Harry's big dick porn adventure ch.25

Harry pressed the button of the Aston Martin Rapide and waved goodbye to the dealer. He rolled down the window and put on the blinds, letting his left arm hang out. It was his first car, and he laughed like crazy at the roar of the powerful engines. He was a master at turning heads, and people of all ages looked at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

He drove straight towards the highway. He had just gotten his driver's license yesterday, and this was the first car he bought, definitely not the last. He was heading back to their apartment because they had decided on a trip to the luxury resort in Santa Monica. Life was sweet, and he had nothing to complain about. October was just around the corner, and a week ago, they became the top creators on OnlyFans, surpassing all the other unimaginable clowns. They celebrated with a day off and spent the rest of the day completely naked, engaging in sex and fun. It was a day Harry would never forget because he lay sandwiched between these beauties, and they alternated between sucking him, cuddling him, or fucking him.

They were making over a million a month, and next month, they would pay off the mortgage and be done with it. The penthouse was theirs, and at the same time, Harry bought the Aston Martin with four seats. A few months later, they could afford a Lamborghini. The thought made him smile as he drove on the highway.

He parked in the garage and took the elevator up. Entering their penthouse, he was greeted by Daphne trying on her new skimpy outfits in front of the mirror. She was wearing a fancy mini skirt and a tight top. Tracey was right behind her in fitted clothes, looking equally fancy. "Did you get the car?" Daphne asked.

Harry tossed her the keys in front of her face, and his smile widened. "Amazing," Daphne said impatiently. "Are you ready for Santa Monica?

They hugged as a group and rode the elevator back down to the garage. They circled the car in awe, checking out the rims and the interior.

"It's gorgeous," Daphne said and could even use the paint as a mirror.

"It's a real attention whore," Harry said, which wasn't a joke.

"We made a deal," Tracey said, tucking her chestnut hair behind her ears. "I'll give you head while driving, and Daphne wants sex scenes in the dressing room. Blowjob during the drive was the least intimidating option, so..." She shrugged at the end of her statement.

Harry Potter leaned back and chuckled, looking at Daphne. "You have a vivid imagination."

"What?" Daphne said, giving him a look. "It's not like you've ever dreamed of being ridden in a car."

Harry nodded. "You're right."

"See?" she said and nudged him, then hopped onto the back seat and already set up the camera. Harry sat in the front with Tracey, who looked around bewildered and fiddled with every button.

"So pretty and shiny," Tracey said. "I can't believe we became millionaires."

"Or the top creators," Daphne said, giggling like crazy and rubbing her hands together.

"It's all gravy," Harry said, starting the car and pulling out of the garage. Again, he noticed how much attention this car was attracting. And to think, there were even more expensive cars out there.

"You weren't kidding about this car getting attention," Daphne said, looking out the window. "I told you so," Harry replied.

"We really have something special," Tracey said. "It's hard to believe we'll even make it to the top."

Harry nodded. Ever since she came home crying after that disastrous dinner, she had been more eager to film. There was no turning back now. This was their life, and nothing could change that. However, he thought about climbing higher, something they didn't always like to hear. "Before we go any further, where do you want to blow me?" he asked as they stopped at a red light.

She tucked her chestnut hair behind her ears. "On the highway," she replied teasingly. Harry glanced at the back seat, and Daphne gave a thumbs-up, already having the camera ready. It was risky and something only a daredevil would do, but they were young and wanted as many views as possible. Tracey giving him head while driving was a temptation he couldn't resist. "Alright, let's do it," he said, pressing the gas pedal and zooming onto the highway.

"Wow, these engines are brutal," Daphne said, looking surprised.

Harry lifted his pelvis so Tracey could pull down his shorts. "They are," he said with a smile as Tracey was about to play with his cock. He tried to focus on the road, which proved to be a challenge when she freed his erection, which rose like a mast and bumped against the steering wheel. Basically, she had to shift it aside to free him, but once she did, she stroked it with both hands.

"Eyes on the road," Tracey said mockingly, leaning in to lick the tip.

"I'll do my best," he said, driving with his left hand hanging out the window while she gave him head. Daphne was right. He had dreamt of this scene so many times; he didn't know if it was déjà vu he was experiencing or if he just remembered the dream. Either way, he leaned back and relaxed as she pushed his erection deep into her throat, sucking slowly and deeply, not rushing as he approached climax.

With his left hand on the wheel, he wrapped his right around her neck, helping her lower her head and feeding her his cock. "Oh, Tracey," he moaned. He faced a dilemma. Should he look down and see her sweet, red lips stretched around his member, or should he keep his eyes on the road? He tried to do both, and she tossed her hair back as he felt his cock slide along her wet tongue.

He tightened his grip on the wheel as she brought him closer to climax. He thrust his hips, wanting to reach deeper into her mouth. With her lips tightly sealed around the shaft, she pulled her head back and sucked him off on the way. He thrust his hips, using his right hand to press her closer to his cock, and his balls exploded, sending cum straight into her throat. She swallowed dose after dose, refusing to let go of his cock until every drop had fallen down her throat.

"Mmm, Tracey," he said, closing his eyes for a brief moment and opening them again so as not to lose sight of her. She opened her mouth in front of the camera and showed the world a puddle of cum, swallowing it all soon after and licking her lips like a good girl.

"That was perfect," Daphne said, high-fiving Tracey. "Can I see?" Tracey asked, and Daphne handed her the camera. "You did great when she was blowing you," Daphne said over Harry Potter's shoulder, her eyes fixed on his dick, giving him the impression she wanted to join in.

"Yeah, it was quite exciting," he said, knowing there was another treat waiting for him at the clothing store.

As they drove to Santa Monica, they arrived at the entrance of the luxury resort and were greeted by professional and beautiful staff. They were escorted to a luxuriously furnished room with an expansive view of the ocean and just a stone's throw from the beach.

"What should we do first?" Harry asked, flipping through the spa magazine.

"How about we go somewhere so we can fuck?" Daphne suggested bluntly.

Harry tossed the magazine back onto the table. "I thought we were on vacation?" he asked.

"We are, but I'm horny as hell," Daphne replied.

"Let's just film a blowjob in the fitting room," Harry said to Daphne. "I really don't want to film anything else."

"Neither do I, but I can't resist this scene," Daphne admitted.

They grabbed their things, left the spa, and headed to Santa Monica Place. It was midday, and the sun had yet to reach its peak. Walking along the palm-lined sidewalk, they entered the open-air shopping center and looked around in amazement. They saw so many upscale stores where they could spend time and money; it was hard to choose.

"Look at those shiny pink shoes," Tracey exclaimed, her eyes widening.

"And check out that dress," Daphne said, pointing to another one.

"Maybe if we finish this dirty scene, we can peacefully go shopping," Tracey suggested.

"Alright, but we need a plan," Harry said.

"Sure, you'll get hard, and then you'll fuck me," Daphne shrugged.

"I'm glad I've had enough," Tracey said. "I wouldn't do something as dirty as that."

"To each their own," Harry said. "While Tracey distracts the salesperson, we'll go to one of the fitting rooms, but you have to be as quiet as possible. No excessive moaning."

"The last part will be practically impossible with your monster," Daphne said.

"What... were you planning to moan like a porn star when we were inside?"

She chuckled and nudged him. "Just kidding."

"I should've guessed," Harry said.

"We should also pick a store with the youngest and most beautiful salesgirl. They won't be as jealous if you get caught and give you a headache," Tracey suggested.

"Good idea," Harry agreed, nodding to Tracey. They took a deep breath and ventured down the mall. There weren't as many people as Harry thought there would be, but every girl, despite it being October, wore as little clothing as possible. He was already popping wood, and some men looked at him enviously as he was surrounded by two girls. They were probably wondering if they were a couple or not.

They found a clothing store with a young sales clerk and no one inside. "Bingo."

Daphne and Tracey eagerly nodded. Harry opened the door and ushered them inside. The girls began to check out the clothes, and Daphne picked out a shirt for him. "Looks fine," he said.

"Let me help you try it on," she said, handing it to him with an obvious wink. They headed to the fitting room, and Harry hoped they didn't look like suspicious shoplifters because he threw a few glances at the young salesgirl folding clothes. But for now, it seemed like she was minding her own business.

"Excuse me," Tracey said, nudging her arm. "Do you have this top in another color?" Tracey led her to the corner, and the coast was clear. They slipped inside, and Harry quickly drew the curtains. Daphne stifled a giggle, her cheeks reddening like tulips. He should have guessed she would giggle like a teenager, and that was exactly why he was afraid. She was going to blow their cover before it even began.

"Don't start laughing now," he said, hoping no one would hear them.

"Sorry," she replied, looking around the cramped fitting room. "Where should I bend down?"

"Sit on the stool," Harry Potter suggested.

"Good idea," she said, but then turned to him, grabbing his bulge and looking at him. "Can I take it in my mouth first?"

"Sure," he said, but held a stern finger to his lips. He pulled out the camera from his bag and pressed the record button, positioning it just above her head.

She dropped to her knees, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his shorts. Seeing his impressive bulge, she smiled and pulled down his underwear, freeing his erection. She clenched her fingers around the base of his shaft and opened wide. She engulfed his cock with her mouth and sucked it deeply, causing it to harden like concrete. "That's it," he said, watching as her beautiful cheeks hollowed out.

"Did you like that?" she whispered after dismounting, keeping her voice low and shaking her head to keep her hair from covering her face.