Dirk and the Porn Star

(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author. My deepest and most sincere thanks to Princess Leia who was kind enough to give me permission to include her in another one of my stories. Thank you, Princess, you’re the best, and I love you with all my heart!)

One of the good things about being both independently wealthy and retired at an early age was that any time you got the notion to just get up and go somewhere, you could. While Dirk had started out as simply ‘comfortably well off’ after he inherited some money and stocks from his parents when they were killed in a car crash many years ago, thanks to some very clever and timely investments he’d made with the help of a very good investor who also happened to be a club brother, he had gone from ‘comfortably well off’ to ‘independently wealthy’ in about two years. His holdings, to include cash on hand in addition to his stocks, were now measured in seven digits, with the first one never being lower than a ‘2.’ So now whenever the notion to just up and go somewhere hit Dirk it was even easier to just pack up his bike and go to wherever the notion took him.

Those notions hit Dirk every now and again, and last week when he was sitting in the clubhouse having some beers and a few joints with his club brothers, one of those notions hit him.

“I need to get my ass back to the beach!” he said aloud to no one in particular.

“Say what, ‘High Side?'” one of his club brothers, ‘Preacher,’ said to him from across the table in the clubhouse bar.

“Nothing, ‘Preacher,’ just talking out loud to myself,” he replied, smiling.

“Okay, brother,” he said, getting up from the table. “I’m gonna go get me another beer, you want one?” he asked, holding up his empty bottle.

“No, thanks, brother, I think I’m gonna head for the barn,” Dirk said, stubbing out his joint and getting up. He and ‘Preacher’ exchanged hugs, clapping each other on the back, and then Dirk walked out to get on his bike and leave. He nodded to the two Prospects who were stationed outside guarding the club member’s bikes; he knew that most of the full patch members wouldn’t have done that, but he did it because he remembered what it was like to be a Prospect. Out of all the members of the club, there was only one who treated him like a human being when he was a Prospect, an old timer called ‘Outlaw.’ ‘Outlaw’ was a Charter Member of the club, and was very well-respected. So when he treated the Prospects like human beings, nobody gave him any shit for it. Dirk all the time remembered ‘Outlaw’ for that, and when Dirk got his patch ‘Outlaw’ was the first person to come up and shake Dirk’s hand.

Sadly, ‘Outlaw’ was killed in a bike crash a year after Dirk had patched in. He wondered about the old biker as he walked over to his bike, got on, stood it up from the kickstand and turned the ignition switch.

“I miss you, brother,” he said softly, still thinking of ‘Outlaw.’ Then he thumbed the starter button and the bike roared to life. He dropped it in gear and rode out of the parking lot, off to his house to make plans for his trip and to pack. He was planning to leave the next morning, and he had a lot to do before then.

* * * * * * *

By four o’clock in the afternoon the next day Dirk was pulling up to the covered entrance of ‘The Windjammer,’ his favorite seaside resort hotel at his favorite seaside vacation spot. Twenty minutes after that he was standing on the balcony of his room on the 22nd floor, looking out at the ocean as he all the time did whenever he was there. He all the time stayed on the 22^nd floor, and since every room at “The Windjammer” faced the ocean he all the time had a gorgeous view of it. He took a deep breath of the ocean air and held it in his lungs, a big smile on his face.

“Man, I love this place!” he said aloud to no one in particular. He stood there for a minute or so longer, looking out over the water, then turned and went into the room. After eight hours on the road he was dirty and achy; he wanted to wash the road grime and the achiness from his body, then put on some clean clothes and head down to the bar for a drink.

The hot water of the shower felt good on his body, and by the time he was finished he felt pretty good. He used the hair dryer in the bathroom to dry his hair; he had to use it because it had gotten pretty long by now, hanging down to his shoulders. He usually wore it in a ponytail on the lower part of the back of his head, and when his hair was dry that’s just what he did with it. Then he walked out into the room and got some clean clothes out of his duffel bag, putting them on. He brought enough clothes to last him for a week, and he’d unpack later when he came back to the room for the night.

If he were alone, that is, and if things went the way he hoped they would he’d have to wait until tomorrow to unpack.

When he finished getting dressed he picked up his leather club vest from where it was lying on the bed, putting it on. He looked himself over in the mirror one last time, then left the room and headed for the hotel bar. Once there he stopped when he was in the doorway, remembering the last time he was here; the memories made him smile.

He was there last when he was in town for an anniversary party thrown by the local chapter of his club, and it was there that he met Amy. But he had first laid eyes on her here, right in this bar, when she was sitting at a table on the other side of the room with her friends Rob and Sherry.

And Sherry, as he recalled, was “a little bit psychic.” Amy had proven that to him when she told him what Sherry said he had been thinking about how it would feel to have his hands on Amy’s ass and her lips around his cock. Sure enough, that’s just what he had been thinking, and as luck and circumstance would have it, later on that night he got to experience both – more, actually.

Much, much more.

Dirk smiled at the remembrance, then made his way over to the bar. He ordered his usual, a shot of Blanton’s straight up, taking a sip out of the bourbon after the bartender placed it on the bar in front of him. He turned around on the bar stool and took a quick survey of the room.

The place was pretty empty right now, being early in the evening, but he was sure that by the time six or seven PM rolled around the place was gonna be packed. He had nothing planned for that night except to sit in the bar, have a few drinks, and do some serious people-watching, so he picked up his drink and moved to a table at the far end of the room where he had a clear view of both the entrance and the room itself. Once at the table he put his drink down, then settled down into the soft chair on the other side of the table to just relax and see what he could see.

Two hours and two drinks later the bar was almost full, with most of the tables being taken and all of the seats at the bar being occupied. He was craving something with a little bit of a different sort of kick to it, so he held open the side of his vest where the inner pocket was and looked down as he stuck his hand in the pocket, feeling to see if the little tin box of joints was there. It was, thankfully, and when he closed his vest and looked up he noticed that there was a newcomer at the bar, and a female one at that.

She was wearing a form-fitting short sleeved scoop-necked red dress that stopped just below the tops of her thighs, with a pair of black heels on her feet. Since she was standing with her back to him he couldn’t see much else, and the bartender was standing directly in front of her so he couldn’t see her reflection in the big mirror behind the bar either. All he could tell was that she was of average height, had a better than average figure with what appeared to be a simply spectacular ass as shown by the skin-tight dress she was wearing, and had very long hair that came all the way down to her lower back and was done up in one long, thick braided pigtail. She wore a big red bow at the top that matched her dress and a smaller one at the bottom of the pigtail, holding it together.

There was something eerily familiar about this woman and the outfit she was wearing, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It took her several minutes to get her drink, and all the while Dirk studied her from behind and tried to find out where he’d seen both the woman and the outfit before. Then she turned around to look for a place in the room to sit, and Dirk recognized her right away.

“Holy shit on a shingle, that’s Princess Leia!” he said to himself. Not only did he recognize her, he also recognized the dress as the one she had worn in “I Need Some Cum Before I Go” which was one of his favorite Princess Leia videos.

“Holy shit!” he said again, still in awe that Princess Leia had just walked into the bar where he was. He watched as she looked around the dim room, searching for a place to sit and finding none. If she saw that he was sitting at his table alone she never showed any sign of it, so Dirk figured that it was time to take matters into his own hands. He got up and walked over to the bar, winding his way through the tables as he did. She saw him coming and looked at him with eyes that were a little wider than ordinary and showed a certain amount of uncertainty, something that he expected considering that he was still wearing his leather vest with his patches on it. His appearance had put women off before, but he had learned how to overcome that and he did so now. He got to within speaking distance of her and stopped, putting his hands behind his back (a trick he had learned that made women feel a little more at ease when talking to a man they didn’t know) as he spoke.

“Please forgive the intrusion, but it looks like you have nowhere to sit. I would be most honored if you would sit with me at my table,” he said, motioning to the table he had just left. She looked at him with wide eyes, eyes that he all the time wondered he could get lost in, and now that he was seeing them up close and in person he felt that way more than ever.

‘My God, but she’s gorgeous! And those eyes! Wow!’ he wondered to himself.

“Well, gee, I don’t know,” she said, unsure of what to do or say. “I mean, I don’t know you, and…”

“Then allow me to introduce myself; my name is Dirk, and I assure you that I intend you no harm or malice. I only seek the company of your beauty and charm, and would be honored if you would join me,” he said. “I assure you that it would be the highlight of my night, if not my entire week!”

This caused Leia to smile and giggle a little, and against her better judgement she nodded her agreement.

“Okay, sure, why not,” she said, smiling for the first time. “Thank you, Dirk!” she said, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.

“Please, after you,” Dirk said, holding his arm out in the direction of the table. She walked past him and he followed behind her, pulling out the chair for her when they arrived. She sat down in the offered chair, with Dirk going around the table and sitting down in the same place he had been sitting before. He figured it was up to him to put her completely at ease, even though he himself was excited as hell at being in the presence of one of his all-time favorite porn stars.

“So tell me, Princess, what brings you to ‘The Windjammer’ this fine evening?” he said, her eyebrows going up in surprise. “Or may I call you ‘Leia?'” he asked, smiling at her.

“Leia will be fine,” she said, her voice soft. “So you recognized me,” she said, looking over at him as she spoke.

“I did, yes, as soon as you walked in the room,” he replied. “I’ve been a fan of yours ever since you were a cam girl, and I was very happy when you started making videos on your own.”

“Thank you for not making a fuss over recognizing me,” she said, smiling at him. “I hate it when that happens, and I really appreciate the way you handled it.”

“I imagine you get recognized a lot,” he said, and was surprised at her answer.

“No, not really,” she said, pausing to take a sip from her drink. “I don’t usually dress anything like I do in my videos or pictures when I go out, except for special occasions or when I just feel like it – like tonight. But normally I just wear my everyday clothes, most of them loose and baggy, and I always wear dark glasses. So no, I don’t get recognized very often. Unfortunately, sometimes when it happens the fan will make a big deal out of it, and that only embarrasses me,” she explained.

“The last thing I would want is to embarrass you,” he said, meaning it.

“Thank you, Dirk,” she said, smiling at him again.

“So back to my question – what brings you to ‘The Windjammer?'” he asked again.

They spent the next ten minutes just talking and enjoying each other’s business, Leia taking an occasional sip from her martini glass. Dirk was completely entranced by her, especially those deep, hypnotic eyes. He tried hard to keep his eyes from wandering down to the rest of her body, but it was tough – especially since she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her dress. He wasn’t sure about whether or not she was wearing panties, but judging by the absence of the indentation around her chest that a strapless bra would make and the way her nipples were poking out against the thin material of her dress, he was absolutely positive that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You know, I’ve always loved you in that dress,” he said, “from the first time I saw you wearing it in “I Need Some Cum Before I Go” until now, I’ve always thought you looked very sexy and hotter than hell in it,” he said. Leia gave him a big smile as she responded.

“Thank you, Dirk,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “That was a fun video to make; I was really horny and needed some cum very badly, and as you can see from the video it didn’t take me long to make him cum!” she said, her voice soft and sultry.

“I’m surprised he held out that long, to be honest,” Dirk replied, feeling the first twitches of his cock beginning to wake up in his jeans.

“Most guys can’t hold out for very long once I get my lips wrapped around their cock,” she replied, a smile on her face. She paused and took a sip of her martini as if she was thinking about something, then looked him in the eyes as she spoke again.

“But I bet you could,” she said, taking him completely by surprise.

‘Did she just say what I think she just said?’ Dirk wondered to himself as he sat there, looking back into those hypnotic eyes of hers. He was so taken by surprise that it took him a second or two to respond.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, giving her a smile, “from what I’ve seen you’re pretty damned good at sucking cock. The best I’ve ever seen, actually.” He knew Leia loved dirty talk when the mood was right, and the mood seemed to be right so he didn’t hesitate to use the word ‘cock’ in his response.

“Why don’t we go up to your room and find out?” she said, her voice soft and low, oozing sex. It took a lot to surprise Dirk, but Leia certainly was doing an excellent job at it.

“Really?” he asked, his heart pounding. “Are you serious, Leia?” She crossed her arms on the table and leaned over closer to him as she replied.

“I want to suck your cock, Dirk,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I want to suck the cum out of you, roll it around in my mouth and show it to you before I swallow it. And who knows,” she said, giving him a wicked half-smile, “maybe I’ll even let you fuck me before I make you cum! Or after, if you can stay hard and cum back-to-back, that is!”

“Oh, I can, trust me,” he said, returning her smile.

“Then why are we still sitting here?” she asked, her blue eyes sparkling.

They both stood up from the table, Dirk finishing his drink before he took her by the hand and walked with her out of the bar. He could feel the eyes of every man in the room on the two of them as they walked through the crowded room, and he just knew that all of them were thinking the same thing – ‘Man, what a lucky son of a bitch that guy is to be leaving with her!‘

And he did indeed feel like the luckiest son of a bitch on the face of the planet. He was about to have his dick sucked by one of the hottest porn stars there was, one that he had both admired and lusted for since the moment he first laid eyes on her, and if things worked out right he was gonna get to fuck her as well.

He could hardly wait to get to his room.

As soon as they were in the room Leia walked over to the balcony doors and opened them, Dirk watching her spectacular ass wiggling in her tight dress as she walked. She opened the door and stepped out, with Dirk following her. She stood with her hands on the railing, looking out over the ocean, Dirk standing beside her. When he looked over at her he noticed that her nipples were rock-hard and poking out against the front of her dress. She looked at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling and her teeth white in the moonlight.

“It’s so beautiful here!” she said, smiling up at him. “I think this is the perfect place to get started, don’t you?” she asked.

Before Dirk could reply Leia dropped to her knees in front of him, rubbing his cock through his jeans with the palm of her hand. She felt him start to respond, the lump growing bigger and harder beneath her palm, and she deftly opened his jeans. She slid the zipper down and pulled the fly open, then reached inside to grasp his cock. She was pleased to find that he wasn’t wearing undershorts, smiling at the feel of his naked cock in her hand. She pulled the growing tube of his cock out of his pants, looking up at smiling at him when she got her first look at it.

“Ooooo, nice!” she said, looking back at his cock in her hand, pumping it slowly and watching it grow. She tugged on it for a few moments, and it didn’t take long for the first drop of precum to appear at the tip. Leia ran her thumb over the head of his cock, making him jump as she spread the slick fluid around. She giggled at his reaction, and when a second drop appeared she put her lips on the tip of his cock, sucking it off. Then she slid her mouth down over the head of his cock, slowly, sucking firmly as she did, still pumping the precum out of him with her hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

‘I can not believe Princess Leia is actually sucking my dick!’ he wondered to himself as he watched her take more and more of his cock into her wet, sucking mouth. She slid her mouth up and down his now fully erect cock, running her tongue up and down the underside, reaching into his jeans and carefully pulling his balls out so she could tug on them. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, and she let go of his cock and balls with her hands just long enough to tug them down over his hips, keeping her mouth clamped onto his cock. Then she grabbed his cock with one hand again as she grabbed his balls with the other, sucking hard and pulling on his sack at the same time.

“Oh, man!” he moaned as Leia worked on him, pushing her mouth all the way down onto his cock and deep throating his entire length. She held her mouth down on his cock for a few moments, opening her mouth to run her tongue up along the underside and lick the base of his balls before she closed her lips around it and slowly pulled her mouth back up towards the head, sucking hard along the way. When she had only the head in her mouth she stopped, then began sucking on him like she was trying to drink a milk shake through a straw. This was the same technique he’d seen her use in “Leia’s Fresh Facial” and a few other videos, and it was his personal favorite. He knew that if she kept this up he’d be blowing his load in her mouth and/or all over her face in no time, and he told her so.