Page 63 of Believe in Caloosa Springs

Porter grabbed the bottle of lube from the small table and the toy we’d set there. It was a thick, white dong with good girth to it. It would look striking on camera, I thought.

“You’re gonna learn about the Holy Spirit today, boy…” Porter spat in a ridiculous southern accent. I didn’t want to break the scene to tell him we’d apparently moved from the Salem With Trials toDeliverance, so I ignored the twang and bit my lip. The camera couldn’t see my face, fortunately. I was just glad that Porter was embracing his inner actor.

“Oh.” All thoughts about the production were forced out by the delicious burn of the toy breaching my tight ring of muscle. It wasn’t bad; he’d done well to open me up before the scene and hold me there with the plug. The toy wasn’t as thick as Porter was, and that was slightly disappointing. I knew it wasn’t inthe plan to have him fuck me in the scene. Not with his cock, anyway.

Once the toy was buried as deep as it would go, Porter gripped the flared base and twisted it around in a full circle.

“F-fuck!” I damn-near screamed, but Porter didn’t relent. He twisted and twisted, an overwhelming experience.

Between groans, I subconsciously reached my hand behind me to claw at him, but he smacked my hand away. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself, sinner,” Porter spat. “I decide when you’ve had enough.”

I felt like I was going to melt into the mattress when Porter pulled the toy halfway out and used both hands to slam it back into me. “Oww!Fu- fuck!”

I could hear Porter snickering evilly as I screamed and started humping the mattress.

Porter pulled the toy out and immediately shoved his fingers into its place. “Yeah, you filthy little bitch. You gonna come on my fingers?”

He pushed his fingers in deeper and curled around my prostate, making my head lift off the bed. I closed my eyes. The room began to spin as he prodded the spongy spot over and over and over. Between that and the friction of the bedsheets against my sticky slit, I was not a functioning human any longer.

Porter swiftly flipped me over and onto my back before shoving the silicone dildo back inside of me. He pumped my weeping cock with his hand as he fucked me with it.

I watched between teary, half-closed eyes as cum spilled out of my slit like a faucet, covering Porter’s fist and pooling on mybelly. Porter scooped it up in his hand and used it to slick his own cock. He manhandled me off the bed and grabbed the back of my head with his free hand as I knelt before him, my tongue hanging out of my mouth ready to catch every drop he was about to give me.

The wet, sloppy sound of him fisting his cock with my release was intoxicating. “Oh, fuck!” Porter groaned as he lined himself up a few inches from my waiting mouth. I watched as Porter’s face scrunched up with the force of his release spreading through him. His first shot hit the back of my throat and covered my tongue despite his dick not actually being in my mouth. The next few streaks landed on my lips and up across the bridge of my nose.

The second he was done spilling, I pitched forward, swallowed his swollen tip and suckled on it while Porter’s legs trembled and he gasped. I sucked on his head until the sensation became too much, and he pulled me off of him by my hair before claiming my mouth with his. His ragged breaths came hard and fast through his nostrils as he tried to recover.

After a moment or two of recovery, Porter walked over to the camera and turned it off. A huge smile spread across his face as he leaned through the bathroom door and grabbed a towel from the counter.

“Let’s just take a shower,” I suggested, walking into the bathroom behind him.

“That sounds delightful,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he tossed the towel aside and turned on the shower spray. “What time does our flight leave, again?”

“Ugh,” I groaned, “4:45 in the morning.”

Porter frowned. “That’s less than ideal.”

I nodded. “Yeah we have to be up crazy early. Are you gonna manage?”

Porter laughed, and looked over at me. “AmIgonna manage? I’m always up early. It’syouI’m worried about, MisterI went to jail after fighting a cop over a tail light because it was seven in the morning, and I hadn’t had my coffee yet.”

“Who pulls someone over before noon?” I asked indignantly. “He was asking for a fight. Besides, it was just Wyatt. It’s not like I went torealjail, or anything.”

“Baby, he put you in handcuffs, took you to the jailhouse, and wouldn’t let you out until Ipersonallycame down and got you. When someone in law enforcement physically detains you, puts you in the back of his car, and puts you behind bars until a responsible adult comes to pick you up… that’s jail.”

I scoffed and scooted next to him to test the water temperature. “Fuck Wyatt.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t. But, as long as I got to watch it, I guess it’d be okay.”

I flipped him off and stepped into the shower, letting the warm spray wash over my sticky body. “Wyatt’s a little dark and brooding for my taste. You ever just look at someone andknowthey’ve killed people?”

“I don’t know about all that,” Porter shook his head as he stepped into the space behind me. Steam swirled around our spent bodies. “Seems nice enough to me. How’s your ass?” His abrupt change in subject caught me slightly off guard. “Was I too rough?”

I turned around to face him and smiled. “Is there any such thing?”

Porter smiled and gently brushed his lips against mine before grabbing the loofah hanging on the shower nozzle and beginning to wipe me down with it.

He’s always so tender…

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