Her Name Was Hannah.

Her Name Was Hannah.

I was at LAX catching a flight into Phoenix to shoot for the company Nimble Films.  I don't know why they chose to set up shop in Phoenix of all places; cheap rent, I suppose.  I would have never associated Phoenix with porn, and yet, here I was flying out of state. 

I do not like airports; they make me nervous.  Really, the entire act of flying puts me on edge.  I typically like to arrive at airports with almost no time to spare, so I don’t have a chance to re-evaluate my decision to put my life in the hands of a stranger at 30,000 feet.  In either case, I arrived at the airport with twenty minutes to spare.  I only brought carry-on, and had checked in for my flight in the morning, so I made my way straight to security.  There, something caught my eye.  I spotted somebody, a pretty young girl.

She was a tanned and leggy brunette sporting a sundress and Vans sneakers.  I stared at her until she felt it burn.  She then turned in my direction and when her eyes fell upon mine I flashed her a soft smile.  She smiled back and timidly bit her lower lip.  Then she looked away, and I noticed her nonchalantly run her hand through her long brunette hair.  

Yeah, she saw me and thought I was cute.  The animal was now loose and on the prowl.  Let the games begin 

The security line moved slowly, which was great because it gave her and I plenty of time to covertly steal glances at one another.  

I noticed she was with someone – an older woman.  “Bye mom,” my leggy brunette exclaimed as she reached the TSA agents.  Interesting.  Leggy brunette’s mother accompanied her to the airport.  Maybe she’s a bit younger than I originally thought.  I mean, she’s tall, well built, and appropriately filled out; she couldn’t possibly be any younger than eighteen, right?  A freshman in college, perhaps?  She’s probably enrolled in an out of state university and was just in town, visiting family for the weekend.  Of course, that makes perfect sense, and would explain why her mother would be was waiting for her in the security line; she missed her daughter tremendously, how sweet.

I passed through security; made my way to my terminal, and found a seat.  I closed my eyes and focused on happy thoughts to keep my mind at ease.  I envisioned my leggy brunette on her college campus, wearing floral patterned summer dresses and driving all of the boys crazy.  

I opened my eyes and suddenly there she was, my leggy brunette, sitting directly across from me in my terminal.  Alright, looks like she was coming with me to Phoenix, after all, but before I could actually work up the courage to walk over and say something, our flight began boarding.  She was in the first group of boarders, so she quickly disappeared from sight along with any hope of getting her name.  Well, for what it’s worth, it was nice lookin' at you.   

As I stood waiting to board, I realized that by the time I would enter the plane all of the aisle and window seats would most certainly be occupied, leaving nothing but the dreaded bitch seats for me to choose from.  I wondered if a seat next to my leggy brunette would be available.  I doubted it, but if by some miracle I could sit next to her I had better do it, I thought.  This was not the time to be passive, remain in the safety zone and forever wonder, “what if?”  In my mind, I promised myself that I would do it.  I already knew a seat next to her wouldn’t be available, so there was no harm in taking a hypothetical vow.  

I stepped onto the plane and assessed the situation; I could either sit between the business suits, the portly gentlemen, the new parents, the elderly women, or, what’s this?  My god, there she was, my leggy brunette, and, no, that couldn't possibly be an open seat next to her--could it?  

It seemed our meeting was pre-determined.  This was no accident.  This was fate.  I sauntered through the aisle and asked the mildly attractive older woman in the aisle seat if she wouldn’t mind standing up to allow me access to the middle seat next to her--her and my leggy brunette, of course.

I did it; phase one complete.  Now all I had to do was say something.  I couldn’t even begin to recount the many experiences I’ve had on a plane where I never said a word to either one of my neighbors, but now here I was sitting next to this cute girl I had been drooling over, and I suddenly was at a loss for words.  I had to find some way to strike up a conversation without sounding like a total creep.  

The plane hit the tarmac and as we began to speed up I carefully squeezed the book I had been reading at the time—Bukowski’s, Ham on Rye-- while muttering, “Uhh, this is my least favorite part.”  I did this all in a carefully calculated effort to inform her that not only was I an avid reader, but I was also in touch with my emotions, AKA, I was a pussy.  

My leggy brunette laughed and said, “Really?  I love takeoff,” and with enthusiasm she boasted, “I especially love when planes make banking turns.”  All I could imagine was getting a clear look thirty thousand feet below toward the distant ground.  My hands clammed up at the thought.  

We reached our cruising altitude and that’s when I noticed she was reading passages from a textbook and transcribing them into a personal notebook.  I asked,

“Are you a student?”  

“Spanish Homework.”

“Oh, do you study in Los Angeles or Arizona?

“Arizona.”

“ASU?”

“No.  Actually, I am a sophomore in high school.

Our conversation effectively came to a screeching halt.  This was dangerous territory.  My leggy brunette, as it turned out, was hard candy.

Incredulous, I tried to read my book but it was hard to keep focused.  I couldn’t contain myself and I burst out laughing.  I looked at my leggy brunette and she knew exactly why I was laughing.

I said, “So, I saw you in security.”

“And then I saw you at the terminal.” She replied.  

“I was hoping this seat would be open.”  I said.

Flattered, she asked, “Really?”  And then,  “How old did you think I was?”

“At least eighteen.” I joked.

“Almost.” She smirked.

We continued talking.  I kept the conversation light, and the two of us reminisced (well, I did anyway) about high school literature.  We talked about Lolita, The Scarlet Letter, and Othello; you know, all the appropriate English class staples.  

The plane soon landed, and as we both left to go our separate ways and continue living our separate lives, I finally introduced myself.  Her name was Hannah.   She was the first Hannah I had ever met, and for that small reason alone, our short interaction would be forever engraved in my memory. 

Babysitter Chronicles.

Babysitter Chronicles.

The scene begins with Logan welcoming the new babysitter, Haley, into his home.  He leads her into the living room to meet his wife, Krystal.  Krystal walks Haley through all of the basic baby-sitter requirements and the emergency contact list before her and Logan leave the house for their romantic evening dinner.

Time passes at the Pierce residence.  Haley puts the kids to sleep and retires to the living room couch where she finishes her homework for school.  Suddenly, the home phone rings. The caller I.D reads, unknown.  Haley answers anyway. 

“Hi, Pierce residence, this is Haley speaking.”

“Haley…are you the babysitter?”

“Yes I am.”

“Are you a…naughty babysitter?”

“Am I a what!?”

“You heard me.  Are you a bad girl?”

“Well, I—“

“Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

“I don’t know about this.”

“What’s wrong, are you scared?”

“I’m not scared!  I’m just not supposed to talk to strangers.”

“It’s fine.  You can trust me.”

“Well, if you say so, Mister.  I’m wearing black Mary-Jane’s with white knee-high socks, a plaid skirt, and the polo uniform for my school.”

“Go on.”

“Well, what else do you wanna know?”

“What color are your panties?”

“Ha-Ha.  You’re silly.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m not wearing any panties, Mister.”

“So, you are a naughty babysitter, after all, aren’t you?”    

Maybe.”

“I like that.”

“He-He.  I had a feeling you would.  You’re a pervert, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

“I like that.  Well, Mister pervert, what would you like me to do?”

“How about you play with yourself for me?”

Rather than hang up the phone and call the police in fear for her life, Haley obliges the pervert and satisfies his depravity by stripping off her clothes and rubbing her clit while moaning into the phone receiver. 

Suddenly, Krystal appears in the living room, lurking behind Haley.

“What do you think you’re, doing, little lady?”

“Oh my god!”

“You’re naked.”

“I can—“

“And you’re playing with yourself.”

“But I—“

“You are a dirty, dirty, girl.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“…I like it.”

“I….you…what?”

“You heard me.  Keep going.”

“You want me to—“

“I want you to rub your little pussy and continue moaning into the phone.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good girl.”

Haley continues playing while Krystal looks on in admiration, stripping off her clothes in the meantime.  Soon, she joins in the fun herself, groping Haley, fingering her, and eating her pussy, all the while commanding Haley to remain on the phone and narrate all the unfolding action to the voice on the other line. 

The voice says, “Tell me exactly what she’s doing to you.”

“She has two fingers inside of me and she’s pushing them in and out.”

The pervert’s voice appears within the confines of the living room, reverberating off the walls when he says, “I want you to taste them.”    

Startled, Haley turns around to see Logan holding his phone up to his ear.

“Mr. Pierce! It was you?”

Logan tosses his phone aside.  “That’s right.  Now it’s time to play.”

Logan loosens his tie as he approaches the girls.  He joins them on the couch and the two women begin worshipping his cock.  Krystal teaches the timid Haley the finer points of giving a proper blowjob. Krystal then leads by example and climbs atop Logan, riding his cock in reverse cowgirl as Haley watches and studies while rubbing her own pussy. Krystal wants Haley to learn first hand, so she instructs Haley to take her place and sit upon Logan’s throbbing meat stick. Haley obliges, and like a good little slut, she makes sure to rest her feet atop Logan’s thighs while she rides him. Krystal instructs Haley to clean her pussy juices off of Logan’s cock, and she does so while Logan and Krystal make out, commenting on how quickly Haley is learning. Logan stands and forces Krystal to kneel on the couch so he can fuck her doggy-style while she licks Haley’s pussy. Logan gropes and slaps Krystal’s supple ass, and then he puts his foot on top of Krystal’s head,  pressing her face deeper into Haley’s teenage snatch. The women swap places and Logan begins fucking Haley from behind.  Krystal returns on top of Logan and rides him in regular cowgirl while Haley sits on Logan’s face. Haley then rides Logan’s cock once more in reverse cowgirl before he finally puts both women on their knees and shoots a volcanic load of creamy pearls all over both of their pretty faces. The women then swap his cum back and forth before Krystal finally commands Haley to, “Swallow it all.”

Krystal stands and both her and Logan smile at one another in contentment.

Krystal says to Haley, “You were such a great little babysitter.”  She turns her attention to her husband and says, “Wouldn’t you agree, honey?”

“Without question; probably the best one we’ve had so far.”  He looks at Haley and says, “Now, lets get you paid.”   

Cut. Print.

Having The Edge.

Having The Edge.


The opening of the scene had up-and-coming asian starlet, Crystal Li, seductively strutting through a high-end modern apartment.  Crystal was nude underneath a skin-tight, pink fishnet mini-dress.  She walked on six-inch spiked black heels.

Crystal played in front of a full-length mirror; spitting and drooling all over her tits and rubbing it into her tight teen pussy, groping herself and whispering sweet nothings to the investigative camera lens.  Crystal sauntered into the living room where she sat atop the white pleather couch.  She continued rubbing herself, all the while staring at the camera and beckoning for a stud to come and stuff her.

Crystal confided, “I only have one thing on my mind; Big cock.”  

That was the boy’s cue.  He entered screen left.

The boy joined Crystal on the couch.  While kissing, the boy began rubbing her clit.  He dropped to his knees and began tonguing and spitting all over her warm hole.  The boy stood up and tightly gripped the back of Crystal’s hair, pulling her toward him.  She began grabbing his crotch and begging him to reveal what was underneath his pants.  

She traced the outline of his cock and awed, “Wow, its so big.  Feed me that meat.”  She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and begged, “Please, sir, may I have it?”

“You may,” the boy said.  Crystal cooed and began unzipping his pants to reveal his glorious sword.  Cut from steel, the shimmering shaft was smooth and the edges were razor sharp.  It was a tool designed to pierce.

Crystal admired the work of art in front of her eyes; she almost didn’t know where to begin.  The boy smirked in contentment.  Crystal began sucking his cock.  At first, she traced the shaft with her tongue and teased the head, but soon she was leveraging him down her throat.  She spit stringers and smeared saliva all over her face and his his meaty member.

With tears dripping out of her eyes and makeup running down her cheeks, Crystal looked up toward the boy and demanded, “Take me.”  

The boy spun Crystal around and pressed the head of his cock against her eager hole.  He slipped it in with ease and her welcoming lips enveloped his shaft.  The boy began fucking Crystal doggy style.

Crystal looked back at the boy and said, “I want to use you.  Sit down.”  Then she hopped on top of the boy’s cock and rode him in cowgirl.  

The boy spun crystal around and placed her feet upon his thighs to further amplify the size disparity between her nimble body and his fantastical fuck tool. Crystal rode the boy in reverse cowgirl. Then she fell back onto her side. The boy joined behind her and they fucked in a spoon position.

Soon, Crystal crawled away.  She turned to face the boy and commanded, “Lift your legs.”  The boy did as he was told.  Crystal dropped to her knees and began tonguing the boy’s asshole while stroking his cock.  The boy loved this.  Soon he was throbbing harder than ever and veins were protruding from his shaft.  Crystal admired him once more, “it’s so beautiful, “ she boasted.

“Now, I want you to feed me your milk,”  She said.  “I’ve been such a good slut, I deserve my treat.”  The boy did as he was instructed, and he rewarded Crystal with a shower of pearls in which for her to bathe.  

Licking her lips, Crystal looked up.  She said, “You gave me what I wanted, you're such a good boy."  Then Crystal turned back to the camera and playfully, she said, “But I still need more.  Who’s going to feed me next?”   

Cut. Print.