“Holy shit, Megan, I watched the best porn last night.” Rose burst through Megan’s office door like Kramer on Seinfeld. Two lattes on a carrier in her left hand, and a plastic sack in her right, ostensibly holding the sandwiches she usually brought to lunch it was her turn. She just loved these paninis from this little place down the street.
Megan smiled. Rose was her best friend. It was the typical situation, where one friend was introspective, conservative, reserved, and the other was the opposite in every way. It had been that way since college. Megan made her way through buisness school with calculated efficiency, and Rose partied her way through graphic design school. Megan studied and had a steady boyfriend, Rose drank and fucked her way through a string of boys and men. Megan graduated with honors and was hired to a busy firm in town getting herself to middle management fairly quickly. Rose opened a boutique website design company, and found success almost effortlessly.
“You crack me up,” Megan said, logging off the program she was using. She cleared a place on her desk to eat, which was pretty easy, given how clean she kept it.
“I know,” Rose said. “But you love me,” she said placing the lunches on the desk. “But seriously, Meg, it was the best I’d ever seen, and it was totally home made. I mean, yeah, the guy did an awesome job filming, different cameras, great lighting, hell, even his editing was on point, but girl, that man can fuck.”
Megan chocked on the bite of panini she had taken and smiled wide. ‘Fucking Rose,’ She thought.
“So who is this guy?” Asked Megan. “Some random guy, or does he have a website or something?”
Rose took a drink of her drink and smiled. “He’s an amateur. He calls himself the Victorian. It’s kinda weird, but, damn was it hot. The first part was a montage, him and this woman having some appetizers and wine, laughing and shit. Oh, He wears a Fabio shirt. Well made frilly white shirt, open collar, tight pants, bare feet, like a caricature of Fabio or something. And he does something with their faces. In fact I’m pretty sure he uses that new program where the computer replaces an actors faces with different ones. It’s pretty clean.”
“I’ve seen that, it’s pretty creepy.” Megan had seen on Reddit, videos where some porn actress had her face replaced with Emma Watson in several scenes. It was odd seeing something so good, knowing it wasn’t real.
“Yeah, but girl, after they ate, HE ate.” They both laughed. “Then there was some fucking, and I do mean some fucking. He’s maybe a little over average length, but damn he looks wide. That chick loved it.”
“So was there like a plot, or something?” Megan asked, trying to figure out why some guy would make these videos and go through all this trouble in the first place. She took another bite of a rather good panini and chased it with her Latte.
“Not really. It was like watching a dream date. Everything was so natural, not faked. I don’t think they really knew each other, though” Rose said, wrapping up half of her sandwich and leaning back in
her chair.
“Why’s that” Megan asked.
“I dunno. Everything seemed new between them. How they acted, how they flirted. It was sweet, but new, ya know?” Rose was swiping on her cell phone as she talked.
Megan didn’t really know. She had been with Andrew throughout College, and he’d been her first boyfriend. Hell, her first everything. And then, just a week before graduation, He sprung on her that he’d be going to Vermont for work after they graduated to work for his uncle, and casually dropped that he had a girl waiting for him there. Since, it had been infrequent tinder dates with lovers possessing varying levels of sexual ability or more commonly, frequent visits with her toy drawer that never failed to satisfy.
Instead of going into all that, Megan just said, “Yeah.”
“Well, baby,” Rose said. “I gotta jet. She stuck a stick of gum into her mouth. “I just sent ya the link to that video. We still on for dinner at Mark and Irene’s Friday?”
Megan checked her phone, “Yeah,” she said distracted. Thinking about what was on the video.
Rose smiled. “Babe, you should prolly wait till after work, unless you plan on riding the mail boy in ten minutes.”
Megan looked up and smiled as her friend pulled closed the door.
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The woman smiled, her long blonde hair real, the face of Reese Witherspoon, obviously not. She was wearing a simple black dress, strappy, and ending just above her knee. High enough to be sexy, low enough to stay out of the whoreish category. She didn’t have any stockings or shoes on. As bare footed as he was. He didn’t have an incredible body. Sufficient, yes. Wide shoulders. Thick, muscular legs and arms. He worked out, but not enough to erase the softness. His chest hair peeked out from the deep V collar criss-crossed with leather cord. At first, Megan thought it to be a little garish, but it grew on her, though she wasn’t sure she could think of George Clooney the same ever again.
The scene was in a candle lit room, dark wood table and chairs. The spread of food wasn’t extensive, little finger bites of this and that. She nervously took a bite here and there. He exuded confidence. It was obvious to Megan that this was his house. He was just so comfortable. They talked about nothing. He asked about things like her favorite wines, or her favorite vacations, never anything personal or that could be identified. It was all very smooth, and strangely sexy.
He asked her if she was sure that he could put this on-line, and she agreed. He flattered her, by telling her that people would love her body, and he was going to love showing them how it responded to pleasure. She blushed and looked away. He walked over and brushed an errant wisp of hair from her face, and they kissed, passionately. His hands explored the soft muscles of her back. Cupped the roundness of her ass cheeks.
The scene changed to a bedroom. They were standing several feet from an ornate Four poster bed, draped with expensive looking sheer white cloth, and topped with white satin sheets. There were more candles. The lighting on their faces was just poor enough that he may have been able to avoid the computer face swap, but he didn’t. They were standing and kissing again. Her hands ran over his body as his reciprocated. He laced his fingers into her hair, and pulled slightly, exposing her neck. He kissed and licked, drawing low soft moans from her mouth, one hand in her hair, the other, cupping an ass cheek. He devoured her for a few seconds before she was allowed to regain herself. When she did, she kissed his mouth and neck as he had, her arms up, cradling his thick neck in her hands.
They seperated for a second, and he smiled. “You are very beautiful,” he said. “I can’t wait to taste you.” She smiled wide.
Softly, he reached over and brushed the straps from her shoulders. She was suddenly and dramatically naked. He let out an low, approving ‘Mmmm’. She wasn’t a model, by any means. Soft, yet a little toned. There were stretch marks here and there. Her breasts mostly defied gravity, but both they and the c-section scar said she had at least one child. But her stance. How she stood… That WAS sexy. She knew she had what this man wanted. She reached over and traced the line of growing hardness in his pants. He smiled. They embraced and kissed again, his strong hands kneaded her flesh and explored her body. She ground her hips against his, like a cat in heat.
The camera changed, and they were on the bed, he’d lost his pants, and he was working magic, if her panting and moans were to be believed. His mouth was working on a breast, and a hand was touching ans exploring her mound. She was soaking wet, and he’d used that lubrication to slide his fingers over her and into her. She held his head to her breast as he suckled, then arched her back as a couple of his fingers entered her.
“Oh, you like that?” He whispered.
“Oh god yes,” she said, breathlessly.
He started kissing his way down her belly. She tried to push his head away, suddenly embarassed by the attention he was paying her tummy. He pushed her hands away. “This body is mine, tonight,” He said, in a husky, but firm whisper. “It’s perfect, let me have it all.”
Slowly, she raised her hands to her head and covered her eyes. “Good girl,” he praised. He continued to kiss his way down to her where her thighs met. Long slow licks, straight up the middle of her crease brought her hands from her eyes to her hair, as her head moved from side to side. The camera angle changed, and you could see him lick at her, and slide two fingers inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
“Oh, I will,” he said between licks. “I need this first.”
The pace of his licking quickened a little, mostly in response to her movements, and after a very short few seconds, her hips were bucking and his hand was moving back and forth as he teased a strong orgasm from her. Panting and moaning was capped off by a rather loud, “Holy… Shit…” as she came.
He sat up and smiled. He rubbed the cream that had gathered on his fingers, and rubbed it on his rather impressive cock. Rose was right, it didn’t look super long, but it was thick. Coated by his spit, and her creamy cum, he slid it home, all the way in, with one thrust, and she bucked her hips into him, letting out a long drawn out, ‘Yessssss…”
He thrust into her with slow, deep strokes, withdrawing until just the glans was inside, then pressing back in, only to repeat again. He continued this for several thrusts, then stopped, his thick member stretching her ever so slightly as she lay, impaled on him, delisciously full. He carassed and kneaded her breasts, lovingly.
“Fuck, I love how you look, getting fucked,” he said. She smiled.
“I love… getting fucked…, she said, panting a little.
“More?” he asked.
“Hell yes,” she said.
He smiled and started to fuck her slowly. She could feel every wrinkle and vein on his rock hard cock, and when he took it most of the way out, the glans rubbed her g-spot just right.
He quickened his pace just a little, and made sure that every time he was at the end of his stroke, he thrust just that little bit harder, their pelvis’ clapping together. The little bit of shock pulled little mews from her mouth as the sensation of being that full meshed with the feel of him that deep and the tingle on her clit from his pubis. It was heaven, and in no time, she was cumming on his hard cock again. He kept up the motion, exactly as he was when she started cumming, and fucked her through her orgasm.
“Ok…” she said. “Ok… too.. much…” Finally, and he stopped, a wide smile on her face. You could see her hair sticking to sweat on her neck. The computer generated face didn’t sweat, but the woman underneath it definitely was.
He lay forward, and embraced her. The camera changed to show them kissing and holding each other. They lay like that for several moments, chatting in husky whipsers. Giggles and laughes being exchanged, but not to be heard by the outside world.
He sat up. “Can I have a turn?” He asked.
“Fuck yes,” she replied, finally not out of breath. She ran her hands over his chest, and into his shirt. It was wet with sweat, and clung to him.
Again, he started off slowly, but he built and build until he was pounding hard into her, his eyes were closed, as were hers. She was making moaning sounds with every thrust, and from his mouth the obvious sounds of pleasure came softly.
Her face suddenly contorted, and her shoulders crunched up, her hands grabbing hands full of the sheet as his hard fucking brought her to another orgasm. This in turn, brought about his own. “Holy…fuck…” he said, and stopped moving, pressed hard against her.
Megan could imagine what she was feeling as he came, that massive cock pulsing as it came, and that was enough to bring Megan to another orgasm. She’d been playing, herself, and the idea of being filled and pounded by that cock was just too much. Megan lay back on bed, headphones still in, panting as she listened to the end of the video.
‘I wonder if he has any other videos,’ she thought to herself.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/88wmzm/the_victorian_mf