The soldier popped out from cover, and I gunned him down with a spray of bullets. I checked my surroundings, and then in the corner of my vision saw a flash of enemy colors.
"No!" I shouted, spinning and raising my assault rifle. I was too late, and a burst of gunfire tore through the jungle foliage. My body was peppered with bullet holes, and I fell back to the grassy forest floor as my vision tinged red and then went black.
"Shit..." I murmured, the controller sliding from my twitching fingers. "So close." I'd always been good at video games. After college, with a job that left me reclusive most of the time and with few friends, I had become
very
good. Still, apparently there were always people with less of a life than me out in the world, masters of the joystick and controller who could apparently beat even the most skilled of players — myself, obviously.
Oh well,
I thought contentedly. Once, a loss like that would have consumed at least thirty minutes of brain space. Now...
There are other things to think about.
I'd been a lot less stressed recently.
"Oh, fuck that's good," I moaned, my head dropping back for a second before I reopened my eyes and looked down.
In my lap, Amber's blonde head bobbed rhythmically. There wasn't a thought in her head but my pleasure, and I'd found that she could suck and fuck me for as long as I required.
Her bright blue eyes popped up and away from her singular focus to stare into mine. They were glazed and sex-addled, like I loved them, her obvious pleasure at getting me off an incredible turn on. Her impressive tits rubbed up and down my shins as she shifted position, her erect nipples hard and desperate for someone to play with them.
"You like that?" I murmured, reveling in my utter control of this gorgeous woman. "You like sucking my cock, slut? Taking me all the way into your hot throat until I cum straight down into your bimbo stomach?" Once, I would have been uncomfortable speaking to any woman that way. Luckily, because of my unique job description, it hadn't taken much practice for me to develop my latent skill for talking dirty. After all, that was what I listened to all day.
"Mhmm," Amber moaned, the vibrations of her response traveling up my cock and making me shiver with pleasure. She nodded emphatically, my cock still filling her hot, wet mouth.
Amber and I worked for the same company, TRANCE, Inc., the hottest porn production company in the country. But while I was a lowly "quality control" technician, Amber was a pornstar whose day job consisted of using her fabulous tits, round ass and tight pussy to get off a plethora of young studs. Now, her night job consisted of coming home with me and satisfying the extensive urges of a man who had watched porn all day without masturbating once.
In the few weeks since we'd been dating, I had given Amber so many post-hypnotic suggestions that she was the perfect girlfriend. I probably didn't even need to use her trigger phrase anymore...
But fuck, it's so fucking hot.
I grinned as Amber's plush lips slid back down my shaft, the sensation fantastic on my sensitive skin.
The first time I'd used Amber's trigger phrase to turn her from a self-important bitch into my own personal loveslave, I had implanted several suggestions into her mind. Whenever she saw me afterwards, and I made sure to cross paths with her frequently, she would feel the overwhelming urge to rush to a bathroom and play with herself, an image of me filling her mind. After at least a dozen explosive and massively pleasurable orgasms with my name on them, Amber had showed up at my office one day and begged me to fuck her.
I hadn't even had to use her trigger phrase, and afterwards I'd asked her out. A week before I would have been too timid to even contemplate such an act. Something about fucking the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen until she cries out your name and cums all over your cock is a confidence booster. That, and knowing that no matter what she'll always say yes to you.
I moaned and my eyes rolled back as I enjoyed the heavenly sensation. Amber was taking me deeper now, sheathing my entire cock in her hot throat as her nose touched my pelvis. Sucking until her cheeks hollowed and I felt like she was going to suck my brain out through my engorged prick. I let my fingers run through her hair, my body tightening as I came closer and closer to the edge.
"Get ready, slut!" I grunted as I began to move my hips fractionally, thrusting myself to the hilt between Amber's wanton, pillowy lips.
Then, suddenly, the doorbell rang.
* * *
Without pausing at her task, Amber glanced up at me inquisitively. Her tongue circled the head of my cock and I had to clench my fists and focus hard to keep from cumming.
"Fuck!" I sighed out in frustration, reaching down and grasping Amber gently by the chin to stop her as she rhythmically fucked her face with my cock. Then, I slowly and agonizingly pulled out of Amber's mouth with a wet
pop.
She knelt at my feet as I stood, her eyes locked onto my swaying length, still rock hard and glistening with her saliva. She panted with breathlessness and desire, her tits heaving and bouncing.
I glanced in the direction of the front door to my small apartment and scowled.
Pizza never arrives this quickly.
Then, glancing back at Amber — beautiful blue eyes wide-open and sex-glazed, hair mussed and sexy body tanned and curved in all the right places — and let a small grin peek through the irritation.
Maybe we can have a little fun.
I opened the front door thirty seconds later, my cock still proudly erect and out in the open. Amber leaned casually against the wall beside me, arms folded under her mouthwatering tits, pushing them up and together into a deep, alluring valley of cleavage.
I swear the pizza guy nearly had a heart attack.
He had noticed Amber immediately when I'd opened the door. There were two pizzas stacked at his feet and he had just raised his fist to knock on the front door, but now his hand simply hovered in mid air and his mouth had literally dropped open in shock. He looked young, probably around my age in his mid-twenties, and he blinked as I said hello. Then, he gave me a quick up and down like he hadn't even realized I was naked. Not that I blamed him. Amber's body had an eye-catching effect. That's why she was rapidly becoming one of the most-viewed adult actresses on the Internet.
"Is... is that...?" the pizza guy stuttered, glancing between me and Amber in shock.
"Your favorite pornstar?" I asked cockily. "Yes, yes it is."
Good
, I thought.
He recognized her. This makes things easier.
The guy looked me up and down again, as if checking to see how an ordinary-looking guy like me had nabbed this sex goddess. I could see him mentally calculating my dick size, trying to decide if I had managed it with a Herculean cock.
If only you knew, my guy,
I thought. But I maintained my act. I clicked my fingers impatiently at him and his eyes flicked back up to mine. "How much do I owe you?" I asked, and he shook his head as though trying to refocus.
"Umm..." he shoved a hand into his pocket and fished around. Then, he pulled out a crumpled receipt. "$25.47," he muttered, holding it out to me.
I ignored the offering. "I have something different in mind," I told him. "What if, instead of $25, I let you play with my girlfriend's tits for 25 seconds."
Amber's eyes flicked from the pizza delivery guy to me and then back, and a sultry smile broke out over her lips. She let her tongue dart out to wet them sensually, then thrust out her chest invitingly.
Good girl,
I thought to myself.
"B-but..." the guy stammered, eyes locking onto Amber's knockers. "M-my boss will—"
"Forget your boss," I interrupted him. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. Will you take it?" I gave him a stern glance, daring him to disagree with my logic.
He gulped, then nodded. "Yeah. Okay..."
