If Life Were a Porn Movie

Sometimes life presents you with a scene straight out of a porno.

Not that I would ever have the balls to go through with something like that, but regardless....

Anyway, as I was leaving the building today to grab some lunch, there was a shapely blond girl standing in the lobby, talking on her cell phone. I didn't give her much more thought than "that's a tight little ass."

On my way to the car, I noticed a cab. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I saw the hot blond get into afore-mentioned cab. And that's as far as reality takes us on this little journey.

Now, if this had been a porno, I would have slammed on the brakes, jumped heroically out of my Buick Mercedes, and intercepted the damsel in distress before she could slide that delicious body into the stinking, stained backseat of the cab.

"Need a ride?" I'd say with a beaming smile and a suggestive wink, just as a gust of wind comes along to tousle my streaming locks.

"Why yes, I do," she would say, drawing her eyes down my body, stopping for a moment on the bulge that had formed in my jeans. I would let her into my car, then go around and get behind the wheel.

As soon as we were on the road, she'd ask something like, "How much do I owe you for the ride?"

"Don't worry about it," I'd say with a smirk.

"Please, let me do something," she'd reply with seduction dripping from her words, then reach over and unzip my jeans. I'd be already hard and thick as her slender fingers wrapped around my shaft and began to stroke.

She'd direct me to a parking structure, or maybe a secluded park. It wouldn't matter because once the car was in Park, she would smile and lean over to take my raging cock into her mouth. Bobbing up and down, stroking the shaft, using her saliva as lubrication, she would have me near orgasm within moments. With a grunt and a groan I would fill her mouth with my cum, and she would swallow every drop.

Giving me a moment to collect myself and prepare for the next round, she would shimmy out of her jeans and panties, then climb aboard for a ride. She'd guide me to her dripping pussy and I'd sink into her warm, wet sheath. She'd ride me hard and vicious, tearing her shirt off so I could watch her tits bounce with each stroke. She would writhe and moan on my shaft, until finally she would go into convulsions as the orgasm tore through her body.

Of course, that would just be the warm up. After we caught our breath, we'd be at it again, fucking, sucking, licking in the car, on the car, next to the car, under the car, you name it. My cock would always be hard, she would always be wet, and orgasms would be bountiful.

Yeah, if only life were a porno.