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  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Design: Selena Kitt

  Pornocopia © 2008 Carl Hose

  eXcessica publishing

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  Pornocopia

  By Carl Hose

  Table of Contents

  Banging in the New Year

  Blast from the Past

  Booze, Toya and No Boys

  Bumping Monkeys

  Confessions of a Heel

  Cupid’s Confessions (The Little Prick with the Big Bow)

  Eating Peaches

  Exposure

  Goodbye Goody Two-Shoes

  Group Effort

  Hard Proposition to Swallow

  Her Room

  Higher Education

  Hot Chocolate, Whipped Cream

  In the Pocket

  Irish Cream

  A Little Too Eager

  Long-Distance Love

  Love in Chains

  Lube Job

  Maid for You

  Meat Me in the Middle

  Mount Angel

  My Doll

  My Friend’s Hot Mom

  Not-So-Sleeping Beauty

  Ocean Hideaway

  One Night in L.A.

  Piece of the Past

  The Pink Place

  Pirotica

  Plain Brown Wrapper

  Rapunzel’s Escape

  Road Trippin’

  Santa’s Stockings

  The Sexy Pants

  Slippery

  So Rachel

  Banging in the New Year

  Belinda Walters looked at the clock hanging on the wall to the left of her desk. It was an old clock. One of those round ones you always see in school classrooms. The kind with the big hands, which meant there was no chance of not being able to see what time it was. Big hands that never let you miss the hours and minutes ticking away.

  The clock was a reminder. It was the clock she’d had since she opened her business, back when she was still struggling to make a go of it.

  It was only ten p.m., but Belinda was already tired. There was a good possibility she would be here all night. That was one of the bad things about being in business for yourself. When there was work that had to be done, holiday or not, you had to do it.

  It was New Year’s Eve. All of Belinda’s employees had taken the day off, and none of them would be coming in tomorrow either. There were year-end accounts that had to be cleared, orders to process, and bills to be paid. Belinda couldn’t afford to take time off for holidays. Not if she wanted to stay in business.

  Belinda was a bitch, no two ways about it. In the cut throat world of business, a girl had to do what it took to stay on top of the game. Still, even she wasn’t bitch enough to force her employees to work holidays. Well, she was, but she never did, simply because it would make it hard to keep employees around, and that meant she sometimes worked long hours to pick up the slack.

  She enjoyed it, though. She was a workaholic. Driven was how she preferred to think of it, but the truth was, she was a workaholic. She was inspired by comfortable living, and comfortable living was only brought about by ample cash flow, and ample cash flow was achieved through hard work.

  Belinda Walters was in the business of sex. Her company specialized in high-tech sex toys, virtual reality sex games, and some of the old stand-bys done with the latest in realistic rendering. She was on the cutting edge of the sex industry, with clients ranging from porno stars and sex club owners to the rich and famous.

  Sex was money. Actually, pleasure was money. People were willing to pay big bucks to be pleased, and sex was simply one way to get pleasure.

  She turned her attention to the stack of work in front of her. Maybe she needed to start thinking about relaxing a little. She really didn’t have to work so hard anymore. The company pretty much ran itself, and really, was one night going to make a difference?

  Next year, she thought. My New Year resolution. I won’t work so hard, I’ll at least take the holidays off.

  She rubbed her eyes. Damn, she was tired. She went over to the coffee pot and poured herself another full cup. Strong and black. That’s what it was going to take to get her through the rest of the night.

  She sat back behind her desk and began going over some proposals regarding the production of her company’s newest line of dildos. The production costs had come down due to the line’s popularity.

  She glanced at the prototype sitting on the desk next to her computer. It looked so real and inviting that she had trouble resisting the urge to touch it.

  She picked up her coffee cup instead.

  Her eyes kept shifting to the dildo. She picked it up and closed her fist around it as best as she could. It warmed to her touch.

  This one was nine inches long and nearly half that size around. It was a Caucasian model, second only in sales to its ebony counterpart, made of a new type of material that conducted body heat and distributed it evenly. Beneath the fleshy “skin” were tiny sensors that detected both pressure and moisture, causing the dildo to react to individual users in different ways.

  Belinda ran her fingers up the full length of the dildo and down the other side. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her chair, and brought it to her mouth, letting her tongue slide around the smooth, soft tip of it. She closed her eyes and slipped one hand inside her blouse, letting her fingers travel under the silky edge of her bra cup until she found her nipple.

  She caressed it. It was so sensitive to her touch. It felt like a thousand tiny little charges of pleasure shooting through her. It had been so long since she’d had any sort of sexual encounter. That was one of the drawbacks of putting all your time into work. It left no time for personal pleasure.

  She unbuttoned her blouse and tugged her bra down below her breasts. Her pale pink nipples stood up hard and eager. She stroked and pinched them as she licked the head of the dildo and took it in her mouth.

  She unsnapped her jeans and thrust one hand down the front of her pants, into her panties, curling the finger into her damp opening, plunging it all the way inside her. She wasn’t getting any work done this way, but what the hell, you only lived once.

  She withdrew her finger and brought it up to press it against her clit. She lifted one leg and propped her foot on the edge of the desk, opening herself wider. She gasped as she found her pleasure spot and manipulated it with deft strokes, spreading her silky slick juices around.

  She came quickly, releasing pent-up sexual desires she’d kept in check for too long. She withdrew her hand from her jeans and licked her wet finger, tasting the sweetness of her climax.

  The phone rang, startling her from the afterglow of orgasm. She tossed the dildo back on the desk.

  “Hello?” she said into the receiver, brushing thick blonde hair from her face.

  Gina Martin was on the other end of the line. She�
��d almost forgotten about the

  meeting she’d scheduled with Gina and her husband Rick.

  Gina and Rick were exotic dancers whose show drew major attention across the United States. Both were in their mid-twenties, both had the same dark shade of red hair, and both were extremely attractive people. It was easy to see why they were so successful.

  Belinda’s company had a contract to provide them with some of the high-tech props they used in their shows. Additionally, Gina and Rick wanted to contract Belinda’s company to design a special set for the show. Belinda had decided up front that she would handle their account personally.

  “We just finished a show,” Gina said. “We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

  “I’ll see you then,” Belinda said.

  She hung up and went into the bathroom to clean herself up. She brushed her hair, touched up her makeup, and then started a fresh pot of coffee. When Gina and Rick arrived, she let them into the building and ushered them into her office, offering them something to drink.

  “I just made coffee,” she said. “Or I could get you something a little stronger.”

  “I’ll take something stronger,” Rick said.

  “Me too,” Gina added. Belinda poured Bacardi Gold, a dark, slightly sweet rum that always put her in a sexy mood. Not that she needed any mood alteration. If she felt any more sexy, she wasn’t sure what she’d have to do to alleviate the problem.

  She concentrated on business. Rick and Gina sat on the Ocean Avenue leather couch she’d purchased for the office. She’d also purchased a plush matching chair, which she now sat in, crossing one leg over the other.

  “First, I’d like to thank you for stopping by. I know you had a big show tonight, and this could have waited until tomorrow…”

  “It’s no problem,” Gina said. “We’re actually interested in getting this project off the ground as soon as possible. We’re grateful you were willing to see us on New Year’s Eve.”

  As Belinda listened to Gina and Rick discuss their vision, she couldn’t help but steal an occasional glance at Gina’s long, shapely legs. Gina wore a Catholic schoolgirl blouse and a very short plaid skirt. When Gina crossed or uncrossed her legs, Belinda caught glimpses of the modest white panties she wore underneath.

  Gina caught her looking. She continued talking about business unabated, but the way she looked at Belinda suggested that she was not only aware of Belinda’s attraction to her, but that she encouraged it as well.

  “Would you like another,” Belinda asked, indicating their empty glasses.

  “Please,” Gina said.

  Belinda retrieved the bottle of rum and filled everybody’s glass, including hers. “We’re also carrying a new line of sexy outfits,” she said, sitting back down in her chair. “Some of them would fit in well with your shows.”

  “I’d like to see some of them,” Gina said.

  “I don’t suppose you’d model?” Rick suggested.

  Belinda blushed and waved the suggestion aside. “I don’t think I’d be comfortable doing that,” she said.

  “Why not?” Gina asked.

  Belinda was only thirty-five, and she knew deep down that she was sexy, but she didn’t feel confident enough to expose herself in skimpy outfits to a pair of professional dancers-two people who made their living turning other peoples on.

  “I’m not very good at modeling,” she said, bringing her glass to her lips to sip her rum.

  “That’s nonsense,” Gina said. “A woman as attractive as you could model a burlap sack and make it look good.”

  Belinda blushed again, this time so much so that she could feel the heat flushing her cheeks. “No, really-”

  “Come on, just one or two outfits,” Rick said. “Just enough to give us an idea what the line is like.”

  Belinda finally consented. Not because these two represented so much business, which they most certainly did, but because the thought of being nearly naked in front of them excited the exhibitionist in her.

  She disappeared into another room. When she came back, she was wearing a tight, very form-fitting black leather dress, fishnet stockings, and shiny black shoes with stiletto-type heels. Her thick blonde hair, which she’d had back in a ponytail, now fell over her shoulders in a wild tangle. The front of the dress was cut low enough to expose the creamy round edges of her breasts.

  “Wow,” Gina said.

  Rick whistled appreciatively.

  Gina moved over to Belinda. “I love that,” she said. “What’s it made out of?”

  “It’s leather,” Belinda said.

  “It’s so soft,” Gina replied, sliding her hand over the curve of Belinda’s waist.

  Belinda shivered slightly at the touch of Gina’s hand. When she made no move to reject Gina’s overt come-on, Gina ran her hand over the front of the dress caressing the swell of Belinda’s right breast.

  Rick lit a cigarette and settled back on the couch to watch.

  Gina kissed Belinda, at first brushing her lips over Belinda’s mouth tentatively, then letting the tip of her tongue flick across Belinda’s lower lip.

  Belinda responded by parting her lips slightly-just enough to allow Gina’s tongue to gain access.

  Gina pulled Belinda close, sliding her arms around Belinda’s waist. The kiss grew more insistent. Belinda melted against Gina, accepting Gina’s wet tongue into her mouth.

  Belinda slid her hands, lifting Gina’s tiny plaid skirt, cupping Gina’s panty-clad ass in her hands. She pulled Gina tighter against her, squeezing Gina’s bottom. Gina pressed closer to Belinda, rotating her hips, grinding against her.

  They finally broke their kiss, both of them gasping and flushed. Gina unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, then her bra, letting her tits fall free.

  Belinda turned around, lifting her hair from the nape of her neck. Gina unzipped the dress, and Belinda slipped it from her shoulders and peeled it down to expose her sexy figure, naked now except for panties, fishnets, and heels.

  Rick joined the girls in the middle of the room, pressing himself against Belinda from behind, slipping his hands around her waist.

  Gina knelt in front of Belinda, kissing the soft swell of her mound through her panties. She tugged the panties down just far enough to uncover the silky blonde tangle of Belinda’s pubic hair.

  Gina moved lower, sliding Belinda’s panties down as she went. She flicked her tongue between the plump lips of Belinda’s pussy, which Belinda kept smooth shaven. Gina’s tongue found the little pink nub of Belinda’s clit. She ran her tongue across the top of Belinda’s clit, then ran her tongue in circles around it. She finally caught it between her lips and nibbled.

  Rick brought his hands up over Belinda’s belly. He cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed them, taking her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

  Gina dragged Belinda’s panties to her ankles, and Belinda stepped out of them, hands on Gina’s shoulders for support.

  Rick took off his clothes and dropped to his knees behind Belinda, pressing his face against her firm, pale ass. He kissed one cheek then the other. He slipped a finger into her pussy and pushed it all the way inside her.

  Gina thumbed open Belinda’s pussy lips and flicked her tongue between them, teasing the ragged pink folds of her labia. She teased Belinda’s clit with light strokes of her tongue, and when Rick withdrew his finger, Gina took it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

  Belinda turned around. Rick stood up, stroking his thick cock with one hand. Belinda took it from him, tilting her eyes up to watch his face as she slowly ran a tight fist up and down the length of his erection. She sucked him and hard, making wet noises as she took him to the back of her throat.

  Gina kissed Belinda’s ass and teased her asshole with the tip of her tongue. She took off her panties but left her skirt on, then she lay on the floor beneath Belinda.

  Belinda settled back on Gina’s face, moaning around a mouthful of cock as Gina’s tongue disappeared into her hot, damp opening.
She drew Belinda’s smooth, plump lips apart with her fingers and licked every inch of her pink pussy, occasionally wandering back to slip her tongue into Belinda’s wet hole or tease her asshole with gentle little strokes.

  Belinda lowered her mouth down on Rick. Her blonde hair spilled over his cock as she expertly deep throated him, going down to the base of his shaft in one fluid motion, then coming up slowly, making her lips tight around his meat as she did. She’d always been good at sucking cock, ever since she’d started doing it at a young age and learned she loved the way a hard dick felt in her mouth.

  Rick closed his eyes and threaded his fingers through the silky blonde strands of her hair, groaning as he reaped the benefit of her skilled mouth. She squeezed his cock at the base and bobbed her head on it, occasionally pulling her mouth from his cock to circle the head of it with long, wet swipes of her tongue.

  Gina continued to work her tongue in and out of Belinda’s pussy, probing deep, tasting the sweet wet honey that ran into her mouth.

  Belinda rocked her hips, sliding her wet pussy against Gina’s face. She tightened her mouth around Rick’s cock and drew the thick, hot shaft all the way into her mouth, reaching up to massage his heavy balls with one hand.

  She was so close now. Her belly fluttered as she felt the pleasurable tingle that began in her clit and emanated throughout her body. She took her mouth away from Rick’s cock. She kept one hand on him, giving his dick an occasional squeeze or a few tugs, but her focus was on what Gina was doing to her.

  “Oh my god,” she gasped.

  She climaxed, her hips jerking spasmodically, tits bouncing up and down. Her knees scraped the carpet. She knew she’d regret the rug burn later, but for now it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the exquisite, mind-numbing orgasm that brought all of her senses into play at once.

  When it was over, she managed to stand up, though her legs were weak. She stroked Rick’s cock with her slender fingers as she kissed him, leaning against him for support. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and explored.

  Gina knelt beside Rick began to lick his balls. Belinda pushed Rick’s cock into Gina’s mouth, and Gina slowly went down on him, allowing the thick shaft to disappear gradually.