Blondie and Eugene

While her real name was Natasha Chatskovy; the name her fans knew her by was Blondie Bimbeaux. A stage name that suited her well for both her lustrous blonde locks, her slightly crossed big blue eyes and her general lack of any real intelligence. Blondie had never done well in school... well, she had learned how to give a fantastic blow job; but after the fourth time she had been caught having sex with both teachers and students she had been kicked out and had never gone back.

Blondie loved sex; really, really, loved it. From the first time her mother's boyfriend at the time had fucked the shit out of her; she wanted nothing more than to get her pussy stuffed, have mind blowing orgasms and fuck again as soon possible. A day without a dick stuffed between her legs was a bad day for Blondie. Fortunately, it was also very rare.

After being kicked out of school, she began stripping in clubs. It hadn't been ideal because she really wanted to fuck the clients instead of just teasing them. It was also often hard to even get a horny guy to fuck her because she was under age and a lot of guys checked. Granted, sometimes they didn't care and fucked her anyway. The down side was that she was fired from a lot of strip clubs and then had to find a new one.

It was then that she was 'discovered' by a porn talent scout. Mr Benny was very keen to offer her a contract as soon as she turned eighteen. It was hard to wait out those months, but finally she signed the contract and did her first scene on the day she turned eighteen.

Blondie loved the porn industry. She was paid to get fucked, something she would have happily paid to do if she had another way to earn money. It turned out the porn industry loved her too. Blondie had a super hot body, orgasmed very easily, even on camera; she was very vocal and was happy to do as many scenes as they could book her in. In fact, she often asked if she could do more, even if she was doing three scenes a week. After filming she almost always offered take the talent, or one or two of the crew home for a fuck afterwards.

Soon images and scenes with Blondie Bimbeaux were all over the market. The studio eventually managed to find and contact Blondie's mother. She was in Europe and the mistress of several wealthy businessmen. Her mother, Kira Chatskovy, managed to hire a smart lawyer to manage Blondie's money, get her a nice apartment and make sure that no one was taking advantage of her daughter. The lawyer even managed to have inserts in Blondie's fallopian tubes to ensure she didn't become pregnant. It was a reversible procedure if she ever wanted to have children later.

After filming a scene at the studio where her supposed step-father found her looking at porn in her room, Blondie showered. Wearing only a towel, she walked up the corridor to the office of Big Ted Tucker -- Studio Executive. Blondie never understood why everyone called him Big Ted as his real name was Leonard, but he seemed to like it.

Knocking on the door and going in, Blondie looked at the suited executive and said, "you wanted to see me, Big Ted?"

"Oh yeah," he said looking up from his desk, "I sure did. But are you just wearing a towel?"

"Ohhh," Blondie cooed, "you said you wanted to see me. How silly me." She took off the towel and showed off her marvellous nude body.

"Come here you lovely bitch," the executive growled and started undoing his zipper.

"I'm not a bitch," Blondie said sweetly. "I'm a slut. But if you want to do me like a bitch...?" Blondie moved beside his chair, got on her hands and knees and wiggled her lovely rump at him.

Big Ted's pants were down in an instant and he moved up behind her and fingered her wet pussy. "Wow, you sure are wet."

"I dried myself after the shower," Blondie replied, "that must be your fault. Please Big Ted, give it to me. I really neeeeeeee... agggghhhaaaa!" She cried out as the porn executive pushed his seven inch cock into her waiting and very ready pussy.

"Yeah, take every inch you slut!"

"Hnnnuuugggg! Yes Big Ted. Ahhhhaaaaa!"

Pulling almost all the way back out Ted began slamming back into Blondie's overheated pussy. He gripped her hips, just above her buttocks to push even harder. The pornstar's tight cunt gripped and massaged his invading cock, sucking it in and encouraging him to fuck her harder.

"Ahh, you're... so... good. Ohhhhh, fuck... me... more," Blondie said between his smashing strokes and then began to moan as the pleasure began to overwhelm her.

Ted, or Leonard, was rock hard and reached forward with one hand, pushing her neck down. "Get your head down you fucking whore and take my cock," he roared.

"Uhhhhmmmm, yes... daddy." Blondie moaned as her pussy quivered in orgasm. As she got down, she came harder as her nipples pressed the carpet and dragged against it as she was pounded from behind.

She quivered and shook as she lost control, her hot little fuck-slit convulsing around the big, invader. Blondie saw stars as her orgasm peaked causing her mouth to drool a little on the carpet, her mind blanking and rendering it even more useless than usual.

Coming down slightly from this high, she noticed Big Ted's pace suddenly doubled and he grunted, "take my fucking load slut!" He squirted and Blondie screamed, her orgasm peaking a second time as he flooded her insides with his sticky goo.

She fell to her side and his spurting dick fell out, spraying a line of cum onto her back and side. She writhed on the floor while Big Ted puffed and shot out a few more strands on her legs and the carpet.

He was still breathing heavily and staring blankly into the distance when Blondie recovered enough to scrape some of the cum off her leg and then bring it to her lips. After she licked it off and swallowed, she looked up at Big Ted and said, "Ohhhh, thank you for calling me in here to fuck me so good."

"Hmmff, uh... huh, oh, I had," he panted a little, "hoooo, give me a second." He rested on his haunches while Blondie giggled a little. She always liked when she scrambled a guys brain. She felt closer to them then because they weren't so much smarter than she was.

"Okay," Big Ted said as he managed to get back up into his chair. "Yeah, I actually wanted you to do me a favour."

"I just did," Blondie said. "But we can do it again if you want?"

"No, that was great but I was thinking of something else." The executive said. "My brother's kid, a young guy named Eugene of all things, is having a hard time. I'm sure he's never had a girlfriend, or even a girl touch him, and he's like 20 years old. Can you believe it? I mean, he's not ugly, just really shy. I was hoping I could send him to you and..."

"And what?" Blondie asked, her blue eyes showing that she didn't understand.

"And you could make him a man?"

"Isn't he already a man?" Blondie said, still not understanding. "You said he was twenty."

"No," he said, a little exasperated, "I want you to fuck him."

"I can't do that," Blondie replied. "He's the boy, he'd have to fuck me." She made a circle with her thumb and finger and then with her other hand poked a finger inside to illustrate.

"Well okay," Big Ted asked, "would you let him fuck you?"

"Sure," she said easily, "why didn't you just ask that? I love getting fucked." She sat up and reached over with one hand to grab his drooping, slime coated cock. With a voice and expression dripping with sweet innocence she asked, "are you sure you don't want to fuck me again?"

Big Ted's cock started to get hard once again in her hand, this grew as she began to stroke it. "You know, I think I will. Get on your back and spread your legs you super hot fucking bimbo."

* * *

It was Saturday morning and Blondie was just finishing up in the shower with Ben Steers, or Ben Bull as he was known in the industry, when her phone rang. He'd had a scene with her yesterday where they had supposed to have been two navy people trapped in a submarine who thought they were going to die and so fucked each other. They were then rescued by the indignant admiral.

It had been a fun scene and Ben had been happy enough to come home to her apartment and fuck. He fucked her before and after dinner. Then they watched some TV, which was porn, then they went to bed and fucked again. Blondie woke him up with a blow-job and then fucked him one more time in the shower.

Blondie just managed to get to the phone as it went to voice mail. Not hearing a voice, she left it and went back to dry off. When she and Ben were getting dressed, he said, "babe, you've got a message."

"Where?" She replied, looking around the room.

"On your phone," he said, "that's why it's beeping."

"Oh yes, that's what that is." Ben helped her get to the message bank and then they listened to five other messages that she had missed before getting the message from about fifteen minutes ago.

"Blondie, this is Big Ted. I'm sending my nephew Eugene over this morning, remember? I've given him that San-X game system that you won here last spring. I told him you need his help setting it up. He's good at that sort of thing. He should be there soon, I hope your there and that you can show him a good time."

Moments after they heard the message there was a knock on the door. She and Ben answered it to find a young man standing there. He had bright red curly hair, wore a button up white shirt with a green bow-tie. The shirt was tucked into a pair of blue jeans that looked new and stiff, complete with a belt, the buckle having a rocket ship logo in it. He was thin and his face looked like it had never seen any sign of facial hair while a pair of thick framed, black glasses seemed like a permanent feature. He was carrying a game box in one hand and had reached down to pick up a took kit that he had put down to knock on the door.

He saw Blondie wearing nothing but a silken slip that was not quite transparent. It clung to her body, emphasising her curves, hanging just below her waist showing off her long and shapely legs. Next to her was a tall, muscular black man who was putting on his shirt. Both of their hair was wet showing that they had taken a shower.

Both Ben and Eugene looked a little shocked at seeing each other. Ben then broke out in a laugh and said, "hey, good luck kid." As he walked out hand put a large hand on Eugene's shoulder before leaving.

"Good luck with what..." Eugene said weakly to Ben's retreating back.

"Come on in," Blondie said brightly, "you must be Eugene." She moved to grab an arm and he almost jumped with nervousness. Shocked, she retreated back again.

"Yyyy... yes, I'm Eugene," he said too quickly. Dropped his toolkit and held out his hand to shake. "I... I... I heard you want me to put in your game system?" After a second too long, he held out his hand to shake. They shook and then neither of them seemed to know what to do.

"Where, um, where is your television?" The geek eventually asked.

"Oh, in here," Blondie led him into the lounge area of her apartment. It had great views from the 33rd floor and was tastefully decorated with mainly white furniture and appliances. Not that Blondie had much to do with it as the stylist had chosen the furnishings.

"Oh wow," he first said admiring the vista out the windows and then said the same thing looking at her 66" television. Blondie just giggled. Turning to look at her, Eugene said, "do you know if you have dual HDMI interfaces or..."

Blondie had sat on the couch and opened her legs as he spoke. She rarely wore underwear when going out and never in her apartment. A lot of the time, she didn't even wear clothes when she was home as the guy with the telescope in an apartment across the street could testify to. For a moment, Blondie reminisced about a few occasions where she opened the door completely naked on a couple of delivery men who she managed to get to stay for a quick fuck.

Eugene turned red in the face and quickly turned around and stopped speaking. He looked behind the television and then said, "Uhhh, it's okay. I found it." He then carefully avoided looking at Blondie which hurt the young woman a little.

'Does he find me ugly?' She wondered, 'no one found me ugly before.'

She desperately thought, trying to work out something to say to maybe help him like her. "So, do you play TV games a lot?"

"Uh you mean computer games? Yeah, I have a TS-7 and an S-2, S-3 and S-4. Do you like Astoria Games stuff?"

Blondie's eyes crossed even further than normal. She didn't understand any of this. She mainly had the TV games things because the guys she invited over liked to play them in between fuck sessions. The only time she played, she never even tried to win, and when she lost she usually said something like, "you win and as a prize you can fuck me."

The silence continued which meant that Eugene was clearly expecting an answer. Blondie thought desperately, not easy for her, but came up with the title of one game she played. "Titan fight. That's my favourite."

"Titan Fight is from SS Games not Astoria," he said somewhat derisively.

'He definitely doesn't like me,' she thought sadly. 'This was going badly and he won't even look at me'.

"So, what is your internet password?" Eugene asked.

"My what?" She replied, "oh, yes. It's written there on a sticky note. It's really hard, it's D R something. I think it's named after some doctor so no one can guess it."

Eugene looked down at the sticky note she had on the TV table. "D r o w s s a p? That's just password backwards you know."

"Really?" She asked, she would never had guessed that.

Eugene's only reply was a laugh and that was too much for her. She quickly got up and ran to her bedroom starting to cry. It was so sad that he hated her because she thought he was really cute. Granted, she thought that about most men.

After a few moments to compose herself she saw her phone where she left it and after trying to figure out how to call the last number that rang her, she called Big Ted.

"Hey, Blondie, what's going on. I was sure the Eugene would be shtupping you by now."

"No, he hates me," she complained. "I think he might be gay."

"He's not gay and he doesn't hate you," Big Ted reassured her. "Trust me on this. Even gay men get hard looking at you. I've seen it in focus group figures. No, my guess is that it's just like I told you, he's really shy. You have to get him on something he likes. Or maybe just jump him, trust me, he'll thank you later once you make him jizz a couple of times."

"Really?" Blondie sniffed. "You're sure?"

"Yeah, he's got those Japanese cartoon babes all over his wall. No way that kid is gay."

It was just like the smart people that Blondie knew described it. Like a thunderbolt, she suddenly got a good idea. "I got it," she said into the phone and hung up before looking in her closet.

When she came out again, Eugene was just finishing up. He was picking up his toolbox and turning, when he saw her it just dropped to the ground with a clang. He probably didn't notice, his eyes were wide and his face turned very red again.

She was dressed as Old Glory Girl. A super heroine who was dressed in nothing but the sheds of a US flag which clung and barely covered her body. She carried part of a flagpole that Old Glory Girl used as a weapon, or at least the prop that the department gave her, and pointed at him. "You stay right there evil doer. You won't get passed me."

Eugene didn't seem to be able to move, but she did notice that his pants bulged hugely. He definitely didn't hate her now. Her plan was working. She had worn the costume during a super hero themed porn parody shoot where Doctor Mesmer hypnotised her, fucked her, and then kept her as a sex slave.

"There!" She pointed at his crotch, "you're trying to steal from me. That's mine villain." She marched up to him, got on her knees and began expertly undoing his zip. Within a two seconds, Eugene's eight inch dong was out, hard and getting harder. Blondie's pussy began to water and she muttered, "oohh yeah, that is mine."

Eugene seemed to want to say something but no words were coming out of his mouth. Blondie just engulfed the head of his cock and started giving him a blowjob. She knew she was good at those and sometimes, when she got carried away, she made some of the guys shoot their wad in her mouth well before they were ready. Directors hated when she did that.

She only got to do some of her special tricks like licking right around the head and deep-throating his cock and then humming a little before his hips started to buck. "Hoowwwuuuuhaaaa!" he yelled out and then started moaning, reflexively Eugene grabbed her head and despite not being able to breath, Blondie didn't panic. This happened a lot especially with newbies. She just increased her suction and licking while her overwhelmed partner fucked her face.

"Yeaaaaagggghhhhhaaa!" He shouted and his dick expanded, pumping his love juice straight down her throat and into her stomach. After three wads of this Eugene's shaking body made it easy for Blondie to push him away a little and she could breath again. His sloppy, slime coated and spurting cock fell out, spraying her face and body with more strands of his cum.

Still grunting with the sensations, Eugene fell back. His glasses half fell off of his face, his eyes rolling in his head and his hands twitching as they tried to cushion his fall. She always liked that the docorator had put a lot of cushions around her apartment. It came in very handy.

Breathing heavily, Blondie leaned back one hand still desperately rubbing her dripping pussy and the other idly scooping up some of the bigger splashes of cum off of her to bring to her mouth.

It took some time until both of them could talk. Blondie then smiled at Eugene and said dramatically, "oh no, I've been hit by Doctor Mesmer's mind control serum. I'm now a slave to his lustful desires." She lay back a little seductively displaying her pussy, not really covered by a few scraps of flag.

Eugene just blinked a couple of times and then said, "Uh, I'm a little confused. I think you broke my brain just then."

Blondie smiled brightly, probably doing a little more damage to his brain, but said. "That's okay. My brain never works really well. You're supposed to stand up and then command me to suck you hard again."

"Thanks," he said still in something of a daze and stood up. "I... I've never really done anything like this before. I don't want to do it wrong."

"You're doing great."

Taking a deep breath he said, "that's it Old Glory Girl. You're my slave now, so suck my dick hard again." He overacted terribly and most of the directors Blondie knew would probably make him do it again, but she didn't care.

"Yes master," she moved in and grabbed his penis. It was really pretty big and she thought it was a bit of a shame that he hadn't been using it more. Popping it back in her mouth, she relished the taste of their combined juices still coating it.

It took a few minutes to bring it back to full life and Blondie was pleased she got to do more of her blowjob tricks that she hadn't gotten to before. She even thought she got the brush of her teeth across the head just right, which can be tricky. This time she also reached up and played with his balls while she sucked and, towards the end of the blowjob, she used her left hand to counterstroke his shaft meeting her mouth in the middle.

Of course, she didn't want to go too far and once Eugene's pole was nice and hard, she lay back. "Yes master, I'll lay on my back and let you push it in." The line was improvised from Matt Pusher's who had been playing Doctor Mesmer in the shoot. "You're a fiend for taking me like this, but I bet you'll make me like it."

Spreading her legs wide, she looked at Eugene who seemed a little frozen again. She waved him in and he moved his head a little closer. "I've never seen one of... you're so beautiful. It's so sexy," he reached out and gently touched the lips of her pussy which sent a small shiver of pleasure running through her.

"Mmmmm, it feels even better," she told him. "Move up and push your prick in. You'll love it."

"I, I... I just don't want to do it wrong."

She smiled sweetly at him, "trust me, I do this a lot. It's really easy and hard to get wrong."

Pushing the engorged, purple head in between her pussy lips, he stopped suddenly, "ohh, it's so hot."

Blondie was frantically trying to inch against him and pull more than just the tip in. "Come on Eugene, push. Yeahhhhaaaaa," she sighed as he finally pushed several inches in her. "That is a really nice cock." As she said that, she felt it swell inside her, as if it was reacting to her praise.

Eugene pushed further into her and then sort of wondered what to do. His face was screwed up with pleasure, confusion and concentration and Blondie held back a laugh. She'd never seen someone use so much brain power on fucking before.

However, instinct soon kicked in and the young man withdrew his cock again and started humping, pushing his prong in and out of here well oiled slit. She started to moan as bliss began to flood her body. She was quite hot by now and it wouldn't be long before she started to cum.

"Hunnggg! You are soo sexy," Eugene said looking down at her face increasing the thrill she was feeling.

"Owwhhhuuu, and your cock is great... I... ouhhhuu... It's a shame you haven't been fucking more." Her legs started shaking, "more girls should... feel your hard cock pumping them. Ngguuuhhaaaa."

"You're beautiful," he seemed to think he should be paying her compliments now. Granted, she didn't mind, "I love your breasts."

"Play with my tits," she said to him. "Lick them, suck them,... hgguuaahhhh... even bite the nipples... yes, Yes! YESSSS!" She came with a gusto, her legs kicking out and her hands beating against his back. Explosions played behind her tightly closed eyes and she shook her head from side to side.

Just as her orgasm was building up, Eugene stopped.

"No, no, no, no, no! Keep goooing, keep fucking," she tried desperately to say as she lost control of her body. He did try and she did cum, but not as hard as she should have.

When she caught her breath, she looked up at his worried face. "It's okay. Just, when I cum like that keep going. In fact, hmmmmm, pound me harder, really feed it into me."

"Uhh, okay," he didn't seem convinced and was still concerned. But, she reminded herself, this was his first time.

She smiled to encourage him, "and as I said. Suck on my tits, I love it." He needed no more encouragement and was soon licking and sucking on her now stiff nipples. Blondie started to move her own ass as much as she could to aid his penetration. Meeting his thrusts so that he went deeper every time. His cock now seemed to have swelled even further and while his thrusts weren't that powerful, he was creating a delicious friction in her joy-slit.

"You're doing... really well," she said between thrusts, "I hope you... love this too. You're gonna... make me cum again... soon. Remember... keep pumping my PUUUUUSSSSSSYYYYYY!"

Her cum started again and he didn't stop. Indeed he did drive his cock into her with some real power, slamming into her again and again. She soon lost control, she screamed as her body shook and shuddered. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses as her orgasm crested and devastated her.

As she slowly came out the other side, breathing heavily, she noticed that Eugene was still pounding his mighty cock into her. He was now starting to grunt and cry out as well. "Oh wow," was all she got a chance to say as his impending orgasm triggered another big one in her.

"Ahhhgggllllaahhhh!" she screamed but it was probably drowned out by Eugene's own yelling. Just before the first massive blast of his ball cream, he did stop, bottomed out deep inside her. It didn't matter, the feeling of a big blast of sperm shooting into her sent her spiralling. Another orgasm on the heels of the last one crushed her brain and this cum seemed to go on forever.

When her vision cleared and she was able to think again, Eugene was laying on top of her breathing heavily just like her. She tried to move and he shifted, "oh... sorry. Am I crushing you?"

"Only in a good way," Blondie said weakly. He did roll off though and his cock slipped free of her pussy, leaking a small torrent of his cum onto the carpet below.

"I never thought that could be so good," Eugene said wiping sweat from his face. He looked different without his glasses, his eyes were blue, but darker than hers.

"Sometimes it's even better," the pornstar answered, "but that was still great."

"I'd like to do this more," the young man said getting brave enough to reach out and hug her with one arm.

"Oh, we'll definitely do it again in about an hour," Blondie replied. "You'll reset pretty fast."

"No, I meant," sudden nerves hit him, "I, I was hoping you could be... be my, my girlfriend."

"Why do you want that?"

"Because I love you and I want to do this whenever we can," his anxiety showed clearly on his face.

"You don't have to be my boyfriend to fuck me," she said to him. "I have lots of men fuck me. I love it. I'd be happy to let you fuck me a lot, you know, it's fun. But, I'm going to let other guys do it too. I'm a porn star."

He looked at her as if she'd just grown another head. "You're, you're a porn star?"

"Didn't you know?"

"No," he seemed upset, "oh no, what am I going to tell my mom?"

"Do you have to tell her anything?" Blondie asked, "I don't talk much to my mom, but I doubt she would care anyway."

Eugene got up and started pacing. "This is a disaster," he said, "if this should ever get out..."

Blondie didn't really know what to do. She didn't understand why he was so upset. Standing, she reached out and grabbed his dick and moved close. "Eugene, we had fun. I know you liked it and there is nothing wrong with it. Now, sit down and tell me what's wrong."

She let go and he sat on the couch, she sat next to him and he explained that his mother was very religious and always told him that he should study hard so that he could find a good girl and settle down. She warned him about bad girls who would only hurt him and lead him astray. Eugene seemed worried that she was somehow a bad girl who would do this.

Speaking seemed to calm him down a little and then she said to him, "I like having sex. I think you do to, almost everyone does. I don't know how I could lead you anywhere you don't want to go but I'm not going to get married and have a family with you. I'm going to keep being a porn star and getting fucked by lots of men, because I like it. You can be one of the men who fucks me if you like."

He thought about it which Blondie thought was sensible, since he was very smart and this was all about him. "You know what? I don't care too much about what my mom would think about you. We had fun today didn't we?"

"We sure did," Blondie replied and then added slyly, "it doesn't have to end."

"No it doesn't," he said. "But first, I think we should play a game or two of Titan Fight on your new game system. You should totally play Old Glory Girl."

"Okay," she said.

It took him a little more time getting everything configured and when they finally started playing Blondie was amazed by the quality of the images of the fighters and had to admit that she looked a lot like Old Glory Girl. Eugene won easily and gave her a few tips on how to play better. Then he beat her a few more times, turned to her and said, "and now Old Glory Girl, I have defeated you and you are at my mercy. I'm now going to have my wicked way with you."

The sex was even better the second time.

* * *

A week later, Big Ted told her that he really liked what she did with Eugene. He seemed like a new man now and was taking more charge of his life. Six months later, Eugene joined the studio as an "Imaging Technician" and proved popular with a lot of the porn stars. He'd still have sex with Blondie every so often and she occasionally even brought out the Old Glory Girl costume.

However, over time Eugene, who was called Gene now, started getting serious with Hot Brit Ovens, one of the other stars at the studio.