Adventures of Dusty Malone Pt. 01

Author's Note: This is part one of an ongoing series following the sexual adventures of Dusty Malone, the world's most famous, big-bootied porn star from Texas. All characters are fictional and over 18. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed. This is a labor of love. Let me know how you liked this first instalment!

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Eric Loader was eager to do a scene with Dusty Malone. At 38 years old he was a veteran of the adult film industry, but certainly not too old to perform. He's consistently ranked as one of the best male porn stars working, at least he was before his impromptu sabbatical. Some speculated he was actually retiring, and they were somewhat right. Part of Eric was tiring of the life of a porn star. The schedules, the physical demands. It was getting too much for him, so he decided to take a break. That was three years ago. But thanks to Dusty Malone he was coming back with a splash.

Dusty was a relative newcomer to the industry but she was already making quite a name for herself. A born Texaner, her sweet and bubbly southern girl demeanor paired well with her voluptuous tits and more importantly, her famously epic and bouncy booty. It was truly something to behold and could easily rival famous butt women like Mandy Muse and Alexis Texas. She was gorgeous, youthful, charming, wholesome and delightfully slutty. Her all-american-sweet-heart, country girl persona did nothing but accentuate the dirty eroticism of her scenes. She radiated excitement and joy, because she truly did love her work and took immense pride in it. Dusty was utterly shameless yet despite that she seemed almost lamb-like in her innocence. It was a strange contradiction and people loved her for it, among her other assets.

One person in particular who was infatuated with the young, twenty-one year old hot-shot was Eric Loader himself. As a natural ass man, he of course was spellbound by those big, lightly tanned buns she always seemed so eager to show off. For the first time in a long time, Eric had a sexual fantasy about a woman, and it was for Dusty's juicy ass.

More than that though, he was utterly charmed by her. As someone who has been working in the industry for twenty years, Eric had long forgotten the excitement and zeal of sex on film that Dusty regularly displayed. She reminded him of his old self in a way no other star had, and he had never even met her, let alone fucked her. He wanted to do a scene with her for no other reason than to meet and talk with her.

Eric was weighing whether or not to reach out with her to do a scene when the unthinkable happened. He received an email from Dusty Malone herself, asking if he was interested in doing a scene with her. In a heartbeat he sent an email right back, and the two arranged for a scene to be recorded. Eric wanted to send her another email, one that was less than professional. He wanted to ask about her, her likes, her dislikes, pet peeves, her favorite food, anything and everything about her. Fortunately, he didn't need to. Dusty had asked him if he wanted to come by her house on the beach the day before the shooting, just to get to know each other first and potentially get better chemistry on camera. It was something she supposedly did with all her costars to be, but Eric didn't mind one bit.

He came down around noon to her place. The beach air was fresh and the sun was shining. The sands were pure white and the sky and ocean crystal clear. He walked up sandy birch steps and knocked. In just a few moments he heard soft footsteps and the door opened, Eric's jaw dropped. He was expecting to see Dusty Malone, but not so much of her!

She was completely naked in the doorway, beaming like a girl on Christmas. She clearly wasn't shy at all. Eric had obviously seen her naked before. But seeing on a screen and seeing with your own eyes were two completely different things.

Her young body was curvy, but had that perfect hourglass shape. Protruding hips and delightfully narrow waist. Succulent breasts that had certainly surpassed D cups capped with big, puffy pink nipples that looked to Eric like they were begging to get sucked on. Her pubic region was shaved, in fact it was so smooth looking Eric was confident she was waxed. Thick thighs and although he couldn't see it from the front, Eric knew that behind her was the most wonderfully amazing ass. There wasn't a single tan line on her entire sun kissed body. As she smiled up at him, Eric noticed she had a tiny gap between her two front teeth. It was an adorable little imperfection that infatuated him even more than her forward nudity.

"Howdy!" she said. Her southern accent made her voice as sweet as honey. "It's so amazing to meet you! I'm a long time admirer of your work."

She seemed to puff her chest out as well, inviting Eric to eat her up with his eyes. Eric couldn't help but fall for the invitation hook line and sinker. He was still a professional though, and didn't lose his composure.

"Hey! It's really great meeting you too. Although, I do feel a little overdressed now."

Dusty looked down at herself, as if she only just now noticed she was stark naked, and practically didn't care one bit.

"Oh shucks. Sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you!"

"No, no" Eric assured her. "It's okay. Any particular reason you're naked? Is it laundry day? Are you a nudist?"

"Something like that. Why should I wear any clothes? It's so much more fun to be naked!"

Whatever the reason was, Eric still enjoyed the view. He had to see all of her though, and in particular he was hungry for a look from behind.

"That's so true! Especially in your case... Can I come in?" He asked.

Dusty, as if she too were mesmerized by the fact that the Eric Loader at her door, shook her head slightly and regained her senses.

"Oh! Of course. Come on inside. It must be hot out there."

It looks hot in there too, Eric thought.

Eric entered. Her southern sweetheart persona was definitely more than an act, because the interior of a house was something out of a southern living catalog. Fur rugs and carpets, wicker furniture and candle holders, paintings of cabins and farms, cobble stone fireplace, even mounted deer antlers.

Dusty came back into view and it gave Eric an ample view of her perfect, naked booty. Eric tried not to fixate on the object of his sexual fantasies for the past six months but it took a lot of willpower. He continued to glance at it when he could with the happy satisfaction that sooner or later he would be plunging all ten inches of his famously large cock down her oh so fuckable ass.

"Nice place you have here," Eric said, trying to make small talk to distract from the growing discomfort he felt as his erection swelled in his blue jeans.

"Thank you! I decorated it myself."

"You own this place?"

She nodded. "Mhm. My humble abode." She said leaning against the back of her sofa. "Do you want something to drink? I make the best iced tea." She grinned.

"Sure!"

"Alright. I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail." She started towards her vast kitchen, her fabulous ass jiggling like water at every step. The fire of lust inside him was getting doused with gasoline. "Make yourself comfortable!" Dusty added.

Dusty poured him a tall glass of tea with a slice of lemon and headed back. When she re-entered the living room she stepped on a pair of Blue jeans. Looking down she saw a trail of clothes. A belt, t-shirt, socks, and a pair of boxers. Her heart began pounding.

Walking over to in front of the couch she saw Eric Loader completely naked, his ten-inch cock semi-erect and pointing slightly upward. There was a comfortable confidence as he sat with his legs generously wide on Dusty's all white sofa.

"Wow... Eric..."

She too had seen Eric naked many times. Since she was a teenager in fact. But once again, it was completely different seeing it in the flesh.

"What? You did say to get comfortable." He said with a playful slyness.

Dusty covered her mouth as she chuckled. It was a habit she formed as a girl when she was self conscious about the small gap in her smile. She wasn't insecure anymore but the habit stayed with her.

"I guess I did. Don't worry though. I'm definitely not complaining!"

"It felt wrong with you being naked and me staying clothed. It wasn't fair. I figured I should return the courtesy."

"Oh thank you. Such a gentleman. A naked gentleman..." Dusty got lost admiring Eric's abs and his famous cock semi flaccid before her. She wanted to see him at full mast. Furthermore, she's never met any male who didn't get fully erect when seeing her nude. She wondered what it would take to get him fully hard.

"Anything for a naked lady... May I have my iced tea now?"

"Oh, right!" Dusty came over and handed him the perspiring glass. Their fingers touched and their eyes stayed locked on eachother. Eric thought Dusty's were as blue as the oceans. Dusty thought Eric's were as green as grass.

Dusty sat down on the white chair adjacent to the couch. It was further than Eric wanted. He wouldn't have minded if she took her seat on his lap. Dusty wouldn't have minded either, but neither one wanted to come across too desperate.

"So... tell me a little about yourself." Dusty asked, leaning forward on her knees. Eric loved the way her body curved. Every angle looked perfectly erotic. The way her plump bottom sank into the plush white chair was especially exciting.

"Well, I like walks on the beach."

"Oh, me too. I mean if you couldn't tell on your own."

"Haha, I figured. The view is really beautiful."

"I know. You should see it at sunset, the water is gorgeous."

"I wasn't talking about the beach" Eric said grinning.

Dusty laughed. "That's so corny!"

"It's true."

"Well the view I'm getting is gorgeous too."

"Thanks. I'm not as young as I used to be though. My abs are getting soft."

"That's okay. My tummy is soft too. I've got a little fluff on me."

"But in all the right places..." Eric was getting bolder in how his eyes traced over the curves of her body. "How did a sweetheart like you get into porn?" He asked folding one leg on the other.

"Oh... well that's kind of a long story."

"I want to hear it all."

Dusty gulped. The way he said it was so affirming. Something about his tone made her rub her thighs together ever so slightly.

"Well my bottom has always been a bit big. Even when I was little. I got made fun of for it... a lot."

Eric couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I got called names, was picked on, had pebbles thrown at my butt. I was insecure about it for the longest time and then I hit puberty. That's when it really got huge. It was something I was embarrassed over for the longest time. But then I discovered porn.... I saw girls with huge asses being lusted over like crazy, and boys going absolutely nuts for big butts. It really boosted my confidence. I became proud of my booty... and it became a part of my identity in a way. I admired the women I watched--the porn stars--they were so confident. They showed off their bodies without a care. Naked and gorgeous and full of..."

Dusty looked for the right word. "Bad Bitch Energy?" Eric chimed in.

"Haha yeah that. I guess I wanted to be like them and get my ass worshiped like theirs were."

"Well I'm sure your ass is getting plenty of attention now." Eric laughed.

"You could say that again. I love it. Anyways, when I turned 18 I told my daddy about my dream and he was very supportive. He helped me get my first gig."

"Really? That's so amazing!"

"He is. I fibbed a little earlier. My daddy helped pay for this place."

"He must be kinda loaded huh!"

"Yeah, he's a cattle rancher."

"Ha, so you really are a farm girl."

"The genuine article," Dusty giggled. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you agree to do a scene with me? I mean... I thought you were pretty much retired. When I sent that request I was almost sure you were gonna say no."

"How could I say no to a sweetheart like you?" Eric grinned.

"Come on, be serious! Why did you say yes to me?" Dusty was leaning forward, her elbows resting on her closed knees.

"Well the truth is I'm more of a fan of yours than I let on. I really like the work you've done. The way you carry yourself on screen, your demeanor. You're so... genuine. And that's hard to come by in this business. It's part of the reason I almost retired. But you... you remind me of why I wanted to be a porn star."

Dusty was speechless. She had no idea that her idol felt that way about her. She was reeling from the revelation that her and her hero felt the same towards one another.

"That--" Eric continued, "And that giant fucking BOOTY! How could I resist the chance to feel all that?"

Dusty and Eric both busted out laughing. "I'm happy to know your intentions weren't all noble," She said.

"Like I said, I'm a genuine person," Eric shrugged.

"Do you really mean it though? About my booty?"

"Are you serious? Believe me, Dusty. You're booty is the best I've ever seen. I've never seen anything like it. It's shape... it's size. It's perfect! Totally perfect. The booty to end all booties. The bootiest booty that ever bootied. If that makes sense."

Dusty's heart was pounding. Nothing turned her on more than a boy gushing over her ass. "You really mean that?" She said dreamily.

"Cross my heart," he answered. "Not many people know how much of an ass man I am. But I'm a connoisseur of women's asses. I'm obsessed with them."

"Really?"

Eric nodded. "Really, but honestly right now there's only one booty I'm obsessed with."

Dusty bit her lower lip and crossed her legs. "Yeah?" She said leaning back on her chair.

"Mhm. Yours. That ass is what brought me back."

"Care to take a closer look, sugar? Up close and personal."

"You're teasing me, Dusty."

"Oh I never tease."

Dusty got up from her seat. She left behind a heart shaped butt print from her heavy bottom. She sauntered over to Eric and turned in front of him. Her fool, fleshy moon was right in front of his face. She glided her hands down her sides and over her shapely butt before resting just underneath her cheeks. Eric's cock flexed at the gorgeous image.

"Beautiful..." he said. "And you haven't had any work done?"

"Nope. I'm all natural."

"Your ass really is amazing."

"Hehe, well get a good look, cause you're gonna be taking it for a ride by this time tomorrow." Playfully, Dusty slapped her own rear, making it jiggle like jello.

Eric squeezed the arm rests. He wasn't sure if he could stay a gentleman for much longer with Dusty doing stuff like this. "Hell yes..." said Eric, pleased.

"Unless... maybe... you want to have a little taste right now?"

Eric pried his eyes off the booty of his dreams. He had the sudden realization that he and the incredible Dusty Malone were alone and naked together, her ass inches away from his face.

"You're really teasing me now. You can't do that to me."

"I never tease, sugar. Why can't we have a little fun all by ourselves? No cameras." To entice him further she jutted her immense posterior closer to him. Eric was practically licking his lips.

"Your ass is looking so good..." she could feel his breath on her backside. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to have just a little taste..."

Before Dusty realized it she felt Eric's handsome face plunge between her lofty ass cheeks. His nose swiped up and down at first. Eric was a connoisseur of ladies' asses, and he was in love with her scent. So fresh. He knew she had showered beforehand. He couldn't wait to taste her too.

Dusty felt something warm and the wet trace itself along her anus delightfully. rolled her head back. She steadied herself and began pressing her rump into Eric's eager face, practically sitting on him like a bicycle seat.

Eric loved women. Adored them, everything about them. He vastly prefers their company over men, for more reasons than the obvious. He cared for them, especially during the act of love. Their stability, their comfort, their pleasure, it always took priority. It's how he found his own pleasure and in a small way it fed his ego. And Dusty Malone was now receiving the same signature treatment.

Like a gentleman he steadied her standing body, holding her thighs, her own hands clasping over his as he squeezed her yielding flesh. All the while he was ravenously devouring her ass like it was his last meal. Like his very next breath was somewhere in there. As a matter of fact, it seemed like he didn't need oxygen at all. He certainly wasn't coming up for air.

He gorged himself in the perfect booty of his dreams. It was everything he wanted. It had been so long since he lusted after a woman in this way. It made him feel young again to be so enchantingly horny for a beautiful girl, and he was head first in her perky derriere, licking and kissing and nipping to his heart's content.

Dusty was having similar thoughts as Eric's tongue explored the valley of her Texan booty. He was her childhood crush, her hero, the man who lived in her fantasies day in and day out as she rubbed herself, exploring every facet of her own budding sexuality. But this was no fantasy. He was a man, flesh and blood and muscle. Here and now in her house, his tongue slowly worked its way up her anus, probing deeper and deeper. All she could do was hold back tears, twerk lightly on his perfect face and moan as loudly as her heart wanted to.

Eric was devoted to Dusty's pleasure, and this meant giving her orders occasionally. He came up from her addictively majestic, bubbly ass for this very reason. He kept an arm around her waist to continue to support her as she started to tremble.

"Touch your toes," He said firmly. Punctuating his order was a right slap and a few sloppy kisses on her oversized buns.

Dusty was delighted to fulfill the request. She closed her heels together and stretched downward until her fingertips touched her polished toes. She was as flexible and limber as she was when she was a cheerleader in High School, a fact she took great pride in both in her line of work and in this very moment.

Eric took a second to admire the fantastic sight of Dusty Malone bending over for him. Her delicious looking bottom spread ever so slightly as she did so, giving him an even better view of her exquisite holes. She was totally open to him. Exposed. Dusty could feel his eyes eating her up. He wanted to consume her. Every morsel. Her asshole was as gorgeous as the shapely, meaty buns themselves. Small, pink, symmetrical, youthful even. Her wrinkled anus twitched in a tingle of need. It was all the invitation Eric needed. He went in head first yet again straight into heaven.

Dusty could barely keep herself steady even with Eric's strong assistance. Her ass was the nucleus of her sexuality. It defined it and was her white hot erogenous zone that was more sensitive than any other body part. And Eric was leading a relentless, tongue slashing assault on it. Warm and slick and adventurous, it glided all over her buns at first but now was paying special focus on her tiny orifice; the crown jewel of her beautiful rump.

His bold tongue probed it, twirled around it, worked it over, and finally was starting to enter inside. It wiggled inside her joyously. Dusty was exhilarated to have any part of him inside her. The tip of his tongue will do nicely for now. His tongue slithered inside her rubbery rectum as if it was coming home, his hands still firmly planted on the fleshy globes of her firm butt, keeping them parted and her hole wide open. Her ass was so lovably fat that his fingers sank into it, creating bulges of squeezed booty meat between his fingers. His tongue inched inside deeper and deeper, tickling her rectum from within and driving her insane with intense pleasure and flaming lust.

To her frustration she couldn't grind against him in her more restricted position, but that only added onto the deliciousness of Eric's loving torture. She was at his mercy, and although she didn't know it, he was at hers. He devoured her ass like it was his last meal, his last blessed meal on Earth and although it was a virtually selfish act it was doing wonders for Dusty and her enjoyment. His tongue whipped, and stretched, and tickled, in and out, in and out, wet and exciting and electric. It pushed her closer and closer to the edge, faster than any man had brought her to before. He did more with his tongue than many men could do with their cocks. With nothing but a rim job, Dusty Malone was becoming a moaning, wrything mess, kept upright by nothing but Eric Loader's strong arms. It started as a hot sensation building in the button of her overstimulated butthole that slowly trickled down her folded body and seeped into her delightfully neglected loins. A strangely soothing but expecting sensation that refuses to be ignored. It built up inside her ready to burst and manifest itself. Closer and closer over the edge until at just the right moment when his tongue flicks in just that perfect way to set her off. A chain reaction occurs, like a high grade explosive at the center of her ass and rippling warm pleasure right into her fingers and toes. She was no longer moaning but screaming. Eric grinned at the sound of it. He watched her puckered booty hole clench and unclench in orgasm with happy satisfaction and lovingling kissed the inner part of her right butt cheek.

He pulled her back towards him, she wanted to collapse now and Eric made sure she did it on top of him. It was only the chivalrous thing to do, plus he wanted to use the opportunity to grope her. Dusty didn't mind. There were droplets of sweat glistening on her forehead. She looked sweet when she was tired. Eric rubbed her softly while she got her breath.

"I've never orgasmed from just a rim job before... you really are good. No--Amazing! That was incredible."

"I'm glad. You deserve only the best." Eric said tenderly.

She snuggled into him with her back against his torso. "Could we take a little break and cuddle? I just need a little rest before we can have more fun."

"Of course!" He wrapped his muscled arms around her small frame. "I love cuddling. It's even better than sex if you ask me. In fact I could cuddle you all day and night if you want."

She wiggled against him giggling. He could smell her hair. "I love to cuddle too. Let's stay like this then. We can cuddle the afternoon away."

"I'd like nothing more," he whispered as he kissed the very crown of her head.

The two porn stars rested languishly together in the chair built for one, enjoying the warm sensation of skin against skin. They basked in this afterglow of puppy love together, just enjoying eachothers company with just the slightest undertones of sexuality beneath. Eventually, Dusty moved so she could face Eric. Stomach and breasts against his torso. Eric was enjoying the feeling of her repositioning himself, and finalized the transition by clapping his hands on her abundant booty. It was the best way to really get a hold of this girl. There was so much to grab onto!

Dusty didn't say anything but he could tell she loved having his rugged hands on her ass. It made her feel loved, wanted, enjoyed and yes--even owned. Her cute lips smiled more and her eyes radiated comfortable happiness. Eric had never encountered a woman who was so centered around her own booty. It was new, exciting, and certainly welcome.

She rested her head against Eric's neck, the top of her head fitting perfectly under his chin. Eric put his free hand on her bare back and rubbed it tenderly. Her skin was gloriously soft--almost addictive to the touch. Taking full advantage of the opportunity, he kissed the very top of her head again.

It made Dusty open her eyes in surprise and squeeze Eric with her own body, like she couldn't bear to let go of him.

"Eric," she said softly, "have you ever been in love before?"

Eric was opening his eyes now. It wasn't a question normally asked by a co-star. On the other hand, she wasn't a co-star. Not yet anyway and certainly not now. There was no camera. No money involved. This was all of their own will, for their own desires. He thought for a moment and answered best he could and as honestly as he could.

"I don't know about love love. In a way I've loved every girl I've done a scene with, but that's not quite the same. Do you know what I mean? I've had girlfriends when I was really young. I cared for them a lot. But true, honest to God, Hollywood ending love? I'm not so sure. Maybe love like that doesn't exist. Although--"

"What?"

"Well, there was this one girl."

Dusty gazed up at Eric with a fascinated look.

"Her name was Lena. Lena Lewandowski. She was Polish, and a stunning girl. Hair so blonde it was almost white, perfect skin, pedal pink nipples, and these piercing eyes... she was flawless."

Dusty didn't feel jealous at Eric's clear admiration for this girl.

"She just moved to the states and was looking to start her career in the industry ASAP. As soon as she turned eighteen she signed up for porn, and as you can imagine the industry jumped on her. By luck of the draw, I was to be here first co-star."

"Lucky her."

"No--lucky me. She really was beautiful. Gorgeous. Swollen tits and an ass that was small, but very shapely. And I wasn't just her first co-star, I was gonna be her first."

"Virgin?"

Eric nodded as pleasurable memories clouded his eyes.

"I had never had sex with a virgin before. Certainly not on camera. That made the whole thing exciting for me. But it wasn't at all like what I anticipated. She was already skilled. Either she was a prodigy or wasn't really a virgin. I'm inclined to believe the former just how genuine and innocent she was. She laughed nervously throughout as I did, and oh God was she tight... so fresh...

"Anyways, after that I felt responsible for her. I was twenty five at the time and she was only eighteen. I know that's old enough to consent but at that age she was practically still a kid. She was different from any other woman I had fucked before, that sweet girl made love to me like no other woman. I wanted her. Not just as a fuck... but as a bride."

Dusty was utterly surprised by this confession. Eric Loader wanting a bride? He always came across as a cool loner type character. Mysterious and tender but always in some way distant. The kind of man to make love like he meant it but never want to stay tied down. In order to keep from catching feelings and reducing his ability to fuck as many girls as possible.

"Our last shoot together I tried to make it count. I must have fucked harder than I ever had in my life. I was fucking her so hard because... I wanted to somehow get her pregnant. There was no way, of course. She was on the pill. But... well it was just a fantasy."

"Most guys don't fantasize about getting a girl pregnant out of love."

"I'm not most guys I guess," he chuckled.

"You could say that again," she said in a dreamy tone.

Eric laughed softly again. "I figured if I could get her pregnant she would be stuck with me. She would have to stay in the states, maybe even marry me. Then I don't know. Have a litter of kids. White picket fences and all that. I think we would have made beautiful kids... sorry this must sound really pathetic, huh?"

"No! Not at all... I think it's sweet. Like I said most guys don't think about stuff like that."

"I'm happy to be different then."

There was a comfortable quiet between them as they shared their body heat. Dusty shifted slightly, pressing closer, as if gathering courage for something.

"Eric?" she murmured.

"Hmm?" his eyes were closed. Just resting them, but napping was not off the table.

She hesitated, then took a breath. "Do you think you could ever feel that way about someone again?"

Eric blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Well..." She exhaled, pressing her forehead lightly against his chest. "I think I feel the same way about you that you did about Lena."

Eric's arms stiffened slightly around her before relaxing. "What? You don't mean..."

She tilted her head up, eyes searching his face, nervous but determined. "Yeah. I guess you could say I have a little crush on you."

For a moment, Eric just looked at her. He wasn't the type to get swept up in romance--he'd made peace with the idea that love, at least in the way people fantasized about it, wasn't meant for guys like him. But now, with Dusty curled up in his arms, her voice small but certain, he felt something shift inside him.

"And not just in a 'I want to sleep with you' kinda way?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

"No. More than that." She swallowed. "I want us to be more than co-stars. I want to pursue a real relationship with you." She snuggled against him. "If you'll have me."

Eric exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The idea of a real relationship wasn't something he'd let himself consider in years--but the thought of turning her down, of letting this moment pass, suddenly felt wrong.

"Well," he said, squeezing her a little tighter, "I guess I can give love another shot."

Dusty's eyes lit up. "Really? You'll give me a chance?"

He smirked. "Hold on there, little lady... first, we need to drain some of this sexual tension. That way I can be sure this connection isn't just horniness." He ran his hands down to her hips, pulling on her perky tushy. "In other words, I'm gonna have to fuck you."

Dusty laughed, relaxing in his grip. "I was hoping you'd say that..."

As their laughter died down, Eric brushed a stray strand of hair from Dusty's face. "Before we get too carried away, we need to talk business."

Dusty raised a brow. "Business?"

"Yeah. I need to know what is and isn't acceptable for me to do to you tomorrow."

She nodded, her professional demeanor slipping in for a moment. "Right. Almost anything is acceptable, but basic limits apply--no scat, no water sports. Choking and foot play are fine, just don't go overboard."

"Fine with me. Anything else?"

"The most important thing." She hesitated, then met his gaze. "I'm still a Christian woman, Eric. I don't believe in sex before marriage."

Eric tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come again?"

"I mean vaginal sex," she clarified. "That's why I only ever do anal."

Eric stared for a moment, then let out a short laugh. "Wait--so you're telling me you do porn, but you're saving your virginity for marriage?"

Dusty gave him a playful shove. "Hey, don't laugh! I take my faith seriously."

"I'm not laughing at you, I swear," Eric said, still grinning. "I just--damn, Dusty, you're full of surprises."

She crossed her arms, but her lips twitched. "You don't think I'm a hypocrite?"

Eric shook his head. "Not at all. I respect the hell out of that. Erm--I mean, heck."

Dusty giggled. "You can say 'hell,' sweetie."

"Well, then," Eric smirked, gripping her ass with both hands, "Dusty Malone, you've got one helluva BOOTY."

She squealed as he delivered a firm smack, giggling as she melted into his arms. Eric relished in the realization that he was about to embark on one hell of a sexual adventure--with the most adorable, big-bootied woman he'd ever met.