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Thread: Making the Grade (curtainwith & wingshadow)

Mmm...very good Susan...very good. Mr. Duncan rubbed his cock over his shorts now, almost in disbelief over the situation he was in. Just toss those aside, He said, motioning to the leather recliner in the corner. And lose the panties too while you're at it.
Thread: Making the Grade (curtainwith & wingshadow)

Susan hesitantly reached for her jeans, bending over and unintentionally giving him a nice look at her panty-clad bottom before reaching toward her hips once again and pushing them down. Her smooth, hairless crotch was exposed to his full view. She shaved herself because of her athletic meets, but Mr. Duncan most likely wouldn't care about her reasons. She obediently tossed her clothes into the leather recliner and turned back toward him, her expression still showing her discomfort and embarrassment.
Thread: Making the Grade (curtainwith & wingshadow)

My goodness...very nice Susan...turn around and show me that tight little ass Mr. Duncan unzipped his shorts, pulling his cock out through his boxers and stroked it, ever so casually. In a semi hard state, he was about 6 inches with considerable girth. Though he was more or less average in size, to the young girl he probably seemed huge. Are you ready to have sex Susan? He asked, though he knew the answer was obviously no. Still, he enjoyed exposing her and putting her naivety on display.
Thread: Making the Grade (curtainwith & wingshadow)

Her eyes grew slightly wider as he pulled out his manhood, having not only never seen one in-person before, but his size was huge compared to what she was expecting. She began to doubt he could even fit himself into her, let alone have sex. Of course not... Susan whined as she bent down and presented her rear to Mr. Duncan, her heart rate soaring from the mere thought of him ravaging her young, inexperienced body with that massive tool, Could you possibly expect someone my age to be?
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

The cum from the rhino's massive cock poured into legendary porn star Amber Foxxx as she gripped his shoulders at the unsuspected burst of seed. Her eyes widened and she cursed at the idiot rhino out of reflex. CUT! You dumb fuck, its a cumshot finish! shouted the director. Get a fluffer for Dylan and someone clean up Amber. A bell rang and the crew started reseting cameras and lighting fixtures for the next take. An intern quickly walked up to the fiery vixen and began cleaning the seed that was mistakenly sprayed inside her as a make-up artist tried to touch up her smeared eyeliner the best she could. God dammnit this is the third time today that Dylan has finished early. groaned Amber This guy is never going to make it if he has no stamina. Yes, I agree, miss Foxxx. said the intern, blushing uncontrollably as he dug deep inside her Jesus, kid, buy me a drink first she barked somewhat jokingly s-sorry miss Foxxx. he stammered Amber let the two finish before grabbing a bottle of water trying to cool of just enough to delay her orgasm. Not that she couldn't contain it. She looked over and saw the p.o.'ed director chewing out an increadibly handsome Reynard. She made breif eyecontact with him and smiled genuinely. Though the moment was crusshed by the angered growls of a far too serious director.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

The fox looked at his feet as the director blasted him with insults, getting closer and closer to the young male. You little fuck, even if that rhino had done it right, the camera was supposed to be closer! This is a porno, not a freaking A-list hollywood bullshit film! The fox nodded, wrapping his bushy tail around his leg. How was he supposed to know? He hadn't started not that long ago, and he'd been hired dirt cheap too. The closer the angry director got, the louder he seemed. The louder he was, the more it hurt the Reynard's ears. If it wasn't for the fact he needed this job, and that he was constantly blushing or on the verge of nervous breakdown from being around so many sultry, alluring women, he'd have at least spoke up. Instead, he flattened himself against the wall, backed into a corner. The hat he wore shaded bright green eyes, ones that, when he looked up to see if anyone would get the pitbull off his back, were caught by Foxxx's. It was brief, but enough to make his legs go rubbery. He trembled, and the director must've thought it was because of the words, because they got worse. Trystan wanted to say something, he really did, but he couldn't. What could he do against the monstrosity in front of him? Bastard looked like he was on steroids. Still though, his heart was racing. That look from the main star, it sent his adrenaline through the roof. Soon enough, the ranting and raving stopped, giving the fox ample time to scurry back to his post. Before pressing his eye to the viewfinder, he wiped off the gallon of spit from his face. Man.... pitbulls must be trained to leak like that, he mumbled to himself, glancing over his shoulder incase the dog heard. The fox cast another quick glance over towards Foxxx's direction, and returned his attention to the camera, making a few adjustments, and signalling a thumbs up to a few other camera animals. He was going to get it right this time.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

Hey, spoke an angel voiced vixen Trystan was all to familiar with. Don't let the pit get to you doll. He turned around to see the, completely naked excluding her many studs and piercings that adourned her god-gifted body Amber V. Foxxx She stood with on hand on her hip, her long eyelashes batting. A few strands of her orange hair covered her right eye, giving her a very appealing look. Fully clothed she was just acting like a normal girl, but the fact that she was completely nude and acting as if it were nothing made it very difficult to pay attention. If it makes you feel any better, kit, she began He may be buff and badass but he's behind the camera for a reason. Amber made a gesture with her fore finger and thumb, displaying a very, sad length for the body part she was suggesting. She smiled and walked gracefully past the new cameraman, a strawberry scented perfume trailing from her tail as it brushed past his arm oh so graceflly.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

The fox shivered delightfully. Oh man oh man! Amber Foxx was talking to him, a cameraman. He wondered vaguely whether or not to say something, some pick up line, but decided a simple smile would be the best, although it came out more enamored than he'd have liked. You know, he grinned widely, managing to keep his eyes on hers. For some reason, I always had a feeling. He blinked, suddenly wondering if she thought all people behind the camera were like that. He blushed deeply, jumping when a call from Camera 6 on the other side of the room came over. Trystan, Amber, we're getting ready to start! As the vixen left, her tail brushed against his arm. Whether it was on accident, or intended, it didn't matter to him. Another shiver ran laps on his spine, blood rushing to his face, and other parts of the body. As he took his position behind his camera, he felt eyes boring into the back of his skull. He turned, and almost broke out into a laughing fit. Someone seemed a little more than jealous. All he did, probably making it worse for him, was offer an innocent smile, a shrug, and a tilt of the head before turning around. If he didn't like his job before, he most definitely loved it now. The pit couldn't do anything. He was already behind schedule thanks to Dylan's inability to hold on long enough to pull out. Maybe this time he'd get it right. Damn that rhino. The lights outside of the set faded out, leaving Trystan with only his camera light. The fox held up his left paw, counting down the seconds on his fingers. 5.... 4.... 3.... 2...........
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

Amber stuck out her tongue and recieved every thick, stream of cum that shot from the monsterous tip of Dylan. Amber closed her eyes and winced as he missed repeatedly, hitting her eye lids, cheeks, and breasts before finally sliding it into her willing mouth. She sucked the rest of the cum from his tip, giggling like the little school girl the script said she was supposed to be. She smiled at the camera and did the customary post-orgasm sucking and licking for a brief moment before the pit shouted cut! Alright! Finally, that's a wrap! he applauded almost condesendingly Alright bozos pack it up, they need the set for some indie film at 5 so we've got lest then 45 to clear out. Move it people! The crew quickly scrambled to get their equipment packaged away and the intern gave both Dylan and Amber a towel and spa robe. Amber's was dark red silk with her last name stitched in gold along her breasts, of which the robe barely covered. Damn Dylan, growled the vixen licking the towel in attempt to clear her mouth of the taste You knew this shoot was coming up for 2 weeks, you couldn't have added a little more fruit to your diet? Sorry babe, he grunted, I've just got this part coming up and it requires me to be as fit as I can so I've cut any excess carbs. What gay porn is it this time? Sacks in the City? she jested. Nope, I'm going legit this time, he smiled wiping sweat from his leather face I'm being cast as a henchmen in this spy movie, not alot of lines but the pay is good and I get some killer face time. That's great Dylan, I'm happy for you. Amber tried to hide her disappointment, she had been trying to go legit for months now but nothing was picking up. But of course, every xxx producer wanted Amber Foxxx to be on their box art. She was tired of this, she had too much talent to suppress like this. She went into the bathroom to wash up her face a bit, taking most of her makeup of, though she really didn't need it honestly. She got dressed in her basic street clothes and made a few quick tweets about a party that she was going to tonight, maybe she could drink her troubles away. But she couldn't go alone and she only had a few hours to find someone. She's not going to as Johnny the Pit Barlone again. That sick bastard was practically humping her leg all night, and to a degree she wished she could say that was figurative. Dylan was a dunce and all over her other lady-friends were busy as well or had dates. But then that awkwardly cute reynard caught her eye, she smiled inwardly, pushed up her bussom and walked gracefully over to him. Her daisy duke shorts hugging her groin, rear and thighs like selephane and her top was practically see through and the presence of her nipple rings made it look like they were constantly hard. Hey, she said sweetly to the camera boy, leaning against a light fixture to showcase her curves. You doin anything later tonight?
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

The fox sighed in disappointment. Good thing the pit didn't notice it. Directors hired cameramen for a reason. They knew what to look for. Camera 5, the one doing the overhead shot for the last scene, had had a lens flare. That could go one of two ways, either editing would play it up, or they would cut that out. Jason! Camera 5 now. We need to get that lens fixed before we can pack it up! Trystan may have been new at the job, but he had experience in film tech. He had his Bachelors in T.V. production. Barlone looked a little pissed, but his job was done. The fox's nimble little hands disassembled his camera, putting it hurriedly in the case. Well... atleast the intern knew what he was doing. One of the other, more experienced cameraguys came over, looking over the equipment. He had not yet noticed Amber. Oiyu, you did good tonight kit. Don't let that jackass get too far down your throat. Trystan raised an eyebrow. Not like he could get very far with that fat ass of his. Both of them laughed, the German Shepherd patting the smaller fox on the shoulder. You aren't too bad kit, you really aren't. He tipped his hat, and the Shepherd left. Trystan picked up the case, seemingly at ease with the heavy, unwieldly thing. It was almost comical. The case made the fox look smaller than his height of 5' 11. Hey, came the sultry voice, etched into his brain. You doin' anything tonight? He blinked, stunned. Quickly, spinning on his toes and blushing immensely, he was greeted by the sight of an Amber dressed in tantalizingly tight fitting clothes. Once again, he felt his blood rushing up to his head, and down, farther than it should. Trystan winced, managing to, just barely, keep a handle on things. And then, he saw the rest of her body, and he couldn't stop his jaw from dropping slightly. Uh..... With a visible effort, he tore his gaze from her thighs, and looked at her face. It didn't help much. Unable to talk, he shook his head, saying that he wasn't.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

Good I didn't think so. she smiled, caressing his shoulder. I've got a party going on in West Hollywood at 7. A friend from some of the male sections of the industry is throwing it, all sorts of people will be there and its going to likely be wild. Would you like to come with me? You seem like you'd look like you'd fit. She smiled so gracefully at him, and it was a genuine smile. She really was somewhat fond of the fox. He was attractive, fit, but a bit too awkward for her taste but thats nothing a few times infront of the camera won't fix.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

He finally found his voicebox, and, looking around nervously, answered. West Hollywood, huh? Is uhm.... this isn't going to be a black-tie turned college co-ed party is it? He blushed, but kept his eyes on hers. I'd much rather have a college party. He flashed her a nervous smile. Hey, at least he was trying. So.... uh... Ms.Foxxx..... Why are you asking me? I'm not all that important. I'm not a pornstar. Why not ask Jowls? He motioned to the pit, ears flicking slightly this way and that. I mean, not that I'm not greatful, but...... I'm not exactly the best guy for one night stands. And I think Pits would have an annuyerism if anything happened. He shrugged, still nervous. Curiosity helped, although there would be no gaurantees he would be as calm as he was acting now.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

Amber smirked and laughed at herself a-bit at his comments. She looked around the room in thought then turned back to him. If you don't want to go just say so, a dozen other men are waiting to be my arm candy. she smirked walking seductively around Trystan in a circle, her tail brushing beneath his chin. Besides who said anything about one night stands? Trying to get in my pants already huh? Typical men you think just cause I drink cum for a living I'm going to take my pants off for you because you said please? Her tone was more teasing than angered. She knew how nervous the poor boy was, but she was having too much fun playing with his, no doubt horny, mind.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

Trystan closed his eyes, shivering, inhaling the scent coming off her. When his eyes opened again, it was with the glint of a challenge. She had basically offered up a battle of sorts. With a shrug, he turned to face her, eyebrow cocked. Of course, he still felt nervous, but he couldn't show it now. So, if you have dozens of men waiting, why are you asking me? A lil' biased towards your own species maybe? He looked upwards, shuddering. And, I did not want your pants off. Just because I film porno's doesn't mean I agree with mindless, emotionless sex. Besides, aren't you the one who 'implied,' he smiled as his paws made air quotes, That all us people behind the camera are like Pudgy over there. He blinked, a little amazed at himself. Is he really joking with what could possibly be the sexiest person he'd ever seen in his life. To cover for his sudden distrust for what he'd just done, he scratched idly under the hat. Man..... maybe it's not lost yet. Still have to keep the act up. So, lame jokes aside, Ms.Foxxx, I would love to go to this party with you. Hell... I might even try a few drinks if they're good enough. As a last attempt to 'save' this, he nodded over at the director, who'd finished packing and was heading out. Just ah... just warn me if we end up seeing him there. Might have to duck under the table. As he turned to walk away, he mentally kicked himself, face-palming as the scene played through his skull. 'Damnit Trystan! Damnit Damnit DAMNIT! You just blew a chance at West Hollywood, at AMBER V. FUCKING FOX!' He sighed, forceing the voice quiet. When he looked up, he saw the last cameraman packing up. The bird gave him a thumbs up, obviously taking his mind in the gutter. Now all Trystan could do was hope he didn't come off like a pompass ass who's full of himself. He had no clue! Entering the world of porn, still wet behind the ears! Ugh, what would the vixen think?
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

Ex-CUSE me?!? Amber said, making a model stomp over to Trystan Who the FUCK do you think you are? I might have talked to you earlier but you are no where CLOSE to being anything more than an accessory at that party so don't act like you're some high and mighty porn King Pin. I'm Amber V. Foxxx, honey, you don't turn me down...ever. She pulled out a ball point pen from seemingly nowhere, wrote her address on his hand. So you're going to pick me up in 2 hours at this address. You're going to look your fliest and I'm going to be hotter than the sun, we're gonna go and get drunk and then you'll take me home. If you're a good puppy, maybe I'll let you touch my tit. See you then kit. She turned on her heel and slapped his face with her scented tail, only glancing over her shoulder briefly before exiting the studio.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

Trystan jumped at the sound of her voice, mentally berrating himself for the loss when she turned him around and wrote her address on the back of his hand. His head was spinning as she barked out her orders, then turned, slapping him in the face with her tail. All he could do was stare dumbfounded after her. 'Wha...... what just happened?' he asked himself, blinking a few times, shaking her scent out of his head so he could think straight. First she yelled at him, then told him he was going to the party with her, then simply turned and left. He sighed, telling himself to stop thinking about it, that it'd only give him a headache. His hat came off, allowing him to scratch right behind his ear. 'The key to happiness is a bad memory. With another exasperrated sigh, he hopped onto his Triumph Speed Triple, pulled the kickstand up, revved the engine a few times, then took off down the street, leaving his thoughts, nervousness, and emotions behind. He'd been saving up for one of these, and was surprised at how much they'd actually cost. He pulled his hat down, bracing himself against the wind as he leaned, turning the beast onto his street. Well.... his mother's street. Since he never thought he'd ever need a tux, he never kept one. At his house anyway. He nodded to his parents as he dashed up the stairs, quickly changed into the monkey suit, Grabbed his riding gear, and an extra helmet, and rushed back outside. By the time he got to his bike, he'd already put the padded jacket on, and his helmet. Just to make sure though, he took a studiously long look at the back of his hand, memorizing the address before slipping on the riding gloves. The way he looked now, all padded, with the tinted helmet visor, he looked almost as badass as Jowls. But the fox wasn't in it for the looks. With everything checked, locked, and ready, he blasted down the street. Boy, he'd be damned if any of her 'acsessories' showed up on a Triumph! But he had time to kill. What to do?
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

Amber hopped out of her 69 Beetle, walking as fast as she can to escape the eye sight of any of the menpaparazzi who knew where she lived. Amber's humble abode was in the bottom floor of a Los Angelos duplex. It was on the nicer end of the South side, closer to downtown. She was close enough to hollywood for the drive to be convienient without being so close as to worry about the sicko rapist fans trying to break in. Even so, she was no princess, she slept with a loaded 9mm Glock under her pillow. All she had to do was turn off the safety and blow the fucker away. She hurriedly unlocked the door and opened it before hearing the distinct sound of a camera shutter from outside the complex. She turned and saw a badger quickly trying to make it to the exit. Get the hell out of here you creep! she yelled, picking up a chuck of broken concrete, throwing it, and missing. She quickly walked insides and began stripping as she entered her bathroom. Her house, on the inside, was quite nice and elegant. Marble floors deep brown leathre couches. Candelabras. She lived, as Tyler Durden would say, the Ikea lifestyle. Why not though? She was wealthy. Whoever said porn wasn't worth it hadn't seen how many zeroes are on a porn veteran pay check. She turned on her bathtub's golden faucet and threw a half dozen lavender scented oil beads. She needed to soak certain sensitive areas of her body after a day long shoot like that. It wasn't like the Spring Break Sluts 2007 shoot but she was still sore. She pulled down her thin g-string thong and crawled into her bath sighing in relief. After a few seconds she began massaging her slit, an exercise she'd learned from her mentor to reduce stretching. She felt like a total bitch for chewing out Trystan like she did, but after all he needed to know his place. He was a peon an she was the celebrity. She doesnt mind being a diva when she needs to show her dominance. Though she does kind of regret not being a feral canine. They show their dominance through far more vigorous activities. She wouldn't mind having to show her physical dominance to Tyrstan, he was clever and cute... and... Amber opened her eyes and realized that her simple massaging of her woman hood had turned into full on fingering. She stuck her tongue out, panting, and continued, naughty thoughts filling her brain in a roaring torrent. Tonight might end a bit differently than she'd expected...and better than Trystan had hoped.
Thread: foxx.com (Dr. Nibbles x razerwing)

The fox grinned widely, flicking his ears at a Greayhound riding around on a Harley. This was how he escaped. He took pride in the bike he'd managed to keep for as long as he did, and as he slid up the visor, it was obvious. Oi, Greyhound! He shouted at the top of his lungs, just barely being heard over the roar of the other's engine. What made it worse was that the canine was ignoring him. With a competitive growl, he slid the visor back down, deciding to make his challenge obvious. He opened the throttle, engine roaring monstrously, forcing the Greyhound to meet his gaze, revving his own engine. 'Heh, must think this is a fake crotch-rocket.' He shook his head, leaning forward in anticipation. The second the light turned green, Trystan set the road ablaze. The Chopper had barely made it halfway down, and by the time it got to the end of the road, the Triumph was gone. Then the address came into mind. He'd go find out where she lived. After all, having been yelled at twice in two days..... although he kind of liked it from the Legend herself. He sighed, ears flicking and finally flattening against the helmet. He leaned into the wind, shifting gears and heading towards the memorized address. The roads took him downnto the South side of L.A. The nicer part. It was rather clean for where it was, but he had to double check the back of his hand. By now, after having roared down the street, his helmet and gloves were off. A duplex? The fox was confused. He knew how much money could be made doing that. The reason he was a cameraman was because he simply couldn't view himself as being as famous as Amber. He shrugged, looking around for a doorbell or a ringer when he noticed the Beetle. Aw.... no.... A beetle? He facepalmed, then knocked on the door, checking his hand again to make sure this was the right place.