Barry's Sluts Ch. 01: Suzanna

"Alright, I want quiet! Everybody to your places! We're shooting in one minute," Clyde said, taking a seat in the director's chair. All of the non-essential crew began to take a step back, including Barry, who kept his eyes locked on Suzanna the whole time, while she crossed her legs on the couch, picked up a magazine, and pretended to read.

"And in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .!"

There was a knock at the front door, and Suzanna, surprised, turned to look. She slowly lifted her ass from the couch, gently flipper hair, and began a slow deliberate strut to the door. She was a master at placing perfect emphasis on her buttocks as she walked, and Barry could see one of the cameramen adjusting his lens so that the shot zoomed in on her behind.

"Who is it?" Suzanna asked in a meek, high-pitched voice?

"Who you think it is?" a deep, penetrating voice said on the other side.

Suzanna opened the door, and the large black man entered. He immediately stepped close to Suzanna and reached for her ass, cupping each round cheek in his big, bronze hands.

"Stop it!" Suzanna protested half-heartedly. "My husband will be home in an hour, and if he catches us, he'll kick me out!"

"Ain't tryin' ta hear that, slut," Sean said, laying on the exaggerated accent, "I don't give no shit about yo old man. You know what I came here for . . . beeyoch."

Suzanna moaned as he squeezed her ass harder, pushing herself into his huge, muscular body, and wiggling her cheeks in full view of the camera crew.

"We could get in so much trouble," she said breathlessly, "if my husband ever finds out I'm fucking a black guy . . . "

"Then you betta hurry up and suck me off, ho," Sean said, stepping back and closing the door behind him. Obediently, Suzanna dropped to her knees and began to undo his pants, fishing for his cock as she unzipped his fly. Finally, it plopped out . . . a long, dark monster that had to be pushing a foot, at least. She paused to admire it, stroking her pale white hand up and down his demon of a cock. She let the camera get a nice, long shot of it before she began slowly sliding her tongue along the thick, onyx shaft.

"Yeah, suck that black cock, you white ho."

Though Barry had already known what to expect, it was almost surreal to watch Suzanna go to work on the other man's dick. Suzanna wasn't just a random slut on the internet . . . she was someone he knew . . . . a real person that he would have to face once everything was done. Sure, he barely knew her, but if their current arrangement worked out, they'd probably see each other a lot more in this working relationship.

In any case, Suzanna went to work on that dick like a true pro. After making the entire length of his pole wet with her tongue, she placed her whole mouth it, bobbing her head back and forth as she furiously sucked his enormous girth. Amazingly, Sean started rocking his hips back and forth, holding the back of Suzanna's head as he fucked her mouth. Suzanna made loud, chortling sounds as the muscles in her throat worked, but she never gagged . . . not even once. It was like that eleven-inch python didn't make a bit of difference.

He could tell she'd had a lot of experience, possibly with cocks larger than this one—if that was even possible.

After about ten minutes of footage was shot, Suzanna stood and took her black lover by the hand, leading him to the couch in the "living room". When they got there, she dropped right back to her knees and went back to work, this time, pulling his pants down to his ankles in one swoop. Sean stepped out of the quickly, leaving a pair of black Timberland boots on.

He lifted Suzanna up and forcefully turned her around, his giant coal hands rubbing her bare hips and stomach as she quickly pulled off her shirt, exposing two firm, perky breasts. Barry couldn't help but lick his lips . . . this was his first time seeing Suzanna's tits in full, and they were spectacular. They were about Cs in size, with a perfect shape and perkiness that simply begged for them to be touched. They molded perfectly as a pair of dark hands cupped them, displaying hefty bounce that the cameras were all too happy to record in detail.

Sean unbuttoned her cutoffs and bent her until her hands sank onto the couch cushions. After yanking her shorts down to her ankles, he stepped behind her and kicked her legs apart, allowing her glorious pussy to be spread for everyone in attendance to see in loving detail. Another camera zoomed in as the man bent on his knees and placed his mouth directly on Suzanna's mound, his lips munching and sucking on her clit. Suzanna moaned loudly, crying out as his tongue toyed hungrily at her sex.

Her hips were rocking slowly back and forth, and she maintained her wide-legged posture, instinctively arching in the perfect position for the cameras to focus on her face, tits and pussy all at once. Barry had seen enough porn in his life to know that Suzanna was giving them some great shots, and again, he was absolutely amazed at her professionalism. For the first time, he could appreciate the hard work that porn actresses put into their shoots, and he could tell that Suzanna was good at her job.

Suzanna and her partner kept this up for almost twenty minutes straight, with the director and other members of the crew sometimes giving instruction as they went. If he told Suzanna to moan louder or look lustfully into the camera, she did it with no qualms. For the sake of fairness, Sean seemed to be doing pretty good at his job, as well, although Barry's attention was hardly on him.

Finally, the director signaled them to go to the next segment, and Sean's chiseled, naked body rose behind Suzanna as he lined his cock with her pussy. Barry held his breath for a moment, just soaking in the sight of Suzanna's firm, naked body bending in front of a eleven-inch ebony cock. This was the moment of truth . . . he was seconds away from watching Suzanna get fucked by that monster!

Sean's hips pushed forward, just a little, and Suzanna's pussy lips parted to give his head entry. The walls of her cunt conformed perfectly to the contour of the cock, fitting it like a glove. Suzanna squealed with glee. Based on the volume of noise she was making, Barry didn't believe she was 'acting'.

Inch by inch of black cock fed into her pussy, and Suzanna took it all like a champ. Her legs wobbled slightly, but she strengthened her stance and thrust her hips backward in readiness. Obviously, having that much cock pushed into her was taking a toll, but Suzanna confidently took it. She absorbed inch after inch after inch until finally, the entire length of that beast was buried in her mound.

"Oh yeah, baby . . . your cock is so big," Suzanna moaned, "It's so much better than my husband's tiny dick. Fuck me with it, lover! Fuck this white whore with your big black dick!"

The black stud wasted no time, jutting his hips back and forth against Suzanna's ass with a fast and tight rhythm. Based on the look on his face, Barry could guess that he wasn't 'acting' anymore, either. Suzanna was one hot woman, and Barry imagined that being able to fuck a pussy that nice would make any man a little weak. Suzanna was throwing her head back, letting her hair whip back and forth as she cried out, screaming her lover's name again and again—or at least, the name of his character.

Barry had to admit, it was starting to get to him as well. Most of the guys on set seemed to be handling things pretty professionally, although most unconsciously hung their mouths open. Barry himself could barely stand it—if he weren't afraid for his job, he would have whipped his cock out and beat it silly right then and there.

They fucked in that position for another twenty minutes straight, with both actors needing to stop and wait for a spell before picking up the pace once more. Obviously, that part would get cut out of the final copy—the audience at home didn't need to know that these people were only human. Eventually, though, Sean had to stop, or else he would cum, so the director called for a recess.

The crew got back to work as the makeup staff attended to the two actors yet again. Clyde eventually called Barry over to him and instructed him to take orders for the crew. Barry did as he asked, grabbing a notepad and going from person to person, asking what they wanted. Eventually, the only two people left to ask were Suzanna and her co-star.

"I'll have a sandwich, please," asked Sean politely. "Ham and onion, with only a little black pepper."

"Got it," Barry answered. He then turned to the still-nude and still-gorgeous Suzanna. "And you, uh . . . what would you like?"

She smiled and said, "Turkey. Hold the mayo."

"Got it," Barry said, returning the smile. As he turned to go, he felt Suzanna grasp his arm.

"How is it?" she asked in a whisper. "Things going well so far?"

"Oh yeah," Barry answered, feeling his hard-on return. "Totally sweet so far."

Her smile widened, and she cast her eyes down, taking note of the bulge in Barry's pants. She didn't say anything, but gave a warm look as he disappeared to fulfill his orders.

Later on, the filming continued, and for the next three hours, Suzanna was filmed being fucked from behind, on her back, on her side, and on top. While bouncing up and down the black man's cock in reverse-cowgirl, she once looked up and locked eyes with Barry, casting him a sultry glance as she quickly picked up her pace . . . driving herself to orgasm, knowing that he watched.

He couldn't wait to get back to his dorm.

******

Filming finally wrapped up at ten-thirty, and Barry helped the crew clean up. With rubber gloves on, he bagged up the actors' used costumes, as well as the couch cushions where their cum stains had fallen. He didn't see much of Suzanna after she went back into the dressing room, but she reappeared close to an hour later, dressed in her regular clothes and sporting a lit cigarette between her lips.

"Hey, I got work at the Office tomorrow, so come on if you want me to give you a ride back," she told him.

"Oh, right," Barry said, tossing a bag of garbage into a dumpster before turning to his supervisor. "Hey, Stan, I gotta take off. That cool?"

Stan gave him a thumbs up. "Yeah, we got it from here. Thanks, Barry. You did aiite today."

"Thanks," Barry said, taking off his gloves and throwing them in the trash. "I'll see you on Thursday."

Barry followed Suzanna to her car and they began the long ride back to Fresno.

For the first twenty minutes or so of the trip back, Barry and Suzanna were both rather quiet. Eventually, the still silence seemed to bother Suzanna, so she punched Barry in his shoulder.

"The hell was that for?" he barked.

"You not gonna tell me what you thought?" she scoffed.

"I thought we went over this already. I said things went pretty cool."

"Yeah, in as half-assed a way as possible. I mean, this was your first porno shoot, right? What did you think of being behind the camera?"

"It was . . ." Barry struggled to find the proper words ". . . it was just . . . incredible."

"Incredible good or incredible bad?" Suzanna pressed.

"Good, of course," Barry thought. "What, you thought I was gonna get scared away?"

"Wasn't sure," Suzanna said with another puff of her cigarette. "Didn't think you'd have the stomach for it."

"Oh? And why's that?"

Suzanna exhaled and presented her cigarette box to him. "Smoke?"

"No thanks," he refused. "Don't smoke."

"And that's why. You seem like a crisp, clean Momma's Boy. Got a bit of a hidden naughty side to you, but otherwise, too pure and innocent. I wouldn't be all that surprised if you were a virgin, in fact."

"Well, I'm not," Barry corrected her, keeping to himself just how ironic the term 'Momma's Boy' was in context to his virginity.

"My mistake, then." She inhaled again, dousing what was left of the butt in her car's ashtray. "But you want this, huh? You want me to keep bringing you down for more shoots?"

"Yeah," he told her. "Told you, it'll take more than that to scare me away."

She nodded. "So it seems. But first, you're gonna need to look through this and sign." She tossed a huge envelope, heavy with documents, onto his lap. "Clyde told me to talk to you, just so we're crystal. You're not allowed to tell anybody what we're doing. Not your family, not your friends, not random people on campus. That clear?"

"No problem, but . . . why exactly?"

"My studio, Stallion Productions, has a non-disclosure agreement. We're in competition with other, larger studios, and our only edge is in niche porn. The interracial scene I just did, and the video I had to do last week with some sixty-year-old guy for 'Old Cocks, Young Cunts' are just some of our tamer gigs. Some of the other stuff we do sorta. . . 'skirts' the laws in most US states, but we're very careful not to do anything really illegal. In short, we see which why the wind's blowing, and we shoot videos that cash in on those trends. You start talking about what we do, and next thing you know, word gets around. If that happens, you get fired, and the studio sues. Get me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Barry agreed.

"Also," Suzanna continued, "I just don't want anybody knowing what I do. Capisce?"

Again, Barry nodded. "Not a problem. Not one soul, I promise."

Suzanna gave one last glance, indicating that she placing enormous trust in him.

"So," Barry said, changing the subject, "Why did you first get interested in this?"

She cast him a sideways glance. "The same reason you did."

Of course, the joke was that he never gave her any reason. Thus, he got the message: 'It's private.'

"Fair enough," he said, "but do you like it, at least?"

"I love it," she answered with a chuckle. "Why? Did you think I was some poor lost soul for you to save, and then we'd both fall madly in love after you promised to 'take me away from all this'?"

"No, it's just that I've got a mental image of a certain scene that I kinda wanna fap to later."

"Ohhhh? Which one?"

"Right when you looked me in the eye, near the end there. I just wanted to know if you came for real, so I can keep that image handy."

Suzanna threw back her head and cackled loudly. "Haha . . . Oh, you don't need to worry there, honey. I almost never have to fake it on the set. And that one was certainly real."

Barry stared out of the window and smirked. "Well, that's good to know."

Suddenly, his entire body lurched to the left as the entire car zipped from the road and onto the shoulder. Suzanna placed it in park and shut off the lights and engine. He was about to raise questions when she leaned over, and her hands went to work on his belt.

"Lay back and relax," she told him as his fly popped open and her fingers fished out his cock. She wrapped her long, slender fingers around his throbbing dick and began massaging the muscle. Almost immediately, Barry was in heaven. Though he'd technically fucked before, he'd never been given a proper handjob in his life—so in this respect, he was still a virgin. Suzanna was astonishingly fast at bringing his cock and balls fully to life. Heat flooded from his crotch throughout the rest of his body, tightening his muscles, slowing his breath, and quickening his pulse.

Her eyes shifted from her work and focused on him. She cracked a self-sure grin as Barry leaned back in her passenger seat, his voice falling to a cracked whine.

"If you needed me to give you a little relief, why didn't you just say so?" she told him teasingly.

Barry didn't reply, nor could he have if he'd wanted to. The pleasure was paralyzing; he hated to say it, but he actually believed that Suzanna's fingers sliding all across his cock felt just as good as his mother's pussy had—even better in some ways. Suzanna knew how to close her entire hand around his shaft, encasing it like a real pussy. She knew how to use every muscle, every centimeter of her hand, to massage his manhood and coax pleasure from it. It was the sort of skill that could have only been practiced countless times, perfected through constant effort.

Even the visual itself was hot. Her lust-filled eyes, her soft red lips, her ample cleavage dangling just inches from view . . . Suzanna was sexuality personified, and having his cock serviced by such a creature only filled his body with that much more fire. He imagined her mouth, her pussy, covering his cock, wondering what it must have felt like.

And then he exploded. His bright spunk shot out from the tip of his erection, spraying like a fountain as he gasped and moaned in uncontrollable ecstasy. Suzanna cheered and laughed, her sultry grin growing as she watched his eruption with wide-eyed joy.

"Damn, you're a healthy thing, aintcha?!" Suzanna exclaimed happily.

"Ah God," Barry groaned, his body still writhing as his orgasm plateaued. "God, that was so good . . ."

"Thank you, honey," Suzanna cooed, giving his cock one last loving rub and scooping abundant gobs of cum into her fingers. Never breaking her gaze, she placed her gooey fingers into her mouth. Slowly, lovingly, she sucked and licked each clean, one by one. It was lewd, it was obscene . . .

. . . and it drove Barry absolutely fucking crazy.

"And you taste nice, too," she said lovingly. "It would've been a shame if that'd gone to waste . . ."

Barry took a deep breath, realizing that his wilting cock was still hanging out openly, surrounded by

Splatters of his own jizz all over his jacket and pants. His modesty returning with a vengeance, Barry scrambled to zip, button and buckle his pants again. Suzanna merely giggled as she started the car.

"A little shy for someone who just shot his load all over my dashboard, aren't you?"

Barry coughed and tried to use the sleeve of his jacket to wipe the specks of cum from his front. "I . . . uh . . . I guess. But, listen . . . that was incredible. Thanks for—"

She lit another cigarette and waved off his gratitude, steering the car back onto the road. "Think of me as a friendly Samaritan. I saw your jeep with a dead battery and decided to give it a little jump, hm?" Once more, she gave him a wicked look that almost stopped his breath. "And I do like big jeeps like yours."

Barry couldn't help but smile as he glanced out of the window a second time. "That's good to know, too."

******

The next day, Barry headed back to the Office of Student Employment. Since he didn't know what hours Suzanna worked, he headed there early so he'd be sure to catch her. When she saw him enter, her eyes went wide, but she quickly regained her poise and donned her professional façade.

"Good morning, Sir. Welcome to the Office of Student Employment. How can I help you?"

"Just wanted to know if I could treat you to some lunch or something," Barry told her, making it clear that he didn't intend to break her 'cover', but that he wasn't interested in role-playing, either.

"Um . . . that's sweet," she said, eyeing him suspiciously. "But, I do have a boyfriend."

Barry shrugged. "I'm not asking you on a date, and I'm perfectly capable of being a gentleman. Since you . . . er . . . helped me out yesterday, I figured I could do something nice for you. Besides, I got nothing to do until classes start on Monday. And I don't have a lot of friends around here."

"What about your roommates? Larry, Moe and Curly?"

"You mean Dumb, Dumber, and Dumberer, right?" He chuckled. "They're not friends. We just share space."

"Ah," she said with a knowing nod. "Well, as much as I'd love to be your bestest pal, like I told you, I have a boyfriend. This might not go over so well with him."

Barry rose an eyebrow. "And your other hobby does?"

Her eyes narrowed and her voice hushed to a threatening tone. "That's because it's just a hobby, not anything personal. And I'm not going to talk about that here, so get out if you're not here to talk about a campus job."