So. This is a story. It is fictional. However the character  tells us it is a true story. (Just to avoid confusion :))
This is a longer slower story than my others with no sex for a while. Hence it is under romance.

So. You know you have that one pornstar you love. The one you watch all the movies, even the 20 second clips. You read their bio and know all about them. Sounds creepy I know, but we all latch onto one woman, or man as our favourite. For me it was the star Carol Foxxx. I loved her. The way she had a hour glass figure, about size 14/16 but not fat, just curvy. She has a massive arse that looks good to spank and a pair of tits to die for (or between :p). Long black hair that reaches to her arse and big bambi eyes that could beg the sun from the sky.

Many a time has a tissue been soiled to this girl and I think her face is burned onto my screen. I would have longed to fuck her when I was a teenager but as I grew I put away childish fantasies. At 17 I developed a device that changed soldiers body armour. Cheap,  strong and light the new armour saved 70% more young men and got me a hefty M.O.D income.

So there I was at 26 having just had some lunch standing in Picadilly Circus arguing in my brain if I needed more books from Waterstones. Afterall I had hundreds to read anyway! As I stood there I noticed an obviously lost tourist trying to figure out where to go. She was about 6′, long dark hair and a hefty booty. Deciding as I was bored I could spare some time I apporached her to help. “Excuse me miss, do you need some help?”

As she turned I looked into the face of my teenage godess. She had been 18 at the time and was now 30, but she had lost none of her Seraphimic looks. I had to concentrate hard not to look too stunned.
“Er. Im looking for Big Ben.”
“Ill take you if you want. Wait! No! That sounded less creepy in my head!”
Carol giggled.  “It was a bit creepy, but a guide would be appreciated”.
“This way my dear” I said pointing towards Leicester Square.  As we started off I noticed she had a suitcase. “Not checked in yet?”
“No. I havent found a place to stay yet.”
“Ok.” I said “Mini tour! This is Leicester Square.  You might have see  the odeon over there from some premier nights?”
“Oh yeah!”
We walked out of the square chatting about movies we liked. I was a sci fi and historic person, she liked action with strong women in the lead. We both agreed ryan gosling was lush.
As we got to traflgar square I stopped her. “So this is trafalgar square with Nelson’s column. “
“He was like a king right?”
I chuckled “A king of the seas maybe. Nelson  was an admiral. He was, and probably is still one of the greatest naval heroes of all time. He won the battles of the Nile and Trafalgar,  keeping Napoleon in Europe.”
Carol had a intense stare on her face. “Thats amazing. Wish the United states had heroes like that.”
“George Washington was pretty cool”
She sighed, her enormous cleavge rising in her low cut top. “Spose so.”
We carried on down to Big Ben where we did the tourist thing and took a few photos. “Where now?” Caroll asked.
“Southbank!”
We walked across Westminster bridge and headed for Waterloo, past
the London Eye and Aquarium until we got to the shops outside the Southbank Centre. “Lunch?”
Caroll raised an eyebrow at me. “Your still a stranger, I’m not sure its appropriate”
I smiled. “I’m just hungry is all. Pay for our own. We can even sit at different tables if you want.”
As she went to protest her stomach grumbled.  “Well, seems thats decision is made” she laughed.
We did sit together in the end and chatted about how her flight was and some of the sites from her home town – Chicago. “Must be fate our meeting” I laughed.
“How so”
I pulled out my keys and showed her my Bears fob.
“Hahah. Never would have pegged a brit as a fan!” She laughed
“Actually there is a massive following” I said looking at the bill. “50/50?” I asked.
“Sure”

After our meal we wandered around a bit, me having fantasies of her beautiful body and her ignorant I knew she was in Porn, chatting about London.  Soon it was 5pm. “Wanna see a show? You are in the Westend” I said as our tour brought us back to Leicester Square.
“I think not. Thats very forward!” Caroll said blushing slightly.
“Oh nothing intended,  I know your not single” I quickly said.
Caroll looked ready to scream and I realised my mistake. “Oh. Shit. Im not a creep. I just watched you in porn!” I blurted out.
She slapped me across the face. “Is this some kind of plan to fuck me? Your disgusting!”
I caught her wrist. “No. I just wanted to know the woman behind the star, and then I startwd to have a good time. Your a very interesting person!”
She fumed at me a little more then suggested I bugger off. I shrugged and told her to look me up at my flat (its pretty hard to miss) if she needed anything.
“Fuck off” was her eloquent reply.

So. As I sat watching TV, I thought ‘that could have gone better. Could have been worse though’. When there was a buzz on the intercom. I pressed the button “Hullo?”
“Hi, it’s Caroll. Can we talk?”
“Sure”
What can I say, I was having fantasies again! If only my fantasies knew what happened next!!!

Caroll walked in and we sat on the sofa. “I’m sorry for hitting you. It was a shock and I was angry. I felt used.”
She said eyes downcast.
“You needn’t be sorry. I should have mentioned it earlier. I was just having too much fun.”
She smiled at me and my heart skipped. She had a lovely smile. All secretative like she has a suprise to tell you about.
“Mentioning my ex was also a bad move, but I suppose its not on the web yet that we slit up.”
“Oh no!” I said both hopeful and upset she was sad. “What happend?”
“He couldn’t put up with me fucking for money. He thought me a whore.” Tears were falling from her beautiful green eyes as she confided in me.
“Your not a whore. There is a difference!” I told her, heart aching she was so distraught.
“Thank you” she whispered and started to kiss me, her wet cheeks cold against my skin, her soft lips moving on mine. We kissed for a bit as I just held her, but I could feel her wanting. She reached down to massage my hard cock through my jeans and slowly I pushed her away fron me. She looked at me with teary eyes “Do you not want me? ” she asked quietly.
“Caroll, I have wanted that body of yours since I was 14, and I have wanted you as a woman for most of the day.”
Caroll smiled at my frankness.
“I just want us, that… er” I stumbled over my words.
“Just say fucking” Caroll helped.
‘Look if we fuck I want it to be off of a postive emotion not a negative one. You are obviously upset at the moment and I don’t want to take advantage.”
“Thank you,I think” Caroll sat quietly for a few minutes. “Can I stay here tonight?” She whispered.
“Sure, Ill make up the spare bed”
“Thank you. Can I borrow a shirt too? I left my stuff at the hotel and its late.”
I gulped at the idea of her in the sexy “boyfriend shirt” look and nodded.
I gave her a quick tour of the flat before bed and retired to my room.
I drifted off to sleep, thoughts switching between lust, adoration and hate. The last reserved for a man who would throw away a beautiful woman for a simple job!
During the night I had some dreams of fucking Caroll Foxxx, and got the suprise of my life when I woke up. No longer was I alone. Nestled I to me was Caroll.  And she was stark bollock naked!!

With the embarrassing morning wood nestled comfortably  between her buttocks, I tried to slide away from Caroll.
“Mmmmmm  dont go” she said sleepily, rolling over to look at me. She smiled with her tussled hair and sleepy eyes “Good morning handsome”
All I could think to saw was “Why are you here?”
She looked hurt “I needed the company, the touch of a human.”
Lifting her lowered head I kissed her deeply.  “I was just suprised. You must remember I’ve wanted you since I was 14.”
“I know” she purred as one of her slender hands encircled my cock in a gentle but firm grip. “And now I want you. Please dont make me wait any longer.”
At this request of my teenage lust obession to fuck her… how could I say no!
Pushing her onto her back I kissed her fully on the lips before kissing her neck then massive tits. My tongue flicked across her gorgeous nipple.
“You bloody tease! Fuck me” she growled tugging on my cock.
“I can’t believe this is happening” I whispered as I slowly lined my cock up with her sopping pussy and started to easy into her.
Caroll Foxx, the famous Caroll knew what she wanted though and grabbing my buttocks slammed me into her right up to the hilt.
“Fuck me like you always wanted to” she growled in my ear, her nails scrathing down my back “let me be your porn slut goddess for you.”
I pulled my cock out and thrust into her up to the hilt again.
“Harder” she moaned, and her voice alone almost made me cum!
I slammed into her again as her hands intertwined  into the headboard lifting her large breasts up. I paused in my fucking to suck one of those gorgeous nipples into my mouth.
“Mmmmmm” she groaned and clutched my head to her breast, her other hand stroking her pussy around the cock that impaled her.
Letting her nipple go with a quick bite, I felt her shuddered with pleasure before I grabbed her shoulders and as I slammed my cock in, pulled her down on to it.
Caroll didnt say anything just let out a long moan until she ran out of breath. “You like this you slut” I whispered, my lust taking control.
“Yes! Oh God Yesssss!” She panted as I fucked her with renewed vigor.

Eventually, both of us dripping with sweat, I shouted “Im gonna cum!” and tried to pull out.
Again Caroll controlled what she wanted, a primal look on her face and wrapped her legs round my arse, keeping my in her as I shot my load into her, each squirt feeling like heaven, and by the look on her face Caroll thought so too. As I stopped comming I grabbed her nipples, remembering her reaction when I bit one and twisted them gently. I felt her pussy contract in orgasm as eyes rolled back in her head. “You bastard, you brilliant amazing bastard!” She sighed as she came down.

“You on the pill?” I asked after we had both  collapsed onto the bed.
“No.” She said and quieted any further questions  with a deep kiss.

We fucked all day like there was no tomorrow. Caroll taught me a few things to make me last longer and in return I got to try all the things she had done in front of camera. Well not all, some we saved for later….

To wind this story up, me and Caroll are very happy together still. She still does porn, I wrote some scripts and never once doubted her loyalty, in fact she is reading this over my.shoulder as I write it, her breasts rubbing on my naked back begging me to write another after I ‘Fuck her slutty arsehole’….

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