The Porn Star Next Door Ch. 12

Literotic asexstories – The Porn Star Next Door Ch. 12 by SteveWallace,SteveWallace
Chapter 12 — Values and VegasMy parents left for their home and work on a Monday flight after our weekend-long orgy. They were the happiest that I’d ever seen them and gushed with praise about the entire weekend and their gratitude to everyone for being included. They reiterated to me how pleased they were with the expansion of the relationship between them and Sarah and me, and that I was eventually going to marry Sarah.

My mother gave Sarah and me a list of things that we had to discuss, but not necessarily agree on. She produced the list based on her research from the Internet of 150 value statements that we were to discuss over the coming months. An example was, ‘Marriage vows can be renegotiated at a later date.’

Dot said, “I want you two on the same page about a lot of those things. I don’t expect complete agreement, but at least you’ll know where you may have friction points in your relationship. I wish Jim and I had done this. It would have squashed about half our arguments over the years, especially early in our marriage. Now, we look at this list and laugh about some of them where we ended up having a knock-down, drag-out argument because some issue popped up that we didn’t expect.”

Sarah and I agreed to open a dialogue about the various value questions, some of which required interesting choices. One item posed, ‘Should you raise a sensitive issue with your spouse that you know will anger her/him and hurt the intimacy in your relationship, or should you learn to live with it?’

Another said, ‘Should spouses combine all their finances, have some separate individual accounts and some shared accounts, or have everything be separate?’ Of course, a short answer to any of the questions was not the right way to approach the subject. The object was to provoke discussion between partners, talking about the pros and cons of some issue, and then seeing whether they agreed on a single answer.

For the financial question, I knew that Sarah had worked hard and focused to build her wealth, and I wanted her to have her own accounts to manage that money as well as a pre-nup to protect it. She didn’t entirely agree, but we clarified the issue and put it on a back burner to think about.

I spotted a couple of questions right away that addressed a couple of the issues I knew we’d be facing in the near future, specifically about Lindsay and Rachel. Dot’s question from the list was, ‘Would the two of you accept other men or women into your marital relationship?’

Sarah, Rachel, Lindsay, and I had taken a long jog on Saturday morning, and had just finished ordering our brunch at The Station, when Sarah dropped the question on the table. Sarah and I looked at each, hoping that the other would start the discussion. The other two shrugged and looked between the two of us waiting for resolution.

I speculated, “Rachel and-or Lindsay may not want to be with us.”

Rachel quietly said, “She does. I love both of you. I also like that we have an open relationship policy in terms of sex with others, even other guys like TJ and Jake, but, for now, my primary focus is on you two. I confess to a growing crush on Jon, but except for spending more time with him, I still love the two of you.”

Lindsay said, “Hey, I want ‘in’, too. I love you all and think that you walk on water. I told Sarah yesterday that you’re the nicest man I’ve ever met.” She turned and poked a finger in Rachel’s side, “And, I even like Rachel a lot, too.” She giggled.

I said, “I’m feeling conflicted here, maybe mixing in too much lust with the love I feel for you all. Formally, a marriage is a social contract to create a stable and enduring arrangement called a family, possibly including children, and having love and sex as the basis for that.

“If the contract is me and several women, then I feel ill-equipped to decide what the right answer is because I become the pivot point and have to spread my affections among all of you. I don’t know whether you will feel I can accomplish that.”

Sarah pressed me with a chuckled, “But would you WANT to have a family with three or more women?”

“If we are harmonious, yes. If there are constant frictions and jealousies, no.” I turned to Sarah, “What do you want?”

Sarah said, “I’m more than willing to share you. Part of me wants exclusive, but then I know that overall, I don’t want to be locked into an exclusive relationship, at least at this stage in my life. We’ve talked about this. I want some other dick once in a while. I know that’s strange, when you’re my primary relationship, but it’s just what I feel. Thus, I want you to have the right to other pussies, whether they’re in the family or not.” She turned to Rachel and gestured for her to speak.

Rachel said, “I love you, too, and I think I can tolerate Lindsay.” She reached beside her and poked Lindsay in the side with a smirk. “I want to be family with the three of you. — and even our entire group. Yes, I love all the sex, but I also just like being with the three of you, your parents Doug, Greg, Sandy, and Jon in that, too.”

I postulated, “Are we being limited by thinking of our new family as only the two or three or four of us? Is our Gang of Six or Eight or Nine really a polyamorous family?”

Sarah teased, “Your parents?”

“I read somewhere that a ‘balanced’ polyamorous family has some older and younger people in it.”

Lindsay asked, “What are we considered, old, middle, or young?”

I said, “Probably part of the younger or middle set. On an age basis, Lindsay, Sandy, and I are the youngest ones in the ‘family’ by a few months. Rachel and Sarah are both slightly older. Jon’s got a decade on us. Greg is also older by a year or so.”

Sarah said, “Yes, I think we’ve become a family. We certainly support each other, and we’ve all been helping each other with small chores around each condo.”

I said, “And Jon moves into his new apartment this Friday. His furniture and things from New York arrive that morning, plus some of the things he bought down here.”

Rachel said, “We should help.” She sounded eager.

“I’ll talk to him.”

I subsequently did at cocktails that night, but he pushed us off until Saturday after our run. He said, “Friday will be the big, heavy items that the movers will handle and set-up. My bed is the only important item. I have about fifty packing boxes in transit, and those are what I’ll need help with — kitchen stuff, books, linens, knick-knacks, and so on. I’d love help with all of that. At least, a lot of the stuff is labeled as to what room it belongs in. Julie didn’t lay claim to any of it. She’s still in denial as far as I know.”

Jon then said something else that made those of us in the conversation stop and look at him. He said, “My yacht is being ferried down here and should also arrive soon. When it’s here, if anyone is interested, we can take a jaunt around Sarasota Bay or even a longer trip.”

Sarah was with me. “Yacht?” we asked in unison.

“Yeah, I inherited a ‘good-size’ yacht about a year ago from my uncle. I contemplated living on it, but I like having my primary nexus on land. I lived on it for a couple of vacations and then after I split from Julie. It took me months to arrange a mooring at the marina here. I’m on a waiting list for a slip. Like most large boats, it’s costly to have. I think the rule of thumb is about twenty-percent of the value per year just to run the thing; more if it’s taken on a lot of cruises.”

I asked, “Just how big is ‘good size’?” I was expecting a modest number.

“It’s sixty-five feet long, and a handful to drive. I renamed it ‘Liquid Asset’. The few times that I’ve been out on it, I’ve hired somebody that knows what they’re doing to pilot it. I’ve had some client meetings and short cruises on it, too, but I’ve never run the thing completely by myself. I have a new pilot bringing the thing down here, and he told me that he’d like to stay affiliated with the boat.

Sarah and I gawked at his revelation, “HOLY SHIT, THAT’S AN OCEAN LINER!”

“Yeah, kind of,” Jon said. “It is pretty nice and very ocean capable except in the biggest of storms. Julie and I got to take it to Bermuda a year ago when I first got it and didn’t know about her infidelity. Up in New York, we didn’t even think of using it for six months of the year; too cold. I figure that down here in Florida we can take some great trips on it. It’ll easily sleep ten or twelve people — maybe a few more.”

Sarah asked, “What’s a pilot? Did you have it parked in Manhattan? How old is it? What’s something like that cost? Can you …”

Jon held up a hand, “Slow down. I hired a captain or pilot to bring it down; he’s moving to this town, too, so he’ll be around to help with it. Frankly, my using it will depend on him or somebody like him. This is no little outboard skiff, except there is one on the boat that can be lowered into the water for use where there are shallow water slips or even a beach. That, I can operate.

“He’s ferried other boats like this around the world, actually; and it does need a crew. It was not parked in Manhattan, but at a yacht club a short way out on Long Island. It is a 2016 yacht with long-range capability due to its fuel capacity. I think the original price was around $4 million, but the value today is probably less than half that. And lastly, to your ‘Can you?’ question, the answer is probably yes. It has every convenience known to mankind on it. My relative was a gadget freak. He learned to pilot the thing on his own.”

I teased, “Jon, you’ve been holding out on us. Your ship has already come in, while the rest of us are wondering if the raft we’re building will even float.”

Jon nodded, “I don’t want to be thought of as anything special because I have some family money. Please don’t change how you interact with me or what you think of me. Yes, I have some wealth, but also, I’m just a normal guy that has tried, at least partly, not to rely on it.”

Sarah made another connection. “Holy shit, with this yacht and what you’ve implied in this conversation, no wonder Julie is after you. You’re her meal ticket.”

Jon nodded. “I was, but won’t be after the divorce is final. Not to be crass about it, but she signed a rather strict pre-nup agreement that forbade cheating, which she blatantly did, so she can’t get near the yacht or any of my wealth. The amount that she’ll get is specified, and she knew this before she started to sleep with her shithead boss.” The tone of his remark proved there was still some anger there.

I shook my head. “Sorry for the break-up, as I’ve said, but in a lighter vein, I really look forward to you taking us out for a yachting expedition.”

“As soon as it’s here,” he said with a smile.

We talked about the details of the yacht, and he showed us some pictures that he’d taken on his cellphone. The thing was huge and was longer and larger than all the other boats near it in the background. Rachel joined us and was as awed by our discoveries about Jon and his toy boat as we were.

* * * * *After the morning run on Sunday and brunch with everybody, I spent the rest of the day at my flight school taking back-to-back flight lessons and more ground school. The ground school was basically forcing me to go through the various manuals about FAA regulations, navigation, flight operations, aircraft performance, navigation, and weather. Frankly, as an engineer conversant with trigonometry, I could have done a better job, but I kept my mouth shut and continued to excel. I aced every question that I got asked. I scheduled the actual written exam for later in the week.

The flight lessons had me ready to solo. That afternoon, I did. After some other practice drills with the instructor, we did two touch-and-go landings, and then he had me drop him off at the flight school and take the plane back out on my own, handling all the communications and other aspects of the flight. I did three landings on my own and then taxied the plane back to the flight school, where I got congratulated, photographed, and my hand shaken.

As I estimated, I was about a third of the way to my private pilot’s license. At the rate I was taking lessons, I would be another four months before I took my final flight test.

Later in the week, I aced the FAA’s written test.

After learning about Jon’s water toy, I started to have delusions of grandeur about the large, multi-engine jet that I would sometime own and fly all over the world — just for fun. I love my daydreams.

* * * * *Life motored on for our ‘Family’. Life seemed more stable and predictable. Our family members living outside of Sarasota came and visited. Lindsay again managed to come for a visit the same weekend that Jim and Dot — my parents — were there. Yes, everyone connected with everybody else.

The summer was brutally hot. We ran at six in the morning and stayed inside in air conditioning the rest of the day. Even on weekends we did our long runs early, and then took siestas in the afternoon, usually with a loving partner.

I got asked to present a paper based on my doctoral research in generative artificial intelligence and machine learning. I had developed some unique algorithms and applied them in novel ways, and as word of my dissertation hit the public data bases, people were very interested.

I talked to my boss at CSS about it, and he encouraged me to speak at the Las Vegas A.I. Convention for that year and said that the company would cover all my costs and give me time to prepare. The conference was in mid-September, so I had plenty of time to put together my talk, handouts, and even get special business cards printed to use as handouts. Instead of giving out paper copies of my slides, I’d post them online and have the URL on my special cards to give to those that ask. I’d save a small forest.

I told our circle of friends about my trip and they were supportive and pleased that I’d get some professional recognition for my contributions to the scientific field. I’d accepted the invitation.

Over the weeks leading up to the conference, I put together the requisite presentation, ran it past my work group, did revisions based on that drill, rehearsed my speaking, and then put it up on a unique website that also promoted CSS and gave key links to their main website. I also had our group admin assistant arrange my travel from Sarasota to Vegas, coordinate with the conference program people, and arrange my stay for the week at Caesars Palace. I’d be able to take a taxi or the monorail to the convention center from there.

Occasionally, Sarah, Rachel, or one of our group, would ask about my preparations and even the content. Since most of it was pretty technical and aimed at other nerds, I tended to answer in short sentences rather than get into long discussions about how I’d made some assumptions about my audience’s background in the technology and so on. The answer ‘fine’ was also adequate in some cases. I knew the material so well and was working with it daily, that I wasn’t stressed.

Sarah reminded me several times that she’d lived in Vegas, but in a dump of a place far different from the luxury that I’d find at Caesars Palace. Sarah had stayed there a few times on some of her escort dates, but never on her own. Everyone asked about my proclivity to gamble. I had basically no interest in the activity.

I also knew from Sarah that Vegas was one of the hubs for pornography being filmed, edited, and then distributed around the world. I didn’t think that I’d have any interaction with that side of things, however. I was going to a nerdy convention with other nerdy people.

I left on Saturday for the Monday opening of the conference. I had a key activity scheduled for Sunday, plus I’d be checking in for the week-long event. The flights and connections to Las Vegas went smoothly, and I had open seats next to me on all the flights.

I taxied to Caesars Palace from the airport. Vegas is in the Pacific time zone, so was three hours different from Florida. I arrived at the hotel just a five p.m. and got a text from Sarah. It was eight p.m. at home. The picture in the text showed my five compatriots posing in Sarah’s living room — naked, and with sexual things taking place among all of them. The text with the photo said, ‘Missing you’ followed by five hearts. Aaaaah.

As I checked in, the clerk at the desk handed me my access card and then said, “I guess your wife already checked you in. Here you go.” That threw me, but I figured he’d gotten me mixed up with somebody else. The check-in lobby was a zoo of people so I didn’t pursue the matter.

I had a long journey, through the casino, of course, to my elevator and subsequently my room. I used the card and went into the room pulling my roll-on behind me. There was a short hallway between the door and the main bedroom and living area. An ensuite bath was off to my left plus a closet with luggage rack.

I stepped into the room. The lights were on and the flimsy curtains drawn to cut down on the outside light. In the center of my king-size bed lay a very cute, very naked, young girl looking at me with lust in her eyes.

I froze. I said, “Am I in the wrong room?”

The pretty, young thing lit up with a brilliant smile and said, “Only if you’re not the most omnipotent, omniscient, great and unobsequious Master of the Universe, Doctor Douglas Anthony Mallus.” After a pause, which she took as my acknowledgement of my identity, she said, “Hi, I’m Tiffany Rose.” She did a sexy little move to the edge of the bed that flashed all of her lady bits at me. She then stood and came to me. I was still locked in position with my brain going a thousand miles an hour.

Tiffany was a small blonde — a spinner — with gorgeous hair almost to her waist. She was bare below without a wisp of pubic hair, so I briefly figured that she’d lasered everything a long time ago. She was pleasantly endowed, perhaps a B+ or a C, with rust-colored areolas and pert meaningful nipples. She had a near perfect shape, and I briefly caught a glimpse of a world class ass as she got off the bed. On that ass, just like Sarah, was a tattoo of a pair of red lips, as though a woman had blotted her lipstick there. Tiffany also had a tramp stamp. To top of her head as she stood barefoot barely came up to my shoulders.

Tiffany came to me, put her arms around my neck, pulled me to her, and kissed me on the lips in a slow, seductive, and languorous kiss with lots of emotion attached to it, as well as the promise of copious amounts of fabulous sex. Tiffany seemed to have it all together exceptionally well. She sighed as we finally broke apart, “Oh, you are so much better than advertised.”

I finally found my voice. “You’re a pleasant surprise. Is your presence something that Sarah or my friends arranged?”

Tiffany nodded, “It is Sarah’s idea, but I wanted to be with you long before this opportunity arose in any case. Sarah and I were best friends and have stayed in touch since she left town and we’ve talked about you on almost every call we’ve had. I volunteered for this when she told me you had a conference here. She and I agreed on the escort details — in every sense of the word — while you are in Vegas. I won’t be leaving your side, and you can count on me for everything you need — everything! Oh, and by the way, I’m super safe so we can go bareback anytime you want. I’m also perpetually horny, and you and I have some unique connections I’ll tell you about later.

“To start with, you must be a little tense and dirty from a day’s worth of travel. Come and let me give you a ‘Tiffany Shower’ and massage your muscles.” She immediately started to unbutton my shirt. I went with the flow, yet still had many questions about Tiffany that I held back. When she unveiled my tumescent cock, she looked up and broadly smiled at me with lots of lust showing. She was a very touchy-feely person, and liked to kiss me a lot.

Five minutes later, we were in my walk-in shower enclosure having fun rubbing our soapy bodies together and kissing.

Between kisses, Tiffany volunteered, “Sarah and I worked together a lot when she lived here — Candy Sweet, I mean. We even roomed together now and then. My stage name is Tiff Biss. Sarah saved my life, actually.”

“Care to explain that?” I asked.

“I’d been in the porn biz for a while and got into drugs in a big way. We all knew that her friend Ruby had ODed, but those of us that were hooked on coke and heroin didn’t care. We still needed to shoot up. I needed money for the drugs and had started hooking, too. I got pretty low and even got suicidal. I knew my life was for shit.

“Sarah sat me down and gave me ‘The Talk’ — shape up, basically. More than that, she then micro-managed me for three months. I was barely out of her sight over that time. No drugs. No whoring. Just the porn work, eating, sleeping, eating well, talking with her, learning a few things, and sitting with her reading or watching TV. I’m not a TV person, really.

“Anyway, Sarah got me flying straight, and then made me wake-up and realize that I needed an education if I were to live well in this world. I’d dropped out of high school. My home life wasn’t all that bad, but I thought it was back then, mostly because I didn’t get my own way.

“Sarah got me studying for my GED exam, and saw me through that, and then had me start college here in Vegas. I went to a two-year community college at first and took a couple of basic courses that she told me to take. She made sure they’d count towards a four-year degree. I did pretty well. By then, I’d also dried out from the drugs, felt better about myself thanks to her being my cheerleader, and I’d saved some money so I could afford some of the tuition. Sarah helped and paid for my cash shortfalls.

“Sarah helped me get some other funding for my classes, and got me going to a full four-year college but as a part-time student. I started taking some of the classes online at my own pace, too.” Her delivery about her past got faster, as though she had to tell me as soon as she could about what Sarah had done for her.

Tiffany leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around her. She had gotten emotional about what she was telling me. She pulled herself together, “If Sarah hadn’t been there for me and been such a cheerleader, I wouldn’t be here today. I’d be in a grave someplace. She saved me and turned me into a real adult that wasn’t on drugs, that wasn’t a two-bit whore, that wanted something better for my life, and that had direction.”

I hugged Tiffany and, despite being naked in a shower with her, tried to keep the moment non-sexual, since that seemed to be what was required.

Tiffany kind of shook herself back to the moment. “Okay, enough about my past. I’m a new person thanks to your fiancée. When Sarah split out of Vegas, it was only with the promise that we’d talk a lot so she’d be sure I didn’t back slide. I haven’t. It’s only onward and upward. I love her so, because she loved me enough to save me.

“Sarah told me about meeting you, doing all that jogging — which I do, too, and then about your other friends and even your parents. When I finish my classes here, you’re going to see more of me, because I’m going to move to Sarasota to be near you and Sarah and your friends. I hope you’ll still welcome one more person to you group. I also hope I can get a job there in my field.” She looked hopeful.

I shrugged, “Sure, just come and hang out with us. We’re easy and welcoming.” After a pause, I asked, “By the way, what’s your field? Your college major?”

Tiffany laughed, “Same as you. Computer science, specializing in artificial intelligence. That’s why I’m going to be with you almost non-stop the rest of the week. I can do ‘Nerd’ really well. I’m also registered at the A.I. conference over at the convention center. I’m signed up to attend your talk specifically, although a lot of it may be over my head. I’ll be there to help you in any way that I can.”

“Tiffany, that’s marvelous. Wow! I’m impressed about how you turned your life around.”

“Sarah’s doing, I contend.”

We were still in the shower with the hot water from two shower heads keeping us wet. Tiff rubbed her breasts around my chest and said, “Now, I have an important mission that I have yet to perform. I need to welcome you to Las Vegas properly.”

She knelt on the shower tile, positioning me so the water wasn’t hitting us, and then directed my semi-stiff shaft to her mouth. She had me fully hard in a minute, and completely down her throat a minute after that. She knew what she was doing, and I didn’t last long.

I blasted my first load of cum for the day into her throat after warning that I was about to explode. Tiff just redoubled her efforts to bring me off. After my pulses had stopped, she pulled off my shaft and showed me that she had accumulated my semen in her mouth.

I quickly said, “Don’t swallow. Snowball with me.”

She cocked her head to one side with her eyebrows raised in disbelief as though to ask ‘Are you sure?’, but stood so we could kiss some more. The kissing was really the two of us swapping my fluids back and forth a half-dozen times, before we both swallowed the residuals. No big deal.

Tiffany said, “I have fucked a lot of guys, just like Sarah, and given blowjobs to easily two or three times that number. I have never had a guy do what you just did — snowball his own cum with me. Boy, are you special.”

I chuckled, “Sarah trained me well.”

We finished up in the shower, and took turns drying each other with the fluffiest towels I’d ever seen. I loved this hotel. I helped Tiffany dry her hair, using the hair dryer and her brush to her long blonde locks as she sat naked at the bathroom vanity. God, she was so sexy. I’d have to report the details of this to Sarah tomorrow, but then maybe Tiff was going to do that.

When we were through in the bathroom, Tiffany led me to the king-size bed in the room, and restored me to hardness, and then insisted that we ‘make love’. Before she could take the full initiative, I pushed her back and spread her legs. I kissed up each thigh to her pudenda, and then started on the other leg. The second time up her legs, I settled in to deliver a landmark offering of cunnilingus to her. She was moaning and pushing into my efforts, and so I added some fingers. Her taste and aroma were remarkably great.

Tiffany pulled me up to her after her second orgasm. She was very passionate and also very loving and loaded with kisses. She licked my face clean of her juices, too. If she was trying to wrest a place in my heart for her future rendezvous with all of us in Sarasota, she sure succeeded. We made love.

When we were done, I took a photograph of Tiffany splayed out on the bed with my cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy. She smiled for the camera. I immediately sent it to Sarah with a heart and an ‘I love you’ message. My fiancée responded immediately, ‘So glad you two connected. More later. Night-night.’

Over our evening dinner, I told Tiffany about my plans for the next day. She wanted to come along, of course. Thus, after an early morning run along the strip in Vegas, I called the sightseeing tour that I had signed up for and added Tiffany to the roster. Fortunately, they had room for one more on the plane.

My sightseeing involved over a two-hour flight that went over the Grand Canyon in various places, and then over the Hoover Dam and other parts of Lake Mead. I took about two-hundred photos through the window of the plane, and also got great pleasure in watching and listening to the pilots fly the circuitous route so they didn’t disturb some of the animals that were protected by restricted airspace. The tour would be a great memory the rest of my life.

We were back on the ground for a late lunch, which we just turned into a long and leisurely meal where we talked and talked to each other. I learned a lot more about Tiff’s motivations in her schooling, as well as what her ‘career’ in pornography had been like.

As we were leaving the outdoor restaurant, Tiffany blocked me and then kissed me hard on the lips. “You are sexy. What makes you over-the-top in that regard is that you are genuinely interested in me. I don’t think I’ve ever had the type of conversation about myself in my life, except with Sarah. You two are the top two people in my life now. Let’s go back to the room. There are a few things I need to do with you.”

We walked back to the hotel and those few things all turned out to be highly sexual. We spent two hours naked with our mouths, hands, and sex organs going at full throttle. What a great afternoon!