Dirk Longsabre Chapters 1 and 2

Dirk Longsabre by GeorgeTasker

CHAPTER ONE

Dirk Longsabre’s brow furrowed in frustration and he rubbed two fingers restlessly over the manly dimple on his strong chin. It had been a terribly boring and frustrating five hours work today, he just hadn’t felt like even turning up today. The fact he’d been asked to turn up at 5am hadn’t helped matters either, Dirk much preferred the more gentlemanly hours, usually not seeing the sunlight until well after noon.

“I think you’re ready now Mr Longsabre,” announced a pretty young girl as she lifted her head up from his lap, wiping her chin.

“Thank you Annie,” Dirk replied with a charming smile as the fluff girl gave the head of his fully erect 10-inch cock a last tender kiss. Dirk always liked receiving head from fluffers, who were always so obliging and diligent. Real pornstars tended to think they were above cocksucking and never put their heart into it, unlike girls like Annie.

“You’ve got such a nice cock Mr Longsabre,” Annie added with a slight blush, her mouth watering at the memory of his manhood.

“And you’ve got a nice mouth,” Dirk winked at her and then stood up, making his way towards the film set, his enormous member, still glistening with the fluffer’s saliva, bobbing in front of him, almost as if it was leading the way. Waiting on the set was Dirk’s co-star Titanic Tabitha, laying spread eagled on a table. Fortunately she was named for her colossal chest, not due to any plumpness. Tabitha was actually quite slim, but her massive H cup mammaries had earned her the stage name Titanic. She also went down well, which Dirk suspected had something to do with the name as well.

“Action!” shouted the director as he saw the movie’s star approaching.

As Dirk reached the edge of the table where Tabitha lay and he took hold of her slim ankles, lifting her legs up onto his shoulders he heard her suck in a deep breath of anticipation.

“Are you ready for me wench?” he asked his busty co-star, lining his colossal dong up with her wet and ready pussy (she’d received some fluffing action of her own).

“Oh God yes Dirk!” Tabitha moaned. “Put it in me quickly!” she gasped, begging for his cock as if her life depending on it.

Dirk shot Tabitha one of his trademark winks and then tightened his grip on her ankles. With a skillful thrust he shoved his thick cock deep into the porn actress’s cunt causing her to gasp in pleasure. The cameraman zoomed in on the penetration as Dirk’s slim hips started to pump, his big cock smoothly thrusting back and forth into Tabitha’s clutching vagina.

“Oh Dirk!” groaned Tabitha, writhing on the table. “Fuck me Dirk, Fuck me!”

The room was filled with the sound of slapping flesh as Dirk pounded his buxom co-star. The endowed actor started to join Tabitha’s groans with a few of his own as the action started to build up towards the impending messy climax. Unable to help himself, Dirk’s hands dropped down from Tabitha’s legs and reached out towards her chest, where her immense tits were jiggling and shaking with each powerful thrust of Dirk’s hips. The well hung pornstar’s hands closed over Tabitha’s abundant H cups, his fingers sinking deep into the fleshy orbs and he started to knead and maul them in time with the surging movements of his cock inside her pussy. Dirk’s big hands failed to cover even half of Tabitha’s monstrous melons, but that didn’t stop him from eagerly doing his best to explore their entire circumference.

Not missing a beat with his pistoning hips, Dirk’s fingers seized Tabitha’s nipples, squeezing and twisting on them before lifting her huge hooters up by the nipples and shaking them across her chest, causing an impressive display of quivering, joggling flesh.

“That’s great Dirk!” called out the director. “I want to see the money-shot now!”

Perfectly on queue Dirk immediately withdrew from Tabitha’s cunt and took hold of his big cock. Keeping it aimed between the buxom pornstar’s creamy thighs he gave the thick rod a few rapid pumps in his fist before letting out a deep groan. Dirk’s cock twitched visibly in his hand and then a thick rope of sticky white cum burst from the end. His cum rocketed up across Tabitha’s prone body, splashing with textbook precision directly between her up-thrust breasts and splattering her cleavage in semen.

The big porn actor sagged at the knees slightly and gave another grunt of pleasure as a second stream of his seed burst out of his convulsing manhood. This time the blast went even further, splattering directly onto Tabitha’s face. The busty actress gasped in surprise as her sexy face was suddenly on the receiving end of a facial.

“Oh Dirk!” she gasped as another heavy rope of cum hit her face. Dirk’s fourth spurt hit her stomach as his orgasm began to subside. The actor closed his eyes and leant forward to rest against Tabitha’s inner thighs as he wrung the last of his plentiful sperm out onto his co-star’s flat stomach.

“And cut! Perfect Dirk! That’s a wrap!” announced the director as the cameraman, soundman and fluff girl began a spontaneous applause at the actor’s impressive performance.

“Wow,” breathed Titanic Tabitha as Dirk stepped back from her, his prestigious manhood dangling between his well-muscled thighs as it began to gradually soften in its post-orgasmic state.

“Nice job,” Dirk said to his co-star as he reached for a towel to clean himself up with. Before he could lift the towel however a soft hand closed over his, stopping him.

“Please,” Annie the fluff girl interrupted, stepping between Dirk and the towel, “allow me.”

Dirk smiled and nodded his head in deference as the young woman dropped to her knees, running her silky palms down the outside of his thighs. Once she was at eye-level with his big cock, a single droplet of cum still leaking from the tip of the sticky organ, she ran her gentle hands back up the inside of Dirk’s thighs. One hand lifted Dirk’s long organ up towards her as her other softly cupped his swollen balls.

Annie gave a low moan of yearning as she leant in and licked the drop of cum from the slit at the head of Dirk’s talented cock, her other hand beginning a soothing massage of his spent testicles. Annie slid her tongue slowly along the top of Dirk’s sensitive cock, causing the pornstar to groan at her teasing. She then captured the head of his penis between her lips and slipped the sticky organ into her warm, wet mouth, bathing him in a restful warm.

The fluff girl held him there for a few moments, just letting her mouth fill with warm saliva and sending heat bathing through Dirk’s genitals, right to his balls. She then started to slowly move her full lips up and down his cock, even as it started to soften in her mouth. She tenderly worked his cock for a full five minutes, until she was completely satisfied that it was clean and she finally released it.

Annie gave his cock a final kiss goodbye and then sat back on her heels, a wicked grin on her face. “There you go Mr Longsabre, squeaky clean.”

“Thanks again Annie,” Dirk replied, patting her on the head. He then reached for his robe, wrapping around him as he headed for the showers.

“Um, excuse me Mr Longsabre,” said a tentative voice just before Dirk reached his dressing room door.

Dirk turned around to see one of the director’s assistants, Dean, a timid young man that pretty much ran errands for everyone on the cast and crew.

“Oh, hello Dean, what’s up?”

“Um, there’s a lady here to see you,” Dean nervously replied, gesturing over to the other side of the room, past where the camera crew was set up.

“Ah, must be a fan,” said Dirk as he saw a remarkably attractive blonde woman waiting for him. She was dressed in a pair of tight fitting white jeans and a pink blouse that from this distance looking quite clingy and low-cut. The way her bosom swelled out underneath her blouse told Dirk she was just the kind of fan he liked best.

Dirk thanked Dean and then headed across the room to meet his female admirer, still dressed in his robe with nothing beneath. As Dirk approached the woman he saw she was indeed beautiful, breathtaking actually. She would probably have made a fortune if she were in the business. Her long blonde hair streamed down past her shoulders, framing her angelic features with a halo of golden locks. As he had already noted, the clothing she wore was sleek and tight fitting, her long legs and expansive chest very nicely displayed in the snug jeans and the plunging neckline of her blouse.

“Good afternoon my dear,” Dirk greeted her with a trademark wink. “I’m Dirk Longsabre, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” A pleasure indeed! He thought to himself as he stroked the dimple on his chin and eyed up the woman’s bustline. Her tits were not as large as Titantic Tabitha’s H cups, but those were beyond ridiculous. She was probably more a D or Double D, ample and perky. Aching to be squeezed.

“My name’s Gretchen, thank you for seeing me, it’s of the utmost importance!” she said earnestly, almost as if her life depended on it.

“Ahh, a true fan,” Dirk said with a pleased smile when he heard the seriousness in her voice. He always liked to meet people that appreciated the work he did. His films weren’t exactly fine art, but he liked to think they were a cut above your standard girl-meets-pizza-boy skin flick.

Gretchen frowned as if his reply confused her. “A fan? No, I need to ask you some questions, this is a very critical situation.”

“Ask away,” Dirk said, his smile growing. “Oh, and before you ask, yes it’s real, all ten inches, 100% natural prime man-meat.”

“What?” the woman seemed even more confused, she shook her head as if trying to clear her thoughts. “Have you encountered anything strange lately? Anything out of the ordinary?” she asked, getting herself back on track.

What was she talking about? Dirk silently thought, she was a blonde though, so perhaps he should cut her a little slack. “No, nothing like that. And yes, I can last indefinitely. Perfect stamina, no camera tricks,” he added proudly. That was always what the female fans wanted to know, especially the pretty ones like Gretchen here.

“Nothing at all?” Gretchen insisted, pressing this strange line of questioning.

“I suppose you would like an autograph now?” he replied, ignoring her question.

“What?” the busty blonde stammered.

“Have you got any paper, I’ve got a pen,” he told her, pulling out a black marker from the pocket of his robe. He always kept one on him, you never knew when a fan would want an autograph. One lovely young fan had even approached him once when he was stopped in his car at a red light.

“Paper, no I don’t want - - ” she began.

“Ahh!” Dirk cut in abruptly, pointing a finger at her accusingly and grinning widely. “I know what you want,” he said, taking the lid off the marker.

“You do?” Gretchen asked, her voice showing some relief.

“Open up your blouse then,” he urged her.

“Huh?” Gretchen’s confused frown returned. “How will that - - ”

“Quick, quick,” Dirk hurried her. “I’ve got to hit the showers.”

“Okay,” the blonde replied uncertainly as she unbuttoned her pink blouse.

Dirk couldn’t help but gasp in appreciation as the young woman pulled her blouse open, revealing her mouth-watering tits encased in an ultra-sexy white lace bra. The lingerie seeming to barely cover past her nipples, displaying an ample portion of the swelling tops of her large, round breasts and pushing up the sizeable melons so that they jutting out invitingly, seeming to defy gravity.

Dirk licked his lips and then reached out with his left hand, seizing one of Gretchen’s heavy orbs in his palm. The right hand, still holding the marker pen, moved in and he began to sign his name across the extensive flesh of her breasts that was left bare above the cups of her bra. Gretchen gasped in surprise as Dirk wrote, his left hand taking the opportunity to give the wonderfully firm orb of her right breast a distinct squeeze. Dirk Longsabre, in black ink, now stretched across the beautiful blonde’s upper chest and cleavage.

“There we go my dear,” Dirk said gallantly. He gave her right boob one more squeeze and then released her, putting the lid back onto the marker before placing it back into his robe pocket. He then gave the stunned blonde a kiss on the cheek and headed back to his dressing room, leaving her standing their speechless.

“She’s star-stuck, poor dear,” Dirk whispered to Dean with a wink before disappearing out the door.

**

Dirk Longsabre gave a loud yawn as he pushed open the studio door and stepped out into the deserted car park. It had been a long day on the set and he was glad to be finally done. He planned to stop by his favorite local bar on the way home for a beer and then call it a night.

Dirk made his way over to where his car was parked and unlocked the driver’s door. Aside from his penis, the car was his pride and joy. It was a flawlessly painted black ‘66 Mustang with a rather tacky red flame painted over the front end and a considerably enhanced V8 engine that had a very healthy sounding roar when Dirk planted his foot. The vanity plates on it read ‘DIRK’.

He was about to get into his car when he heard a sound from behind him. Turning he was surprised to see a woman standing in front of a car, he was sure the car park had been empty, but how could he have missed her?

The second thing he noticed was the car she was standing in front of. It was a brand new Ferrari, blood red with black mags. The first thing he noticed was the woman herself. She was a goddess, drop-dead gorgeous. The stunning, raven-haired beauty was dressed in an ultra-revealing, slinky black cocktail dress, low cut to display plenty of her generous cleavage from between swelling breasts and slit up one thigh, almost to her hip, displaying an impossibly long leg in black stocking topped by a very sexy garter strap with a hint of her creamy bare thigh above.

You would think that by making a living fucking beautiful women all day Dirk would have little interest in women and sex afterwards. In fact the opposite was true, Dirk’s sexy profession merely stoked his lusts. He was a walking hormone, always after any pretty woman and well-curved chest that passed his way. The unexpected sight of the beautiful woman caused Dirk to pause, his mouth literally dropping open in surprise.

The woman shot Dirk one of the most sexy come-hither smirks he’d even been on the receiving end of. Then her dark pink tongue slipped out between her full lips and ever so slowly moved across her upper lip in the most teasing manner possible. Dirk’s cock lurched inside his pants at the sight of the woman’s tongue slowly licking across her lips. He couldn’t help but imagine what that tongue and those lips would feel like on his dick. Dirk let out a small whimper, he’d never felt so horny before in his entire life, he had to have this woman!

As if reading his thoughts the sexy woman in the black dress spoke. “If you can catch me - - ” she began, her voice a husky purr that made Dirk weak at the knees, “you can have me.” With that she turned and stepped down into the driver’s seat of the Ferrari, the slit up the side of her dress falling open as she sat down and giving Dirk a good look at her long, stocking-clad legs and the creamy flesh of her bare thigh where they ended.

Had he just heard her right? Dirk blinked in confusion, the spell her appearance had cast on him seemed to vanish as his thoughts raced. Did she just say what he thought she just said? The roar of the Ferrari’s engine as she started it up seemed to knock Dirk out of his daze. The woman blew Dirk a kiss and then slowly started driving the Ferrari out of the car park.

Dirk moved faster than he ever had before, leaping into his Mustang and fumbling with the keys in his haste to get the engine started. He finally managed to get the key into the ignition and his car burst to life with a throaty rumble of the V8 just as the red Ferrari was slowly pulling out onto the road.

Dirk threw off the brake and slammed his foot down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward as he set off in pursuit of the mysterious beauty. Any thoughts of a cold beer and a warm bed had vanished from his mind, all he wanted now was this beautiful stranger. The Mustang skidded out onto the road, wheels squealing as Dirk scanned the road for signs of the Ferrari. He quickly spotted it as he struggled to right his car’s skid, she was about a block ahead, still moving slowly through the traffic. Dirk smiled and rammed his foot harder down on the gas, shooting after the Ferrari. She seemed to see that he was finally behind her and the Ferrari began to pick up speed even as Dirk pulled closer behind her.

Dirk pushed the Ferrari up to 50mph, fast given the busy inner city street, and closed the gap to about three car lengths.

The next corner they came to the Ferrari skidded abruptly around the corner, smoothly taking the bend at the last minute. Dirk struggled to follow, his car had a higher center of gravity and he had less warning to react to the sudden turn. The Mustang’s wheels squealing in protest as he slammed around the corner, taking the turn in a wider arc that swung him out onto the wrong side of the road.

A pair of oncoming headlights and an angrily sounding horn caused Dirk to quickly swing back to his side of the road and he immediately stepped back on the accelerator, having lost a short distance on the corner. He saw the Ferrari shoot through an intersection ahead just as the lights turned red. Being dragged along by his impatient penis, Dirk didn’t bother to slow down, hitting the gas even harder and silently praying there was nothing coming from either side. A couple of horns and some skidding tires filled Dirk’s ears as he darted through the intersection, oblivious to the other traffic.

They were heading towards the outskirts of town, in the direction of the bay as Dirk once again started to gain ground on the Ferrari. The woman seemed to know just how to drive so that whenever Dirk would get close she would tauntingly find a way to pull away, and then gradually let him get closer once again.

“She’s definitely playing you Dirk,” he said to himself, but nonetheless he accelerated even faster as the traffic start to thin out. He was not going to let a delectable morsel like her get away.

The Ferrari swung down another sudden corner, taking it at high-speed down a thin alleyway between two buildings. His heart pumping with the thrill of the chase, Dirk yanked the steering wheel, turning his Mustang down the alley after her. The Mustang’s V8 gave a roar as he gunned the gas and rocketed down the narrow road in pursuit. Dirk winced as he smashed aside an overflowing rubbish bin that blocked part of the way, yet the Ferrari had somehow managed to avoid.

“That’ll leave a scratch,” he murmured as they skidded back onto a main road, narrowly missing a pair of pedestrians that almost walked out across the footpath at the end of the alleyway and had to leap back to avoid getting hit by the two cars.

The two cars burnt rubber, getting up to 100mph as they shot past city limits, the road opened up a little and allowing an even higher speed chase.

“Your dick is going to get you killed one of these days Dirk,” the sweating pornstar said quietly, as he watched the speed needle creep up to 120. He had no intention of slowing down however.

The road wound out around the edge of the bay as the two cars raced, once again each time Dirk got close to the Ferrari she managed to pull away again, frustrating him no end. Dirk noticed for the first time that his cock was hard as a rock inside his pants. The chase is definitely great foreplay, he had to admit to himself.

For the next ten minutes the two cars were engaged in a high speed duel, the distance between them rapidly fluctuating, but Dirk failing to gain the upper hand. The Ferrari suddenly started to pull away with alarming speed, so Dirk pushed harder on the accelerator, their speed approaching 150 despite the fact they were heading towards what appeared to be a rather tight bend.

At the last minute Dirk slammed on his breaks, the Mustang fishtailing out into a spin as he desperately tried to stay on the road around the corner. As Dirk’s car spun around 180 degrees the Ferrari effortlessly disappeared around the corner and off into the darkness. The tires on Dirk’s car squealed as he finally came to a stop, rather shaken and his car facing around the wrong direction.

“Motherfucker!” Dirk punched the dashboard in frustration. Dirk prided himself on his driving skills, but the woman was obviously better than him. Dirk swore a couple more times and then shoved open his car door, jumping out with every intention of giving his back tire a good kick.

He didn’t make it to the back of the car however, moments after he had stepped out of the car something slammed into him from behind and he was thrown to the ground. Dirk grunted in surprise and rolled over, just in time as his attacker was immediately upon him.

Dirk threw up his hands, catching his attacker by the shoulders and narrowly avoiding the man’s claws from slashing out his throat. Wait a moment, claws? What the hell was attacking him? Surely not a man? Dirk didn’t have time to think however as he shoved his attacker off and rolled to his feet.

Dirk crouched low, his hands up, “I’m ready for you now motherfucker!” growled Dirk as he got a look at his attacker for the first time. Even in the dim moonlight Dirk could tell his attacker wasn’t human. The thing was short, probably around 4 and half feet tall, but was powerfully built. It actually looked a little like a gargoyle from an old building or something, but without the wings. “What the fuck are you?”

His attacker didn’t answer however, it lunged forward instead, clawed hands slashing towards Dirk. The big pornstar stepped backwards as the onslaught came and lashed out with his foot. Among Dirk’s many talents was ten years of Kung Fu. Dirk’s foot hooked up in a straight legged arc, coming up under the thing’s swiping claws and slamming directly into its lower gut. The powerful kick actually picked up his smaller attacker, launching him a foot into the air and sending it backwards.

The creature shrieked in pain as it was thrown back. Dirk didn’t let up however, he stepped forward, following through on his kick with a thundering overhead swing of his fist, that came in a downward arc, crashing through the arm that the creature threw up to block with and slamming onto the top of the creatures skull, bringing it to its knees with a sickening crunch of bone. Dirk’s hips twisted and his knees bent, using his body’s momentum and torque, his other fist hooked upwards, smashing under his attacker’s jaw with incredible force. The punch lifted the creature back up off its knees and actually flipped it into the air, the beast performing a backwards somersault and landing with a splattering sound on its front, completely motionless.

Breathing heavily, his heart pounding with adrenaline, Dirk stood up. “What the fuck - - ?” he murmured as he looked down at the body of his assailant. Right before his very eyes the carcass burst into flames, rapidly burning to ash within only a few seconds.

“What the hell’s going on here?” Dirk whispered aloud. He looked around, half expecting another attack, probably this time from a vampire or werewolf or something equally strange. “I’ve gotta get more sleep,” Dirk shook his head in bewilderment, wondering if he had imagined this whole encounter. And what about the beautiful woman in the Ferrari, had that been his mind playing tricks on him as well. “Actually, scratch that. I’ve gotta get a beer,” he decided, scraping his foot through the small pile of ashes on the road in front of him before heading back to where his car was waiting, the engine still running.

CHAPTER TWO

“Damn, I needed this,” moaned Dirk as he took a long swallow, the bitter, amber liquid sliding delightfully down his throat.

“Tough day at the office?” remarked the barman as he refilled Dirk’s empty glass.

“You could say that,” Dirk replied, picking up his beer and taking another deep mouthful. He sat up on one of the barstools and surveyed the bar. To his surprise a beautiful blonde woman approached him, she looked strangely familiar, but his adventurous evening had addled his thoughts somewhat.

“We need to talk,” the woman said, sitting on the stool beside him.

Dirk’s eyes drifted almost of their own accord to the open front of the blonde’s pink blouse and the expansive display of cleavage on view there, he frowned as he saw a black mark on one of the swells of her plump looking breasts. Then he remembered where he’d seen her before, she was the fan whose chest he’d autographed earlier that day. “Who are you?” he asked, a little uneasy at seeing her again after the weird events of the evening. He vaguely remembered something about their bizarre conversation back at the studio. She had been asking him if he’d seen anything strange he recalled. At the time he’d assumed she was star-struck, but now he was rethinking that assessment.

“My name is Gretchen,” the blonde said, extending her hand to Dirk.

He gingerly took her hand and shook it, “Dirk, Dirk Longsabre.”

“We need to talk Dirk Longsabre,” Gretchen said. “I think there was some misunderstanding back at the studio,” her eyes flicked briefly downwards.

Dirk couldn’t help but grin as he remembered signing his name over her rather impressive bosom, “Ah yes, perhaps there was,” he agreed.

“I need to ask you some questions, this matter is of the utmost importance,” Gretchen said, very seriously.

“What matter?” Dirk asked.

“Have you seen anything strange, anything out of the ordinary?” Gretchen asked him, ignoring his question.

Dirk frowned, “Does this have anything to do with that creature that attacked me?”

The blonde’s eyes widened in surprise and she started to reply when they were interrupted.

“Are you Dirk Longsabre?” a voice asked eagerly. Dirk and Gretchen turned on to see an attractive red haired woman who had approached them. She was dressed in a pair of black hipster pants and a short white T-shirt that left the lower part of her flat belly bare. She looked as though she was in her mid-twenties.

“Why yes I am,” Dirk said with a big smile, a real fan this time!

“Oh wow!” the redhead almost squealed in glee. “I’m your biggest fan!”

“Is that so?” said Dirk, sounding very pleased with himself, he turned to further face the woman, for a moment forgetting Gretchen’s presence.

“I’ve seen all your movies,” his fan gushed. “You’re the greatest!”

Dirk’s smile grew even broader. “What’s your name my dear?” he asked, stroking his dimpled chin.

“Cathryn,” she said with a shy giggle.

“Pleased to meet you Cathryn,” Dirk said. He didn’t bother introducing Gretchen.

Cathryn hesitated a moment, biting her lower lip. When Dirk raised an eyebrow she leant in and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper, “Can I see it?”

Dirk’s other eyebrow rose. “See it?”

Cathryn licked her lips. “Your dick. Can I see it?”

Dirk grinned. He looked left and right, the bar was pretty quiet, there was no one around them, other than Gretchen. “All right Cathryn,” he agreed, reaching up and unbuckling his belt. The pretty redhead leaned in closer as Dirk unzipped the front of his pants, pulling this fly open to reveal a pair of black satin underwear that housed a substantial bulge.

“Oh my,” Cathryn breathed, her heart racing in anticipation as she eyed up Dirk’s package.

Still standing right next to them, Gretchen rolled her eyes at the crude display, she did however glance into the front of Dirk’s pants as he pulled them open.

“Go ahead,” urged Dirk, giving his pretty fan one of his trademark winks.

Cathryn clapped her hands together in excitement, then she reached down towards the open front of Dirk’s pants, biting her lower lip in concentration. Her small hand slipped inside Dirk’s open fly, her soft fingers stroking over the length of Dirk’s cock, feeling it’s warmth and thickness through his underwear. Her hand slid right down inside his hands, cupping his heavy testicles through his briefs and then sliding back up the length of his cock. Cathryn gave a gentle sigh and she traced his dick with her fingertips, then briefly ran her hand over his lower stomach, enjoying the feel of his washboard stomach.

Cathryn gave a moan as she then reached her other hand down into his pants and hooked a fingertip inside the waistband of Dirk’s underwear. She paused a moment, glancing around the bar to double check the coast was clear, and then pulled out the top of Dirk’s underwear. Cathryn gasped as she looked down and saw Dirk’s thick cock, semi-erect at almost 8 inches.

“Oh wow!” she breathed, absolutely gushing with excitement. Her hands trembling, Cathryn reached down inside Dirk’s underwear, her soft hand finally touching the pornstar’s naked penis. “Oh my God, it’s beautiful!” Cathryn moaned as she closed her fist around the middle of Dirk’s shaft, feeling his cock’s heat as it twitched slightly in her hand. Cathryn gently stroked her palm up and down Dirk’s cock. “I can feel it growing!” she whispered, now reaching in with her other hand to gently toy with Dirk’s hairy balls, both her hands down buried to the wrists down the front of Dirk’s briefs.

“I can’t believe I’m actually holding Dirk Longsabre’s cock!” Cathryn said, taking his shaft in both hands and running them up and down its length as it rapidly grew to full erection, and entire ten inches. “And right in the middle of a bar,” she added with an excited giggle.

Beside them Gretchen’s eyes widened as she saw the size of Dirk’s cock, as much as she obviously disapproved of the crude display, she didn’t take her eyes off the open front of Dirk’s pants. The lovely blonde watched as Cathryn’s hands stroked Dirk’s impossibly big cock, the redhead’s small hands made him seem even bigger. Almost of its own accord, Gretchen’s hand started to reach for the front of Dirk’s pants as well, but she quickly snatched it back to her side when she realized what she was about to do.

Neither Dirk, nor Cathryn noticed however, Cathryn especially had her hands full and her eyes locked onto the mighty organ that filled them. The redhead traced one fingertip over the slit at the tip of Dirk’s cock, and then gently ran her fingers around the head of his cock. A small droplet of precum oozed from the tip, Cathryn swiped it away with her finger, bringing it to her lips and tasting him.

“Mmm, delicious,” she moaned, savoring the morsel on her tongue in a most seductive manner.

Cathryn looked over her shoulder, once again looking around the bar to see if anyone had noticed what was going on, and then, to Dirk and Gretchen’s surprise she squatted down for a closer look at the pornstar’s magnificent manhood. She leant in, her face only a couple of inches away, all the while she never stopped stroking his cock in her soft hands. By this point Dirk was enjoying her attentions and had completely forgotten about Gretchen.

Cathryn pulled down on his cock, angling it directly towards her, the movement causing his underwear to push down, completely unveiling his impressive cock and balls to anyone who happened to look their way. The redhead licked her lips and glanced up at Dirk, “Do you mind?” she asked with surprising timidity considering their positions.

Dirk knew exactly what she had in mind. “Be my guest,” he gallantly agreed, leaning back against the bar and letting out a blissful sigh.

Cathryn smiled and leant forward, her tongue coming out to swipe over the throbbing end of Dirk’s cock, tasting him. “You taste incredible!” she breathed in a husky purr, before leaning forward once again and running her tongue down the full length of his ten-inch shaft.

Dirk moaned in appreciation as she reached the base of his cock and then worked her way back up.

“Should you be doing this right here?” Gretchen hissed as she noticed a couple of the other patrons were looking their way and whispering.

“Shut up wench!” groaned Dirk as Cathryn’s lips closed around the end of Dirk’s cock and she sucked the whole head of his cock in her wet mouth.

The redhead bobbed a couple of times over his cock, taking him shallowly within her mouth before backing off to lick him once again.

“I’ve never had a cock as big as this,” the woman breathed, licking the head of him as if he were an ice cream. She paused only a moment before plunging her mouth back down on Dirk’s cock, this time taking him deeper. The big pornstar groaning in appreciation as Cathryn attempted to fit more and more of his cock into her sweet mouth. Her lips slid down Dirk’s shaft, taking around half his cock, her tongue fluttering over the underside of the hard shaft and causing Dirk to moan in appreciation. As a professional porn actor, Dirk had been sucked by the best in the business, but the excitement of the situation, getting sucked off in the middle of a bar by a practical stranger, made this blowjob seem the most erotic he’d experienced.

The woman backed off again, rubbing the sticky head of his cock against her chin and lower lip as she spoke. “Thank you so much for letting me do this,” Cathryn breathed, her tongue flicking out to toy with the tip of him. “My husband is going to be stoked when I tell him about this.”

Dirk gave a loud groan as she plunged her mouth back down on his cock. She was married! And she was actually thanking him! For letting her suck his cock! He moaned again and reached down, running his fingers through Cathryn’s red hair and urging her tempting mouth downwards. She gagged slightly at first, unused to Dirk’s considerable dimensions, then backed up and tried again. This time he was able to push a good three quarters of his hard cock into her mouth.

Cathryn’s hands slid up to grip the sides of Dirk’s hips and she started to bob her head faster over his cock, using her hands for leverage and practically fucking him with her mouth. The big pornstar’s legendary stamina let him down, he gave a moan as he felt his approaching orgasm, his balls churning with cum. This was not a film shoot so there was no reason to even try to hold back. With a grunt and a thrust of his hips he unloaded into his fan’s obliging mouth. He tightly gripped the bar as wave after wave of sperm flooded Cathryn’s mouth and she struggled to swallow it all down.

“Oh yeah wench, that’s it!” gasped Dirk as he spent himself, her mouth sucking forcefully the entire time. Once he was finally done, Cathryn drew back, wiping the excess cum from her chin.

She stood up, a big, silly grin plastered on her face. “That was amazing!” she blurted, “I don’t know how to thank you for letting me do that.”

“I think you’ve thanked him quite enough,” remarked Gretchen dryly.

Cathryn seemed to notice Gretchen for the first time and she blushed deeply. “Oh my goodness, are you his girlfriend - - I’m so sorry about getting carried away like that.”

“Heck no!” Gretchen hurried assured her, the mere thought of such an association with Dirk obviously horrifying her. “I happen to have some important business with Mr Longsabre. Now why don’t you be a good little girl and run along?”

Cathryn seemed to ignore Gretchen’s rudeness, leaning forward to kiss Dirk on the cheek as he finished buttoning up his pants. “Thanks again Dirk,” she whispered, before heading back across the bar, leaving Dirk and Gretchen alone.

“That hit the spot?” remarked Gretchen as the redhead departed.

Dirk grinned at the blonde, “If I didn’t know better I’d think you were jealous.”

“Of that woman? You’ve got to be kidding!” snapped Gretchen, her cheeks coloring slightly. “And trust me Mr Longsabre, I have no interest in your penis!”

“Please, call me Dirk,” replied the pornstar, still grinning broadly. “Now. What’s all this business about strange encounters and what-not?”

The blonde seemed to hesitate, deciding how to reply. “I’m on the trail of a fugitive,” she said at last. “And I’ve tracked either her or her servants to both your home and that studio where you were making a movie.”

“A fugitive?” he repeated in surprise. “Are you a cop or something?”

Gretchen shook her head. “Not exactly.”

“Bounty hunter?” he guessed.

“Sort of,” she replied vaguely, before he could ask more questions Gretchen asked one of her own. “You mentioned a creature that attacked you?”

“Yeah, this may sound a little strange, but I could have sworn it wasn’t human,” Dirk said, suddenly feeling rather silly.

Gretchen didn’t bat an eyelid, “What did it look like?”

“Well, it was short, under five foot, and it had claws. I couldn’t see too well in the darkness,” he told her.

“One of her servants,” Gretchen spat in aversion.

“Her? Who the hell is it you’re tracking?” Dirk asked, this was getting more and more interesting by the minute.

“What happened to the demon that attacked you? How did you survive?” Gretchen asked.

“Demon?” Dirk remarked. “You’re fucking with me aren’t you?”

“How did you survive the attack?” insisted Gretchen, still deadly serious.

Dirk frowned, she was pretty intense for a busty blonde, definitely not the airhead type he was used to, and all this stuff about fugitives and servants and demons? “Let’s just say that only one of us walked away from the fight,” Dirk said, unable to refrain from puffing out his chest proudly.

“You killed it?” she asked in surprise.

“Damn straight. With my bare hands. No one messes with Dirk Longsabre.”

“Where did this happen?” Gretchen asked.

“Out on the highway by the bay.”

“Thank you,” Gretchen turned and started to leave, Dirk reached out and grabbed her by the arm.

“Wait, that’s it?” he asked. “Where are you going?”

“The highway, by the bay. I need to pick up the trail,” Gretchen replied as if it was obvious.

“I’m coming with you then,” said Dirk.

“No, out of the question.”

“If that thing was working for someone else then I owe them a debt,” Dirk said firmly. “No one messes with Dirk Longsabre and gets away with it.”

“No, it’s too dangerous,” Gretchen replied firmly.

Dirk scoffed at this. “If a pretty little blonde like you is going alone then what makes you think I’d be in any danger?”

Suddenly a bright white flash burst into Dirk’s vision, he blinked in surprise, trying to clear his vision. It only took a moment but when the light started to fade Gretchen had gone.

“What the fuck?” murmured Dirk, rubbing his eyes. A few minutes ago he would not have thought it possible, but his night had just gotten weirder.

**

Nigel Dawkins had never been what you would call good with the ladies. In fact you could go so far as to say he was pretty damn awful when it came to the fairer sex. Tonight however, was Nigel’s lucky night. A little tipsy from two-beers-too-many, Nigel stumbled through his front door, his arm wrapped around the slim waist of an incredibly beautiful brunette. The gorgeous dark haired woman wore a short black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that Nigel had spent most of the last hour staring into, admiring the upper swells of her not inconsiderable breasts.

“Home, schweet home,” slurred the middle-aged man as he led the woman into his lounge. She took a seat on his couch, crossing her long, sleek legs. The movement caused the slit up the side of her dress to fall open, revealing a substantial expanse of thigh. The dark haired beauty was wearing black stockings and a black garter, the strap of which was visible from the open side of her gown.

Nigel swallowed as he took in the mind-boggling sight, this was definitely his lucky day. “Would you like a drink?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly. Pausing for a drink was the last thing on his mind. He was aching to dive on the curvy beauty and rip that skimpy black dress right off her.

“Red wine,” she immediately replied. Her tongue seductively licked its way slowly across her upper lips, making Nigel go weak at the knees.

“Of course,” he squeaked before disappearing into the kitchen to pour them both a drink. He returned moments later, carrying two hastily poured glasses of cheap red wine. As he approached where the woman sat on the couch, her tongue repeated its seductive circle of her full red lips, and she uncrossed and re-crossed her long, stocking clad legs. Nigel’s gaze, completely drawn to the creamy portion of firm thigh she exposed, missed his briefcase that lay discarded on a rug.

His foot caught the handle of the briefcase and in his drunken state completely lost his balance. With a yelp of surprise he tumbled forward, straight at his sexy companion. One glass of red wine flew sideways, the other went straight at the woman, splashing over her face, the glass itself narrowly missing her and flying over the back of the couch. Nigel meanwhile, fell headlong into the woman, landing straight in her lap, his face planting firmly into her expansive cleavage.

Finding himself with his face buried in a pair of the biggest, firmest tits he’d ever laid eyes on, Nigel froze. His hands now empty, the wine glasses long gone, he tentatively reached up and rested them on the beautiful woman’s slim hips. Nigel gave a gentle moan and slowly rubbed his face around in the warm softness of her cleavage, luxuriating in the feel of her pillow-like boobs against his face.

When she didn’t seem to protest, he got a little bolder, his hands sliding up her sides as his tongue came out and started to lick up the length of her deep cleavage. Nigel groaned and pressed the bulge of his crotch down onto her stocking-clad knee. His hands reached the sides of her substantial breasts and he squeezed them eagerly, at the same time pressing his face deeper into her bosom. Nigel had never handled such an impressive pair, he’d only been laid twice before and both times the women were flat-chested and unattractive.

The woman let Nigel feast on the tops of her breasts for a few more moments, his hands kneading the sides of her big knockers through her dress. The wine that had splashed on her face dripped down off her chin, dribbling onto her cleavage where Nigel immediately lapped it up. When she tired of his crude attentions she immediately shoved him sideways off her, so that he landed on his back beside her on the couch.

Panting with lust, Nigel looked up at the gorgeous woman. With red wine still dripping from her perfect features she almost looked like a lusty vampire, feasting on his blood.

She climbed up onto her knees on the couch, straddling Nigel’s lower legs. Without a word she ran her soft hands up his thighs, her long red nails almost like claws as they met over his crotch. Nigel gave a quiet whimper as she squeezed the swelling between his thighs.

“What do we have here?” the woman breathed, her voice husky. Her nailed fingertips traced the outline of Nigel’s cock through his trousers, and then she pressed both palms against the bulge and squeezed him firmly.

“Oh my!” gasped Nigel, her squeeze almost painful. Her fingers then curled inside the top of his pants. With a sudden yank she tore open Nigel’s pants, his eyes going wide as she didn’t pause to unzip him, but ripped the zip open, the button at the top popping off and flying across the room. She smiled broadly as she immediately reached into the torn front of Nigel’s pants, her warm hands slipping straight down inside the band of his underwear and seizing his cock, dragging him out into the open air.

“This is what I want,” she breathed, her voice urgent. She stroked Nigel’s cock in both soft hands, it was quite big, just under 8 inches in length. The woman’s sexy tongue licked her lips again as she gazed at his manhood.

“Oh God!” groaned Nigel as she suddenly dived forward and swallowed his penis in her warm mouth, bathing him in heat. In his two sexual encounters to date he had never had a woman go down on him, the feel of the raven haired beauty’s tongue against his cock and her hot, wet mouth enveloping him was incredible. Nigel leant back against the couch, moaning in absolute pleasure as her head bobbed up and down over his lap. “That feels marvelous!” he gasped, it almost felt as if her tongue was curled around his erection and squeezing him, but that of course was impossible.

She finally rose up, licking his taste from around her lips. “Magnificent!” she hissed, squeezing his cock in her hand as she moved forward, straddling his cock and grazing the head of him against her pussy.

“No panties?” Nigel gasped out, so overcome by lust that he was hardly able to think.

A droplet of red wine fell from the corner of her mouth, landing on Nigel’s chest as she slowly lowered herself down onto the hard pole of Nigel’s cock. Nigel’s back immediately arched as his cock was suddenly encased in her divine cunt. He thought her mouth and tongue had felt good, but this was out of this world. Buried in her pussy, his cock started convulsing almost immediately, absolutely bliss flooding his body as his eight-inch cock shot cum deep up inside her.

“Oh my God!” yelled Nigel as he climaxed, suddenly the intense pleasure that was surging through his genitals vanished and was replaced by a cold numbness. Pain wracking his body, Nigel looked down towards his loins, where his body was joined with that of the gorgeous woman. A deep black was creeping up from his groin, almost like a paint-stain crawling under his skin.

“Wh - - what - - oh God!” screamed Nigel as the blackness made its way up his chest to his throat, drowning his pain-filled screams.

**

Gretchen slipped out the side door of the bar, coming into a dark, rubbish filled alleyway. If Dirk had been telling the truth then Cassandra already had gained enough strength to summon her servants. She had to hurry if she was going to stop her before she became too powerful, each kill would give her more strength.

She peered back into the bar once more to make sure Dirk was not following her, she saw him rubbing his eyes as she pulled the door closed. Good, it had worked. She hadn’t wanted to use her powers against him, but for his own safety she could not have him trailing along.

Gretchen hurried towards the street, eager to find the site of Dirk’s attack as quickly as possible. In her haste however, she didn’t see the leg sticking out from a pile of old cardboard boxes in front of her. Her foot caught and she stumbled forward.

“Ah!” yelped the owner of the leg, emerging from the pile of rubbish. It was a homeless man, grubby and dressed in rags. “Watch where you’re going!” he growled angrily.

“I’m so sorry!” Gretchen immediately apologized, bending down towards the man to make sure he was unhurt. “I didn’t see you there.”

“What do you have there, Jim?” said a voice from the other side of the alleyway, making Gretchen jump in surprise.

“A sweet, sweet piece of meat, Red,” said Jim, the first bum, the one Gretchen had tripped over. As she bent forward to look closer at him the neckline of her pink blouse had hung open, giving the homeless man an excellent view of her cleavage and ample, bra-encased breasts.

“You can say that again,” the second bum, Red agreed, licking his dry, grubby lips at the sight of Gretchen’s firm posterior in her tight white jeans.

Whilst Gretchen was distracted by the sudden appearance of the second bum, Jim’s hand shot up, seizing her wrist in a vice-like grip. “Hope you’re going to say sorry for kicking me pretty lady,” he said, flashing her a gap toothed grin.

Gretchen tried to pull her hand away, but the bum’s grip was surprisingly strong. Red, the other man had by now got to his feet and was shambling towards her from behind.

“Let me go!” she gasped as he started to pull her towards him.

“I don’t think so!” Jim replied, yanked her off her feet and pulling her against him. She struggled to escape from her attacker, but found her arms pinned, her back against Jim as the other bum leered above her.

Gretchen briefly considered using her powers to escape, but she couldn’t, she was sworn not too. “What do you want?” Gretchen said, hoping to find a way to talk her way out of the situation.

Red merely gave a chuckle as he bent down over her, reaching for the front of her pink blouse. She gasped as his grubby hands gripped her clothing, tearing it open and revealing the lacy white bra she wore beneath. Red frowned as he saw the slightly smudged black ink on her ample breasts.

“What’s a Dark Lung scab?” he asked, struggling to read Dirk’s signature.

“Please, let me go,” begged Gretchen. Her plea seemed to snap Red out of his attempted to read the writing on her breasts, instead he reached out with his dirt stained hands again, yanking down on the cup of her bra and popping her big tits out into the open.

“These are amazing Jim!” gasped Red in appreciation of the unveiled melons.

“I know!” cackled Jim from behind her, Gretchen could feel the other bum’s erection poking insistently against her ass as he held her down and looked over her shoulder at the exposed flesh.

Red licked his grimy lips and reached out with both hands, roughly grabbing at Gretchen’s big boobs. “Oh yeah baby, that’s the stuff!” he groaned, squeezing hungrily at the vast mounds. “I’m gonna make these things shake like jello!”

Before Red could taunt Gretchen any further however, a foot connected with the side of his skull, sending him sprawling across the alleyway where he crashed into a garbage bin and lay unmoving on the ground.

“I’d be letting go of the lady now if I were you,” said Dirk Longsabre menacingly, standing over where Jim held Gretchen.

The homeless man swallowed nervously at the sight of the muscular attacker, glancing briefly over to where his friend lay in a motionless heap before quickly letting go of Gretchen’s arms. The pretty blonde immediately extracted herself from her assailant, taking the hand Dirk offered to help her to her feet.

Still holding her hand Dirk led her from the alleyway towards where his Mustang was parked around the front of the building.

“Thank you,” Gretchen whispered.

“Too dangerous for me huh?” Dirk replied.

Gretchen was about to reply when a deafening bang echoed through the alleyway. Gretchen felt Dirk’s hand slip out of hers as the bulky pornstar lurched forwards, stumbling as an explosion of red blood ripped from the front of his chest. Gretchen spun to see Jim, the homeless man standing in the center of the alleyway, his arm extended, a smoking gun in his hand.