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Koko Latte, whose real name was Sarah Evangeline Morris (and she hated that name, God-damn her mother for branding her with it!) had developed a reputation as the hardest-working, porno queen in the industry. She wisely exploited her reputation, too, marketing herself on her website and in her movies as 'The Greatest Female Entrepreneur in the Porn Industry."
Her fans loved it. Her business partners loved it too, because the films that started Koko made them thousands of dollars a year.
As you can imagine, Koko – after having her pussy probed every which way by cocks and cameras of every size and shape – was a tough customer. She came to this restaurant every afternoon for a late lunch to work diligently without interruption on whatever her current project was at the time. Today, it was the script for the next movie she was to direct. She had written it. It had a political theme: The madam of a whorehouse is running for President of the United States, and garners campaign contributions from the CEOs of global corporations by giving the men ball-bursting blowjobs. There was one female CEO in the mix, too, which gave Koko an opportunity to film a girl-girl scene. She was working on this part of the script, trying to figure out who would make the best female co-star, when she became aware of George’s deep and pleasant laughter.
What little humor KoKo had, she kept locked up in a tiny room deep in her heart, where no one could possibly get at it, destroy it, or take it away from her. But this man … there was something about him. Electric, animalistic sensations began to prick at her skin. Her heart raced just a little faster, and she felt her cheeks blush and grow warm as her blood pulsed warmly in her veins. Much to her surprise, her pussy began to feel a warm wetness.
Looking at George's brown eyes and hairy arms, his thickening middle and strong limbs began to unlock the door to that secret, deeply guarded secret room inside her heart. This man had kindled a flame, and he was stirring the fires of passion!
She put down her pen, placed the portfolio closed on the table. "What’s so funny?" she asked. She smiled. Her expression was frank, open, non-confrontational, and welcomed conversation.
George beamed. He accepted her apparent invitation, smiling broadly to show his white teeth and red tongue.
"I’m not laughing because something is funny. I am laughing because I feel good. I feel very good looking at you. You’re the reason why I feel so happy," he said.
Koko gave the man a professional appraisal. Was this fellow star material – that is, porno flick star material? Hhm, she wondered. It would depend upon two factors: His dick, and his stamina. He needed both to be long … well, she thought. There’s only one way to find out.
Koko stood up. That in itself was a major statement of carnality. Her breasts swelled, her thin waist accentuated the upper and lower contours of her amazing figure. Her long legs – smooth, unhampered with stockings of any kind, strong, muscle toned, brown with sun and sea.
Well, she said to George. Let’s see just how happy I can make you. She provocatively strode across the restaurant to his table. Care to come, she asked, and started out the door. And then she stopped, and turned to him again. You do know how to come, don’t you?
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As she walked away from his table through the restaurant, George felt a pronounced pressure in his
undershorts. He pulled out his wallet, threw a few bills on the table, and hurried after her. They didn’t have far to go. At the entrance to the restaurant, there was a narrow, steep staircase. George hadn’t ever given it much thought before. But here at the foot of these dark-stained wooden stairs this amazing goddess was waiting for him. As he approached her, she turned and climbed the stairs … and George followed close behind her bountiful behind. Was it possible, he wondered, that he was going to get a piece of that amazingly beautiful ass, wrapped in a conservative business skirt, and propelled in all sorts of amazing directions by those strong, slender, lickable legs?
The staircase was long and narrow as the two climbed to the second story. George had a long time to watch this woman’s ass checks rise and fall under her tight-fitting skirt as she led him through to a dimly lit hall to a conservative-looking business office with a sign on the door, Aphrodite Productions.
The woman led George into the office, shut the door, and locked it.
My name is Koko, she said. What’s yours?
George, and he was about to say that he thought her an incredibily beautiful woman … but before he could say another word, Koko started to take her clothes off.
After she’d freed both breasts and stood with only her panties on, she looked at him quizzically. "And you, do you plan to fuck me with your pants on or off?"
George yanked at his clothes, pulling off buttons and jamming the zipper in his haste.
Koko lost no time. She looked at him critically, examining his erect penis and muscular legs, arms and chest, the flat iron hard stomach. Yes, she said to him. One of out two.
"Huh?"
"Never mind, you’ll find out."
In five minutes Koko was licking her way up the muscles of his inner thigh. George thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
Koko had breasts that won’t quit. In fact, she had nothing that would quit. Everything was moving around like crazy. George wrestled her up off his cock … just in time … and went to work, diving his mouth in between those round, smooth thighs to take a big, big juicy mouthful of curly, soft, warm, wet woman. He began gently, teasingly, just touching the labia and her rigid button-like clitoris with little light licks. She smelled like a warm honey drenched lamb chop served on a summer terrace in the Aegean Sea. Koko was murmuring something entirely unintelligible.
Then George started to dig in, started to eat that sweet pussy alive. Koko was sighing and squealing. She was singing and filling that little fur cup with pink champagne. That round ass was bumping and jumping. It was time.
George wasn’t gentle with her. He placed his big cock, set himself, and drove the meat full into her. All the way.
She took it with a groan. And when he slammed it into her again, she shouted something and clamped her teeth into his shoulder. He could feel the juice running out of her pussy each time shoved it in. Those large beautiful eyes were staring up at him in shock.
The marines had landed!
The Yanks were here!
The cavalry was coming … and so was Koko Latte.
She came with a grunt and a heave that almost threw George off the desk. But then he started pumping, and pumping, and pumping into her until he was dizzy with the effort. She was laughing and yelling, scratching his ass, and kicking like a colt. Those giant breasts were bouncing around like soccer balls.
This was one of the best, thought George, as he spurted a warm, pulsing gusher of his man juice inside of her. This is one of the very best!
Koko lay shuttering beneath him. Her eyes were glazed and rolling around in their sockets, and for a time she had that dopey look of a woman who’d eaten too many magic mushrooms. When she came to, she looked up at him and smiled. Two of two, she said. You’ll do a damn fine job.
How would you like me to make you into a porn star? she asked him.
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