lit up like she had a secret to tell. "You mean Debbie? She was fluffing Gregory while Erica was fluffing James. She laid back and spread her legs and let Gregory fuck her pussy until she squirted all over him."

"I gotta be honest with you... I probably would have pulled it out and started jerking right there on the set." I said with a chuckle.

"Mike the camera man wears a chastity cage because his wife makes him and she has the key."

"Okay, this is too much, I am gonna cum again." I said, causing both of us to laugh.

"Well save all that cum because this week we have homework to do. We have to get caught up on all of their porn titles and franchise films. So we got a lot of porn to watch."