Director’s Couch

“Good,” he said when I had responded, “because, if you don’t mind, I am going to fuck that scrumptious body of yours all night.” I, of course, don’t remember his exact words, but he had something sexy and seductive to say about my body in that defenses-melting British accent of his—and I did have a really fine body, so I naturally didn’t think his request—or more of a statement of intent—was either unusual or off-putting.

I have no idea what answer I gave him, but it didn’t stop us from arriving at his door, and once the door was closed behind us, from him pushing me to my knees and presenting a very nice cock against my lips for attention and preparation. I didn’t normally do a lot of cocksucking, but this was The Director—and he’d asked very politely if he could do me.

He had been a gymnast and then a stunt man before directing stunts and then full productions, and I was to quickly find that he also fast on the reload. So, I got had in a lot of very interesting positions that first night.