Service with a Smile
When you work in computer repair, you tend to see a lot of things.
Sometimes, you run across just the usual gamut of things someone would keep on a household computer. The typical family photo album, the saved cooking recipes for Thanksgiving, maybe some questionably cheesy music choices marked “for the holidays”. Steven had seen plenty of it all while working as a repair service consultant for Nerd Herd, a computer help group that works outside of the larger retail chains in the country. It’d been an easy enough gig to get himself into, and fit with his passion for learning about electronics and what makes them work.
Of course, on the odd occasion, one does run into the more...unique, things in a computer. Especially a personal one.
Now, Nerd Herd’s usual policy pertaining to personal material on an individual’s computer adheres to the regulations all tech groups keep to. Which meant only needing to dig in if there’s suspicious or illegal material visible on the computer itself. He definitely hadn’t run into any mad scientist types or the overly violent ones with miles-long saved links to questionable material. But between him and his friends at the workplace, there was the occasional “oops I clicked it” story to share between them. This one though…
Steven looked up at the red traffic light, which he knew was one of the town’s longer-timed lights and always made you feel like you’d be late to work. A glance to his right had him look at the laptop resting in the passenger seat. A laptop that belonged to a woman he was driving to the address of in order to return her property to her. A laptop that had a very obvious baiting folder titled “private videos”.
The brunette’s cheeks warmed, but his heart suddenly skyrocketed when a loud honk went off behind him. Fumbling his hands on the wheel, he quickly moved his car through the intersection and past the green light he’d zoned out on changing. In his defense, to be fair, the thought of what was on the computer came to stick in his mind’s eye very easily.
“Geez...why does someone even make that so blatantly obvious?” He muttered aloud. Just thinking of those videos made his shirt collar feel a little too tight around the neck, making him hook a finger under the collar and tug at it to loosen it and his work-required tie.
When the computer had been brought to his work desk, it’d been an end of the day request. Tagged with only the name “Adagio Dazzle” and a hastily written note of “check for viruses/damage to hard drive”, Steven had at first been a bit reluctant to take the laptop home for extra work. He could’ve just left it there and passed it on to another employee, or even done it himself and just kept to the standard rules for working on site, which meant no fooling around with a customer’s materials beyond their requested check-up. But instead of doing that, he brought it home just to have one less job on his desk the next day.
When he stumbled across the folder, curiosity while in the confines of his own home got the better of him. The next thing Steven knew, he’d fumbled into a plethora of pin-up photos, glamour shots, and some very very private recordings that had his little apartment feeling far too hot for the Fall season and his pants to feel far too tight. The orange-haired beauty was entirely naked before his eyes, and had him enthralled for the entire thirty seconds he could stand to watch the video.
One of the more risque shots had seared itself into his mind, and even as he pulled into the parking lot where her apartment was registered to be, it still came through as clear as if it was in front of him. A naked, curvaceous, seductive beauty sitting in a laid back pose on her bed, the violet sheets ruffled from her movements. Her arms were thrown back behind her head, and her legs were spread just enough to let you drink up every inch of her, from her plump tits and faded pink hard nipples to her swollen, cum-splashed womanhood. The expression on her face sold both her delight in being seen, and her yearning for more.
Steven turned off the car, picked up his iced soda he’d brought along for the ride, and gulped down at least three solid drinks of the chilly drink. The sudden icy chill soothed his heated mindset at least for now, giving him some clarity and focus. ‘Just take the laptop up there, tell her you’ve fixed it up, and give it back. Then go home and shamelessly indulge and never say a word to anyone ever.’
It was a lot easier to tell himself his plan when he wasn’t standing in front of the apartment door.
To be honest, the apartment itself didn’t look all that glamorous or expensive from the outside. He could maybe afford to live here himself, assuming they didn’t charge too much for the rent and utilities. The grey-yellow lined steps were concrete, making his shoes give off a light thud with each step he took up the way. Outside of Adagio’s apartment, the woman had set up a small flower to grow by the left side of the door, protected from the door itself hitting it. Judging from the healthy blue coloring to it, it was well cared for, standing out amidst the rather droll brick and stone surroundings of the apartment’s structure.
“Come on...be a man for once.” Steven muttered to himself before knocking on the door with two knocks before lowering his hand. His other arm was folded around the laptop, which he carried tightly enough to make sure it wouldn’t slip out of his grip. He pushed down the thoughts he’d had in the car that threatened to rise up again, striving for some degree of professionalism like his job wanted him to have at all times.
When the door opened finally, though, he found it hard to keep himself from letting his jaw go slack.
“Hello there.” The warm tone of her voice made his ears tingle as he drank up the sight of her before his very eyes. The pictures and video did little justice to the woman right before him. Her features seemed even more pronounced now up close than from the distant angle the camera afforded. Leaning against the doorway, one arm raised up, Adagio’s expression was lit up with a smile, making her soft looking lips part to give a peek of perfect white teeth. Her skin was a little on the pale side of peach, but looked soft from the peeks of bare skin he could see on her.
The woman was wearing only an oversized t-shirt, one he realized he recognized from her posed photos he had gone through with wide eyes before. The tops of her arms and her shoulders peeked out from the cloth cutoffs, as well as her long legs that ended in feet clad with light red houseshoes. Even with it being a loose fit to her, he could make out the slope of her breasts against the front of the shirt, making him wonder for a moment if anything at all could be underneath.
Framing all of this beauty, though, was a literal curtain of orange hair that looked every bit impressive as the rest of her. Steven could scarcely imagine the amount of effort so much hair might take to keep in good shape, but she made it seem like it was nothing. Brushed and straightened locks framed her face in long strands, while the main mass seemed to fluff out and around behind her, reaching to her thighs if he had to guess.
“...” Steven had to swallow to find his voice again, managing to talk after a second attempt, “H-hello, ma’am. Your friendly neighborhood Nerd Herd agent, Steven Socket. You had us work on your laptop, and we’ve finished our inspection.”
“Oh, good! I was worried something might’ve been slowing it down.” Adagio’s smile grew a little as she took a step out towards Steven. Closer now, he couldn’t see a single blemish on her skin or face, and her bright raspberry colored eyes were focused on him still. He held up the laptop, which she took away easily and cradled under one arm, leaving him to fumble for his pockets. “Was there much damage to it? My sisters said they both used it and thought it was being weird.”
“N-no, miss Adagio.” Steven answered before finding some stability in turning his focus to the technical instead of the pleasurable woman in front of him. “Your laptop was running a little slow and had a few minor viruses found inside it, but nothing that couldn’t be handled. Your CPU is undamaged and clean, and there’s no nasty surprises lurking inside it now either. Your personal files are all safe and secure.”
“Are they now?”
“Yes, ma’am,” He assured her, but her arched eyebrow seemed to suggest other ideas, so he pressed on, “I ran a few of my own personal tests to make sure it was safe. None of your personal data was compromised, and there’s no back doors left open for someone to take advantage of. Every document, photo, and video is good.”
“Hmm.” Adagio’s lips quirked up into a smile, and Steven relaxed a little. “Well, I appreciate your hard work Steven. Come inside and I’ll let you have your pay.”
The invitation wasn’t expected, but manners dictated he follow her in, and so he did. Entering the apartment, Steven wasn’t sure what to expect. A small part of him had half expected an unkempt home, almost like a bachelor’s pad, since some of Adagio’s photos bore a similar setup. But as far as the technician could tell, it was actually rather clean. The living room had a set of twin couches that surrounded a brown table, where several magazines were stacked as well as DVD cases. What Steven could guess was a plastic plant for decoration sat in the corner, though he couldn’t really guess what type of plant it was beyond saying it was green and added color to the room. There were a couple photographs as well on one table, depicting a blue-haired girl and purple twin-tailed girl alongside Adagio also.
“Wait here. I’ll go get some money from my room. My sisters are out at their jobs, but they offered to pay in for the checkup since it was them who used it last.” Adagio’s voice reached out to him as she went down a hallway. Steven watched her go, his gaze lowering to her backside and then her rear, which he could guess was covered just by the shirt and little more.
“S-sure, no problem.” He replied. “Nice of them to do that for you.”
“They may be tedious at times, but family is family.” Adagio agreed, looking over her shoulder to smile at him. “I won’t be long.” The woman left his view, the parting shot being the sway of her voluminous hair before she was out of sight.
Steven breathed in and exhaled slowly, letting himself look around the apartment moreso. Something was tugging at the back of his mind, like a dull, repeating tone that he knew he should recognize but wasn’t clicking yet. He moved towards one of the sofas and sat down in it, his back to the hallway Adagio went into. The technician could rationalize someone using this kind of sofa to rest on, or even lay back if they wanted.
‘...wait a minute,’ Steven thought before something finally clicked, and in a flash, his mind was flooded by a memory that made his cheeks burn brightly.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!” Adagio’s voice called out as she was splayed over the couch, head pressed back against the pillowed end while an unknown man was claiming her with an almost feral passion. Her face was ablaze in heat, mouth open to allow lustful gasps of air as she took everything he had. The seductress’ eyes turned to the camera facing her from the table, and gave a smoldering look before her eyes rolled back from a rough thrust courtesy of her unknown partner.
“Give me that fat cock!”
Steven’s heartbeat picked up as the image burned into his mind, making his pants feel tighter and his own temperature to heat up. He was literally sitting on the same sofa that Adagio had recorded herself being rutted by an unidentified but athletic male. She’d positioned everything just right that the identity of her partner was never revealed, and the focus stayed entirely on her. He had watched, locked in place at his work desk at home while listening to her ecstatic cries, imagining himself in the lucky bastard’s place even if for just a moment.
“I need to get home…” he muttered under his breath. He froze as a soft hand came to rest on his shoulder, and a soft voice whispered in his ear.
“Too stiff to visit for long, Steven?”
He didn’t jump out of his seat, but he couldn’t help the quick turnaround to find Adagio directly behind him, a smirk on her lips. She hadn’t changed her attire in any way, but being this close seemed to magnify her beauty all the more. It was a struggle to hold her gaze and not look to her plush looking lips, lips he’d seen many times go all over a willing cock with ease.
“W-what?”
Adagio gave a small ‘tsk’ and tilted her head at him. “Be honest with me, Stevie. You went through my laptop and found some things you wouldn’t show mom at home, didn’t you?”
Shame coursed through his veins, and he thought to try and object. But the will to do so was lost under her stare.
“...y-yes ma’am. I had to in order to make sure everything was secure.”
“You did your job well. When you do things like I do, which in this case is some amateur pornographic filming,” Adagio said as she came around the sofa to stand by the armrest closest to him, “you have to get used to people seeing you in...compromising positions.”
“I promise, I didn’t tamper with anything or anything like...weird. Shady. I’m not that kind of guy.”
“I’d hope not. But you don’t seem the type.” Adagio agreed before moving again, Steven keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He wasn’t expecting the woman to simply place herself in his lap, her butt an easy fit over his lap and making him straighten up immediately as she pressed against his building erection. “And while I could just pay you and we go our separate ways, I have a better idea.”
“A better idea?”
“Mmhmm.” Adagio’s hair tickled against his cheek, a soft caress as she shifted about to better face him. She held up a small wad of bills between two fingers before him, but he only looked at the money for a few moments before paying attention to her again. “See...I need to post a new video. Sending my laptop off to get repaired delayed my schedule, but I can speed things up with your help.”
Steven’s face felt like it was close to burning alight. “Y-you want me to...film a porno with you?”
Adagio’s laughter was melodic, a tickle at the ears that stirred in his spirit. Her free hand came up to rest on his shoulder, fingers dancing their way up and along his shirt. “That’s one way you could put it. I’d offer it more as...a chance to indulge in some of those shows you peeked into. Tell me; did any of them stand out?”
“U-um...well. I liked...uh, to be honest, everything was…” Steven tried to answer but giving a coherent reply to such a brazen question was throwing him off. Finally, he blurted out something. “Y-you were stunning in all of it. I enjoyed everything about you.”
“A flatterer, huh? Most guys just drool over my chest or my butt.” She pointed out before smiling cheekily. “Course, you might do both yourself. I’m not one to judge.”
“...you always look so vibrant. Your hair, it’s like a...colorful curtain. And just all of you looks...really hot.” Steven mumbled. He wasn’t sure why he was letting all this out, but being put on the spot made one sometimes just shove something out.
“Well, now. You sound on board.” Adagio said before bringing a finger up to stroke his cheek. The path it traced felt like she was leaving heat across his face, but he didn’t pull away. “Of course, I’m not forcing you. For all I know, you might swing on the other side of the fence.”
“No ma’am. I’m straight.”
“Ma’am. So respectful.” Adagio chuckled before giving her rear a light wiggle, making Steven bite his lip as it pressed against his stiff member in his pants. “I’ll keep your identity a secret. I know exactly how to do it, so no one knows you were ever here. I’d offer to pay you too, but in fairness, I think not mentioning you peeking through my things is a good trade off, hmm?”
“That...sounds fair.” Steven agreed. “I’d like to keep my job.”
“Oh, don’t worry honey. Just think of this as...in-depth customer service.”
With the front door locked and lights dimmed, Steven felt like the rest of the world was cut off from him as he sat there on Adagio’s sofa, wearing only his boxers and his tie now as the shirt and pants had been discarded. He’d been a little hesitant at first to disrobe in front of Adagio - especially knowing his body would be on film - but the persuasive beauty had him seated and relaxed while she settled herself on the floor between his spread legs, knelt down in front of him.
The camera was positioned to his left, resting in some sort of plastic grip that held most phones these days. He would’ve given it more thought almost akin to the retail training they made everybody go through at Nerd Herd, but his mind was more centered on the way Adagio’s hands were rubbing his inner thighs, scooting the cloth boxers back little by little and continuing to coax his erection out as his tension built up.
“Looks like you left me a surprise this morning. Didn’t I wear you out last night?” Adagio asked.
It was part of a small script she’d made for the video in mind. The theme was simple enough: two lovers who had fun the night before are continuing their romp with a day in from work. Adagio’s question was rhetorical, as Steven didn’t need to answer at all. It was part of the arrangement to keep him from having his identity exposed. No voice lines, no exposure on camera of his face and especially not his work clothes. When he had stripped down, he’d expected teasing, but Adagio only seemed to offer an approving look before easing him into his seat with a loving kiss.
Now, here he was, unsure of what to do beyond letting the orange-haired mistress stay in control. She appeared to relish that focus as her half-lidded stare rose to his face before she freed his cock from its confines. It was only just starting to fill out, his nerves keeping him from really warming up so far. If this put Adagio off at all, it didn’t show. If anything, she took it in stride and took a collective moment to run a finger around the tip of his cock. The pinkish tip was sensitive, making Steven shiver as she toyed with him.
“He might need a little encouragement. Just lay back, hun.” She told him before nuzzling into his crotch, her hair flowing around his legs as she lowered down further. He had to bite his lip to stifle an unprepared yelp as her lips pressed into his ballsack, the kiss gentle but a brief taste of her intentions as he spread his legs further apart. The better access made it easier on the seductress as she gave her attention to his resting orbs.
If he’d had doubts before about the situation, they were quickly being drowned under the efforts of Adagio’s talented lips. The motions of her head as she worked at his balls had his cock hardening rapidly, a pillar of flesh peeking past her orange mane that had gathered around his lap. Instinct told him to try and touch Adagio or offer some sort of encouragement, but she appeared to be a step ahead of him. Her right hand rose up and took a delicate grip of his cock, stroking him slowly while she engulfed one of his balls in her mouth.
“Mmm…” the low hum from her reached Steven’s ears but he felt it moreso as her tongue caressed and lavished his sensitive ballsack with wet and loving attention. She swung it left, then right, rolling the egg-sized mass with practiced talent that had his toes curling before she let it slip from her lips, only to turn to its brother and give it a similar treatment. The wet sensation was even better as her hot breath washed over his crotch, every little exhale she gave only adding to the erotic experience.
When she did come up for a breath of air, he was rock hard and throbbing against his right leg amidst a pool of her hair. The soft cushion of her luscious locks made every bit of motion tickle in a sensual way that Steven had never experienced. He couldn’t help a jerk of his hips to thrust his member against her hair, something Adagio caught onto before smirking. “Hello, handsome.” She cooed as she eyed his erection. “Lemme help you with that…”
Steven wasn’t sure what to expect at first, but the seductress before him had a clear plan in mind. He got to discover it as she swung her head about, making her hair shimmy about until it was pooled in his lap over his erection. A gasp escaped him before he could contain it, which only encouraged Adagio more as she continued to play with him. A deft motion with her hands had a bundle of her hair envelope his cock, leaving just the tip exposed while the rest was enwrapped in a sea of orange.
Adagio’s grip let her resume stroking his member, although now it was with the texture and softness of her hair all around him. He’d never imagined something like this before, but found himself greatly enjoying it. His hips gave a couple of weak bucks into her stroking, but Adagio gave just a warning squeeze at the base to get him to keep still. It worked, well enough for Adagio to maneuver her head back down to suck on his balls once more. The motion of her hands was slow and steady, making use of her hair to enhance the handjob and oral worship she was giving him.
He wanted to speak, to say anything, but it was lost in her efforts to pleasure him. All he could do was lay back and submit to her sensual methods, riding out the increasing waves of pleasure as he encroached towards orgasm. Being so pent up as he was, he wouldn’t hold out much longer under such loving treatment. Adagio seemed to sense this, and only increased her efforts. His balls were drenched in her saliva, and by the time she pulled back from them, the soaked scrotum was clenching up as he got ready to finally let loose.
“Now, we don’t need a mess,” Adagio cooed as her lips hovered over his throbbing tip, the swollen mushroom wet with pre-cum, “so give me something to drink this morning, hmm?” It was a question unanswered as she dipped her head down and engulfed his tip into her plush lips, while her hands rapidly worked her hair and his cock in swift strokes.
Steven could only throw his head back and tense up, his body locking its muscles before cum seemed to surge out of his cock and into Adagio’s waiting mouth. She smiled around him, holding his cock steady at the base while she moaned aloud for the camera, clearly showing off her willingness to drink his seed. She swallowed loudly, her tongue squirming against the full cockhead he had as more and more cum poured out. When Steven could look again, his cock weakly throbbing, he saw not a single drop lost from her mouth as she pulled back.
He was left jaw agape as she let her mouth stay open, long enough to show him the thick strands of cum on her tongue before she closed it and swallowed again. When she spoke again, not a trace of his cum remained, but the image stayed seared in his mind.
“I never took you for one of those hair type guys...but then again, I do like surprises. So potent too.” Adagio commented before reaching over to turn the camera off. The position of the camera meant she had to half climb over him, and Steven just watched as her nude body was on display before his eyes. He was able to admire every wonderful curve of her body: the smoothness to her stomach before it met the swell of her hips, his eyes trailing over her wide butt before gravitating to her pussy that peeked out just barely as she wiggled in place.
Instinct, borne of lust and hunger for her, had him moving in an instant. “Wha-hey!” Adagio exclaimed, but it didn’t stop him as he took hold of her rear, a cheek in each hand, before diving face-first into her pussy. He’d seen enough pornos to have some loose idea of what to do, and plunged his tongue right into her depths without warning. The gasp from Adagio was semi-muffled as her ass pressed against the sides of his head, but he persisted, soon making Adagio lay herself out on the sofa as he kept eating her out.
“Oh, good boy! I usually-oh-have to encourage someone. So hungry!” She exclaimed in delight, laughing a little before giving a happy sigh from his efforts. Sensing he was doing something right, he kept up the aggressive pace, using his hands to palm and squeeze her rear end as his tongue corkscrewed about within her depths. Her juices were a taste he had no comparison to, only a sense of something sweet and unique. The only issue was the odd position he was in, half crouched and half kneeling as he held onto her butt for balance.
Adagio seemed to sense this and took control again when he pulled back for a breath of air. She was astoundingly quick, moving Steven back onto his back and head resting on a pillow before his world became consumed by her again. Only this time, it was him looking up to her, basking in her glory as she looked down to him. The ceiling light gave a luminous lining to her wild-looking hair, and her close proximity let him even see the beads of sweat rolling down her belly and front to where his head now rested as she sat astride his face.
“Hope you have good lungs.” She teased before sinking down again, covering his face with her crotch as she ground up against his lips. He was on her again in a moment, pushing his tongue into her wanting depths as far as it could go. If Adagio’s moans were anything to go off of, she approved of his thinking while his hands came up to hold onto her legs. His fingers ran over her hips and thighs as she bounced atop him, making use of his cushioned head to savor the dominant position.
Even having just orgasmed, Steven’s body was reacting to the lustful way she rode his face, his cock already starting to grow back to full stiffness again. But any thoughts of tending to his cock were made secondary to pleasing her. Hearing her gasp and moan above him, reacting to his efforts, felt all the more blissful. But he wanted to give her more, to do more. Feeling his grip slip along her right thigh, the idea came to him as she ground down against his wiggling tongue.
“Oh! Oh gods, right there! There baby!” Adagio cried out as Steven deftly dove two fingers right into her nethers, further stimulating the woman and evoking more heavenly cries out of her. He was falling for that voice, the way it called out to him and egged him on. His tongue swerved and stroked, flicking in long paths that left no part of her yearning pussy untouched. The first touch on her clitoris made her whole body tremble, and her hands found his head to pull harder against her groin. He could only respond with more of the same, his lungs burning for air before she relented enough to let him breathe again.
This back and forth persisted for only a couple minutes more before another tongue swipe of her clit made Adagio start to gasp in a rising pitch. Sensing she was close, Steven inhaled a final breath and flattened his tongue against the roof of her pussy, dragging it in circles in a fast pace that had her mumbling incoherently. The sudden gush of fluids on his tongue and face caught him off guard, tangy and bitter yet wholly satisfying to his lusts. She remained astride him, her pussy twitching and spasming before his eyes as her orgasm continued.
When Adagio did try to move again, it seemed to take her a moment to get her bearings. She brought a hand up to her chest, resting a palm against her heart with her eyes closed. Steven looked up to her, watching as she finally dismounted his head and scooted back to his chest instead. Her weight didn’t bother him, and only a dull awareness of his throbbing cock stuck in his mind as she looked down at him.
“I didn’t think...you had that in you.” Adagio breathed out.
“I didn’t either.” He admitted, his chin and lips still glistening with her femcum. Adagio only grinned at this, and brought her hands down to run her nails along his neck and chest.
“Think you can go another round? For me?”
“Oh! Oh! That’s it, give me that cock! Give me it!”
They’d changed positions and moved the camera, now adopting a more dynamic view for the recording’s sake. A little creativity with some book placement and careful leverage allowed for them to make use of the nearby lounge chair, with Adagio riding atop his lap and fully plunging his cock into her warm, enveloping pussy. The camera she’d set up was positioned just right so that the viewers would see all of Adagio, but nothing of Steven save his legs and cock. That was fine by Steven; all he cared to look at was the gorgeous vixen riding him, hands locked behind his neck as she held onto him while bouncing away.
She was a breathtaking picture of desire and beauty, hair fanned out around her head and torso as it swayed with her motions, breasts bouncing in tandem and making him yearn to feel them against his face. Sweat covered both their bodies, and her eyes were clouded with lust, dark and full of want as she clenched around his member. Steven was sore, his body aching as he seemed to have trouble matching Adagio’s pace. If this bothered the porn star in the slightest, it didn’t show as she took him to the hilt and rose back up in a practiced, timed motion that he imagined emphasized her ass bouncing in his lap.
She must’ve sensed his distraction as she pulled him closer to her, kissing him firmly on the lips and earning a few seconds of reply from him before she broke off, pressing his head against her chest as she gasped and cooed in his ear.
“Such a good cock...a good fucking dick. You love fucking me with this dick, don’t you Steven?”
She was quiet, just enough that he doubted the camera could hear her. But he felt compelled to respond, like a pull in the back of his mind that centered on the vixen.
“Y-yes, Adagio.”
“This is my dick, isn’t it? Mine to enjoy. Mine-ohfuck-” she ground her hips into his as his hands reached up through her curtain of hair to hold onto her back, “my fucking good dick.”
Her dirty talk was equal parts enthralling to Steven as much as demanding. The technician couldn’t resist obeying, compelled again by some unknown yearning. He didn’t need to worry about it. He only needed to serve her.
“All yours...Adagio. Yours.”
“Damn right. My. Fucking. Cock!” She exclaimed, emphasizing each word with a hard butt bounce that only left a dull ache in Steven’s body, too much pleasure clouding his mind to really feel concern. A pause came as Adagio expertly shifted about above him, making him let go and watch as she did a complete 180 and sat back down on his dick, enveloping him with ease into her soaked and hot folds. Despite how long they’d been going, she was still as sinfully tight as when she’d first started riding him. He moved to embrace her around her middle, while Adagio spread her legs so that each one hooked over the armrest of the chair, putting herself entirely on display.
The long-haired seductress leaned back, Steven still masked by her long hair, and whispered to him.
“Ravish me.”
He obeyed in seconds, abandoning any ideas of rhythm in favor of pure speed and force. Adagio’s whole body rocked atop his as she took all the lust he had to give her, letting loose her cries of ecstasy while Steven grunted and moaned into the back of her neck and shoulders. Where this surge of primal want came from, he didn’t know, but all he did know was to listen to her and give her what she wanted. Even as he throbbed and pressed closer to finishing, he never stopped.
Lungs burning, arms aching, he plowed into her pussy with all he could muster. It was enough to satisfy the porn actress that she held onto him with a loose grip of her hand on his side, the other hand playing with her clitoris while giving her attention to the camera. “Oh fuck! Fuck, baby, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” It could’ve been theatrical, but feeling her tighten around his cock told Steven otherwise. He shifted course, sacrificing speed for power as he thrust every inch he had straight up into her willing womb.
It took only a few hard strokes to get Adagio to climax again, throwing her head back and no doubt squirting in full display for the camera. The mental image it gave him tipped Steven over the edge, and he hilted himself into her a final time before letting loose another built-up load of cum. Adagio’s high pitched gasps turned into moans as she felt him unload inside her, gushing seed against her quivering walls and filling her with all he had.
It felt like several minutes passed before Steven could hold it no more, and fell back against the chair to let go of Adagio. To her credit, her position didn’t let her fall, and instead she was able to settle herself in his lap, still hilted within her as she lounged against him. They laid there, both getting their breath back together, and Adagio gave a light whimper before sighing as his shrinking member slipped out from her well-used snatch. Steven’s world was only her warm body pressed up against him, and the fragrant hair that surrounded his head.
“Now that is customer service.”