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Back to Salome

Copyright© 2020 by Melanieatplay

Chapter 11

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 11 - A porn star quits the business to find love.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Interracial   White Male   White Female   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Oral Sex   Big Breasts  

I got on my knees between his open legs. His thigh was wet and shiny, and I leaned in, extended my tongue, and ran it through the puddle to collect some of my secretions. Are you watching me, baby? I looked up into his eyes, and we exchanged a little smile. “You ready for this?” I teased.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he said lustfully.

I reached up to his boxers, and he lifted up his bottom, and when I pulled them down around his ankles, his big cock slapped against his stomach. I had to admit it was really nice. I guessed it to be a little over seven inches with a nice big head and a thick shaft. Again, I had to resist the urge to take him inside me. Soon, but not yet, not here. When I leaned forward, his eyes got wide.

“Aren’t you going to use a condom like before?”

“I thought we could try without it, okay?”

His lips split into a big smile. “Okay.”

I put my hands on his thighs and took the head into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum. Slowly, I worked him into my mouth, a little at a time. I wasn’t in a rush, and I wanted him to really enjoy it. I worked him in deeper, ensuring my mouth stayed warm and wet. After a few seconds, my saliva was dripping down his shaft, and a little pool had collected on his balls. I moved one hand to his chest and gently rubbed it while relaxing the muscles in my throat. He slid a hand into my hair and lovingly stroked my long blonde locks. I loved hearing the little moans and pants that were coming from above me, and I knew he loved everything I was doing.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned.

I relaxed my throat one more time and took him all the way down to the root. I wanted to tease him a little again, so I moved my hands between my legs and slipped two fingers deep inside my pussy, getting them wet. I held them up to his lips, and he sucked them clean. Even though I was going slowly and trying to make it last for him, his breathing changed, and I knew he was getting close. I thought of stopping for a few moments to prolong the experience, but I didn’t. This was for his pleasure, so I let his cock slide up and wrapped my lips tightly around his head. His hips began gently thrusting.

“I’m there ... I’m there...” he warned, his hips bucking.

I kept my lips secured tightly around the head and let him use my mouth as he wanted. Strong shots of semen hit the top of my throat, and I held still while he kept gently thrusting until the hot bursts subsided. I held his cum in my mouth without swallowing, savoring the gooey mess. His cock began to soften, and I let it slip out of my mouth. I waited for several seconds, giving him time to recover, and our eyes met. I gave him a little smile and swallowed, ensuring that he’d see me do it, and then I made a little show of showing him my empty mouth.

“That ... that ... was just amazing,” he gushed.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said shyly.

Our eyes remained fixed on each other, and a serious expression broke over his face. “Can I ask you something, something personal?”

This sounded a little ominous, but I wasn’t going to say no. “Yes, you can.”

“I know you have to have a stage name to work here, but will you tell me your real name?”

Oh. Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. However, if we were going to do this and spend two days together, I suppose it was only right that he knew my real name. “My name is Jenna.”

“Jenna,” he repeated. “That’s much better than Madi.”

“I’m glad you like it, Derek,” I whispered.


“Where do you think you’re going, Jenna?”

My Mom had that tone in her voice that seemed to indicate I’d done something wrong. “I’m going over to my friend Candace’s house, remember? She’s going to show me one of the Dallas malls, and we’re going to have a sleepover–”

“I remember that. But do you remember that today is the anniversary of Grandpa’s passing? You’re going to church with us, we’re going to have lunch, and then we’re going to his gravesite.”

“Yes, but...” Shoot! I was going to go meet Derek! How can I get out of this? “Mom, I can’t. I made plans,” I whined.

“Shopping and hanging out with your friend is more important than being with your family on this special day?” she said sternly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She’s right. There’s no way to get out of this. She continued, “We’re going to mass, we’re going to lunch, and we’re seeing your grandfather; you can see Candace or whoever after that.”

Defeated, I texted Derek about the delay. He understood, telling me family must come first, and we’ll still have plenty of time to get to know each other.


“Grammy, I thought you didn’t like coming to church.” We sat in the pews before the service started. “You told me God scares you or something.”

She clasped my hand in hers. “He does scare me, child, but I came for you. Your mother told me about your job at...” she looked around furtively and continued in a whisper,”... that restaurant.” She gave me a very concerned look. “You know, you barely talk to me anymore. It’s like you’re consumed with your job and your new life. You know that I will love you whatever you do, but I want you to live a proper life and not get mixed up in all these worldly things. Your soul is important; you need to make sure you’re still serving God. Honey, I don’t think that job is right for you. A restaurant named for breasts? How is that serving God?”

Oh, wow, thank you for the guilt today! Just what I needed.

“Grammy, it’s just a restaurant, it’s just a job. Maybe I’m bringing God with me when I work.”

“I hope so, child. For your sake, I hope so.”


I wasn’t able to get away from my family until almost 3:00. It had felt good to be with them and make them happy, but I couldn’t help but think that I’d wasted more than half the day. Derek had texted me his address, and it was about a half-hour drive to University Park, one of the most exclusive suburbs in Dallas. It was also an interesting coincidence that he lived only a couple of miles from the SMU campus.

When I pulled up in front of his home, my jaw dropped. It was a massive brick structure in Earth tones of off-brown. There were two large trees in the yard with well-manicured grass and small green shrubs following the semi-circular driveway. I almost felt bad, messing up his aesthetic with my dumpy car as I parked it near the front door.

Because I’d told my mom I was visiting a girlfriend, I couldn’t dress too sexy. So I did my hair and makeup in a more casual, demure style and wore my new Boho twist peekaboo mint-green sundress. The short hem fell on my upper thighs, and the deep cut put just enough of my breasts on display to be sexy and playful without coming across as too slutty. The little frock tied in the back and left a large area exposed, so I couldn’t wear a bra; however, my breasts were firm and perky, so I didn’t really need one. To complete the outfit, I chose a little white-lace thong and my new four-inch Gennifer wedge sandals. I loved that the toe was open to show off the pedicure that I’d gotten a couple of days before.

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