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Roxy summoned an uber. She climbed into the passenger seat, leaving Moses and Jenna to sit in the back. Bollywood tunes played at a respectably low volume. Roxy did her best to maintain the shallow conversation most rideshare drivers expect, but after a few minutes, she found herself distracted by strange yet somewhat familiar noises coming from the back seat. She looked over her shoulder to see Jenna and what was apparently her new official squeeze sucking face. “Cut that shit out, you two,” she frowned, rubbing her stinging eye. “You’re gonna cost me my perfect five star rating.”
“Sorry,” pouted Jenna.
Roxy turned her attention back to the driver, complimenting him on his music of choice. She lied that it was her lifelong dream to visit India and that she loved the game of cricket. The driver was smitten. He would’ve given her six stars if he could.
Silently, Jenna reached across the back seat and placed her hand between Moses’s thighs. She tickled his balls with her fingernails for the rest of the journey.
As of tonight, Moses believed in miracles. It was a miracle he didn’t cum in his pants.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Gramps. After flashing their IDs, security let them in. Kane was already there, sipping on a beer. As he saw the door open and his buddy walked in with a pair of A-grade pornstars beside him, he knew that Moses had been telling the truth all along. The band he had a ticket to see tonight could go to hell.
“Hey, buddy,” said Moses, striding towards Kane’s table, “good to see you!”
Kane grinned. He stood up and gave his friend a warm bro-hug. “You too, dude.”
Moses performed the pleasantries. “Jenna, Roxy, this here’s my boy Kane.”
Of course, Kane already knew their names.
The blonde extended her hand. “Hi. I’m Jenna. I’m Moses’s… friend. It’s very nice to meet you.”
Kane accepted. “Nice to meet you too.” He turned the peak of his cap around to face backwards. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of loose baggy pants, and a pair of sneakers.
“And hi, I’m Roxy,” said the redhead.
“Hi,” said Kane. He noticed her eye was a little swollen. “Are you OK?” he asked, gesturing towards her face.
“Oh,” apologised Roxy. “I got something in my eye a little earlier. I’ll be alright.”
Kane knew exactly what — a splash of his buddy’s load. “Let’s get some drinks?” he suggested.
They sat down. Jenna and Moses sat together, and Roxy took a seat on Kane’s side of the table. A waitress came over and took their order. Moses ordered a beer, while the girls ordered vodka-based cocktails.
Kane was still finding it hard to process that he was sitting at a table with two hardcore pornstars. They’d coaxed so many loads out of him over recent months and years that this didn’t feel real. It felt like two slutty characters from his laptop had somehow jumped out of the screen and come to life.
He looked across at Moses. He’d never been more envious of another person in his entire life. Wasn’t envy one of the seven deadly sins?
Roxy noticed Kane looked a little bit Asian. She had a thing for Asian dudes, even though in her experience, she found they had smaller dicks. She put that aside; she thought he looked cute, and hoped he had a sense of humour.
Kane glanced over at the beautiful redhead sitting beside him. He tried not to stare at the galaxy of freckles adorning her cheeks and nose.
“Wait a second,” said Jenna, the Biblical penny finally dropping. “Did you say your name was Cain?” Their drinks arrived. An unexpectedly nervous Roxy put her straw in her mouth and sucked up a third of her vodka cocktail.
“Well, Mosey did, but yeah, I’m Kane.”
At first, he thought Jenna was double-checking with him to be polite. She sipped her drink. “The dude from the Bible that killed his bro Abel because God liked his crops better?”
Kane blinked in confusion. He looked at Moses. “I don’t have a brother.”
The girls swapped awkward glances across the table. He didn’t have a brother because he killed him. Right?
Roxy inhaled another third of her drink and rubbed her eye. It was still stinging a little. “I never understood why crops were so important given there were only like twelve people in the world back then. I get that your mom and dad fucked up with the snake and the apple and they got kicked out of God’s playground and had to fend for themselves, but like, surely nobody needed acreage.”
Kane was usually quick on his feet, but this comment left him completely nonplussed. He slugged his beer, looked across at Jenna, and tried to change the subject. “Anyway, Mosey tells me you two met up for coffee today.”
“Yeah,” Jenna nodded, “we did. He was a gentleman.”
Kane shook his head and pointed a dismissive thumb at his buddy. “Him? A gentleman?” He smiled. “You sure you got the right guy?”
“So what do you do for a living, Kane?” asked Roxy.
Kane pulled the straightest face he could muster. “I’m a stand-up comedian.”
“Bullshit,” challenged Moses. “You’re in sales.”
“It’s an honest job that pays the rent,” Kane admitted, “even though I hate it. I’d love to be a stand-up comic, though. I’m working on a routine that I wanna try out. There’s an open mic night coming up at the Improv, and I’m thinking about mecidiyeköy escort getting up on stage.”
“Are you funny?” inquired Roxy.
Kane didn’t think it was cool to answer that question. “Maybe ask him,” he said, pointing at Moses. He sipped his beer.
“He has his moments,” his buddy smiled.
“Tell us a joke, Kane.” Roxy bounced up and down in her seat, and he couldn’t help but glance down at her jiggling tits.
“I mean… it kinda doesn’t really work like that,” Kane pleaded. He usually felt confident with girls, but tonight, he didn’t know what to say or where to look. Probably because he’d never met a pornstar in real life before. He willed himself to make eye-contact with them, but despite his best efforts, his vision began to drift south. He gazed at their mouths as they spoke, thinking about how many dicks they’d sucked and how many loads they’d swallowed. His beer glass was empty. “More drinks?” He waved their waitress over.
Roxy sucked down the rest of her cocktail. “Yeah, more drinks.”
The waitress took their order, and in a flash, two more beers and two more cocktails were on the table.
“What’s your stand-up routine gonna be about?” asked Jenna, reaching for her drink.
“I can’t tell you that. At least not yet. It’s still… a work in progress.” Kane sipped his beer. This wasn’t going well.
“Moses said you’re in sales,” said Roxy. “What do you sell, Kane? Let me guess. You’re in agriculture, right?”
“I sell dreams,” he quipped, desperately trying to deflect attention away from himself. He cleared his throat. “What about you, Roxy? What do you do for a living?” Of course, he already knew the answer. He was just being civil. This was a typical introductory question that people in polite society asked of each other.
“Well, until recently,” she admitted, “I used to do porn.”
Kane pretended to be shocked to the core. “No way. I would’ve assumed you’d be doing something exciting, like maybe financial auditing.”
“Yeah, it’s true,” she sadly confirmed. “I did porn. So did Jenna.”
“But we both quit,” Jenna chimed in.
“Why?” asked Kane. “I mean, I’ve heard it’s a rough industry, but I wouldn’t really know. I don’t watch a lot of porn myself.”
What a liar. He could’ve identified Jenna’s shaved beaver out of a pussy lineup from ten yards away. Probably Roxy’s too.
“Oh, it can be rough from time to time,” said Jenna, “and I guess we’ve had our moments, but that’s all in the past now.”
“Why’d you quit?” asked Kane. “I heard there was a lot of money in porn.”
“There is,” replied Roxy. “For the time it takes, the cash is insane. Like, some chicks have full time jobs so they basically earn two incomes, because porn pays so well and takes up so little time. I remember one scene I did, I was on set for about four hours, and they paid me twenty.”
“Thousand?” clarified Kane. “Dollars?”
“Yeah. I mean, the fifteen dicks that gangbanged me that day totally destroyed me, and my ass was sore for a week, but when I got out of the shower and collected that check, it was totally worth it.”
Kane raised his eyebrows in surprise. Five thousand bucks an hour. That’s a shitload of cash in anyone’s language.
“And we used to strip, too,” Roxy said. “We used to get a lot of tips.”
Jenna pointed across the table at her roommate. “People used to put hundred dollar bills between her ass cheeks.”
Roxy nodded quietly, confirming the truth of Jenna’s recollection. She sipped her drink.
Kane gasped. He was boning up under the table. “So it must’ve been hard to quit, right? What happened? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking, that is?”
Roxy took a breath. “We found Jesus, we read the Bible, and we learned that some aspects of porn are sinful.”
Some aspects? Kane was no theologian, but he imagined organised Christianity would take an extremely dim view of porn in entirety, possibly dark to the point of complete blackout. He was intrigued. “Do you mean things like sex before marriage? I’m guessing that’s a problem, because there probably aren’t many male/female combos in porn who’re married.”
“Well, there’s that,” said Roxy. She sipped her drink, looking into Kane’s eyes.
“Did you ever have sex with other women while you were doing porn?” Kane inquired. He’d masturbated to many of Roxy’s girl-girl scenes. “Because I understand God doesn’t approve of same-sex stuff.”
About an hour ago, Jenna’s tongue was halfway up her digestive tract, and under the table, Roxy’s pussy tingled at the thought. “Well, yeah… there’s that… plus there’s some other stuff I don’t really want to go into right now, partially because, like, I don’t know you very well and I’d hate for you to… y’know, get the wrong impression.”
Kane laughed a little on the inside. He wasn’t sure how he could possibly get the wrong impression of her. “Give me an example?”
“We learned that anal sex is sinful,” stated Roxy.
“Yeah, but it’s not us telling you it’s sinful,” Jenna interjected, “but God. Says so in the Bible. Don’t ask me where, but it does. I should look the exact passage up some day. Anyway, so we stopped. We told out agents that we wanted to keep working, but we wanted ‘no anal’ beşiktaş escort clauses in our contracts. Let’s just say there was some resistance to that idea.”
“If you don’t do anal in 2024,” Roxy emphasised, “it’s hard to have an ongoing career in porn. Everybody wants butt stuff.”
“Sucks,” commiserated Kane. He looked across at Moses. “What do you make of this, dude?”
Moses shook his head in agreement. “Yeah. Agree. Sucks.” He could still taste spicy echoes of Jenna’s asshole on the tip of his tongue.
“Have you ever had anal sex before?” Roxy asked Kane. She sipped her potent drink. She was almost ready for another refresh.
Kane wasn’t sure how to reply. He’d had some limited experience, but not a lot. In porn, anal always looks so hot, but some of his own personal experiences had been disappointing, and in one specific case, messy. “Yeah,” he admitted.
Roxy placed a hand on his forearm. “That’s sinful behaviour, Kane,” she said quietly. “You shouldn’t. God frowns upon it.”
Her hand on his arm gave him goosebumps. He was fully erect now. “This is news to me,” he explained, glancing at her beautiful face. “I don’t remember any of the Ten Commandments saying ‘thou shalt not fuck butt’.”
“Like I said before,” Jenna said, “it’s in here somewhere.” She reached into her handbag, pulled out her copy of the text that travels everywhere with her, and raised it into the air.
Roxy leaned across the table. “Yeah, but we’ve both done it.”
(Moses and Kane locked eyes for a second, as if to say ‘no shit’.)
“But we’ve repented,” Jenna declared, “so it’s all OK now. But how do we educate people?”
“Wait a second,” Moses interjected. “If it’s all OK because you’ve repented, doesn’t that mean you could do it again, and then repent again, and so on?”
“It doesn’t work like that,” explained Jenna. “I’ll explain later.”
Moses hoped she’d explain while he had his face buried in her ass.
Roxy returned to Jenna’s question. “Well, first and foremost,” she replied, “we can set a good example through anal abstinence. And also through our educational videos on Youtube.” She turned to Kane. “Do you know about our channel?”
“We’re ‘Bitches Gone Bible’,” Jenna said, spreading the good word. “Look us up and subscribe.”
“OK, I get the message,” Kane concluded, “anal isn’t cool.” He struggled to reconcile this statement with knowing his buddy had his tongue halfway inside Jenna’s lower intestine earlier today.
Roxy drained the rest of her cocktail. “More drinks?”
Their waitress delivered two more beers for the boys, and two more cocktails for the girls.
Kane’s tummy started rumbling. “I’m getting a little hungry. What about everyone else?”
Jenna perused the laminated menu that’d been left on their table. “Yeah, I’m ready to eat too.”
They ordered some pizzas and some fries to share, and half an hour later, their waitress cleared their empty plates and leftovers away. She smiled sweetly at the two gentlemen, expecting they’d be the ones getting the check. She hoped to receive a healthy tip.
“So, Roxy,” asked Kane, feeling a little more confident with a few beers under his belt.
“Yeah?” She turned to face him, giving him her undivided attention.
“Can I ask you something more about anal sex?”
“Sure,” she smiled. In this moment, she felt sure she was doing God’s work, and that at some point, either in this life or the next, she’d be rewarded for it.
“I’ve always wondered… like, how did you first discover it? How did you know how much you liked it?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” replied Roxy. “When I was in high school, I used to fuck myself in the ass with the wooden handle of my hairbrush. I used to suck it first, imagining it was a cock, making sure I got it nice and wet. Then, I’d spit into the palm of my hand, rub it into my ass, and go to town.”
Under the table, Kane’s cock was viciously hard.
“And then I started letting the jocks on the football team pound my ass,” Roxy continued. “And then, of course, later on, me and Jenna got into stripping and then porn, but by the time I did my first double anal on screen, I’d already done it a few times in the locker room with the football squad.”
Kane gulped. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he admitted. “But… like… how did you know, even before the hairbrush… how much you liked it?”
Roxy felt a little nervous about disclosing how it all started for her. “This part’s a little bit gross. Are you sure?”
Jenna already knew what Roxy was going to describe. Both Kane and Moses were on tenterhooks.
“OK, so there was this one time, I got sick. Like, a really bad stomach bug. I guess it must’ve been from something I ate. At least, that’s what I remember the doctor told me when I puked all over his desk. He gave me some medication and I went home to rest. And, like, it really fucking hurt. I had stomach cramps, I couldn’t eat, and I couldn’t sleep properly, even though I felt exhausted all the time.” She sipped her cocktail. “Eventually, after a few days, the cramps passed, and I got my appetite back. I ate like I was making up for a week of barely eating anything at all.” She paused again, just for a second. “But there was another problem. etiler escort The food was going in one end, but not coming back out. If you catch my drift.”
Kane had a sense of where this might go. He couldn’t wait for her to continue. Delicately, he adjusted his pants.
Roxy ran her fingers through her red hair. “So, like, after a few days, I start to get worried. I mean, I felt healthy again in every respect, except for, like, I couldn’t poop. I’d go to the bathroom and try, but nothing would come out. I was backed up. I was too embarrassed to go back to the doctor, or the CVS, or even to tell my parents, but I was worried what might happen to me if it wouldn’t come out. So one day, I locked myself in the bathroom and did a little exploration. I put my finger in my butt, wondering if I could make it… y’know… come out with my finger.” She laughed to herself. “I know, right? So fucking stupid. As if. Anyway, I can’t really explain it, but something about putting my finger in my butt felt really good. So good, in fact, that for a second, I forgot all about how uncomfortable it felt to be so backed up. So I pushed my finger further and further in, and my suddenly my clit starts to tingle, and so now I have to masturbate.”
Kane’s eyes were wide.
“So imagine, here’s me, sitting on the toilet, with one hand reaching around my back with a finger up my ass, and my other hand tickling my beaver. I guess that was my first anal orgasm, but the second one came soon after. I don’t know how or why, maybe it was because I made myself cum with a finger in my butt, but suddenly, my poop began to move. And the log was, like, so fucking hard and thick, that as it started to come out, I thought it was gonna split me open. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt like the best thing in the world. My brain began to tingle all over, and as it started to snake out of me, I touched myself again, and I screamed. It felt, like, so fucking good. My poop splashed down into the bowl and I sprayed like a fucking firehose.”
Kane looked across the table at his buddy Moses. He’d probably masturbate to this story for the rest of his life. He’d never be able to thank his buddy enough for inviting him out tonight.
“So I guess that’s where it started,” Roxy concluded. She shrugged. “And then came the hairbrush, and the football team, and porn.”
“Oh my fucking god,” replied Kane. “That’s, like, the hottest story I’ve ever heard.”
Roxy leaned a little closer to him. “It’s pretty kinky, huh?”
Kane felt like a rabbit caught in bright headlights. His breathing was shallow. He stared into her blue eyes and got lost in her beautiful freckles.
“Did that get you hard?” asked Roxy, seductively biting a fingertip. Without waiting for a reply, she reached down under the surface of the table and lightly placed her hand in Kane’s crotch, fingering his erection through his pants. As she began to tease it, she felt him twitch.
Kane’s whole body flexed like a bolt of lightning had pierced it. He saw a flash of white light as he drenched his boxers with semen. “Fuck,” he seethed, and Jenna instantaneously knew what had happened.
Moses tried not to laugh, but he failed. “Thanks, bro,” Kane said sarcastically. In extreme embarrassment, he swatted Roxy’s hand away as he stood up and ran to the bathroom.
Jenna frowned. “What the fuck did you do that for, babe?”
Roxy appeared surprised. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I was just gonna tease him a little, that’s all. I didn’t expect him to cum in his pants.”
“He’ll be gone for a while, I reckon,” said Moses. He waved their waitress over and ordered more drinks for their party of three.
“Your friend gonna be OK?” asked the waitress, pointing her thumb towards the male bathroom. She didn’t know what had happened, but as she saw Kane scurrying away, her main concern was that he couldn’t hold his booze and was gonna spew.
“Yeah,” Moses replied. “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine.” The waitress walked back to the bar to fill their drinks order.
“So why do you think he’s gonna be gone for a while?” asked Jenna.
“OK, so let me sketch it out for you,” Moses began. “Assuming there’s nobody else in the bathroom with him, which is a big assumption, it’s going to be a huge task for him to wash the cum out of his pants and boxers, and then dry them so that he at least looks semi-presentable. But if there are people coming in and out, it’s going to be even more difficult, and probably very embarrassing too. He’s gonna need to take his pants off and wipe off most of his cum with some toilet paper, but that won’t get his pants clean. If he puts them back on, they’ll be sticky as fuck, so he’s gonna need to wash the crotch of his boxers and pants in the sink. Imagine how he’s gonna feel if someone walks into the bathroom while he’s doing this. I mean, he’ll be naked from the waist down. He’s gonna be standing at the sink with his dick out in the open, trying to direct the stream of water to the parts of his pants that’ve got cum on them, while keeping the rest of his pants as dry as he can. The least wet he gets them, the lesser surface area there is for him to get dry. So he needs to be targeted and accurate. And then, assuming he’s made it this far, how’s he gonna dry his pants? The only tool he’ll have is the hot air dispenser that people use to dry their hands after they’ve washed them. Have you ever put your hands under one of these things? They’re fucking useless. Sure, there’ll be paper towels, which are good for drying your hands, but paper towels aren’t gonna get fabric dry. So yeah, he’s gonna be in there for a while, I think.”
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