Chapter 41: Christmas Celebrations

DAVE

I had Cindy riding my cock like she was in a rush to get some place. She was, and it was called an orgasm. She’d already had several from me. The first was with fingers deftly attacking her squishy cunt. There were then some as my tongue plundered her sex. There’d been two more with my cock inside her, mostly because I wouldn’t leave her clitoris alone. I kept fingering her, even as I tried to aim inside her for her G-spot.

Cindy gasped, “Oh, I love you so much. This pussy just belongs to you like the rest of me. When you accepted me in your family, I became the happiest girl in the world.”

I leaned upwards and we kissed as she bent to meet my lips. We allowed our tongues to dual in mid-air. I fell back from the awkward position, but Cindy followed and fed her left breasts into my mouth so I could again suck the nipple to severe hardness.

Three cameras were focused on us: one on our upper bodies and what we said to each other; one getting the overall viewpoint, and one focused on our genitals – my cock going in and out of my lover’s pussy.

Behind the cameras, Ron Tensen watched us and how well we performed in Cindy’s first feature length porn video. Ever since Mel made her first video, Cindy had wanted to do something, but it took her a long-time to actually build up the courage to do so.

We’d even returned to a familiar plot, with Darlene’s make-up on the two of us to widen our age gap. I was the single father of children that ‘young’ Cindy babysat for. In the feature film, we fall in love, fuck a lot, and then Cindy starts to bring me her close friends to also fuck and fall in love with. Trish and Wendy would be making appearances, along with Mike and maybe Brent from Group 2 – our Sex Club spinoff.

Ron held up a handwritten sign, ‘Move to side fucking’.

I rolled on the wide sofa with Cindy so that she was in front of me on her side, her upper leg in the air, and my cock nicely and quite visibly nestled in her cunt as we fucked. In this position, she could turn her upper body and I could both suck on her breasts and kiss her. We did a lot of each. I didn’t think there was enough breast play or sucking on nipples in porn videos.

Cindy clutched my arms tight around her and had another orgasm, this one even gushing out some of her girl juices around my cock. We were getting covered in her cream and it was all delicious. I wiped some of it from my groin and licked my fingers. One camera caught that and I got a thumbs-up from the operator.

I was getting near and despite all that Bob had been teaching me about Tantric Sex techniques, I was about to lose it. I gave the signal that we’d rehearsed, and then I started cumming deep in Cindy’s pussy. The cameras were there, even capturing my pulsing ball sack.

We kissed some more, and then I slowly extracted from Cindy, but kept my cock nearby her gaping slit. Almost immediately, my cum started to ooze from inside my lover. Two cameras were close to her quim from different angles and perspectives.

We just stayed in position wondering what to do next.

Ron eventually yelled, “Cut. Cameras off. That’s it for today. Backup everything immediately please.”

Each camera operator had a dedicated computer that they used to back-up the memory on their camera. When that was done, those files were moved to the cloud, as a further back-up. The next morning, the files would be on Ron’s ‘mainframe’ pro computer ready for his editing squad to start their magic of actually building a movie from what had been captured on the set.

Even though we’d stopped, Cindy leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. She cleaned me, and then we kissed. That didn’t go unnoticed. Ron said, “Damn, I should have filmed that. Oh, well. Maybe next weekend.”

I thought back to the moments that brought me here to Ron’s studio. I’d been here before, several times. I’d even fucked Darlene and Shelly here as we watched my wife do some pornographic videos. They were the stylists and make-up crew, as well as some of the actresses that Ron regularly used.

Cindy was cute about getting to appear with her. We’d made love in our big bed. Mel was beside us. I was still panting from my time with Cindy. She and I were kissing. She said, “You’d do just about anything to keep me happy, right?”

I wasn’t even suspicious. I said, “Right.”

“Good, because I want you to co-star with me in a porn film. I’ve already talked to Ron about it.”

I groaned and said, “When?”

“Saturday and Sunday are for filming.”

Mel said, “I’ve got plans for the kids. You go do this.”

“I’ve already been in some videos.”

“We know, but for this you’ll have a pivotal role along with someone you love.”

“Okay.” I tried to sound excited. I was afraid that I’d piss off my new boss – Paul Prentiss; a billionaire who could buy-out other billionaires. Oh, well. In the name of love, I suppose.

MEL

Zing! Thanksgiving zipped by and suddenly we had a Christmas tree in our living room again. I thought we’d just taken it down. Beth and Scott led the family in embracing the Christmas spirit. Bedtime stories had to revolve around Santa, elves, reindeer, toys, and mystical candy canes. Dave was superb at making up long and involved stories for the kids at bedtime. Often, they had some kind of moral or ethical dilemma that then got solved by making the ‘right’ choice.

Dave’s office at Prentiss Enterprises consisted of five people by then, including Anne and Dan. The other three were data analysts, and two of them worked remotely at home most of the time. Dave wasn’t of the mind to hold such a small party.

The good news came from Prentiss Industries where Paul announced a companywide holiday party in the ballroom at the Ritz Carlton hotel. The party was the second Saturday in December.

I thought we’d miss our usual Sex Club orgy, but Sarah, Ken, Brad, and Dave’s parents all had other parties on the same evening. Our usual sex party got cancelled. I wanted to go to the big gala anyway.

I got a new dress, of course. It was a Christmas red with white fur trim just the way Santa had on his usual outfit. The skirt came to mid-thigh, and I do have good looking legs, especially if I wear CFM shoes. These were black patent leather shoes and they matched the wide belt that went with the dress.

The upper part of my dress was strapless with not too much fake white fur surrounding my decolletage. I had the boobs to justify the strapless part, and I could count on things staying place. My dress and my tits also made a great target for men’s eyeballs.

I got Dave a Christmassy tie. He wore a dark green sport coat and nice slacks with his tasseled loafers that I liked so much. He looked sexy.

Cindy, Trish, and Wendy got new dresses, but none as costume-like as mine. Dave had gotten Cindy and Trish dates with two of the analyst nerds on his staff. He thought they were in a near panic at the idea of being with a member of the opposite sex, let alone one of the ‘wives’ of the boss man. Wendy didn’t want a date, and said that she had to circulate all evening and make nice with some of donors to the foundation who would also be at the party.

The ballroom at the Ritz was about half-full when we arrived, and it was filling up fast. Paul had arranged for three open bars, so there were eager drinkers lined up. Many of the attendees had opted for Uber rides so they could drink freely.

We were standing getting acclimated to what was going on in the room when Paul and Margo Prentiss swept up in front of us with a flourish. Paul kissed me on the lips, and Margo had similar ideas about Dave. That was a surprise.

Margo took the lead. “We have missed you so much. One of our New Year’s resolutions is to see more of you two. Don’t be surprised when we start to court you.”

Paul looked relaxed and tan. He said, “I hope you don’t mind, but we put the table with you and your staff right next to ours. We’re hoping for some back-and-forth traffic, especially with you both.

“Thank you, sir,” Dave responded. I’m sure we could all hear the reverence in his tone.

Paul put a hand on his shoulder. “From now on you’d better call us Paul and Margo, or any other pet names for us, but Sir and Madam are definitely off limits. I’m a first name kind of guy and want my people around me that way. My office staff all call me Paul, too.”

I noted that there wasn’t just a piano player or a jazz combo playing music to entertain all the guests. In one corner of the room, there was an orchestra playing relatively low-volume socially polite music while everyone socialized.

Anne and Dan burst into our circle, and then realized that we’d been talking to another couple. We all welcomed them and I did introductions, emphasizing first names. When the two realized that we were with THE BIG BOSS AND HIS WIFE, I think they almost melted into the floor. Dave had put his arm around Anne and Dan had kissed my temple to say hello.

Paul was laughing, “I like that you do not have a standoffish relationship with your staff. That’s important to me. Come and let’s sit, I have a waitress at our table that can get us drinks without standing in all those lines. I’ll have to get more bars set up when we do this next year. We’ve grown so much, and I forget about those kinds of details.