La Caza Tales Pt. 02

"Ohhhhhh, FUCK!!"

Letting out a growl in his voice, Winston's hand slid down to the base of his shaft as it began to erupt. The first string of his cum flew with such powerful force it completely missed her face with only a few droplets splashing in her hair while most of the wad went behind her entirely and made a mess on the floor.

"Oh, shit!"

Slightly panicking, Winston tilted his cock downward a bit. The next spurt of cum almost missed her face, streaking into her hair with a few thick droplets covering her forehead and nose. Salma could feel the warm sticky substance coating her skin, as well as the wad dripping in her hair. Still stroking his cock, Winston slowed down and a good string of cum finally splattered over her face, slathering above her right eyebrow and across her forehead. A small string fell down to her upper lip and over the right side of her nose. Salma moaned, her mouth remaining parted to catch a thick droplet of cum as he continued to wank his cock and blow his load over her.

"Fuck, ohhhhhh man!"

Another string shot out of Winston's rod, drenching her forehead and down the right side of her nose. Salma leaned up a bit, making sure that he had a good aim at her face playing as a canvas for his sticky white seed. A wad of cum shot directly up her forehead, streaking into her hair and then she moaned out to him.

"Ohhhhh, god yes..."

Mouth still parted with her tongue hanging out, Salma soon felt another string of cum splashing over her right cheek and just below her eye. She could hear Winston panting almost in exhausting as he continued to wank his cock to empty the final remains of cum from within his balls that had been built up through all their fucking. When she didn't feel anymore cum splashing on her face, she reached down below and found his nut sack and began to massage it while slowly opening her eyes and looking up at him. For the time being, Winston had her big brown eyes locked on him with his cum dripping down her face and hair. He fed the head of his cock into her mouth and felt Salma's lips squeeze around it.

"God you look so beautiful, baby. You are a fucking goddess, even when you're sticky like that."

She ignored his words while milking the final drops of cum from his cock into her loving mouth. Salma only moved her hand away from his balls after she knew he was completely depleted of cum. Snatching his cock from her lips, she playfully formed an O with her lips for one final act of teasing. Winston realized what she was hinting to and thrust his cock back between her lips only to pull out and make a pop noise. She kept her lips in position, inviting him to do it one more time just so they could both hear that wonderful popping sound for a final time. Salma bit down on her lower lip, flashing her teeth at him as the cum trickled down her face. When Winston stepped back, he could see a bit of droplets down below on her left breast. A string of cum dripped from her hair while her face was decorated mess mostly from the right side.

"I'm a goddess?"

Her words had caused him to smile. Winston stood there curving his lips into a slow but smug grin, almost in the same way Salma liked to do. He watched her use her right hand middle finger to scoop up some of the cum from her face and then suck it dry. After a moment of admiring her beautiful display before him, he nodded his head and was ready to reply. With a moment like this, Winston was eager to profess his feelings of tenderness for her. If only it was that easy to admit such strong feelings.

"Yeah, my goddess."

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2 WEEKS LATER

The summer heat continued to pour on with the month of July winding down into it's final week. August was a month that Winston usually found himself looking forward to, knowing that his birthday would be coming up on the calendar soon. It would be the first of many to celebrate under his name of Winston Moss, but the fresh feeling of a new beginning had begun to wear off as the months progressed. Winston had long began to feel accustomed to his new life, working for a woman he loved, despite not being able to tell her to his face. Salma was the center of his universe already, regardless if he had to do work for her on the side. He had come so close to professing his feelings to her the last time they had a long day of lustful fun. The time wasn't right yet, but the opportunity would be there down the line.

In order to get him out of the house, Salma invited Winston to a golf club outside of Hidden Hills. It was funny to step into another social world under his new identity, welcomed into a layer of high society based on wealth and appearance alone. It was a hobby that required dropping a couple hundred dollars into swinging clubs and balls, not even counting the membership to join a club. Salma wasn't too interested in golf, only reassuring Winston that she was attempting to get him out of the house to mold himself into blending with the upper class that surrounded him. For the time being she would be busy in L.A. shooting scenes for a new film that Winston wasn't interested in. She had other agents involved to handle her business with contracts and disputes. Winston knew his place not to interfere there, for his time would come when she would have a new job for him.

On the golf course, Winston had made his first friendship since taking on his new identity and adapting lifestyle. It all came from only his third day on the course when a few men had taken notice to him hitting all by himself on the field and not even using his own golf cart to ride around the freshly mowed green field. At first this was met with chuckles in the distance as Winston felt it was just a few rich assholes laughing at him from his inexperience. Eventually three men confronted him to talk about his 'technique' as they were quick to realize he didn't know what the hell he was doing with swinging his club. Among them was an older man standing below Winston's height with a faded grey mustache and a black cap covering his head that matched his usual dark polo shirt and white pants. Vito D.B. was the name he went by, the later initials were to an Italian surname that Winston did not quite learn upon the first meeting.

It was Vito's companion who stood next to him at all times on the golf course whom Winston immediately warmed up to on the first day of meeting. Standing tall in a pair of white shorts and a black polo shirt with a face that appeared to be unshaven for a couple days, Johnny Walker introduced himself to Winston and offered a handshake. 'Johnny Boy' was what Vito called him, a nickname that stuck. Quick to make a demonstration to Winston on how to properly make a stance for a good swing over his ball, the two men had taken him in, playing tour guide on the course while making small introductions. Vito had only told Winston that he 'worked in the video business'. With only a vague explanation, Winston asked him to follow up but all he got was a grin from Johnny and a slight chuckle. "I'm not sure you really wanna know about that," was the spoken reply before the two men began to ask Winston what he was doing in life.

Staying true to his self, Winston fed them an epic tale of what only he and Salma liked to refer to as 'first class bullshit'. He was a personal manager and assistant to a Hollywood actress at the moment and before that, worked as a camera man back in England for a glamour modelling studio. He refused to give the name of what woman he was working for, countering the two men who didn't want to go into the details about their 'video business'. There was a little bit of truth injected within Winston's lies, but it ended up catching Johnny's attention more than he had assumed. After sharing their game of golf, Johnny invited Winston to go out to a local pub for a few drinks. It was something of a refreshment to be sitting at a bar and having shots of whiskey as opposed to the exquisite taste of expensive wines that Salma supplied back home.

Johnny was an easy man to warm up to. He had told Winston he didn't enjoy golf much, but only joined Vito on the course as a favor to his boss back at the company. This was one of many things Winston could easily relate to, almost seeing himself in the man that appeared to be around the same age as him. Johnny told Winston he had just turned thirty-three a month ago and had been working in 'the video business' as he still called it. He hailed from Arizona, traveling to L.A. many years ago in hopes of making his name to the world as a club DJ and music producer. The two men shared an interest in classic rock as their genre of music. Johnny had spoken of his lifelong hobbies involving playing bass, guitar and keyboards. Before he found his career, he tried to make it as a sessions musician and then later a club DJ.

The two men would meet again in the following days since Winston didn't have anything else to do from back home. Going out in town together, Johnny had offered to take Winston to a record store across L.A. where he made plans to drop a couple hundred dollars on his vinyl collection. From there he made a good haul finding several classic albums from the sixties decade before heading back home and making use of his vinyl player. Winston had invited Johnny into the home he shared with Salma, this being the first friend he had made under his new identity and bringing him into their home without her present. Winston felt confident in letting his friend finally know the name of the actress he worked for, revealing Salma to witness the expression of surprise on his face. All the man did was smile and let out a surprised laugh.

Since Winston had told Johnny of his secret, it was only fair for the man to let him know just what 'the video business' truly meant. Johnny explained that he worked as a camera man, director and porn star for a company owned by Vito D.B. This revelation had completely caught Winston off guard, as Johnny asked him questions regarding cameras. He assumed Winston would have intricate knowledge about them, but it turned to a dead end of a conversation. Johnny specialized in P.O.V. style films, short for 'point of view'. He had told Winston that despite his status in the industry as a director, it was rare that he ever came into view on screen since the camera was usually mounted on his shoulder if not carefully maintained in the grasp of his hands. Winston couldn't help but laugh at this revelation. never did he consider the possibility of crossing paths with someone from within the porn industry all from wasting time on a golf course.

The next time Johnny and Winston decided to spend a day hanging out, neither of them anticipated a black Bentley pulling into the driveway and coming to a halt next to red Ferrari car sitting in the drive way. Upon first look, Salma was intrigued as to what the car was doing here, then she figured Winston must have met a friend during her absence. Her black heels stomped over the driveway before she went to the front door. Both men had witnessed her arrival from within the living room as they had been sitting there listening to some vinyls. Winston turned off the record player and called for Johnny to get off the couch and come greet Salma. She stepped in wearing a casual outfit for the day with a T-shirt and blue jeans. Winston and Johnny were both in T-shirts and cargo shorts. When Salma entered the house, her heels could be heard stomping loudly as she made her entrance to the living room.

With a big smile over his face, Winston greeted her with a hug and then turned to his friend to make a proper introduction. "Salma, I've missed your company so much. I'd like you to meet my friend here, this is Johnny." Her big brown eyes gazed up at Johnny who's height made the man nearly tower over her. Salma gave him a smile as she offered her hand, looking over his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss." Flashing her teeth in a grin, she replied back to Johnny. "Likewise..." The single word response didn't surprise Winston whatsoever. Before they could have a proper conversation, Salma took Winston's arm and informed him they needed to speak in private for a moment. Johnny shifted back and watched, taking in the view of her impressive ass tucked into her denim jeans as her heels were muted from the carpet down below.

Winston figured Salma wanted to know why he had brought a stranger into the home they shared, but that was not the case. When asked if she needed him for any specific job, she only replied softly with a simple 'no'. She had missed spending time with him and wanted to have a few days together. To hear such words made Winston blush, if only she knew the feelings he had for her. Salma was curious about Johnny, wanting to know more about him before she cracked up in laughter that Winston had met his new friend from a day on the golf course. "See, I told you! You need to get out more, meet some nice people there. It's better than staying cooped up here all the time listening to old records." As they carried on through their reunion, Salma informed Winston she would be staying with him for a week until she had to resume filming. For the remainder of the day, she wanted Johnny to stay for dinner and get to know him better.

The thought of Salma learning that his friend was in the porn business sent a deep fear within Winston. It wasn't that he frowned on such work, but Winston didn't want Salma to think negatively towards him for befriending someone from within the adult entertainment industry. With his feelings growing for her, he couldn't ruin this moment of intimacy between them. Winston informed Johnny about her wishes and he agreed to stay for dinner. Salma had taken a shower and returned wearing a blue and yellow floral dress with her hair all fixed up as she took Winston's hand and guided him to prepare dinner with her. A Mexican styled dinner was underway with Johnny already informing both of them he wouldn't be saying no to such food. Salma couldn't help but laugh at him over that.

Once the three of them had sat down for dinner, Winston could only cross his fingers as he hoped deep down that Johnny wouldn't start going off in conversation about his work in porn. The party of three has raised their glasses of wine in cheers before they began. It wasn't long for Salma to begin asking Johnny what kind of work he was into. "You must be living it large if you can afford a Ferrari." He gave her a nod while shoving food into his mouth, giving a few seconds to chew and swallow before responding. "Yeah, been working in the video business for some years now." Salma offered a smile, showing apparent interest and pushing Johnny to go on. For a moment, Winston felt nervous before listening to his friend. "I do video editing and camera work, point-of-view type stuff with the camera following someone."

Stopping himself for a moment, Johnny smiled back at Salma before continuing. "It's too bad I've never had you on camera, you would be the most famous person I've ever worked with." She laughed at his response and then Winston felt the urge to butt-in, hopeful to steer the conversation away from revealing the true nature of the video business. "You might be able to, if you keep on shooting commercials." Winston gave a wink to Johnny who laughed, getting the message as he then carried on. "That's right, I've shot a few commercials but never with any established famous names. Not even a famous athlete yet." Still intrigued, Salma sipped on her glass and asked for more details which led to Johnny giving her a story that he worked for a company that shopped out contracts with various studios. Salma nodded, but her next reply was something of a bombshell. "That's nice, but it don't seem possible you would be able to afford a Ferrari if you're not with a big studio."

Johnny just gave her a smirk, raising his glass up to his lips before responding. "That's true, but I know how to save money." He proceeded to drink the remainder of his glass while Winston and Salma resumed eating. After dinner was complete, Salma thanked Johnny for the company and it was time for him to finally leave. Winston was happy to have Salma to himself again, as she wanted to spend the remainder of the evening relaxing. Unable to hold himself back from his own curiosity, Winston asked her how she felt about Johnny. "He's a funny guy. Seems to be confident of himself, I like that." Her words were reassuring and would not be easily discarded from Winston's mind. The next day however, Salma made it a point to tell Winston that she found Johnny to be 'potentially useful' as she described him.

To be seen as 'useful' to Salma was a big deal. The time had come for her to remind him of that little game they had played a few months ago. Another adventure in cruising or 'La Caza' as she preferred to call this game with her lover man. Salma waited in the afternoon when she and Winston were relaxing in the living room. He sat on the couch watching TV when she brought up Johnny's name and then mentioned her desire to invite him over and play another round of La Caza. "You wanna fuck my friend?" Winston's response forced Salma to raise her index finger, subtly correcting him. "No! I want you and him both to fuck me. How about that?" The grin that formed over her face told Winston that she meant every word of her statement. He nodded at her before laughing. "I guess I could arrange that."

"What's the matter, querido? You're too jealous to share me with someone you call a friend, is that it?" Laughing again, Winston quickly shook his head to Salma. "No, I'm not jealous. I would rather have some alone time with you, that's all." Salma shook her head, grinning as she crossed her arms over her busty chest. "We can have alone time after we're done with Johnny. I want to explore some new things with you, Winston. Think about what you can accomplish with the help of a friend." Giving him a wink, she walked off to leave him alone and allow him to think about her desires for himself. Salma knew what she was doing, for she wanted all the attention to be on her with this round of La Caza. Winston had his fun the first time around with two women, now it was to be her chance to have all the focus directed at her. Unknowing to her, what made Winston laugh was the fact of Johnny's job and that Salma had decided to cruise a porn actor.

Before picking up the phone, he began to think about Salma's words. There was more to having a threesome than enjoying two women at once. With the help of another man, Winston's mind was already flashing with the possibilities that he and Johnny could be doing with Salma. Perhaps it wouldn't be so hard to convince Johnny to come over with the intentions of a threesome, but Winston still had to call him on the phone and let his friend know. He was eager to hear his reaction. The first thing Winston asked Johnny if he was busy for a Friday afternoon, his response was no and that he would be busy directing a video on Sunday. "That's good, so uh... Listen, Salma wants to know if you wanna come over and have a threesome with us. This isn't a joke, we're looking for a partner right now." A moment of silence flushed over the phone before muffled breathing was heard. Johnny waited a moment to reply. "Wow, really? You aren't pulling some kinda fucked up joke?"

"Not joking around with you, man. She likes to have threesomes. We both do, obviously. You should consider yourself lucky that she's chose you. So you wanna come over or not?" Johnny bust up laughing at Winston's response. "I guess I am lucky. Getting to fuck Salma Hayek and not have to film it? Yeah, that's a pretty good day. Give me an hour and I'll be right over." The phone clicked hanging up before Winston had the chance to answer his friend back. For Johnny, he couldn't help but laugh to himself. He had not enjoyed a proper day of fucking in the past week, hoping to save his stamina and energy for his shoot on Sunday that required a sticky facial for a money shot. Salma Hayek was the type of woman worthy of sacrificing such work and enjoying a deal that was only once in a lifetime. It didn't matter how many women in the porn industry Johnny had filmed and shared scenes with, none of them came close to Salma's beauty.