The Porno Stars Day Off

By Biard Zukitoff

His rigid cock chafed against the inside of the fabric of his jeans and the movement of the car and his girlfriend sitting in the passenger seat helped to promote the erection.  Rarely, if ever, did he wear underwear under jeans, he liked the feeling of freedom it afforded especially after a hard weeks work on the set.

Nigel had spent the last three days being sucked and fucked by a bevy of beautiful women and even though he would not like to admit it to the producer, his cock was sore; in fact his dick was still swollen from yesterdays scenes with Honey, who not only gave excellent head, but also, with a grip like steel, had spent over four hours rubbing his cock for the wanking scenes.

Finally, at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the last scene had been the 'money shot', this was the term used in the industry for the male star shooting his load; this was where the best money was.  Nigel had always been proud of his ability to cum on demand, the quality of his milky white seed only surpassed by the quantity that he produced in huge amounts.

He had shot his load across Honey's face and mouth that ran in every direction and then, looking down, he realised just how roughly she had treated his cock.

Later as he stood before the mirror in the cramped area used as a dressing room, and, after a thorough wash, he inspected the end of his prick, the skin was always dark in colour, but on this occasion the knob was tender and around the rim, the skin was red and chaffed.

This week had been exceptional, six different girls, about eight story lines and every sexual position you could think of and it was not unusual to suffer some side effects from over use.

Nigel was used to taking remedial action on the tool of his trade and so rubbed some Vaseline around the head of his cock and tenderly tucked it into his fresh pair of briefs,

"Ah well, that’s Showbiz" he exclaimed, and made his way out of the studio.  

Beverley, his girlfriend, knew what he did for a living and it had never been a problem, they had a strong relationship and the sex was great, Nigel always made a special effort to ensure that their intimate times together were a totally different experience from his work and on this occasion, they were out for a leisurely drive in the country, hoping to stop for a drink later.

Steering the car into a lay-by on a lonely road, Nigel stopped as Beverley lent towards him and unzipped his fly. 

"That's better, let the air circulate," she said, releasing his rock hard cock from the confines of the jeans before giving him a long lingering kiss.

"Christ, what happened to the end of that?" she exclaimed looking at the dark cock lying in the palm of her white hand.

"Oh it was a busy week"

"I'll say, you've got friction burns or blisters all over the end"

He peered down and saw that little blisters the size of pinheads had developed around the head of his dick. 

"Yes, there's something to be said about wearing a condom, it would protect me from that sort of thing"

"I thought you did!"

"We do sometimes, but you know for blow jobs the punters like to see real skin"

"Well, there's precious little skin left on it at the moment" 

Nigel smiled, leaning across to slide his hand underneath her short skirt; it always gave him a thrill to slide his hand between her legs, and this occasion was no different, he moved his hand along the satin smooth skin of her inner thigh as she parted her legs to accommodate the movement of his hand.

Then as he felt her grip tighten around his manhood, he reached his goal, pulling aside the thin fabric of her briefs to expose her cunt he moved gently, using his first and second fingers to separate the lips of her labia and probe for the little hard button of her clit.

Beverley let out a deep sigh, she always liked to be fingered by him, always the artist in things sexual, he rotated his fingers gently around her clit and feeling her juices starting to flow freely, he used them to lubricate his fingers, pushing them deep inside her.

As he slid his fingers up and down, he could feel the small ridges on inside walls of her cunt whilst, using his thumb, he alternately rubbed her clit and brushed the silky smooth hair that covered her pubes.

He loved her pubes, she did not shave the hair, merely trimmed the sides and this was a lovely change from his daily work world where all the women shaved, most completely, only a few leaving token fuzz. 

Nigel was smitten by the nearly black, long, fine hair, that covered Beverley's pussy; for a start, it felt and smelled wonderful, secondly, when she stood naked in front of him, it drew his eyes to the parts of her that were intimate for just the two of them. 

Suddenly, she let out a stifled cry of pleasure and as he started to withdraw his fingers, he felt her legs close together trapping his hand, his sopping wet fingers between her legs as she reached and orgasm.

"I need to fuck you," he said bluntly, as she released his hand from her thighs.

" I want you too,"

"Lets get out of the car then,"

"And then what?"

"Well, we'll have to do it standing up," he said with a sense of urgency, hurriedly continuing, "If I open the front and rear passenger doors and we stand between them so no one will see what we are doing"     

"And what about your blisters?"

"Oh sod the blisters!"

"All right c'mon" she said, getting out of the car and opening the rear door.

Nigel stuffed his hard cock back into his jeans before stepping out of the drivers seat and rounding the car to join her on the grass verge, the heat of the sun beat down on his back as he pushed her between the open car doors. She sat heavily back into the passenger seat, pulling him towards her, and then taking his cock out of his jeans she lent forward and sucked vigorously on it, making him cry out with pleasure.

For the next five minutes she showed her expert talents by licking and sucking his rigid member, occasionally taking it out of her mouth and inspecting it lovingly before continuing to give excellent head.

Finally, she pulled his cock out of her mouth, looked at it, and, as if milking a cow, started to slide her hand tightly from its base to the head, very slowly; this movement obviously had the effect she desired and as drops of pre-cum dribbled from the end of his cock she lent forward an with the tip of her tongue licked the up. 

He pulled her from the seat thrusting his hand roughly under her skirt; using one swift movement, he ripped off her scanty briefs and rolled the torn cloth into a ball, throwing it onto the car roof.

Pushing himself towards her whilst lifting her skirt the short distance required to reveal her damp and waiting cunt, he lifted her slightly forcing himself between her legs which she placed either side of his hips. The heat of their combined passion was without ceremony as he pushed his rigid cock upwards into her hot cunt whilst she, lowered herself down onto his manhood.

Instantly he felt a burning sensation as the juices inside her started to react with the blistered end of his cock, at first, his inclination was to pull out, but, as the stinging began to subside, he realised that it was, in fact, quite a pleasant sensation and making him even harder than usual, if that was possible.

Now that Beverley was sitting on his cock and resting her back against the car, he found that he did not need to support her with his hands and therefore thrust them under the thin cloth of her blouse, feeling for the hard nipples that he knew would tip each of her lovely breasts.

For the next three or four minutes he bucked and pumped whilst she ground herself onto him with no awareness of the occasional passing cars or their surroundings, but, as his movements quickened and he felt himself on the edge of his orgasm, he looked to his right and saw a car come over the rise of a distant hill.

As the car sped towards them, Nigel gyrated his hips, heaving, thrusting and pushing into her harder and harder, his body now very close to orgasm. The oncoming car was moving inexorably towards them as they fucked vigorously, but, as it got within fifty yards it slowed and Nigel got the distinct impression that the driver was watching them intently, he seemed to be deciding whether to pull into the lay-by or carry on, and at the last moment slowed and pulled in behind their car.

Nigel was not about to stop as he reached the last strokes before cumming, so, he just carried on, occasionally glancing at the driver, who sat in his vehicle with a clear view of every move they were making.

As the seconds turned into minutes without him moving, Nigel shot his load into Beverley with a gush, to which she responded by letting out a scream. 

Nigel moaned, every muscle of his body flexed and trembling from the effort, finally he stepped back from her, watching her face as she looked down and saw that his cock was still semi-hard and waving in the air in front of him.

His face a picture of satisfaction and happiness as he stood there, four feet from the car with his cock periodically rising and falling, expelling the final vestiges of semen that dribbled in long strings of liquid from the end of his cock and blew about in the light breeze.

"Are you going to put it away?" she questioned, giving a sideways nod towards the driver in the parked car.

"In a minute, after I wiped myself" he responded, stepping forward and taking her torn underwear from the roof of the car.

He stepped back and wiped his cock several times on the piece of cloth just as the young male driver of the car stepped out of the vehicle and slowly approached them.

Beverley pulled her skirt down and he attempted to push his still semi-rigid cock back into his jeans whilst fumbling to zip the fly as the man addressed himself to Nigel.

"Excuse me, I didn't like to interrupt you whilst you were er… busy, but can you give me directions to Denton?"

" You have to turn right about four miles further on and the first left," Nigel said shakily, turning towards the young man and hearing a noise from behind him.

Plop, plop, plop it went, and as Nigel turned to see what it was, he saw large drops of his semen dropping from between Beverley's legs onto the tarmac.

Moving forward Beverley grabbed at the torn underwear from his hand and without thinking thrust it up and under her skirt. 

"You'll see a sign as you approach the village," Nigel said, again turning towards the man but aware now, that the chap not paying attention to him. 

Nigel followed the young man's eyes and saw they were focused on the ground between Beverley's legs. The torn undies had somehow dropped onto the floor and the piece of cloth was now receiving the remaining drops of cum dribbling from her.

An embarrassed Beverley stepped into the car and sat in the passenger seat closing the door whilst Nigel shut the rear door also.

"Hang on, I'll draw you a small map," he said walking around the car to the drivers side.

Nigel got in behind the wheel and quickly drew a sketch of the route for the man who, after a few minutes had followed him round to the driver's side, and was now standing beside him. 

When the small drawing was finished, Nigel looked up and noticed for the first time, the obvious outline of an erect cock in the crutch of the light chinos the man wore, and, at the end of the bulge there was a wet circular patch. 

"Here, that shouldn't be hard……………to follow I mean!" he said as he handed the sketch over with a wry smile.

"Thank you so much for all you have done for me" said the man attempting to cover himself and turning briskly to walking back to his vehicle.

Nigel and Beverley sat quietly for a few seconds before Beverley finally turned and said, "Can you now pick up what's left of my underwear" 

"Off course" he replied, getting out again and walking around to her side to retrieve the offending item.

"They're not here" he said, as the engine of the vehicle behind started and drove slowly out of the parking area.

"That's curious, where have they gone?" 

Nigel looked across at the car driving away as the driver opened his window and waived a familiar piece of cloth out the window.

"Seems someone wanted a souvenir,"

"Also seems you can't even have a day off without having an audience for your sexual performances" Beverley replied with a smile, waving at the disappearing car.