"most likely to become a porn star" (voyeur)

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NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa's series "C*ck Star." The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public figure. In the early 2020’s, Samson became America's leading male erotic superstar. From an early age, he proved to be a master of seduction, literally bedding thousands of women before his 21st birthday. Though married to high school sweetheart Sandra Kong, his soul mate also manages his adult film career and participates in many of his saturnalian activities. This is their story.

“Whatever happened to Lance Leo?”

That question had obsessed Henry Higgins for some time. Though his friend didn’t attend their 5-year class reunion, his name came up in almost every conversation around the punch bowl. Just after the star quarterback had led the Peoria Panthers to the state finals, a sex scandal derailed a very promising career in college football.


Certain details remained murky but others never had been held in dispute.


It went down like this…


After Lance scored the winning touchdown of a post-season game, his English teacher invited him back to her apartment to celebrate. The teen had become intimate with Ms. Bev Johnson six weeks earlier. According to police reports, she had slept with him 63 times in 42 days.


Another female teacher, Katie Marx, joined them later in the evening. According to Johnson’s deposition, both women then participated in a grueling 9-hour threesome with the youngster. After receiving a noise complaint at 5am, a patrolman visited the Dupar residence. Despite her protestations, the officer entered Bev’s apartment after hearing moans and screams from inside her bedroom. Obviously, no crime had occurred that night. That is, if one speaks of major offenses like rape or murder. However, carnal knowledge of a juvenile was also illegal.


Had the patrolman not walked into the bedroom with his gun drawn, the incident might have ended better for all of them. Katie would not have jumped out of bed and locked herself in the bathroom. Bev would not have gassed the officer with a can of pepper spray. Lance would not have wrestled the apparent intruder to the ground before getting arrested for disorderly conduct.


Unfortunately, that’s how it went down…


Naturally, a media circus ensued when the DA filed charges. The story became a national joke. What jury would believe that a horny male teenager had been “victimized” while having a threesome with two stone cold foxes? More importantly, Leo had actually turned 18 the year before. The DMV had misprinted Lance’s birthdate on his driver’s license. He was 100% legal. All the same, the incident upended their lives. Peoria Tech fired the teachers and Lance lost his football scholarship at U of I.


Henry lost contact with him after senior year but thought about his friend all the time. One did not forget a man like him very easily. Though the news story sounded sensationalistic, Lance’s ill-fated threesome had been just one episode in a storied love life that even Casanova would envy. So did Henry. The teen stud probably had slept with more than a hundred students before he dropped out of Peoria Tech.


Lance Leo had no male friends. Other guys regarded the playboy with an awkward combination of respect, awe, and tempered jealousy. They didn’t let their girlfriends anywhere near him. Henry would not have done so either but he did not even kiss a female until college. However, the two of them made a great team on the gridiron. Lance might have been the star player but Henry always had his back. They never became close but formed a bond as the Panthers won one game after another.


After college, Henry got a job at a bank and settled into a comfortable and rather ordinary life. Between girlfriends, he browsed porn websites as 99% of guys will do. Though more or less hetero, Henry did have a thing for males with big dicks. He dreamt of having a huge one that could give girls huge orgasms. This fantasy began to form in his mind during high school after he met Lance.


As high school boys matured, they quietly checked each other out in the shower. To call Lance an “early bloomer” would have been an understatement. His friend weirded out other dudes when he got undressed after football practice. The usual locker room talk died down to a whimper and his teammates quickly evacuated the shower room. However, Henry could not help but stare. His teammate was so well hung that he could see Lance’s limp dong dangling low between his thighs even with his back to him. He wondered what it looked like when his friend got hard.


A few years later, Henry found out.


On a random Thursday night, he browsed the web in search of blogs that featured men with big cocks. That led him to www.CockStar.com, “the official website for Samson Kong.” His Twitter feed had millions of followers. Every photograph got 50K reposts. Within two seconds, Henry knew what Lance had done after high school. It did not surprise him in the least. His photo in the yearbook could have read, “Most likely to become a porn star.”


It took months for Henry to work up the courage to write him. Running into an old friend at a bar was one thing. Discovering him while jacking off to his porn vid was something else. Finally, Henry sent a note to the general mailbox on his website. Surprisingly, Samson’s personal assistant wrote back a week later with a message from her employer. Lance told Henry to look him up if he ever passed through Vegas.


Just by coincidence, Henry had some vacation time coming up. Without a wife or a girlfriend, he did not have any specific plans. So when Henry wrote his old pal again, Lance offered to put him up in Vegas. He had a suite at the MGM Grand with some extra bedrooms. Henry bought a plane ticket the next day.

To be continued...

 

[laptoper]

sounds great, looking forward to hearing more.

 

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Lance didn’t meet Henry at the airport but his chauffeur waited for him at the luggage carousel. They drove to the Strip in a black stretch limousine. Another valet ushered him through the palatial lobby of the hotel. They walked past the bank of elevators into a narrow hallway. A security guard patted him down before the valet led him into a private elevator and bid him adieu.


As the automatic doors closed behind him, Henry had a moment to collect his thoughts. Henry knew his friend had done well. Even one of the standard suites at the MGM Grand probably cost a fortune. But this elevator only had one button. It was marked “PH” for “penthouse.”


The doors didn’t open to a hotel hallway. They opened to a majestic suite with a panoramic view of the Las Vegas Strip. Across a vast expanse of plush carpet and velvet couches, part of the living room had been cleared for a private gym with a deluxe set of dumbbells and weight plates. Lance lay on the bench press and hoisted at least 300 pounds of weight up into the air. Henry counted a total of 12 reps.


After finishing his set, Lance looked over at Henry.


“Hey, dude,” he told him. “Have a good flight?”


Lance wasn’t unfriendly but there was no ‘bro hug’ forthcoming. Henry didn’t mind. That might have been a bit weird anyway. Lance was shirtless and sweaty. His body didn’t repel Henry. Rather, it excited him and that excitement scared him a bit. Lance already began to dabble in bodybuilding during high school but now he could have won major competitions had it not been for his porn career.


“Hey, can you put some more weight on the barbell?” Lance finally asked. Henry had been staring him silently for nearly thirty seconds.


“Yeah, sure. How much?”


“How about 50 pounds?”


Henry reached for a pair of 25 lb. plates on the weight rack.


“No, dude,” Lance laughed. “I meant 50 on each side.”


Henry carefully picked up a 50-pounder with both hands. It felt like a manhole cover. Henry slid on the extra weight with some difficulty. He hadn’t worked out much lately.


“Spot me, bro?” Lance asked him.


Henry positioned himself behind the bench press and gripped the barbell. Truth be told, Lance didn’t really need a spotter. Henry thought his friend wanted to perform a single rep. Instead, Lance smoothly cranked out five before resting the weight back in the rack. He then hopped up from the bench.


Lance wore loose sweatpants. He definitely was packing but his weapon remained concealed for the moment. Henry could not help but notice his breathtaking physique. The workout had jacked up his muscles. He looked like an even bigger, stronger version of the guy on the “Aquaman” billboards that popped up just before the movie came out.


“Gonna take a shower,” announced Lance. Henry followed him towards the bathroom.


“Where you are going?” laughed his friend. “I’m taking a shower. Not you. This ain’t gym class.”


Henry chilled in the living room for about twenty minutes while his friend cleaned up. Lance returned dressed to the nines. Describing his attire as flamboyant would have been an understatement. He wore a silk steampunk blouse opened to his navel. It revealed a wide expanse of pectoral cleavage that Henry only had seen in comic books. With his luxurious mane of jet-black hair, he looked like the lovable rogue of a romance novel. But Lance’s skintight leather pants bulged so indecently that no publisher would have allowed his photo on the cover. Henry had watched hundreds of Samson’s videos online but his size seemed even more imposing in person. His organ had grown even larger since high school.


“C’mon” Lance told him and walked toward the elevator. Henry followed a few steps behind him. He didn’t even ask where they were going. They took the elevator downstairs. The security guard then led them to another elevator that descended into an underground parking garage. The doors opened to the flashbulbs of the paparazzi. There weren’t too many of them, maybe six or seven at most. Henry followed Lance into the back of the limousine and the vehicle sped off.


Casino lights flashed through the tinted windows of the limo as soon as they surfaced on Las Vegas Blvd.


“Where are we going?” asked Henry.


“I don’t know,” answered Lance. “Maybe hit a few strip clubs downtown.”


“Are you saying,” stammered his friend. “That a guy like you goes to strip clubs?”


“Yeah, why not?”


“Well, I just thought that…”


Henry hadn’t spoken to Lance about his porn career. But he knew the subject would come up sooner or later. It was hardly a secret. Samson had become a celebrity porn star with millions of followers of Instagram. And such a figure hardly seemed like the typical patron of a strip club. Titty bars tended to attract the desperate and lonely.


Lance smiled. He instantly understood what Henry meant by a guy like him.


“You see, Henry,” began his friend after taking a long drag of weed from his vape pen, “Some men go to strip clubs to stare at women. I go there to fuck them. So, yeah, I like to frequent such establishments.”


Lance’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He answered it after another puff of grape-scented weed from his vape. Henry felt a bit relieved their awkward conversation had been interrupted.


“Yeah, babe,” Lance greeted the caller in a seductive tone. His expression grew more serious. Henry couldn’t hear the other end of the line but it sounded like Lance forgot something important.


“Babe, I know you promised her,” he finally answered. “OK, I’ll do it. But there is no way we can find a shooter in two hours.”


The conversation went on another five minutes. Lance’s face lit up with a mischievous smile.


“Hey, can you operate a cell phone camera?” he asked Henry.


“Sure.”


“Listen, honey,” he told his caller. “I think I have an idea. Let me call you back.”


Lance looked up at Henry. “Hey, buddy,” he began. “I totally forgot about tonight. I promised my producer that I would dance at her girlfriend’s bachelorette party. We’re going to have to do the strip club some other time.”


“Should I go back to the hotel?”


“No, no, no, no, no… You see, we need someone to film the party so we can put it up on my website. “


Henry felt a frisson of excitement shimmy up his spine. The prospect of Lance’s proposal rendered him speechless. Henry had spent many hours on Samson’s website. Besides thousands of sex scenes, it also streamed reality-TV style videos in which the ladykiller partied with strippers, nude models, and adult film actresses.

 

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“Listen,” pleaded Lance. “I’ll give you $2000 to do this. It won’t take more than an hour. You gotta help me, dude.”

Before Henry could answer, Lance pulled out his wallet and emptied its contents on the car seat. He must have been carrying at least three grand in crisp hundred-dollar banknotes. Henry’s sense of awkwardness began to dissipate. Not only would he get to indulge the voyeuristic urges that brought him to Las Vegas. Lance would pay him for the privilege.

The limousine turned off the strip. A few minutes later, it headed into an alley behind a bar. A small flight of stairs led to the service entrance.

“Wait here,” his friend told him before exiting the vehicle. He knocked on the back door to the building and slipped into the back. A couple minutes later, Lance motioned him inside. The kitchen was empty. The wait staff had left early for the day. Henry heard party noise from behind the swinging double doors that led into the barroom.

“They closed the joint for the party tonight,” explained Lance in a hushed voice. “We need to stay back here for a bit. I’m supposed to be a surprise.”

“How long do we have before I start shooting?” asked Henry

“Ten minutes probably.”

“OK, let me take a piss first.”

Henry found an employee bathroom next to the service entrance. He emptied his bladder and flushed the toilet. Meanwhile, Henry heard the back door creak open and shut. Footsteps walked past. He listened to the distinctive click-clack of high heels on the cement floor of the kitchen.

“How’s it hanging, dude?” purred a sultry voice.

“Hey, babe,” Lance answered casually. “Looking forward to tonight.”

Henry could make out their voices clearly through the air duct in the bathroom.

“Thanks for coming,” she said. “We can’t pay your appearance fee but I think you will have a good time.”

“Good time, huh? Who’s here tonight?”

“Lola, Cassie… You know, the usual gang.”

“My fan club.”

“But you haven’t met the guest of honor.”

“Who’s getting hitched?”

“Carmella. Used to do lesbian softcore with Linda, a little nude modeling before that. She is marrying a hedge fund manager. An old, rich hedge fund manager.”

“My condolences.”

“Anyway, we thought it might be nice if you gave her a little going away present.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he gently chided her. “You know I’m not into blind dates.”

“I’m just putting it out there. No pressure.”

“I think I see what I want already.”

Henry quietly opened the door and peeked into the kitchen. The brunette wore a skintight red velvet dress that showcased her hourglass figure. Her back was turned and she didn’t see him. So when Lance closed in for a kiss with her, she probably assumed they were alone. The alpha stud escalated their make-out session swiftly and decisively, shoving her against the wall with a loud thump. His moves seemed aggressive but not uninvited. The girl moaned into his mouth as he ground his crotch against her hips.

Lance glanced over at the bathroom. He spotted the voyeur but continued to make out with her for another two minutes. His motivation seemed unclear. He might have been caught up in the heat of the moment. Or Lance might have wanted to show off his prowess to Henry. Leo had an exhibitionistic side. During high school, the playboy seldom bragged about his conquests but never shied from public displays of affection either. As a freshman, he made a point of getting frisky with seniors in the hallways between classes. Lance’s bold conduct did not endear him to their boyfriends on the football team but propelled his social status into the stratosphere.

To his lover’s disappointment, Samson finally backed away. She caught sight of Henry and blushed a little. “Hey, dude,” Lance greeted him casually as if nothing had happened. “Let me introduce you to Jessica.”

The woman turned to him. It was none other than Jessica Swanson. The porn starlet had won a dozen AVN awards and appeared in countless videos. But her performances always struck Henry as mechanical except in the ones where she appeared with Samson. He brought out a sensual ferocity in her that the actress didn’t exhibit in scenes with other men. Jessica clearly didn’t fake her orgasms with Lance. None of his co-star’s ever did.

Henry gave Jessica a limp handshake.

“I went to high school with Henry,” explained Lance.

“High school, eh?” smiled Jessica. “I’d love to hear some stories about that sometime.”

Henry had plenty of stories but didn’t plan to volunteer any of them.

“Aw, babe,” Samson laughed. “You wouldn’t believe what a guy had to do to get laid back then. No money. No car. Living with your parents. I used to ride my BMX to Walgreen’s to shoplift Magnum XL’s.”

“Seriously?” laughed Jessica.

“Yeah. Those were such innocent times. I only had a nine-and-a-half inch cock back then. Can you believe it?”

Henry blushed. Jessica noticed.

“Lance, stop embarrassing your friend,” she told him.

“I’m not embarrassing him.”

“Yes, you are,” interrupted Jessica. She glanced at Henry sympathetically: “I don’t know how you put up with him.”

Jessica looked at her watch.

“You’re on in 5,” she told Lance. “Come out when you hear the emcee announce your name.”

Henry pulled out his phone to set up the video camera.

“Don’t be shy about getting close,” Lance instructed him. “And don’t stop shooting no matter how crazy things get.”

The dance music stopped in the other room. A murmur of anticipation sounded in the crowd.

“And now,” boomed an announcer over the PA system. “Direct from Hollywood USA, presenting America’s #1 male erotic superstar! The stud your mother warned you about! The biggest dick in porn! Introducing the man, the myth, the legend…SAMSON KONG!”

A raucous cheer sounded inside the bar. Lance charged through the swinging double doors into the packed room with Henry and his camera in tow. Almost immediately, Lance was mobbed with his female fans. Unlike a typical bachelorette party, the attendees appeared unusually attractive. Many of them could have modeled for Victoria’s secret. Some wore revealing outfits that seemed risqué even for Las Vegas.

Henry recognized a few of the women. Besides Jessica, he counted at least six or seven other porn actresses in the audience. They all appeared in scenes with Samson. Henry connected the dots. This was no ordinary bachelorette party. The guests all worked in adult entertainment. And quite a few of them had slept with Samson either on or off screen.

AC/DC’s “Back in Black” played on the sound system. Tracked by a spotlight, Lance sashayed across the barroom toward a small stage for live bands. He vaulted the steps and spun on his heel until his back faced the audience. Without a missing a beat, he shook his ass to the rhythm of the heavy metal anthem. Samson slowly turned back to the crowd again with a naughty smile on his lips. He grabbed the lapels of his silk shirt and yanked it open to the waist. He tore off his blouse, twirled it around his finger, and flung it into the crowd. The women fought over the discarded garment like a foul ball at Dodger Stadium.

Meanwhile, Lance continued his striptease, tossing each item of clothing into the audience. His chiseled physique glowed under a light sheen of sweat as the bodybuilding Adonis posed and pranced on stage. Henry closely followed Samson’s routine as the natural-born showman whipped up his female fans into an estrogen-induced frenzy. A mature and strikingly attractive blonde in a tank top and leather skirt rushed the stage. She wound her arms around the small of his back and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss. Lance began to make out with his fan until a security guard politely led her away.

When he undid the fly of his leather pants, the cheers grew to a raucous peak. However, the front zipper was only decorative. Lance wore tear-away pants that opened along the sides of his legs. Male strippers used them to disrobe quickly. In a flash, he unsnapped the left side, then the right, and stepped out of the garment. Samson had stripped down to a black thong that consisted of a spaghetti string waistband with a custom-tailored pouch for his oversized genitalia.

Lance wasted no time. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband pulled it down. A collective gasp of delight sounded in the audience. When Samson dropped his drawers, women dropped their jaws. The superstud was preposterously blessed. A barrage of catcalls and whistles followed the unveiling of his endowment. His friend basked in a level of exaltation normally reserved for Hollywood royalty and pop stars.

A gleeful expression spread over Samson’s face. While other men would have been terrified standing bucked naked in front of a crowd, he adored the attention. Lance began to twerk, shaking his ass up and down. Even with his back to the audience, Samson was so well hung that they all could see his limp dong swinging between his thighs. A dozen more cell phones rose in the air to tape his lewd performance.

He spun around again to face his crowd of admirers. As the grand finale to his act, he closed his eyes and the muscles in his chest and abdomen flexed taut. Samson contracted his groin, causing his manhood to twitch. He did it again and the organ lurched upward. Lance kept his hands behind his back and simply willed a massive erection. As the shaft ratcheted upward with each contraction, it grew impossibly large. Henry couldn’t believe his eyes. Sure, he watched thousands of Samson’s videos but wide-angle lenses distorted penis size on camera. Lance had put those doubts to rest.

Lance took a bow at the end of the song. The audience gave one last cheer before he descended the stage. A mob of females closed in on him. Henry taped his friend in a sea of faces, tits, and bodycon dresses as he made his way back to the kitchen. Two security guards ushered him through the swinging doors. No one else could go back there, not even Henry. Within a couple minutes, however, Lance emerged in a fresh set of clothes. He wore a flamboyant Versace silk sport shirt with a pair of leather pants.

Lance’s presence heated up the room as he strutted amongst the throng of adoring women. Many offered him a hug, some a kiss, a few quite a bit more had he not kept moving through the crowd. A few girls lined up to take selfies with the celebrity stud. He wore a smug grin as the cameras flashed. “I am smiling,” his expression seemed to say. “Because I can fuck any girl in this room.” Henry kept his distance but caught snatches of conversation between Lance and his fans.

“So who are you taking home tonight?” flirtatiously inquired a MILF-y brunette in a white slit skirt and a rhinestone mesh crop top that barely contained her D-cup rack.

“I hadn’t thought about that,” smiled Samson. “I’m still deciding how many to take home tonight.”

To be continued...

 

[WadWorshipper]

Great work! Well done!

 

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“So who are you taking home tonight?” flirtatiously inquired a MILF-y brunette in a white slit skirt and a rhinestone mesh crop top that barely contained her D-cup rack.

“I hadn’t thought about that,” smiled Samson. “I’m still deciding how many to take home tonight.”

“So you’re feeling ambitious?”

“Just feeling like any man would feel in my situation. Pretty good.”

“Because you’re stud to half of Vegas?”

“Only half?”

“Gotta powder my nose,” she laughed before leaving with a wink.

“She’ll be back,” Lance quietly told Henry in confidence.

A moment later, two more foxes slinked up to them. The ladies wore matching outfits: fishnets, stiletto heels and black lace mini-dresses. The redhead stood a couple inches taller than her blonde companion but they shared the same hourglass figure that every man desired. Without a word, they pulled Lance into a group hug. Henry immediately sensed their intimacy. Samson’s roving hands glided down their backs and up their skirts. He drew them even closer and their mouths converged in a three-way kiss.

Henry slowly began to recognize the women. Amber Chase and Nikki Sexx had recently starred in a very passionate threesome with Lance on CockStar.com. All of Samson’s scenes looked hot but this one seemed special. The trio almost seemed to forget the camera at times. They got really, really into each other in a way that not even the most professional actors could fake. Samson must have brought each of his co-stars to climax at least a dozen times. And when he popped, his fuck club remained hard as a rock. Sure, Lance’s videos were famous for featuring multiple cumshots. But he rarely blew his load four times in a row without going soft.

“Ladies, ladies...” he murmured to Amber and Nikki. “When are we going to work together again?”

“How about tonight?” Nikki inquired with a provocative smile.

“I don’t think we can arrange a shoot that soon,” he noted sadly. “Besides, my producer needs to call your agent to negotiate the fee.”

“Who said anything about a fee?” laughed Amber.

“Let’s just consider tonight a rehearsal for next time,” explained Nikki.

Lance’s smug grin widened even further.

“What about him?” he pointed to his friend discreetly. Henry felt like a third wheel or, better put, the fourth wheel in a threesome. He already got way more than he bargained for tonight.

“Let him tape it,” Amber finally told Lance. “No big deal.”

“As long as we get a copy,” added Nikki.

“Fuckin’ A!” gushed Samson. “This is going to be so hot!”

A few partygoers glanced their way and smiled. They noted Lance’s outburst but it did not seem to surprise them. People knew how the ladykiller rolled.

“You see,” he continued in a hushed voice. “We just didn’t have enough time for each other at the shoot. There were so many things I wanted to try, so many things I knew you’d both love but we had to perform for the camera. So let’s make tonight about us. You know…exploration.”

His speech smoothly transitioned into a three-way make-out session. Samson might have laid pipe with 2,000 porn starlets but every hookup began with a kiss. The natural-born seducer refined necking to a fine art. Standing at six-and-a-half feet tall, Lance leaned down just far enough for his lips to brush against theirs. But his towering height forced them to rise up on their tippy-toes in order to kiss him back. He then lifted his head slightly so that his mouth hovered just a couple inches out of reach.

“Playing hard-to-get, eh?” giggled Amber playfully. “Then we’ll just have to find something else to kiss.”

With that, she undid the top buttons of his silk shirt to reveal his sculpted chest and flattened her lips against one of his massive pecs. The bulging slab of muscle twitched with excitement. Like a lot of bodybuilders, Samson sported rock hard nipples all the time. But they grew even stiffer with Amber’s nuzzling. Henry could see them poking through the fabric of his shirt like football cleats.

“Nice rack,” teased Nikki. “You been working out or something?”

A baritone chuckle sounded deep within Samson’s chest before his mouth swooped downward and stole a kiss from Nikki’s lips. She slipped her knee between his legs and lightly stroked the salami-sized bulge that ran down the length of his left inner thigh.

“Is that a Mag Flashlight in your pants?” she asked. “Or are you just excited to see me?”

“Not that excited,” grinned Samson. “It’s not even hard yet.”

The three of them laughed knowingly.

“Your turn,” Lance told Amber before giving her a scorching kiss. Before she got too excited, he returned his attention to Nikki. Lance knew just how far to go and how quickly to advance to keep his companions on his erotic wavelength, his long tongue darting from one mouth to the other every few seconds. Finally, he leaned back a few inches and pulled out his mobile.

“Bring the car around back,” he told his chauffeur curtly. “We’ll be down in five.”

Lance then turned his attention back to his companions for the night. During the call, they just stood there with eyes closed and lips half-parted, waiting for his next kiss. Samson picked up right from where he left off, locking lips with Amber, then Nikki, then both. Brian saw their legs tremble as his hands slid inside their skirts. The three of them locked gazes, their eyes ablaze with wanton desire.

Suddenly, Lance’s cell phone vibrated in his front pocket. He pulled it out and read the text.

“Let’s take this to the hotel,” he told his companions for the evening without waiting for an answer. “The car is downstairs.”

The crowd mobbed the lusty trio as they drifted towards the exit. Samson needed almost twenty minutes to hug and kiss his fans goodbye. Finally, Amber and Nikki grabbed his wrists and dragged the playboy toward the front door. The girls walked with an exaggerated hip sway, their sumptuous asses jiggling visibly beneath their tight skirts. Henry lagged a few steps behind to admire the view.

“C’mon,” Samson told him. “You ain’t seen nothing yet. You’re going to tape everything tonight.”

 

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The stretch limo idled at the curb. Outside the bar, there were more paparazzi than when they left the MGM Grand. As the flashbulbs popped, Samson draped his arms over the bare shoulders of his companions and walked down the steps of the bar with his head held high. When the trio reached the foot of the stairs, they posed a bit for the cameras.

“These ladies are going to be famous,” Lance declared to the pool of photographers. “This is the future of adult entertainment.”

“Hey, Samson!” called out a random paparazzo. “Can you tell us anything about your sex tape with Kim Kardashian?”

“Which one?”

“The new one. It got leaked yesterday.”

“Overrated.”

Samson hustled his foxy companions into the back of the limo. Henry closed the door behind him as the vehicle pulled away from the curb. Lance squeezed in between Amber and Nikki on the back seat. Henry took the opposite seat and continued to shoot the frisky trio on his iPhone.

“Aw, babe,” lamented Samson. “I wish TMZ would let go of this Kim stuff. You sleep with a few Kardashians and the press hounds you for months.”

“Forget about Kim,” Amber reassured him. “She’s just famous for being famous.”

“I guess so,” he sighed. “But why am I any different?”

“Well, for one thing,” Nikki interjected. “You deserve to be famous.”

“How’s that?”

“I think you know,” giggled Amber as she unzipped his pants. With notable effort, Nikki fished his giant prick out of his briefs. The organ bore a striking resemblance to John Holmes’ penis, the iconic big dick of 70s porn. But Lance only had grown to half-mast so far. The length and girth of his “semi” equaled the maximum size of Holmes’ erection.

Amber and Nikki wasted no time. They buried their heads in his lap. “Fuck, yeah,” rumbled the playboy and threw back his head with anticipation. “I’m feeling better already.” Henry zoomed in the camera on his tool as their tongues stroked his shaft. Lance’s flesh python lurched upward, growing visibly thicker and longer in seconds. It pulsed with a power and potency that every man secretly longed to possess.

The limousine pulled into the parking garage of the hotel. “We’re here, ladies,” he announced. Though in the heat of a double blowjob, Samson still had noted their arrival. His companions reluctantly raised their heads off his lap and smoothed out their clothing. A couple photographers approached the door to the limo. Lance immediately clicked the locks shut

“Uh-oh!” he laughed while attempting to stuff his boner back inside his skintight leather pants. That was so not going to happen. Thinking on his feet, Lance yanked up his silk shirt and cinched his belt tight, pinning his massive tool against his abs. The garment concealed his shaft until it reached the upper rows of his abs. The top four buttons of his shirt had been left undone and his throbbing knob peeked out above the deep neckline. He quickly buttoned his shirt over the exposed portion of manmeat and opened the passenger door.

Ushered along by a security guard, Samson and his consorts made a beeline for the elevator. Henry followed a few steps behind to film them. The paparazzi only squeezed in a couple of shots before the elevator doors closed behind them. Amber and Nikki backed Samson into a corner and began to make out with him again. “Nice,” he whispered between kisses. “Just the three of us now.” Even though Henry stood a couple feet away, he had almost become invisible to them.

Finally, the doors opened up to his penthouse suite. Flanked by his playmates, Samson guided them inside with his palms planted on their butts. Immense floor-to-ceiling panes of glass lined the eastern side of his vast living room. From the 50th floor of the hotel, the entire Strip twinkled in all its incandescent glory. And beyond the phantasmagoria of light, one could see the dark desert that surrounded Las Vegas.

“Nice view,” noted Amber.

“I prefer this one,” Samson smiled while staring down at the bosomy valley of her scandalously low-cut décolletage.

“How about this view?” purred Nikki. She walked straight up to Samson, grabbed the lapels of his silk shirt, and tore them open. His boner immediately fell out. Lance had blown up to full-mast. The massive organ pointed forward straight as an arrow, solid and rigid as a lead pipe.

“God I missed that big hunk of meat,” laughed Amber as she stroked his pole in one hand.

“So did I!” declared Nikki before reaching down to jack him as well. Lance had grown big enough for two hands to pleasure his legendary fuckpiece at the same time.

“Just my cock? What about me?” Samson mock-complained. “You didn’t miss me?”

“Fuck, no!” the girls answered in unison.

“You’re too much of a player, Lance!” teased Amber. “I don’t know how Sandra puts up with you.”

Sandra? Henry had read somewhere that Lance had a girlfriend. She also produced and directed his videos. They must have been talking about her.

“C’mon, babe,” Samson reassured her. “Sandra’s down with this. Why do you think she asked me to tape us tonight?”

The plot thickened. Sandra was the woman he spoke to on the phone earlier. They obviously had a very unique relationship.

“Besides,” he explained. “She told me to show you both a good time tonight. A really good time.”

With that, he pulled them both into one of his signature three-way kisses. His hands crept up the backs of their identical dresses, found both zippers, and slowly tugged them down. Without missing a beat, Lance continued to make out with Amber and Nikki as he unzipped their outfits. His manner bespoke a suave master of seduction from whom nothing was forbidden. With a tug of the hand, the outfits tumbled off their shoulders and pooled at their stiletto heels. The women stepped out of their dresses. Neither wore a bra or panties. They were gorgeously naked except for their fishnet garters.

“Nice,” Samson noted with an approving smile as he ogled their eye-popping figures. Like most of the actresses in his videos, Nikki and Amber looked like supermodels with just one small difference. Their petite frames were blessed with completely natural DD-cup breasts. One rarely encountered such exotically built females in everyday life. They populated Russ Meyer films, adult websites, and Samson’s bedroom.

“Mind if I have a taste?” the ladykiller asked Nikki.

“I’d love that,” she told him.

“Watch this,” he told Henry. “But don’t try it at home.” Samson’s utterance startled Henry. His friend had barely spoken a word to him since they got to the club. The porn stud bent down on one knee, grasped the back of Nikki’s thighs, and plucked her off the ground. As Lance stood up, he lifted her hips way above his head and mounted her splayed thighs on his broad shoulders. Henry had seen this position in Samson’s videos. Instead of Lance going down on a chick, the chick was going up on Lance.

Now seated in position, Nikki grabbed the back of Samson’s head and smothered his face in her wet pussy. She threw her head back with a moan as Lance devoured the temptress. Meanwhile, Amber kneeled on the carpet to suck his big dick. She stroked the base with both hands and still couldn’t deep throat the rest of his monster. Nikki’s thighs began to twitch and tremble. “Ohmigod!” she squeaked. Henry couldn’t see exactly what he was doing to her but she clearly enjoyed herself up there.

“Ohmigod… Ohmigod… OH, MY FUCKING GOD!!!”

The buxom blonde tensed up. Her eyes squeezed shut. Henry zoomed in on her blissed out expression. The room grew silent, save for the schlucking sound of Amber’s raunchy blowjob. Finally, Nikki let out a loud, sharp gasp.

“Holy shit,” she muttered to herself. “I came already.”

Holy shit, indeed. Most guys only got to watch porn. Samson got to live it. The situation bordered on the unreal. Henry watched Nikki squirm in Lance’s grip as the bodybuilding playboy continued to perform freestanding cunnilingus on her. Amber grasped his butt with both hands and thrust her head forward, cramming another inch of cock down her throat. “Oh, fuck!” moaned Lance. His towering frame swayed a little, causing Nikki’s forehead to bump lightly against the chandelier that hung from the 14-foot ceiling.

“Careful!” laughed the blonde.

“Relax, babe,” he mumbled into her shaved crotch. “I know what I’m doing. You aren’t the first girl to admire the lighting fixtures in this suite.”

“Lance,” she chided. “Can’t we just have a threesome like normal people? This isn’t a porn shoot. Why do you have to show off?”

“Because I can,” he answered smugly. “And you love it.”

Lance resumed feeding on her pussy without further objections. Her hands grasped the back of his head in a white-knuckled death grip as Nikki humped his face. Henry zoomed the lens of his phone on her blissful expression. Her eyes blinked rapidly before she came again.

Henry slowly panned the camera downward, capturing the graceful contours of Nikki’s bare back and buttocks before lingering on the sculpted brawn of her lover’s Herculean torso. The sight was not an unfamiliar one. Unlike most heterosexual porn, Samson’s videos focused on the male body. The viewer got an eyeful of Lance’s ripped physique as the bodybuilding Adonis used his exceptional strength and stamina to pleasure an endless parade of porn babes.

In fact, Samson dominated the scenes much more than any of his female co-stars. Though Lance banged the biggest names in the business, the sexual superman had become the actual draw over the years. He acquired an immense female fan base, to say nothing of the gay community. To their disappointment, Lance never swung remotely in that direction but happily flaunted his exuberant masculinity for any visitor that paid the subscription fee to his website.

Still seated atop his mighty shoulders, Nikki’s double D’s gently heaved up and down from her panting. Her cheeks glowed with a pleasing flush as the foxy blonde came down from an orgasmic high of endorphins and oxytocin.

“You like that, babe?” he smirked.

“Maybe,” she answered flirtatiously.

“You wanna help your friend?” he chuckled under his breath.

“OK,” she told him without hesitation.

Before Henry could figure out what he meant by “help,” Samson lifted the blonde over his head, spun her entire body 180 degrees, then remounted her thighs on his shoulders so that she hung upside down off his shoulders. Nikki’s face dangled just a few inches above Amber’s bobbing head. The redhead looked up and met her nearby gaze.

“How’s it going up there?” giggled Amber after pulling her mouth off Lance’s pole.

“A little dizzy,” she answered in a sing-song voice. “Yo, Lance! I’m seeing stars!” Indeed, between her recent orgasm and the headrush of hanging upside down, the position might have been a bit too much for Nikki. Lance immediately set the porn starlet back on to her feet and proceeded to make out with her while Amber deepthroated his tool. Soon, Nikki dropped to her knees and joined in the slurpfest on his dick.

Lance’s massive pecs rumbled as a low growl of satisfaction sounded deep in his chest. His impeccably chiseled visage lit up with excitement. “FUCKIN’ A!!!” he boomed in a triumphant roar of passion. Without hesitation, Lance crouched to the floor and wound his massive arms around the waists of his female companions. He stood up once again, hoisting his companions right off the carpet with their legs dangling in the air. In a display of muscular prowess, the mighty Casanova slung both women over his shoulders, spun on his heel, and marched into a hallway.

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[sov1]

Henry quietly followed them with his astonished eye glued to the camera. The teenage horndog Henry once knew in high school had transformed into something almost superhuman. Lance had outgrown the status of a mere alpha male. He has become SAMSON! Though ‘Samson’ might have been a stage name, it suited him perfectly. He had become a male of mythological proportions and appetites.

Reaching the end of the hall, Lance kicked open a set of red double-doors that led into his cavernous boudoir. Henry recognized the room. It doubled as Samson’s set for porn shoots. A massive circular bed stood in the center, surrounded by high-end cameras and directional mics to capture every moan and every angle of his debauchery. Normally, a crew of technicians would operate the equipment but none could be obtained at short notice. That explained why Henry had been drafted to work as a cameraman.

With a mild grunt of exertion, Samson leaned down and let his women tumble off his shoulders onto the bed. They squealed and giggled in unison as their asses harmlessly bounced upon the mattress. Lance then climbed into the bed and his porn star groupies immediately glued themselves to his body. A group foreplay session quickly ensued. The busty vixens literally slobbered over the exquisite intricacy of his musclebound physique.

“I missed you so much,” murmured Nikki. “Why don’t you visit Vegas more often?”

“Babe, you know the drill,” he smirked.

“And it’s thirteen-and-a-half inches long,” Amber chimed in, finishing his signature one-liner about hookups.

“Why don’t you shut up and kiss me,” Lance told her. Amber responded by kissing him hard on the mouth. Hard. Nikki hovered just inches away from the tonguedown, awaiting her turn with Samson. He felt her hot breath on his cheek.

“Your turn,” he told Nikki before shoving his tongue into her mouth. Then he kissed Amber again. Then both at the same time. As the three of them swapped spit, his hands stealthily crept to their fannies and his fingers stroked their moist holes.

“I think someone is excited to see me,” he winked, breaking their kiss.

“Maybe,” Nikki flirted.

“You wanna tell me why?” he cooed, fishing for a compliment.

“Not really,” Amber told him. “I think you got ego issues, Lance.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he pouted.

“OK, OK,” Nikki relented. “We’ll say it but this is the last time.”

“Thanks, babe,” smiled Lance with genuine appreciation. “You know how I love to hear this.” He lay back with his hands tucked behind his head as if about to be regaled with a familiar bedtime story.

“Almost every guy wants to know if size matters,” Nikki began in a whisper. Henry could barely hear her. “Some know,” she continued. “But most wonder and fear they are inadequate.”

“Size matters,” whispered Amber in his other ear. “That’s the truth. And you are so fucking big.”

“It makes other dudes jealous, huh?” he asked. Samson didn’t look at Henry but he spoke loud enough for him to hear the question.

“Like duh,” Amber replied. “For sure, it’s a thing with guys. Because it matters so much. To ALL women.”

“Does it feel different to fuck a big dick?” he asked next.

“It’s totally different,” gushed Nikki, losing her initial hesitation. “Cos when I’m on top of you, I can ride you deep and hard and fast. You can’t do that with an average dick.”

“But with you,” Amber added. “I can let my mind wander...and toss my head back… and ride you long and hard.”

“Hmmm…,” Lance smiled devilishly. “How interesting.”

“Only you can do that for us,” Nikki confessed.

Us. That’s what made her comment so thrilling to Henry and probably to Lance as well. Having one size queen worship your wang was pretty hot. But two of them? It seemed more than any one man could dare to dream.

“Only I can do what?” Lance inquired with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. The question seemed almost presumptuous. What more did he need to know?

“Fuck me deep like that,” Amber admitted without a second thought.

“No one has ever done that for me,” chimed in Nikki.

“Because you never fucked a big dick before, babe,” the celebrity stud boasted in his panty-staining baritone. “There are men… And then there is Samson.”

With that, the ladykiller pulled the girls into his arms. He kissed Amber. He kissed Nikki. They rolled across the sheets in a threeway scrum. “Mine, all mine,” growled Samson as his hands eagerly roved their luscious bodies.

To Henry’s astonishment, the bolder Lance became, the more the groupies seemed to admire his braggadocio.

“I’m gonna bang you both into the ground just like I did on that shoot,” he murmured. “But, this time, Sandra won’t be here to say ‘cut.’”

“How come she’s not here?” Nikki winked. “We dig your wife.”

“Let me ask,” Lance told them and grabbed his phone off the bed. He tapped a couple buttons and switched on a large monitor that hung from the ceiling above the bed. It displayed the touchscreen from Lance’s smartphone for all to see. Lance pushed a couple more buttons and initiated a video call to someone named Sandra Kong, presumably his wife.

The ringback tone buzzed through the monitor speakers a few times before Sandra popped up on the screen. The poor image quality of the video call did not conceal her striking beauty. The Afro-Asian supermodel looked a bit like Nicky Minaj but taller and thinner. Most of her body fat seemed to have collected in her mammoth rack. Her capacious F-cup bra nearly overflowed with titflesh. That itself blew Henry’s mind but there was something even more astonishing about her. She had gone to high school with him.

Kong almost became valedictorian at Peoria Tech before mysteriously dropping out right before graduation. Sandra had been a loner but that did not disqualify her as a stone cold fox. Every guy agreed that the straight-A knockout had the biggest jugs in her senior class. However, not one of them ever asked her out on a date. They rightly suspected themselves to be out of her league. The teenage vixen exuded a confidence beyond her years. Rumor had it Kong exclusively dated college guys though she also kept a moist loophole open for Lance’s big dick.

If Samson had been chiseled from granite, his soulmate was carved from dark, warm mahogany. Sandra appeared both hard and soft, intimidating yet alluring, the ultimate embodiment of sex and power. She was tall as a man, possessing a strong, solid frame with long, sinuous limbs, clear lines of shadow tracing the contours of each toned muscle. And Henry knew that physique was not just for show. Back in high school, the fitness bombshell earned a black belt in Judo and once demonstrated her skill by kicking the shit out of a linebacker on the football team. However, if anyone could have tamed the tigress, it would have been Lance.

“How’s my dirty girl?” Samson greeted his wife, seemingly unabashed by the presence of two naked porn starlets in his bed.

“Hey, Nikki. Hey, Amber,” Sandra answered, ignoring Lance. “Thanks for stopping by on such short notice.” Her manner wasn’t unfriendly but she sounded all-business. Nonetheless, Henry detected a sensual lilt in her voice. Mesmerized by her beauty, he almost could forget she was the CEO of a $2 Billion media company.

“Listen, babe,” Lance told her. “Our girlfriends really miss you. How about you fuel up the jet and come to Vegas tonight?”

“Sorry, hon. I gotta work tonight. Besides you look busy enough over there.”

“Babe, you know what they say. ‘Foursomes are the new threesomes.’”

Sandra sketched a smile but didn’t budge.

“Just upload tonight’s footage by tomorrow. I need it to go live on Monday,” she replied nonchalantly. “Goodnight, ladies.”

“I love you, Sandra,” Lance gushed before she could hang up.

“I love your dick, Lance,” she quipped before ending the call.

ONE HOUR LATER

Lance, Nikki, and Amber had formed a daisy chain on the bed. They lay in an unbroken circle with their mouths buried in the genitalia of their adjacent partner. Henry slowly circumambulated the bed to capture the action.

Nikki hungrily lapped at Amber’s pussy. Her face glistened with her girlfriend’s juices. Some porn stars faked their bisexuality. Not Nikki. She carried out her carnal task with lewd enthusiasm, tirelessly tonguing Amber’s swollen clit. Meanwhile, Amber pleasured Samson’s erotic weaponry. He had a lot of manmeat to play with. The big bust model pumped the thick base of his pole with both fists while jamming the top portion into her mouth. It barely fit and she made wet, raunchy slurping sounds while deep throating him.

Though Henry had seen Lance’s erection in countless videos, it appeared even more impressive in the flesh. His tool was many times bigger and harder than any other stud in porn, let alone the chumps who watched it. Samson always played coy when tabloids inquired about his exact size but his female co-stars claimed the organ measured thirteen-and-a-half inches.

Exaggeration or no, the sight left Henry a bit giddy. It may have been some sort of primal response to a distinctly superior male organ. Or, perhaps, it was just the awkwardness of watching an acquaintance live out his sexual fantasies. Either way, Henry normally would have concealed his arousal but Samson had more or less forgotten about him anyway.

After his camera glided over the rest of the pornstar’s supersized physique, it held on Nikki’s ass as she ground her pussy against his face. Though known mostly for his huge schlong, Samson also gave incredible head due to the reptilian length of his tongue. The organ darted in and out of her sopping hole in a rapid blur before skillfully lick-slapping her swollen clit back and forth.

“Ohmigod!” she cried out in a wavering wail as her thighs tensed up and then began to spasm. Sensing her impending climax, Samson doubled down on her quinny. Nikki helplessly clawed at the sheets as a barrage of profanities poured from her mouth. Suddenly, her twat began to spray little bursts of pussy nectar in his face as she came.

Henry didn’t recall Nikki squirting in any of her videos but the cunnilingual virtuoso had taken her to a new stratosphere of pleasure tonight. Samson reveled in her outpour, loudly chowing down on her hot box with animal growls and grunts of satisfaction. He gargled her girlcum nastily before drooling it out again, letting the juices coat her open thighs and his smiling face.

Finally, Samson lifted his mouth from her crotch.

“You having a good time, babe?” he asked Nikki, with ironic understatement. He had just made her come 14 times in 40 minutes.

The pornstar groupie was still catching her breath but nodded feebly in the affirmative. Lance rolled Nikki over onto her back and swiftly positioned himself between her thighs. The room crackled with electrifying anticipation.

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[sov1]

Henry felt his heart begin to thump. Ever since high school, the rakish Adonis exercised a vague but powerful fascination over him. While other students envied Lance, Henry felt more awe than jealousy. He wanted to be around the playboy, if only for a ‘contact high,’ a foolish hope his seductive powers would somehow rub off on the wallflower.

“Hey, can you get me a condom?”

Henry didn’t realize at first Samson had said something to him.

“They are on top of the dresser,” Lance added.

“The dresser?” he stammered, still unsure what he was talking about.

“Yeah, can you get me one?,” Lance asked again.

“Get what?”

“The condoms,” Lance rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Did you smoke too much weed tonight?”

“Oh, sorry…” Henry apologized awkwardly. Before Samson could respond, Amber began to make out with him so he wasn’t in a big hurry for the condoms. Though the task sounded simple in theory, the bedroom was larger than Henry’s entire apartment. And it had no less than two chests of drawers along each wall.

Henry started with the dresser by the door. He did not see the condom bowl on top of it. That caused him to second-guess himself. Did Lance say ‘on the dresser’ or ‘in the dresser’? Samson now was enjoying a tonguedown with Amber and Nikki so he probably wouldn’t provide any further guidance. With no one watching, Henry opened a random drawer. It contained several dozen vibrators of various sizes. He opened another. This one had a neatly stacked pile of bras. Henry picked one up. The cups looked huge. The label confirmed their enormous size: “34F.” That’s when Henry realized he was holding Sandra’s bra.

He instantly shut the drawer. Henry already felt weird nosing through Lance’s stuff. But his wife’s underwear drawer was even more embarrassing. He proceeded to the next dresser. This one appeared to have guy stuff. The top was cluttered with cologne bottles, diamond watches, and a half-full magnum of Perrier-Jouet. He discreetly opened a drawer. It was empty, save for a couple Polaroids that showed Samson getting a blow job from a woman that appeared to be Miley Cyrus. Henry closed the drawer, a bit flustered by his discovery.

Continuing his search, Lance’s flunkey wandered the room until he spotted a massive Swarovski crystal bowl on the shelf of a half-open armoire. He dipped his hand into the bowl and pulled out a condom. However, it was not an ordinary rubber. The gold foil wrapper was almost as large as his palm! And instead of bearing a manufacturer logo, it featured a cartoon sketch of Lance in a bodybuilding pose. The flip side read: “Samson™ Brand XXXL Condom.”

Henry remembered the teen stud kept a big box of Magnum XL’s in his locker at high school but must have upgraded to custom-sized ones as an adult.

After grabbing a handful out of the bowl (so Lance wouldn’t ask for more), he headed back towards the bed. In the meantime, Nikki and Amber had started to give Samson a double blowjob. He lay on his back with his eyes scrunched shut in carnal bliss. Henry did not know what to do in a situation like this. Would it be polite to interrupt?

“Ummm…” Henry finally spoke up. “Is this what you wanted?”

Samson’s consorts ever so reluctantly pulled themselves away from his prick. That tipped him off that Henry had returned with condoms. He looked up his friend with a squint.

Henry dropped the pile of condoms on the edge of the bed and resumed filming the action on his iPhone. Thankfully, the device still had a 90% charge and tons of storage. He would have plenty to shoot tonight.

Samson crawled across the bed to retrieve one of his oversized condoms. Kneeling up, he tore open the wrapper and sheathed himself in one fluid motion. An instant later, the ladykiller turned toward his female company on the bed with a wicked grin.

“Spread your legs, Nikki,” he announced theatrically in his sensual baritone. “Samson wants you.”

The blonde knockout lay and spread for him. She threw her head back with a quiet moan. Her buxom chest heaved with anticipation. Henry zoomed in on her face. It bore an expression of urgent and absolute desire. “Fuck me with your big dick, Lance,” Nikki moaned softly, her lips barely moving. Never had a woman desired a man as badly she wanted Samson at that moment.

Despite the lure of a porn starlet in heat, Lance crawled toward her slowly, letting the tension build. The bed looked enormous, at least twenty feet across, so he could draw out the approach towards his lover. Suddenly, Samson pounced, moving on her with his agile tongue and skillful hands. In a flash, he assumed the missionary position between her thighs.

Henry noted his choice of sex position. Lance did not seem to be performing for the camera anymore. The position did not offer the viewer much to see. The playboy also seemed to slow down his game. He definitely would hit a home run but took the bases nice and easy. Finally, Samson drew back his hips, his muscular glutes flexing outward, and positioned the tip of his prick against her the moist seal of her labia. Ever so slowly, he pushed forward.

Henry heard a wet pop, followed by a female gasp.

“Miss me?” Lance whispered.

“Let’s just say I missed a part of you,” she flirted. “A big part.”

Lance pushed forward another inch. Nikki began to moan.

“Tell me what you feel,” he told her quietly.

“Your cock is sending waves through my body. It feels so good to have a fucking man like you.”

With that, her words trailed off in the onrush of an orgasm. Even though Lance had barely wedged him inside of her, she experienced a very loud and emotional crescendo. A look of awe flashed across her face before her eyeballs rolled into their sockets. Her limbs flailed in all directions as if he had electrocuted her with his prod.

“Oh, my God,” she panted. “I came already.”

Samson advanced no more than another inch than Nikki began to climax again. This one seemed even more intense. The blonde’s rapture-twisted face turned a deep shade of red as she spat profanities about her fondness for his big dick. Finally, her body grew still, save for the rise and fall of her chest as she took huge gulps of air.

This time Lance didn’t move. She needed to recover. A few seconds passed. Then a few more.

“Miss me?” he teased her.

“That was fucking amazing,” she whispered in a voice too quiet for the camera to record. “You know we can do this off camera next time. I just want to be with you.”

“So you’d like me to be your good-time guy, huh?” he teased.

“I’m not kidding,” she confessed. “I want you.”

Lance’s expression softened just a bit in a way that acknowledged her sincerity. He paused for a moment to put his thoughts together.

“I ain’t gonna lie, babe,” he began quietly. “Sandra is the love of my life but she sometimes wants to be alone with girls. And, when that happens, I have permission to be alone with girls too. So anytime I’m in Vegas, you know where to call.”

“What are you two whispering about?” interrupted Amber with a small giggle. She remained on the sidelines for a moment and then crawled up to the couple.

“Nikki is already setting up our next playdate,” Samson grinned.

“Am I invited?” flirted Amber.

“I think that could be arranged,” he winked, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. At the same time, he pushed his hips forward, feeding Nikki another inch of cock. The blonde temptress groaned and squirmed from the pleasure.

“I’m gonna come again!” she squeaked before her entire body froze up.

“Fuck, yeah!” boomed Samson. “Come on my big dick, girl!”

With almost half of his shaft still unsheathed, he made Nikki climax for the third time in as many minutes. Henry could not help but remark upon how orgasmic women became with Samson. While some of them looked positively bored with other male performers, the ladies went berserk when they fucked the celebrity cocksman.

After another few minutes, Nikki finally invaginated the whole slab of meat. Neither of them moved. They seemed to be savoring the moment.

“What do you think?” Lance murmured.

“I think I now know why Sandra married you,” she moaned with a giggle. “No guy ever went this deep.”

Slowly and steadily, Lance began to slide his rod in and out of her. He really took his time, not needing to exert much force because he already stretched out her cunt so wide and deep.

“Fuck, babe,” he murmurred to Nikki. “You’re so fucking tight. I don’t know how this could get any better.”

“Oh, I can make it better,” his playmate giggled. “Hey Amber! Get down here and lick Samson’s balls!”

“I love when you do that,” he whispered in Nikki’s ear.

“Ask Amber to lick your balls?” she joked, not sure what Lance meant.

“No, I love when you call me ‘Samson.’ A lot of girls just call me ‘Lance.’ I might have been born with that name but I prefer ‘Samson.’ It sounds badass.”

“Whatever you say, Samson,” she tittered.

“Babe,” he needlessly continued. “I’m serious. ‘Samson’ is strong… powerful… virile…”

“And well-hung?” Nikki added.

“Fuckin’ huge.”

“Muscular?”

“Oh, yeah. Check this out,” Lance smiled as he put her hand on his bicep and flexed his arm. The muscle swelled to the size of a grapefruit. Henry had never seen anything like him except in comic books. He remembered the teen had won bodybuilding tournaments in high school but his physique seemed even more imposing as an adult. Truth be told, it radiated a primal power that both intimidated and excited Henry.

Lance quietly moaned as her fingernail traced the bulging vein that ran down his boulder of a bicep. His narcissism was palpable but it did not come from a place of insecurity. Rather, he simply enjoyed being ‘Samson.’ The horny teen had succeeded in becoming the man he aspired to be, a suave stallion-hung playboy that held womankind in his thrall.

“No dude is gonna fuck with a guy like me,” he boasted with a sly grin, still flexing his massive arm. “Even if I bang his girlfriend.”

Lance wasn’t exaggerating. Every cheerleader at Peoria Tech kept him on speed dial in case she broke up with her boyfriend.

Further affirming his manhood, Nikki chose to come again at that moment. While they spoke, Lance began to fuck her in earnest. His massive tool made a loud squishing noise with each stroke, as he reamed out her cunt. Amber rose up from between his legs, leaned forward, and whispered something lewd into his ear.

Henry couldn’t hear what she said but it put a smile on Lance’s face. He turned to Amber and planted a scorching kiss on her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she rolled onto her back, and positioned her open legs just a tongue’s flick away from his lips.

Samson promptly buried his face in her crotch and greedily slurped at her gash. The porn stud pleasured her puss with his usual lust-crazed enthusiasm. Even after spending nearly an hour giving head to Nikki, Lance acted as if he hadn’t tasted a chick in years. His expert tonguework brought Amber to a quick climax. And then another.

Even more remarkably, Samson maintained a steady conjugal rhythm with Nikki while he ate out her girlfriend. His hips rose and fell with athletic precision, his glutes rippling and flexing from the exertion. Henry held on to that shot for a beat and then tilted downward to the point of their union where his breathtaking length plunged in and out of her hole. The organ was so thick that her pussy actually farted as it pushed out the air trapped inside her body.

Almost on cue, both girls began to come at the same time. While the porn starlets already had experienced a staggering number of climaxes tonight, Samson really struck their orgasmic jackpot this time. Their voices rose to a thundering chorus of cries and moans. The noise almost startled Henry. Girls always got loud in Samson’s videos but the recordings did not capture the deafening volume of these outbursts.

Henry struggled to film everything that unfolded. Limbs flailed. Pussies squirted. Mouths gaped open in absolute rapture. As his lovers lost control, Samson’s movements became more focused and precise. He seemed to know just how to sustain their crescendo with an agile flick of the tongue or a well-timed thrust of the cock.

Finally, the women collapsed under the weight of their own orgasms. The limp fuckdolls lay sprawled across the sheets. With a satisfied grunt, he pulled himself out of Nikki and rolled onto his back. His prick pointed up at the ceiling, the organ still twitching and pulsing with excitement. While his female co-stars may have been utterly fuck drunk, Samson already seemed eager for another round.

“C’mere, girls,” he smiled devilishly, curling the index fingers of both hands in a ‘come-hither’ gesture. Amber and Nikki crawled on top of him and buried their faces into the hollows between his head and shoulders. His hands roamed down the length of their backs until his palms rested upon the curve of their butts.

“Mine, all mine,” he murmured, giving their backsides an affectionate squeeze.

“You’re awfully greedy,” Amber mock-scolded him.

“I’m not greedy,” he quipped. “I’m just horny.”

“What’s the difference?” Nikki asked.

“Let me show you,” he said before embarking upon a passionate, tongue-darting kiss with the blonde. Amber finally leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder. Breaking his kiss with Nikki, the lusty rogue turned to the redhead and locked lips with her next. Unlike their previous make-out sessions, this one unfolded at a more insouciant pace. They weren’t performing for the cameras at all.

The footage Henry recorded normally would not get included in one of Samson’s official videos. Their snogging carried more of a sensual than a sexual vibe. But that did not make the display any less captivating for Henry. It afforded a backstage view of what it truly meant to be Samson. He was not a porn actor. In fact, no one appeared to act in his videos.

Instead, the celebrity stud enjoyed casual yet genuine relationships with his co-stars. Amber and Nikki partied with him, played video games in his bed, chatted on the phone with his wife, and spent evenings chilling in his jacuzzi. They also had mindblowing sex together but these moments were woven into the larger tapestry of their day-to-day lives.

As the snogfest continued, Lance remained hard as a rock. His throbbing erection stood tall and proud, jutting defiantly from his groin with urgent desire. To remind his groupies of its presence, he clenched his perineal muscles, causing the massive stalk of flesh to snap down and smack against his abs. Thwack! Contracting his mighty sphincter over and over again, his tool swung down like a billy club, striking his midsection with loud meaty thumps.

Hearing the sound, his women looked over at his crotch.

“You trying to tell us something, dude?” joked Amber.

Samson gleefully nodded as his cock slapped against his chiseled abdomen in a slow, torrid rhythm.

“So spit it out then,” Nikki told him. “What do you want?”

“I want you girls to do a 69 while I doggy Amber,” he answered nonchalantly.

“And you think you deserve that, huh?” Nikki flirted, not exactly saying ‘no.’

“Not really,” Lance told her, knowing full well that he could ask anything of these women and expect to get it.

Without further debate, the porn starlets rolled off of him to get into position. Amber got onto all fours. Nikki slid underneath her and began to lap at the redhead’s wet folds. Shuddering from the contact, Amber raised up her ass just a tad, offering a perfect view of her crimson rosebush to Lance’s hungry gaze.

“Fuckin’ A,” he murmurred. “I love when the carpet matches the drapes.”

Amber shot him a glance of token exasperation at his vulgarity before dipping her head between Nikki’s legs to eat out her shaven pussy. Henry zoomed in on the redhead lapping at the blonde’s clit, which poked eagerly out of its hood. The women grew more intense, raising and lowering their hips to the other’s lips, using their hands to push the other’s legs apart so they could plunge their tongues ever deeper.

Few sights dazzled the male imagination more than two ultra-buxom bi-babes munching away at each other’s cooches. Samson’s videos always featured at least a few minutes of this sort of girl-girl action. Henry particularly loved how their massive busts pancaked against each other’s torsos as the jezebels prepared themselves for their lover, offering him a lesbian sex show to fire up his loins before he joined them.

Samson sat in the lotus position, his eyes fixed on the lurid performance that unfolded a few feet away from him. A soft moan escaped his lips as he slowly stroked his erection with both hands. As the female bodies sensually squirmed together, his face lit up with a look of utter bliss. Henry had not seen this expression before. Lance did not share it with his audience. While one only could speculate what went through his mind at that moment, it seemed as if the porn stud grasped the full magnificence of his sex life for the first time.

No other man would ever experience the double fantasy of Nikki Sexx and Amber Chase, becoming the eye of their lesbian love storm. Nor would he be blessed with such an abundance of virility, able to satisfy two females at a clip, with many more waiting in the wings. Nor would he have a wife like Sandra Kong, buxom and bisexual, eager to share him with all her girlfriends.

There were many explanations for his improbable love life but the most obvious one measured 10+ inches. Samson had been gifted with the most famous wang on Earth. It had penetrated the sweet juicy confines of Kim Kardashian, Miley Cyrus, dozens of celebutantes, hundreds of supermodels, and thousands of porn actresses. And while this promiscuity might have ruined someone else’s reputation, it only seemed to burnish Samson’s ‘bad boy’ image, fueling even greater female interest in the big-dick-swinging rapscallion.

Henry’s camera drifted and then held on Samson’s ecstatic visage. Lance closed his eyes and took slow, deep breaths. “Holy fuck,” the playboy quietly moaned to himself. “I can’t fucking believe this is happening.” After Lance opened his eyes again, he suddenly noticed the camera lingering upon him. He cast an angry glare toward his voyeur. While the exhibitionist may have invited someone into his bedroom to document his sexual exploits, he evidently drew the line at masturbation.

Henry immediately panned back to the nearby girlplay. While Samson pumped his shaft off camera, Amber and Nikki ground against one another faster and faster, harder and harder, the steamy air filled with the indecent sounds of the frenzied slurping and deep grunting. Finally, their hips shook with release as they peaked, crying out each other’s names amidst a lexicon of profanities.

After waiting for their passion to fall down to a simmer, Samson crawled up behind Amber. His ‘stage face’ now bore the louche grin of his onstage persona, the swashbuckling master of seduction who excelled at threesomes. Still lying underneath Amber in a 69, Nikki lapped at her co-star’s pussy, spit-polishing the swollen lips until they glistened with her drool. She wanted her wet and ready for Lance.

Samson visibly shuddered with arousal at the lewd display. Though the porn stud now appeared on camera, his excitement was still authentic. Nikki smiled up at him as he planted his knees on either side of her head and began to line up his prick with Amber’s moist quinny.

“Let me do it,” Nikki told him, grasping his shaft in one hand and guiding him toward her co-star. “I’m going to give you the ‘Cock Star’ treatment.”

 

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Samson did not object to her intervention. He clearly enjoyed having his prick pampered like this. Amber’s body tensed up as Nikki plugged him into her girlfriend.

“Fuck her nice and slow, Samson,” commanded the blonde in a stage whisper, her fingers wrapped around his throbbing pole to control its inward advance. Amber shuddered as his huge knob popped inside her twat with an audible squelch, followed by many, many inches of shaft. With Nikki still gripping his fuck spear, Samson sank into Amber in tantalizing degrees, letting her body gradually absorb the shock of so much cock.

To keep the rogue entertained, Nikki hungrily licked the underside of his shaft as if it were a giant candy cane. A kneeling Samson swayed and shivered from the tongue-strokes. With his lovers entwined in a classic 69 position, they offered the double-wencher an intoxicating fusion of oral and vaginal sex, a sensory cocktail so potent that he had to draw long, deep breaths to steady his nerves.

“Oh, fuck!” Amber moaned into her co-star’s muff, voice quavering with the intimation of a climax. She clutched the back of Nikki’s thighs, nails digging into the supple flesh until they left crescent marks embedded in her soft skin. A moment later, Samson pulled all the way back before burying himself to the hilt. That did it. Amber shuddered for a few seconds and then seized up, howling her bliss in a raw-throated blare.

Her impressive climax only spurred Samson to give her an even bigger one. The raging manbeast sped up his thrusts until his tool pistoned in and out of her in a frenzied blur. He slamfucked her so hard that each stroke caused the massive circular bed to shake and wobble.

Though Amber clearly enjoyed every second of their steamy congress, there was an aggression and a savagery to the way he made love to her. Brian could not help but remark upon his friend’s intimidating physicality. Standing at 6’6” and tipping the scales with 295 pounds of solid muscle, Samson lived up to his biblical name. Even back in high school, Brian remembered him as immensely strong. The football players on the opposing team almost leaped out of the way when he charged down the field, mowing down everyone in his path and scoring one touchdown after another.

And then there was the time four or five members from the other team tried to jump him in the parking lot after the game. They had lost 21-3 to the Peoria Panthers but the star player had scored more than touchdowns against them. He acquired the habit of picking up cheerleaders from the rival school after a win for some post-game mischief.

Brian did not see what went down but the next time they played against that team, half their bench sat out the game due to unspecified injuries. Though badly outnumbered in the parking lot, Lance’s fists broke bones. No one in the league ever bothered him again, except for cheerleaders that wanted his phone number.

“Come on my big cock, babe!” roared Samson, his loins pounding Amber in a lust-crazed fury as his midnight mane of flowing tresses fanned through the air in long, dark waves. Brian faced him head on with his camera, capturing every detail of the muscle-bound Adonis, the way his sculpted pecs bounced and rippled each time he slammed into Amber, the crease of his abs from each labored breath, and look of devilish glee that glimmered in his eyes.

Circling the bed to shoot him from behind, Brian focused upon the powerful flex of his steel-cabled hamstrings and mighty quadriceps as his hips rose and fell. Zooming in for a close-up, he caught a clean view of Lance’s fuck club sliding in and out of Amber’s pussy, her labia clinging to the wrist-thick shaft with each withdrawal as if it were pulling her womanhood inside out like a flesh stocking.

"Oh my God," a girly girlish voice squealed. "It looks fucking huge from down here."

Tilting the camera downward a couple degrees, Brian let Nikki enter the frame. Still lying face down between Amber’s thighs, the blonde resumed lapping at Samson’s tool as it shuttled back and forth inside her upstairs neighbor. On a whim, he slowed down his pumping so Nikki could suck one of his balls into her mouth, then the other, before swabbing them both with her tongue.

“Aw, fuck,” moaned Samson, followed by a hearty growl of satisfaction as he savored the feeling of her wet, soft tongue on his balls

“Let me suck your cock,” Nikki whispered to him.

Without hesitation, he pulled out of Amber’s gushing wet pussy and offered his rockhard prick to her downstairs neighbor. Nikki reached up and grabbed it. She ran her tongue along its ostentatious length, licking away a thick coating of pussy nectar before stuffing the big bulb into her mouth.

“Holy shit!” he gasped loudly as the blonde throated his tool. Though some regarded her craft as sordid, the porn actress proved a highly skilled fellatrix. Few men could resist her oral attentions for long.

For an instant, Lance dropped his customary cool. His expression betrayed an urgent and overwhelming need to fire his load. Every muscle in his body froze up as if he were about to explode. A few seconds passed. Then a few more. But it never happened. Closing his eyes, Lance slowly inhaled a lungful of air through his nose, held his breath a few seconds, and exhaled it with a low hum.

Brian did not understand the purpose of the exercise at the time but Samson had learned a tantric breathing technique that allowed him to maintain control over his ejaculatory reflexes. He had banged a bevy of yoga instructors that taught him the practice. In that way, the master lover could withstand the wiles of even the most determined temptress.

Finally, Nikki disgorged his tool with a cry of bliss. Amber’s tongue had whipped up the blonde’s pussy into an orgasmic tizzy. Nikki humped her crotch against her co-star’s face as a deluge of obscenities poured out of her mouth.

With the porn starlet in the throes of another climax, Samson immediately ploughed his prick back into Amber. He must have used a different angle and hit her G-spot because the redhead began to squirt big time. A jet of girlcum sprayed out of her pussy, hitting Nikki on the cheek. The shock silenced the orgasming blonde for a second before she realised what was happening.

"God, yes!" she shouted. "Squirt on my fucking face, bitch!"

The women doubled down on their 69, pushing each other to come harder and harder. Brian’s jaw almost hit the floor. Just a couple feet away from him, two centerfold-quality knockouts had completely lost their minds in a delirium of bliss, their hips shuddering and pumping frantically, limbs writhing, and mouths agape. Nikki and Amber shared an explosive chemistry that could not be staged for the camera. It came from a place of genuine and uncontrollable desire. The girls wanted each other just as badly as Lance wanted them.

Like any red-blooded male, Samson loved watching this vision of lesbian lust but the lucky rogue actually got to participate in the action. He sped up his thrusts, pounding Amber at a reckless clip. The same look of uncontrollable excitement crossed his face but he did not attempt to hold it back this time.

“Aaaaaaahhhh, baby!” he hollered in the sort of showstopping shriek a rock star made before a guitar solo at a sold out concert. His eyes sparkled with the joy of imminent release.

The next couple seconds seemed to unfold in slow motion. Lance wrenched his throbbing tool out of Amber’s pussy and tore off his XXXL condom. Still kneeling behind Amber, he began to pump his massive boner with both fists.

“SAMSON IS COMING!!!” he thundered.