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It was one of those ideas that never quite went away and the fact it kept popping back into Damian's mind convinced him that it was a good idea.
Damian had a life many would be envious of. He wasn't super rich, but rather he had a good career and a very relaxed personality. At the age of 26 he was an up-and-coming journalist and it was through his profession that he realised he might make his dreams come true.
Damian was a good-looking guy and often bedded attractive women, but he found despite this something was always gnawing away at him inside. What Damian really wanted was to fuck the pornstars he had grown up watching. As a teenager he'd grown up lusting over these women, wishing he could spend a night with them.
As time went on, and the urge never left, Damian found his mind working out the details. It probably wouldn't be a particularly difficult task. These women most likely worked as hookers at some point in their life, whether that was before, during or after their porn careers. If they'd fucked for money before, whether on camera or not, Damian could most likely find their price again.
As Damian's fantasy grew, he found himself also interested in the other side of the coin. There was probably a lot of interest from the wider public, albeit covert, in the pornstar's life, and what they thought about their careers and wider subjects. Damian could interview these women, and turn it into a book. He wouldn't even need to write about the sexual side, it could be purely journalistic.
Damian realised he was thinking about it more and more, until he decided to go ahead and start planning. He drew up a big list of all the women, mostly the porn stars of his youth now long retired, but also some he watched currently. He wanted to find out all he could about them before he approached them. It would be useful to know what they now did for money and whether they were married or not. Some were still very much in the public eye, but others seemed to have vanished.
He also had to consider how to approach the women with his idea. Some might not want to fuck him, others might not want to be interviewed, and some might not want either. Some he might have to flash the money first to convince them, but others he could try and seduce and fuck them without money having to change hands.
One thing dominated Damian's long list: big tits. He'd developed a huge tit fetish as he grew up and his list ranged from skinny girls with fake balloon-like boobs, to BBWs, and everything in between.
Another fantasy was to re-create some of the scenes he'd watched the women act in. Whether that was to make them wear similar clothes, or follow the same story line they had used many years before, the thought of it made Damian extremely horny.
1 month later.
To say Damian was nervous was an understatement. As a journalist he'd never been nervous when interviewing someone, but he'd never interviewed someone and arranged to fuck them after.
The first woman to respond positively to Damian's request was Mystica Lopez. She was a Latina hailing from Colombia, and had been retired from porn for 6 years. She was a BBW, but more on the chubby side rather than fat, so had had many fans who weren't so into BBW normally. Her tits were weighty round melons, tanned and bronze. She had curly hair and bright blue eyes, which had also gotten her a lot of attention during her time in the industry. She had sent Damian a few pictures, and he was relieved to see she had only put on a little weight.
Mystica had agreed to both the interview and the fuck. She had recently broken up with a long-term boyfriend, so told Damian his request had come at exactly the right time. Anadolu Yakası Escort Also, to Damian's delight, she was letting him film the whole thing, as a souvenir for him.
Proud of her Latina roots, Mystica had lived in the US for most of her life, and currently resided in Florida. She arranged to meet Damian there, and the whole process would be conducted in a hotel that Damian had booked. Damian had had to fly down, and in addition to his mixture of nerves and excitement he had had a near constant hard-on for the entire journey. Try as he might, nothing could take his mind off of what was up ahead.
Mystica kept Damian waiting twenty minutes or so. He was sat under a shade at a table by the pool. The Florida heat was baking down. He had a half-drunk Pina Colada in front of him and wore a polo shirt and trunks.
Mystica appeared on the other side of the pool, by the exit from the hotel's reception. She was wearing large sunglasses and a light blue sarong round her legs, but her huge tits sat out to the sun, straining the floral bikini top that held them.
*quot;Hi*quot; she said as she came over and shook Damian's hand.
Damian was speechless for a second, and became aware that his mouth had dropped open. *quot;Hi... can I get you a drink?*quot;
His question came out quickly due to his nerves but Mystica just laughed and said he could.
At the bar Damian ordered a Pina Colada and readjusted his trunks. Looking back he wished he'd arranged to meet somewhere indoors, where he could have worn something that could better hide potential erections.
When he returned Mystica had pushed her sunglasses up her forehead, so Damian got a good look at her bright blue eyes. She sat with one leg crossed over the other and she had kicked-off her flip-flop of her dangling foot.
Damian wasn't sure where to begin, his mind couldn't break from the idea that he would soon be free to stroke, grope, suck and fuck the body of this beautiful woman he had previously only seen through a screen. He remained in the real world long enough to remember his notebook with all his pre-written questions.
They talked for over two hours about Mystica's life. She told him how she had gotten into porn, her time in the industry, and how she had left. The stories she told were mostly humorous, but some were serious and left Damian feeling sad that Mystica had had to experience such things in her life. Nonetheless, these sad moments were infrequent, and a lot of the talking caused Damian's cock to strain against his trunks. He realised Mystica was an intelligent woman, which he had to admit he hadn't been expecting. Mystica had never been a *quot;celebrity*quot; pornstar. She had little social media presence and never done any podcasts. Every part of her life that was available to the public was the pornography, her only interviews conducted by the seedy guy behind the camera lens, lasting no more than two minutes, ending the moment she revealed her juicy boobs.
One thing she had not revealed was her real name. To Damian, she would only ever be Mystica. She wanted to keep her life private as much as she could.
When Damian had finally no more questions to ask there was a moment of silence between the two. Mystica held his eyes the whole time, then suggested they begin the second part of the interview. Damian spluttered out a reply, the confidence he had built up during the lengthy interview resetting to the level it had been pre-interview.
As Damian led Mystica into the hotel, up to his room his heart pounded. He couldn't believe it was happening.
Once inside the hotel room Mystica removed her sarong, revealing a round and plump ass. She then sat at the Kurtköy Escort foot of the bed and lay back, but kept her self-propped up with her elbows and folder her legs once again. Her boobs moved away from each other, as gravity pulled them to the sides, yet their size meant they had still barely moved apart from each other. Damian pulled the white curtain across the window and stood over Mystica.
*quot;I'd like to massage your boobs*quot;
*quot;Go ahead sweetie*quot;
Damian got one of the white hotel towels and lay it behind Mystica. She undid her bikini top at the back and told Damian to take it off. The journalist did as he was told, now aware of the growing wet patch at the tip of the bulge of his trunks. The large melons emerged and Mystica lay down on the towel. Damian looked at them a moment in awe. Mystica giggled and Damian grabbed a small bottle of massage oil.
The liquid was run onto the huge tan tits. Mystica's dark nipples had noticeably hardened and she moaned deeply as Damian's hands took them and began to rub in the oil. Damian began first by gliding his hands over them, up towards her neck, then outwards over the top and cupping them and grabbing them as he returned back to the centre of her chest. There was no talk, just two bodies breathing heavily. Mystica had closed her eyes and stretched her arms up so that her hands reached the pillows at the head of the bed. Damian was straddling her, but his weight was taken by his knees either side. Damian stopped to remove his shirt, throwing it to the floor beside him. He caught where it landed just out of the corner of his eye. He noticed his camera, which he had completely forgotten about.
Mystica opened her eyes at the pause of her massage. She had really been enjoying it. She realised what Damian was looking at.
*quot;Oh of course, you better get that set-up*quot;
Damian's reply surprised her. *quot;I won't. I don't need this on film, I'm not going to forget this.*quot;
With that her then leaned down and began to kiss Mystica passionately. She replied in kind and Damian repositioned himself so that she was taking some of his weight, and so that he could feel her breasts against his chest. They kissed for two more minutes, until the former pornstar broke it off.
*quot;Fuck my tits*quot; was all she said.
Damian needed no encouragement and rolled off her to take his trunks off.
Mystica had her first look at his cock. It was average-sized. Damian didn't say anything which Mystica liked. So many guys she had been with started apologising that their dick didn't match up to the ones she had taken on in her movies. She had grown to find it unattractive. Instead she moved her hands to hold the sides of her boobs.
Damian assumed his straddling position once more. *quot;Oh fuck*quot; he said, as he positioned his cock to be enveloped by the huge pillows. Mystica duly obliged, pushing her tits together, disappearing Damian's member.
The feeling was glorious, and Damian began to slowly slide his cock in and out of Mystica's boobs. Mystica said nothing, but kept her eyes locked on Damian. The speed picked-up. Damian was in heaven as he lived out his fantasy. He'd basically been teasing himself all day with his near constant erection, so it didn't surprise him when he felt himself nearing orgasm. He thought he should slow down, so not to cum so quickly, but the pleasure overruled. He continued to get faster and faster, and Mystica was struggling to keep her tits together as Damian's groin smacked their underside.
Damian's fast breathing gave way to a low moan as he began to cum. Mystica felt a strand hit her chin and as she lifted her head up to see, a second spurt hit landed on her lips Pendik Escort and the edge of her nose. Damian's rocking slowed, his eyes closed as he continued to grind his hips to ride the orgasm out until the end.
He climbed off Mystica and she got up off the bed.
*quot;Let's both clean up and then you can see if you last any longer in round two*quot; she told him as she headed into the ensuite. Damian lay back on the bed panting, thinking about what was to come next.
Mystica re-emerged, her boobs and face now free of the cum. Damian hurried into the bathroom and gave himself a quick wash. When he returned his cock was fully erect once more. He headed over to Mystica, who took it in her hand and began to rub it up and down. Damian moaned and looked to the ceiling. Then he felt his cock taken into her wet mouth. He looked down and ran his hands through her curls as her head bobbed up and down.
A further few minutes of the blowjob were enjoyed until Damian felt like he was about to cum again. He pulled away and pushed Mystica down flat on the bed. He began to kiss her all over, working his way down to her stomach.
He moved himself to hover over her, a knee on the bed each side. Grabbing a tit in each hand, he continued his assault down her torso. He stopped at the top of her pussy. Moving his body down further, he began to rub and kiss her thick legs, allowing himself to get close, but not yet touching her vagina.
Mystica was moaning and squeezing her boobs herself now. To Damian's surprise, she grabbed his hair pushed his face to her pussy. The thick thighs came from either side like a pincer, and trapped Damian.
*quot;Lick it good and you get to escape*quot; said Mystica playfully, then realised a short groan as she felt Damian's tongue slide from bottom to top.
The next 10 minutes passed in a blur for Mystica as Damian's fingers and tongue brought her two successive orgasms. As she began to comedown from the second, she felt her legs pushed apart and the feeling she'd long awaited since Damian had first contacted her over a month ago. His cock was filling her pussy.
Mystica opened her eyes to see Damian looking down at her, whilst he pumped away. She felt her legs wrap round his back as her hands began to rub and grip his upper body. Damian had built up to a steady speed and grunted in chorus with Mystica's moans and hollering.
*quot;Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit*quot; was all she kept repeating.
Damian was close to cumming yet again but wanted to hold it off. He pulled out and lay down next to Mystica. She instantly missed his cock inside her, so swung over him. She pushed her tits into his face and slide herself up and down, rubbing Damian's cock with her body. Damian was breathing heavily as he grabbed and kissed the pillows that dangled on his face.
A hand reached down and held his cock upright, before the tight warm pussy lowered itself onto it. Mystica was now in control, and began a slow and sensual ride. She moaned deeply, eyes closed and smile etched across her face. Damian's hands were squeezing and rubbing her boobs as he alternated her nipples in his mouth. They were now moaning together, the noise likely heard by anyone walking by the room.
Damian had decided it was time to cum again. He took his hands from Mystica's tits and wrapped one hand behind her back, pulling her down towards him. Her breasts squished onto his chest and he enjoyed the sensation. His other hand grabbed Mystica's ass and squeezes as he began to speed up his thrusts. His cock was now hammering away at the tight pussy, and Mystica moaned loudly in Damian's ear. Soon he began to jerk and grunt but concentrated on enjoying his orgasm to the fullest, almost shouting as he started to fill Mystica with cum. Once he'd ridden it out and gave a few more thrusts to end, he rolled the former pornstar off him and lay back, panting and staring up at the ceiling.
His first interview had gone very well, he was looking forward to the rest.