Lucky Man Ch. 19

"Nice to meet you," he said. "Duncan."

"Well, Duncan. I think Camille wants me to do another massage video," she said. "So, you get to lay there and be sexy while I do naughty things to you," she said.

"Couldn't ask for a better introduction to all of this," he said, smiling and unabashedly checking out the young woman.

Polly was attractive, for sure, but she was definitely an interesting girl. She had smallish breasts, but they were perky, and her nipples always seemed to be very erect. She had a spectacular ass, and she was definitely pretty. She had short brown hair, slightly curly and just past her ears. The left side of her head was completely shaved, and she had a few piercings in places that he hadn't expected.

"Well, that's sweet," she said, smiling. "I'll do my best to break you in softly," she said, smiling. They conversed a little more about what they both did in their real lives, and a few other things while Camille finished getting ready. At one point, Frank came over and had Duncan sign release forms and a few other pieces of paper and took the paper that he'd been required to get from the clinic after being tested recently.

"Okay," she said, "We all acquainted?"

Duncan smiled and nodded, looking at Polly and winking as she took his hand in hers.

"Okay," Camille said with a wide grin. "For this shoot, I think we're going to let you do what you do best, Polly. I figure we can break Duncan in easily and this should be a fun shoot for both."

"Sounds wonderful," Polly said, smiling and squeezing his hand.

"Duncan, you'll be laying on the massage table and Polly is just going to give you a rubdown to start with. There will be a little oil, but nothing else. After that, she'll have you turn over and start getting a little frisky. After that, it's up to you guys," Camille said. "Polly has been simulated only when it comes to intercourse, so if the scene feels good and natural, we might try some simulated sex if y'all are up to it."

"That's fine with me," Duncan said, smiling. "Whatever works."

Polly smiled, leading him over to the table by the hand. He smiled, feeling appreciated and desired all at the same time by the intriguing young woman. Camille came over and helped him out of the robe, revealing the snug cotton shorts that she'd given him to wear. He slid up on to the table and glanced over at Polly, seeing a smile of appreciation on her face as she glanced at his crotch.

The first part of the massage was super easy for Duncan. All he had to do was lay there and enjoy what was happening to him. Polly was definitely talented and had worked out all the stress of the week for him after about thirty minutes. She started with his feet and worked upward to his thighs, then went around to his left side and worked his arms and shoulders, and then moved to his right and repeated the process. Then, moving around to his head, she occasionally leaned forward and made a show of arching her back to get a hard to reach spot, running her breasts across his back or head.

After that, she went around and climbed up onto the table, still wearing her alluring little masseuse get-up. He felt her light weight on the back of his legs, and then her warm, oil-covered hands pressed into the small of his back on either side of his spine and slowly pushed upward. He groaned, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing. Finally, she slid off the table and had him turn over.

He did so, and quickly took the towel that Camille brought over.

"Lose the shorts," she said, winking at him.

Duncan chuckled, lifting his butt up to shuck the thin cotton garment, the towel strategically placed over him.

Polly smirked, snickering at him. "You know I'm gonna see it eventually, Mr. Mysterious," she said with a giggle.

He didn't answer but smiled upward as he closed his eyes. Polly moved around to his feet and began the dance again, rubbing his feet and legs up to his thighs, then around to his arms and chest, then up to his head. This time, she made a show of playfully rubbing her nipples across his face as an accident. Camille told him to do his best not to respond, that it was much kinkier to have the implication that she was a masseuse stepping past her boundaries.

Duncan did as he was asked, enjoying himself for awhile while Polly played. He was marginally erect, but that was enough to cause his cock to tent the towel up a bit. Polly smirked and went around to his waist, rubbing his thighs and slowly inching her hands up higher and higher.

Camille came over then and stopped the shoot, talking to Polly and then Duncan. "We're going to have some lines here," she decided. They spoke for another minute, working out the details of the fantasy.

"Okay," Duncan said, as Camille went back to taking pictures and Frank went back to filming.

He smirked, feeling silly about having to say the lines, but did as they'd decided.

"My wife said that you're very good at what you do," he said. "I'm pretty well relaxed."

"Thank you, sir," Polly answered. "That's high praise coming from the husband of my boss! I'm going to have to try and do a good job; she's definitely going to want to know how it went the next time she comes in."

He smiled. "Well, she might be a little scary sometimes, but she's pretty harmless. Don't be afraid of her."

Polly, playing her part, smiled nervously and nodded. She massaged him a little more, and then slowly began to move up his thighs.

"I definitely feel some tightness here," she said, moving upward.

"You do?" he asked. "I'm don't feel tight there, but I guess you're the expert."

She went about massaging him some more before finally sitting back and looking at him. "I think I'll be able to get to the tight spots better if you let me remove the towel."

He shook his head and looked down with a look of concern on his face. "I don't know... I'm not sure my wife would like that," he said.

Polly reached over and snatched it away before he could move to stop her, or so it appeared.

She smiled widely, reaching forward and wrapping her hand around his cock.

"Oh my God," she said, smiling at him. "You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen, sir."

Duncan laughed then, and they called a cut to the action. Polly smirked and looked down at him, shaking her head.

"That wasn't acting," she said. "I've never had my hands on a bigger dick."

Duncan shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I'm sure," he said, snickering.

She shrugged. "Believe it or not," she said. Her hand was still on his shaft, and she started stroking slowly.

Camille and Frank started filming and taking pictures again, and they picked up from where they left off. Polly said her line again, and Duncan didn't react, just like he was supposed to have done the first time.

She poured some oil into her hands and started slowly stroking his cock, which he was thoroughly enjoying. She really knew what she was doing and the pleasure she was giving him was incredible. He had to use all the tricks in his arsenal to control himself though, and after five minutes he was ready to blow.

Polly giggled, seeing his problem as she deliberately continued to stroke his shaft and look up at him playfully. "God you've got a gorgeous cock," she said.

He smiled, winking at her. "I'm glad you like it," he said, feeling like he couldn't think of anything else.

"I think you just need to release real quick and we'll get you back up to full speed," she told him, winking. Turning, she looked over at Camille. "Duncan's having a hard time keeping himself from cumming, so I'm going to get him off real quick."

Camille shot her a thumbs up and Polly turned and grinned, licking her lips. "I think I might like to just... suck this big guy," she said, looking down and studying his organ as she stroked.

Duncan raised an eyebrow. "I've only ever seen you do handjobs in all your photo shoots."

She grinned. "That's because my boyfriend said when I started this that I had to stick to the softer stuff with other guys. He's the only one that normally benefits from my blowjobs, but I'm having too much fun and this will never get anywhere if we have to keep stopping for your impending orgasm."

Duncan nodded and looked down. "Are you sure that's okay?" he asked

"With who, my boyfriend? Probably not," she said, laughing. "In fact, definitely not, but he's not here, is he? Plus it's my mouth, so shut up and enjoy it."

He shook his head. "I can handle not cumming," he said. "I'll just have to concentrate harder."

She sighed. "That just makes it look like you're trying to not have an orgasm," she said. "You need to be relaxed and look like you're enjoying my stroking without almost cumming every thirty seconds. Let me do this." She leaned over and opened her mouth, perching above his cock and looking up at him demurely. He smirked at her, shaking his head. She raised an eyebrow.

"Denying me?" she asked, squeezing the base of his cock.

He smiled widely and didn't answer.

"Tell me you want me to suck your cock," she said, squeezing his shaft as she stroked. "Now."

He chuckled and didn't respond.

She smirked and squeezed tighter, almost glaring at him. "Fucking ask me to suck your dick," she said.

Duncan didn't say anything for a few seconds, then grinned widely. "You aren't allowed to suck my dick," he said.

"Ohhh, fucker," she said, her hand sliding up and down his cock faster. She jerked him off for a few seconds before she playfully glared at him and lowered her face again. "Don't ever try to deny me a dick," she said, smirking at him. She was clearly dominant in the bedroom, he realized, and he groaned as he felt her lips slide down his shaft. Feeling her moaning in pleasure around his solid flesh, he groaned, then felt her push his cock against her throat again and again. She lowered her face to his cock again and again, impacting her throat but not going beyond.

"Fuck yeah," she said, smiling widely after popping his cock out of her mouth.

Duncan grunted in pleasure, feeling her lower her face to his cock again. She still didn't deepthroat him, though, and seemed intent on making him cum so that they could keep playing.

He felt her hand grip his balls, the other sliding in time with mouth as she began to gently massage. He grunted, feeling this young blowjob expert destroy him with her mouth.

"Jesus," he groaned, feeling his simmering orgasm ready to explode. "Going to cum," he warned.

She looked up at him and smirked, as if taunting him to go ahead. He thought she was going to let him spray everywhere as his orgasm got closer, and felt her finger gently prodding at his ass. He hadn't even felt it move from where it had been.

Her lips latched around the head of his cock as she watched him, smiling around the shaft. Grunting, he felt her sucking hard on his length, and then cried out as his orgasm hammered into him. He grunted in pleasure, his head spinning and vision going all hazy for a minute as the incredible young woman sucked his soul out through his dick. She groaned, sliding down his shaft and hungrily gasping in pleasure as she swallowed his load, immediately lowering her face and sliding her lips down his shaft again, slurping up the goo and other juices that were there.

Groaning, he reached down and cradled the short hair on the side of her head, as she looked up and smiled. A few seconds later, she swallowed again and slid her lips down a few times. Grinning, he collapsed back on to the table and looked down. Glancing over, he saw Camille and Frank still filming and taking pictures.

He looked down. "I think we screwed things up."

"Heck no," Camille said. "Keep going. She'll get you back in the game. We'll use this for behind the scenes stuff. People dig that too."

Duncan grunted in pleasure, feeling her still sliding the entirety of his cock in and out of her mouth and throat. She looked up, sliding his cock out of her mouth and smiling up at him, her face amazingly not a mess of cum and slime. She'd apparently been able to swallow it all down without messing up her makeup.

"Jesus you've got a nice cock," she moaned. "I think I might have to break another rule," she said, smiling.

She slid him out of her mouth, saying, "I better stop sucking your cock before I make you cum again, but there's just something about giving pleasure to a man with a dick this impressive."

Duncan smiled and shrugged, more than content to let her, but could see that his erection wasn't going anywhere. Camille came and handed Polly a towel, letting her clean up the mess and then getting set again to finish the handjob part of the scene.

After cumming, it was much easier for Duncan to relax and just enjoy what was being done to him. He figured next time he'd have Danielle just suck him off real quickly and be done with it. That might make it easier, although the current method wasn't really too bad either. He grinned and focused, looking down at her again.

"I'm sorry sir," Polly said at length. "I.. I just can't stand it."

He saw her slowly lower her face to kiss the tip of his cock, then lower her lips a little way over the head. She whimpered, putting on a show of trying to resist her baser urges, but then finally started sucking his cock with abandon. After several minutes, she glanced over at Camille to see if she had everything she needed and got a thumbs up in reply.

Smiling, she pulled Duncan up to a sitting position and continued to stroke, gingerly biting her lip. "I haven't fucked on camera before," she said, "but I just don't think I can let this cock get away. Will your wife mind?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Only if you're sure," he replied. He reached up and caressed her cheek, brushing a stray eyelash away.

She grinned, leaning forward to kiss him and lay him back on the table. They got positioned and she slid her legs over the top of him, kissing him intensely as she wriggled into the correct spot. Duncan grunted, feeling her pussy pushing at his cock-head and smiled, his hands sliding down to her womanly hips and gently pushing.

She whimpered, looking down at him as if she were a tender little puppy, scared and alone. He almost stopped, but could feel her driving her pussy downward, trying desperately to get his cock inside her. Finally, he slid in and could feel how incredibly wet she was. Normally, he waited for the girl to get adjusted to him, but Polly just started working on him. She slammed down on him from the beginning, and didn't let up, even a little.

He smiled, sensing how much fun she was having. She came only once, but it was incredibly hard. Her pussy convulsed down on him, contracting a little painfully as her eyes rolled back for a few seconds and she slammed her hips backward into him with her palms planted on his chest.

She grunted in pleasure and collapsed down on top of him. Duncan smiled, gently kissing her head and brushing the hair from her face. He smiled, winking at her as she opened her eyes to look at him.

Blushing, she shook her head and closed her eyes again, apparently just enjoying the feeling of being there, him inside her.

Finally, she slid off him and to the floor, smiling as she briefly planted a single kiss on top of his cock. "Jesus Christ! I haven't had an orgasm in a very long time," she said, giggling.

Duncan looked at her, surprised. "Seriously?" he asked.

She nodded. "I'm very hard to pleasure," she said. "My boyfriend, even though I love him and he tries hard, just can't."

Duncan, temporarily shocked, shook his head as he digested that piece of info. "Well that just can't stand," he said, smiling. Sliding from the table, he took her hand and walked over to the bed that was sitting nearby. She looked at him curiously, wondering what he had in mind. Spitting in his hand, he rubbed it over the tip of his cock and turned her onto her back on the bed. She looked up at him, surprise on her face.

"Oh, Duncan," she said. "I'm glad you want to try, but it's probably not worth the effort."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's definitely worth the effort."

She whimpered in anticipation, spreading her legs quickly and looking down as he slid the tip of his shaft against her womanhood. She groaned, reaching for him and pulling him down, driving the tip of his cock deep into her and causing her to groan and fall backward. He chuckled, slowly sliding his cock in to the hilt before sliding it back out. Whimpering, she nodded at him that she was ready, but he continued to slowly and inexorably grinding his cock in and out of her.

"God, I'm begging you," she said. "Fuck me harder, please."

Duncan still didn't budge, slowly sawing his cock in and out as she plead with him, clutching and grasping at him.

Finally, he slid completely in again and then smiled. Retracting, he quickly picked up his rhythm and started to hammer down into her, his hands pulling her hips upward as he did so. She whimpered, her head lolling back as he fucked her, his cock disappearing up to the hilt inside of her.

"God," she groaned. "There's just no way," she muttered. "Fuck," she said again, grimacing.

Duncan didn't relent, and the room was filled with the sounds of slapping bodies and whimpers of pleasure. He grunted again, feeling how incredible this woman felt on his shaft, determined to give her another orgasm.

Groaning, she looked up at him then, her eyes almost in a panic as he felt her pussy begin to throb and contract down on him, causing him to grimace in pain as it did so. She whispered a quick apology, but then fell backward, her orgasm slamming into her and causing her to go limp. Duncan finally slowed and then stopped, moving around to cradle her as he would have a child. She clutched at him desperately, still apparently caught in the midst of her super-powerful orgasm.

Finally, she was able to form a coherent sentence and thanked him, kissing him as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Perfect," she said. "I'll work with him anytime you need me to, Camille," she said. She pulled him down again, kissing him again and again. "You are incredible," she said.

He didn't reply, just enjoyed the praise and continued to affectionately caress and kiss her.

"You want me to suck you off again?" she asked.

Duncan smiled and shook his head. "We'll just have to wait until next time," he said. "I've got another shoot to do tonight."

Polly sighed, frowning playfully. She stayed there cuddled with him for a few more minutes before finally admitting that she had to get going.

She smiled and wrote her number down on a piece of paper, sliding it to him as he emerged from the bathroom. He took it and put it immediately into his wallet, pulling her close to him and kissing her.

"You were an amazing time," he said, enjoying all of her whimpers of pleasure at seemingly anything he did to her. He pulled her waist tightly to him and kissed her again, caressing her face and smiling.

"Fuck," she said, her hand sliding down to stroke his still erect cock. "If I don't leave now, I'm not going to," she said. She sighed, but then caused him to chuckle when she tried to slide to her knees. She succeeded and getting her lips around his shaft again before he pulled her up.

"Your boyfriend is waiting," he said.

She pouted and leaned into him. "I'll break up with him and you can keep me in a drawer to take out and fuck however you want."

He laughed and smirked at her as she slid from his grasp. A second later, she came back and kissed him again.

Finally, she turned and walked toward the door, only stopping to turn back and look at him again. "Fuck," she complained, then turned and left. He didn't actually think she was that enamored with him and assumed that it was just part of the orgasm aftereffects.

Duncan swung his arms and clapped his hands one time. "Well shit, that was fun," he said, grinning. Camille smiled and came over.