Growing up most of us fantasized about fucking our favorite sexy celebrities. Never knowing if it was their real boobs or a tit double made it really difficult to self fornicate. Well stress no more you’ve grown up and luckily so has the telephone age.
We all remember the story of the fictional Dr. Frankenstein, who discovered a way to reanimate a previously deceased body. Of course, his experiment was not entirely successful, but he did give it a pretty decent shot. So how then would we go about inventing and constructing the perfect Porn star?
Let’s work from the bottom up here. She will need delicate feet with no lumps, bumps or hammer toes to speak of, so when she slips into those hot little lucite shoes with the five inch heels, they will be around a size six or so.
She will obviously need beautiful, long, thin but shapely legs so that we can imagine them being wrapped around our bodies. Her ass should be full but not too big, and certainly no cellulite will be allowed anywhere near it. We want to be able to enjoy it mentally as we imagine fucking her from behind with it sitting nicely up in the air.
A tight taut stomach is next on the agenda, maybe with a cute little piercing in the belly button for us to play with as we head on up to her very large, but not sloppy, perfect breasts with well defined nipples that will give us many hours of sucking and nuzzling pleasure.
Of course her face needs to be just beautiful, with full lips, high cheekbones and beautiful, expressive eyes that will simply adore us. Her hair should be lustrous and full, sleek and long, so that we can play with it while she goes down on us, which of course she will love doing and not be able to get enough of.
So in our imagination at least, it is very easy to come up with the image of the perfect porn star, and she is really not much of a monster at all. Now to get to the Internet to find her in the flesh.
Last weekend, there was a lovely scene at a fetish party involving a tall, beautiful woman with large natural breasts, the kind you see in porn. He carried only three toys with him that evening – a leather strap, a leather riding crop and a piece of aquarium tubing with the ends smoothed down. His beautiful submissive wore a camisole top that showed off her beautiful DD boobs and a very short miniskirt. While many men in attendance were hoping to see her bent over a spanking bench for a better view of her luscious backside, her Dom obviously had other plans for the evening.
In no time, he had exposed her tits, showing off her gorgeous nipples. Every man in the room was jealous as we watched him caress her breasts and suck on her nipples. The jealousy abounded dramatically when he began biting her, and twisting her nipples. She was not restrained, and after one particularly hard bite, she pulled away. He grabbed her by the hair and told her not to pull away from him again. Watching her self-control after that was an amazing sight no matter what he did to her, she did not move.
Once her nipples were obviously sore and swollen and she was frequently crying out in pain, he began to use the strap and crop, holding her breasts so that the blows hit only her nipples and not the rest of her breasts. Tears started to form in her eyes as the pain slowly became unbearable, and yet she was obviously aroused, a fact confirmed when he lifted her skirt and exposed her soaking wet pussy.
Just when the crowd began to think this scene was coming to a close, the Dom took the aquarium tubing and began beating the rest of her breasts, leaving gorgeous red welts and darkening bruises. Her breasts began to resemble an abstract painting. Though she cried out in pain, her hips gyrated frantically with arousal, and her Dom eventually brought her to a loud orgasm while still whipping her tits with the tubing. She walked around for the rest of the evening with her breasts exposed as her Dom demanded, proudly showing off her marks and bruises to everyone. It was an extremely hot scene, and one that wont be soon forgotten.
Marie Jenkins closed her eyes, rotating her head to try and work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders.
It was almost ten thirty at night and she still had a pile of reports to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a five-minute break, the voluptuous red head stood and stretched, and for some reason, cupped her full chest through her blouse, tweaking her quickly hardening nipples. All of the nervous tension in Marie’s body seemed to gravitated to her pussy, which right then was throbbing. All alone in her office and on the twenty eighth floor, Marie simply began to masturbate, unaware that the cleaning crew had left the blind up on her side window. The tall woman with the impossibly long legs kept one hand on her right tit, while she snuck her left down her blouse, down her crotch, then bent slightly to lift her A-line skirt.
Hand deeply squished, “ha-huffing” as she wriggled and writhed, Marie managed her manicured fingers up under the waistband of her pantyhose then down and splayed over her soaking panties. Somehow she snuck the tip of her finger up and in and when Marie touched just the very tip of the top of her pussy she came instantly, bucking wildly while standing at her desk.
The twenty-five year-old account executive collapsed back into her chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over her very satisfied pussy. An hour Marie snapped off the lights to her office and headed off for home to a hot bath, warm bed and a much-needed sleep.
Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes for the morning’s meeting.
As was her routine, she checked her email, hoping for an important letter from the west coast office that would make her planned meeting today all that much easier. Passing over a few personal notes from friends, and frustrated her hoped for email hadn’t come Marie scrolled down to one last message with: ‘Thank you for last Night’ as its subject.
The screen filled with the message after she clicked on it: Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enjoyable. Tell your cleaning staff to keep that side window blind up more often. You certainly have the body for an A-line skirt.
Your Voyeur.
Marie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed to her side, to the bare bright side window! Yes, there was an office tower across the way, but she’d never be able to tell who, of all the occupants, had stared at her last night. And even if she could, what good what that do her? The man obviously used binoculars-shit, was he a pro Peeping Tom?-seeing as how he related details of the type of skirt she was wearing. And if he could make out that much detail he obviously saw her face and connected her through the office webpage which had her email address and office extension.
The day passed quickly enough, the meeting went well, but through it all Marie thought about her personal voyeur and despite her revulsion, she had to admit she also felt titillated. So much so her pussy throbbed low and dewy all day.
Returning to the office at three thirty, again checking her email out of habit, Marie saw another strange subject line-TONIGHT?- to a message third from the bottom of her new ones. I see you’ve kept that blind up, could I be so lucky again tonight?
Smiling despite herself, feeling her nipples rising and her pussy flooding, Marie reached to the bottom drawer on the right side of her desk. Jim had given her binoculars as a present three months ago, promising to take her bird watching in Central Park on their lunch hour.
Jim and she had broken up a month ago, never giving Marie the chance to use the high-powered scope she plucked from the drawer.
She hit the reply button on her email and began to write.
