Message-ID: <18001eli$9812140429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Martina Lee" Subject: Porno Queen (Part 1 of 6/17 from Oh, Susana) FM, video, FM, mast. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981213172555.22191.qmail@hotmail.com> This is the sixth chapter of my book of short stories, collectively entitled "Oh, Susana". I am posting all 17 chapters, including reposts of the four chapters submitted previously. Please feel free to comment. WARNING: This is adult entertainment only, dealing with sex and sexual subjects in explicit language and detail. If you are under age for that kind of thing, leave now. This story, and others in the Oh, Susana series, may be reposted on ASSM, and redirected to ASS, but may not be put to commercial use by anyone but myself. I am willing to discuss them on ASSD or you can email me at Oh, Susana! The erotic adventures of a South Seas sexpot by Martina Lee 6. Porno Queen (Part 1) There was no getting away from it. Even the simplest, most mundane household activity, such as washing the dishes, was charged with erotic promise. Susana finished wiping the last dinnerplate, slipped it into the cupboard, and pressed up against Peter's back, pinning him to the sink as he swabbed out the bowl. She stuck a finger in his ear, then snaked her left arm around his chest and fingered his fly with her right hand. "I want to fuck," she said. "Come to bed." Peter grinned, wrung out the dishcloth and turned to take her in his arms. His hands dug into her buttocks as he pulled her to him and bent to kiss her, and she could feel him hardening against her belly. She stepped back, took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. Neil was sitting at the dining table, sorting out papers for a departmental meeting in the morning. Susana shooed Peter into the master bedroom, stepped over to the table and ruffled Neil's hair. He looked up and she kissed him on the forehead. "We're going to bed," she told him. "Wait up for me." She brushed his lips with her fingertips, then followed Peter into the bedroom and shut the door. Neil shivered, shrugged and returned to work. Five minutes later the door opened and she was back, still fully dressed, with the video camcorder in her hand. "Have we got a blank tape? He wants to film us doing it." Neil pushed back from the table, got up and went to the bookcase, found a still-sealed Video 8 cassette and peeled off the wrapping. "There's a fully charged battery in the wardrobe," he said, as he handed her the tape. "You'll need both the bedside lamps for extra light." Susana took the tape and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks," she said. "You can watch it, later." She winked at him, stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door again. Neil went back to his papers. A few minutes later the door opened once more. "We need a cameraman," she said. Neil shoved his papers aside, got up and walked past her into the bedroom. Peter was on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned but otherwise still fully clothed. He grinned sheepishly. "It's too hard with a static camera," he said, and waved a hand helplessly at the bedside cabinet which they'd pulled into the middle of the room. The camera was on top of it, balanced precariously on a pile of paperbacks with one of the bedside lamps beside it, angled horizontally to serve as a spotlight. Peter squinted into the glare of the lamp. "Don't mind, do you?" Susana put a hand on Neil's shoulder. "Of course he doesn't mind," she said. "He's a hardened old perv. It's all his dreams come true." Neil considered his feelings and found that she wasn't far off the mark. He picked up the camera, aimed it at Peter on the bed, then moved around testing the angles and the lighting. "Okay," he said. "I'll do it." He put the camera on the bed, moved the bedside cabinet back to its original position, and rearranged the lamps so their light diffused off the walls and ceiling. "Right," he said. "Take it from the top. Go outside and come in again." Peter swung himself off the bed and he and Susana went out into the living room. Neil picked up the camera again, pointed it at the door and called, "Action," then pressed the trigger. There was a 10-second delay and Susana reappeared, leading Peter by the hand. She stopped just inside the door, put her arms around his neck and kissed him, grinding her belly against his. Neil zoomed in on the kiss, then panned back and moved aside to keep them in frame as she broke the clinch and propelled Peter towards the bed. "Lie down," she said. "No, wait." She peeled off his shirt, sat on the bed and unbuckled his belt, then flopped back on the covers, pulled her dress up to her waist, and spread her legs. "Love me," she said. Peter glanced at the camera, hesitated, then dropped his trousers and clambered between her legs. Susana's fingers flew down the buttons on the front of her dress, then dived under the waistband of his pants to claim his cock as he leaned over her, his hands beside her shoulders to support his body clear of hers, and bent his head to kiss her. Neil adjusted his own semi-erection, knelt on the floor and concentrated on the image of her practised hands unpacking Peter's prick from his underpants and teasing it to full alert. "Off," she said, when he finally lifted his mouth from hers. "I want to get on top." Peter eased himself off her and rolled on to his back. Susana shucked out of her knickers, then swung her legs off the bed, stood up and smiled seductively at Neil. Or the camera — Neil couldn't decide which, but his cock stirred again as she caressed her breasts and belly, slipped a hand briefly between her legs and finally slid the unbuttoned dress off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Then she turned back to Peter, leaned over him and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his pants. "Up," she said, and he raised his hips while she worked his pants down his legs and over his feet. Neil moved around the foot of the bed to keep all of the action in frame as she took Peter's cock in her hand and milked it thoughtfully for a few moments before leaning in further and taking it into her mouth. Peter ran a hand up between her legs and she closed her eyes and purred happily around his prick, her head nodding gently and her lips dragging voluptuously at the shaft. Neil dropped to his knees again and pressed the zoom button, filling the viewfinder with head and cock, silently willing her to look at the camera. Susana sensed his need, opened her eyes and gazed steadily at the lens as she raised her head off Peter's prick, licked its glistening tip and then worked her mouth slowly down its entire length. "Urrff," said Peter, and his legs twitched. Susana lifted her head and smirked wetly at the camera, extracted Peter's probing fingers from her pussy and stretched out on the bed beside him. He rolled towards her and she turned into his embrace, locking his legs between hers and seeking his mouth. He held her tight and kissed her fiercely, and Neil focussed the camera on her fingers as she dug in her nails and dragged them slowly down Peter's back to his buttocks. After a while she pushed him on to his back and straddled his belly, leaned forward and offered him her breasts, closing her eyes and panting softly while he tongued and sucked her swollen nipples. She was still acutely conscious of the camera, could almost visualise the scene in its viewfinder, and found herself planning ahead for its benefit. She shifted position, shuffling backwards down Peter's body, feeling his cock probing her sopping slit then slipping past the target and sliding snugly into the saddle between her buttocks. She kissed him again, then swung herself off his body and lay beside him, groping for his cock. "Fuck me now," she said. "Fuck me nicely." Peter heaved himself upright and pulled a pillow from the head of the bed. Susana raised her hips so he could position the pillow under them, then drew up her knees and spread her legs. She glanced at Neil, took approving note of the bulge at his crotch, and parted the pleats of her pussy with her fingers to give him a close-up opportunity. Then Peter was between her legs, and she hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled, raising her head to watch as he positioned himself and slipped the head of his cock into her cunt. "Oh yes," she breathed. "Push it in. Fuck me. I need to be fucked." Peter grunted. His cock slid in to half its length, withdrew and then plunged in to the hilt. He began a steady, deep thrusting — long, regular strokes that left her gasping — and she responded with matching rhythmic contractions of her pelvic muscles. She was only dimly aware of Neil dodging here and there around the bed, covering all the angles, at times leaning over her to shoot straight into the fork of her legs. Peter stepped up the pace, pounding himself into her and muttering almost to himself: "Love that, don't you? Love to be fucked. Can't get enough cock, can you?" Susana egged him on. "Oh yes," she said, spacing her words to the rhythm of his thrusting. "I . . . love . . . it . . . Love . . . your . . . COCK . . . Love . . . to . . . be . . . FUCKED . . . Love . . . your . . . great . . . big . . . stiff . . . cock . . . in . . . my . . . pussy!" Peter's eyes began to glaze over, perspiration broke out on his forehead and chest, and she realised he was close, far too soon, to losing control. She fought back her own approaching climax, let go of her legs and pushed at his chest. "Off," she said. He shoved another couple of times, then pulled out of her and sat back on his heels. Susana rolled to her knees and nuzzled his prick, slurped it into her mouth and pumped it briefly for Neil's benefit, then turned to face the end of the bed and assumed the doggy position. Peter shuffled into place between her calves, took his dick in his hand and guided it back into her cunt, angling his hips to give Neil a clear view of the first half-dozen strokes. "Film her face," he said. "She laughs at me when I come. I want her to see what SHE looks like." Neil sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and focused the camera. Susana's face filled the viewfinder. She looked into the lens, crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, then gasped as Peter grabbed her by the hair with both hands, pulled her head back and began to shag her savagely. "Yes," she cried. "Fuck me harder. HARDER. Make me come." She balanced herself on one hand, slipped the other between her legs and rubbed her clitoris. "Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck. Cock. Yes. Cunt. Shit. Yes, shit. Yes. Yess. Fuck me. Harder. HARDER. Shit. Fuck. ShitshitshitcuntFUUUUCK!" Her eyes bugged, her face contorted and her mouth gaped in a suddenly silent scream as she peaked into orgasm. She bucked and wiggled, hooted unintelligibly as wave after wave of unspeakable ecstasy washed over her. Peter halted his hammering, released his grip on her hair and grabbed her hips. He sat back on his heels, hauling her into his lap, and wrenched her upright, still firmly impaled on his prick. His arms snaked around her, his left hand mashed her right breast and his right hand dived between her legs. Susana threw back her head and whimpered, jouncing up and down on his cock as his expert fingers teased and tickled her to another clock-stopping climax. Then he lifted her off, and she fell face-down on to the bed, thoroughly satiated. Peter wasn't finished. He slipped off the bed and stood up. "Now," he said. "Suck me off." Susana found a tiny reserve of strength and turned her head to glare at him. He pointed to the floor at his feet. "Here, bitch," he said. "On your knees. Suck me off." He took his cock in his right hand and milked it slowly while he waited for her to recover control of her limbs. Neil got to his feet and moved around to the opposite side of the bed, kept her in frame as she struggled over the edge and sank obediently to her knees in front of her lover. "Suck it, trollop," said Peter. "Suck it off." He waggled his cock in her face and she dutifully opened her mouth to receive it. Peter slapped her cheek lightly with the tip of his tool. "What do you want, slut?" he said imperiously. "Speak up." Susana shivered with delight at the indignity. "Cock," she said. Then, louder, more theatrically: "Cock. Your sacred cock, my lord. In my mouth. Come in my mouth." She fitted her lips around the tip and dived until she fetched up against his fingers. He tasted of pussy. Peter took his hand away and grunted with gratification as she gulped down a further five centimetres. Susana massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue, fed herself another couple of centimetres, then sucked her way back to the tip, fitted the fingers of her right hand around the shaft and began to pump. "No hands," said Neil. "They get in the way of the shot. Just use your mouth." Susana considered telling him to go to hell. From past experience, she knew it was well-nigh impossible to bring Peter off in her mouth without a little manual assistance. Neil was different — he could practically think himself to a climax, and the prized hands-off blowjob was a breeze with him. On the other hand, Peter was pretty close to the boil already, so . . . She took her hand away and opened wide, baring her teeth (Neil would like that!), and drove on to his dick, burying it deep in her mouth. "That's right," said Neil. "All of it. Now out, all the way out, so I can see the tip. That's right. Lick your lips. Now in again. More. More. Out. In. Out. Long and slow. Long and slow. Long and slow." Susana glared at him out of the corner of her right eye, thought: Who's sucking this cock, anyway? But she was following his directions, and had to admit that Peter was responding quicker than she'd expected, gasping and working his scrotal muscles so that his cock stiffened and swelled even more, if that was possible, on each of her downstrokes. She cupped his buttocks in both hands, careful to keep her elbows down out of the camera's line of sight to the main action, digging in her nails and rocking his hips. "Oh shit, yess," he breathed. "Fantastic. Eat me. Suck me off." Susana stepped up the pace, diving, driving, in, out, sucking, pressing, in, out, alert for the specific jerking movement that would give her split-second notice he was about to explode. She thought ahead, brought her left hand around his hip and fondled his balls, then circled the base of his cock lightly with her fingers, the thumb poised to clamp off the flow after the first spurt. In, out, suck, press, in, out, faster — bingo! Peter shuddered, and all of his muscles went suddenly slack. Except for the one in her mouth. It jerked once, twice, then vomited warm, salty broth on her soft palate. Clamp! She raised her head from his dick and pumped. One. Two. Three. Four. Then she eased her grip and semen jetted across fifteen centimetres of space to splash gooily on her cheek. Clamp! Peter groaned. Susana opened her mouth, brought it to within five centimetres of the tip of his cock, and waggled her tongue. Pump. Neil hit the zoom button. Pump. Pump. Release. More sperm squirted into the air, landed on her upper lip, and dripped on to her tongue. Clamp! Pump. She rested the tip on her tongue, pumped again, released again. It poured out of him, flooding her mouth, dribbling down her chin. She swallowed, fitted her lips around his still-twitching shaft and gobbled at it, gulping down another flood of sperm. His dick softened in her mouth and he tried to pull away, but she grabbed his hips and went on working, determined to make him beg for mercy. Instead, to her delight and his astonishment, his cock took on new life and began to stiffen once more between her greedy lips. In half a minute it was fully erect again, and Susana suckled eagerly, slurping and sucking, squeezing, teasing, her head shuttling back and forth with robotic regularity. "Slow down," said Neil. "You'll scare it off." Susana ignored him. Peter was making strange sobbing noises. She ignored him, too, and slipped her head into high gear. In, out, in, out, in out in out in out. Peter clutched his buttocks and arched his back. In out in out. He began to tremble, and the sobs changed to strangled gasps. In out in out in out. Susana's head swam. In out in out in out in out. Faster. Deeper. Longer. Faster. Faster. Faster. Peter was shaking uncontrollably and muttering obscenities. She took no notice. She was just a mouth, wrapped around a giant cock. In out in out in out. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. She stopped, suddenly, her nose jammed hard against Peter's belly and his cock seemingly halfway down her gullet. Peter sagged at the knees, screamed, and came with a force that made her eyes water. She choked, lifted her head just far enough to clear her throat, swallowed, sucked — and spluttered as more semen than her mouth could hold (where was it all coming from?) spilled out of his cock. She swallowed, swallowed again, sucked again and was relieved to find that the well had finally run dry. She raised her head, sat back on her heels and looked up at Peter's face. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were glazed. Susana stifled a giggle, batted her eyelashes at him and inquired impishly: "Like that, my lord?" Peter staggered, flung out a hand to steady himself, and sat down heavily on the side of the bed, staring stupidly at her. "Sweet Jesus," he said at last. "That was . . . " He trailed off, unable to find the words. Susana reached between his legs and twitched his softening penis, then turned to Neil. "Did I do good?" He was still filming. "You've got goo on your face," he said. She felt around, found the goo, and licked it off her fingers. Then she asked again: "Did I do good?" Neil switched off the camera. "You did very good," he said. "You passed the screen test." He fingered his crotch and leered at her. "Now there's just the small matter of the casting couch, and you get your Girl Guide Porno Queen merit badge." Susana beamed and got to her feet. "Oh my," she said, "do you mean there's MORE? Should I shower first?" "No," said Neil. "I like my porno queens hot off the set." He put the camera on the bedside cabinet, walked around the bed and took her in his arms. She laced her fingers behind his neck, ground her crotch against his leg and kissed him. Peter shook himself out of his stupor, slid off the far side of the bed and picked up the camera. "I want to watch it," he said querulously. "When can I watch it?" Neil disentangled himself from Susana's embrace. "You can watch it now," he said. "That's how this man's porno film industry works. Instant service. Shoot it and show it." He held out his hand for the camera. Peter handed it over, and he carried it into the living room and began making the connections to the TV. Susana followed him, heedless of prying neighbors who might get a charge out of her nakedness, and took her time drawing the drapes. Peter tottered into the en suite. Neil connected the mains power to the camera, pressed the rewind button and went back into the bedroom. Susana walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out her flagon of wine. She poured herself a large glass, drank half of it and topped it up, then called out: "Do you want a drink?" Neil called back: "Yes, please. Beer." There was no response from Peter. Susana put her flagon back in the fridge, pulled out two cans of lager and carried them into the living room. She put the cans on the coffee table, went back for her wine and returned to the living room just as Neil re-emerged in his laplap. He pointed to the sofa. "Casting couch," he said. "Sit there." Susana sat. Peter emerged from the en suite with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and sat in his customary armchair. Neil handed him a beer, then checked to see whether the tape had finished rewinding. It had. He turned on the TV, pressed the play button on the camcorder, picked up his beer and joined Susana on the sofa. He put his left arm around her shoulders, and she took a long sip of wine, leaned forward and put the glass on the coffee table, then folded her legs beneath her on the couch and snuggled into him. Susana. On the bed. In profile. On her hands and knees. The camera set too low, the lighting too harsh, throwing a giant black shadow on the wall beyond her. Peter's voice: "Where's the zoom? Oh, yes." Zoom in. Too much. Zoom out, a touch at a time. Just about right. "It needs to be higher. How . . . right. Books." Susana turns to face the camera, working her knees apart, pouting provocatively, rising up on her knees, her head disappearing out of the top of the frame, her hands caressing her breasts, sliding between her legs, hiking the hem of her dress to waist level, her hips rolling, fingers plucking at her pussy through the fabric of her knickers. (On the couch, Susana shook with silent laughter, and nuzzled Neil's neck.) The picture wobbles wildly, settles down with the bed missing, out of frame at the bottom. Peter's voice: "Bugger, now it's too high." More wobbling, and this time he gets it right. Susana jounces up and down, one hand inside her dress playing with her tit, the other busy between her legs. "Hurry up. I'm HORNY." Peter's voice: "Stop messing about, you're supposed to be helping." Susana, petulantly: "Well, what?" Peter: "Lie down." Susana, lying prone and making rooting motions with her hips: "Hurry UP." More zoom adjustments. Then Peter: "All right, that'll do. I guess.'' Susana, rolling over and parting her legs: "About time. Come and get it, lover." Peter appears at the foot of the bed, slithers up it like a snake, spreading her legs wider as he goes, and buries his nose in her pantied crotch. She pushes him away. "Not yet. Up here." He kneels between her thighs and leans over her, looking back at the camera and calculating angles while she pulls his shirt out of his trousers and unbuttons it. "Pay attention," she says. He bends to kiss her, looks back again at the camera, and rolls off to the side. "It won't work," he says. "Get Neil." Susana sits up and swings her legs off the bed. "I TOLD you," she says. "You never listen." She stands up and walks towards the camera . . . . . . and the main feature begins. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----