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Story title : Journal of an Agent: Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Journal of an Agent: Chapter 11 - Jennifer Love Hewitt
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
Straightening my light blue bow tie, I ran my hand down
my chest, straightening out my cummerbund. Putting on my
black tuxedo jacket, I grabbed my keys and wallet and
hustled out the door.
I was going to be escorting the buxom and beautiful young
actress Jennifer Love Hewitt to the premiere to her new
movie, "Heartbreakers". This was my first movie premiere
in the six months since I began running my father's
talent agency out here in L.A. and though I've been to
many black tie events (you may remember my recount of the
People's Choice Awards with Jessica Alba) this one I was
really looking forward to, primarily so that I could
spend time with Jennifer. Back in college, she had been a
popular girl around my dorm room, with all three of my
roommates and myself watching the dreadful "I Know What
You Did Last Summer" over and over again, just for
Jennifer. If only the guys could see me now...
My affection towards her was really just a schoolboy
crush, but nevertheless I was going to relish walking
down that red carpet with her by my side. I almost fell
out of my chair when I read in Variety that the premiere
was coming up. I had called Jennifer at home to ask her
if I could be her date that night.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jennifer, it's me Dean," I said to her.
"Oh hey Dean!" she said excitedly. This was pretty common
practice with her whenever we spoke over the phone. She
always seemed to sound like an over excited teenager when
I called. We had not actually met in person yet,
conducting all of our previous business over the phone,
so I hoped that I would get a chance to accompany her on
the night of the premiere.
"SHIT!" Jennifer said loudly into the phone, enough to
startle me. "Hold on just one second Dean,"
I heard her put the phone on a table or something and
listened intently to see if everything was all right. I
could have sworn I heard moaning in the background, but
it was probably my over active sex drive WANTING to hear
something like that.
A minute or two later, she picked up the phone again.
"Sorry about that, I was watching TV and when I got up to
answer the phone, I accidentally knocked the remote to
the floor. It changed the channel and landed on one of
those porn stations on the satellite system," she said;
out of breath after having run to quickly change the
channel. So I WASN'T hearing things. I decided to try and
have a little fun with the porn thing, mainly for my own
benefit.
"Sure Jennifer. You knew I was going to call and that
thought got you all hot and bothered so you decided to
put on some porn," I said to her in a half joking manner.
If only that had been true.
Jennifer laughed in response, that trace of her teenage
giggles still apparent in her light laughter.
"Yea, that's it Dean. Just the thought of you - never
mind the fact that we have never seen each other before -
gets my panties all wet," Jennifer said, playing along
with the joke.
"See, I told you. Women around the world can't hear the
name "Dean" without shuddering in orgasm," I said
laughing myself at the conversation we were having.
Jennifer laughed again but finally said, "So, why did you
REALLY call?"
"I called to see if you need any accompaniment to the
premiere of Heartbreakers next week," I replied, crossing
my fingers under my desk that she would say yes.
"Hmm, I hadn't really thought about that. See, my agent
is kind of a slacker and he forgot to remind me of the
date of the premiere," Jennifer said, getting in her own
personal jab at me. I took it in light fun. "But yea,
since I am dateless right now, I'd love it if you came
with me,"
"Sounds great. The premiere starts at 9 so I'll be there
to get you at 7. Traffic and all...you know," I said.
And that brings me to where I am now. I had the driver of
the company limo, Leonard; pick me up around 6 to allow
time for the 45-minute drive up to Jennifer's Malibu
house. Pulling up to the gate, Leonard parked out front
and walked up to the buzzer. I had my window cracked and
I watched him do this. The gate opened and Leonard walked
up the driveway to Jennifer's home. I took the spare
moment to give myself one last look in the mirror, gave
my brown hair a quick comb and then sat back in my seat.
Glancing out the window again, I saw Leonard walking down
the driveway with Jennifer on his arm.
She was much shorter than I thought she would be,
probably no more than 5'2. She was wearing a silky black
dress with spaghetti straps over the shoulders. The dress
stretched down to her mid calves. Her ample breasts were
highly accentuated by the dress, and the cleavage she was
sporting was unbelievable. Over her shoulder she carried
a small black purse that looked to be made of the same
material as her dress. As she got nearer to the car, she
looked taller than she probably was because of the four
inch high black shoes she was wearing.
Leonard seemed to be quite pleased with himself for
escorting such a beautiful woman as Jennifer down her
driveway, even if no one but me was there to see it.
Leonard was one of the hangers-around from when I took
over the business, a short older man, with gray and
balding hair. He had that classic "well-aged and still
semi attractive" look that can only be found out here in
Hollywood. Still, he looked like a kid again as he
smiled, opening the door for Jennifer as she got in the
limo. Leonard hustled back to the drivers seat and we
were off.
"Wow Jennifer, you look amazing," I said to her. Her
auburn brown hair was up in a bun over her head and I
couldn't help but notice how well she was fitted to play
the role of Audrey Hepburn in that TV bio pic about a
year ago. She blushed at my comment.
"Thanks. You must be Dean," she said, extending her hand.
I took it in mine and shook it, feeling the texture of
her manicured nails run over my palm when our handshake
broke.
"I'm glad you're not a troll or anything. You are
actually very handsome. I didn't know WHAT you would look
like after only talking to you on the phone," Jennifer
said, laughing a little as she said it. Now it was my
turn to blush slightly.
"Thank you. I used to dress and eat like a pig back in
college but since I moved out here, I have gotten in much
better shape. I feel healthier too. Must be something in
this California air," I replied, smiling.
"Yeah. The smog!" Jennifer said, and we both broke into
laughter.
The rest of the car ride was a lot of fun. Jennifer and I
carried on a really good conversation. I found talking to
her was just like hanging out with an old friend, albeit
a very beautiful and famous one.
Pulling into the long line of limos outside the Mann
Chinese Theater where the premiere was being held, I knew
it was show time. Jennifer had already begun primping
herself slightly in the mirror next to her. The car
inched forward for a few minutes until we reached the
entrance. A nicely dressed valet opened the door for us.
Stepping out first, I was there to take Jennifer's hand
as she got out of the car.
I was momentarily blinded however, by the sudden barrage
of flashes from the cavalcade of press standing behind
the guard barriers, all striving to get that perfect shot
of Jennifer as she walked down the red carpet. Jennifer
took her time moving inside, stopping occasionally to
pose for a picture. She was all smiles, waving and doing
the typical Hollywood star thing for the press.
When we finally got inside, the theater was packed full
of people. Most of them were the crew and producers of
the film and their assorted wives, mistresses or
girlfriends. I stayed close to Jennifer, lingering behind
her and making chitchat with various people from the
studios that I saw. Jennifer was doing the same, except
for with the crew of the movie and the other stars. I saw
her walk over to where Gene Hackman and Sigourney Weaver
were standing. Figuring it would be a private
conversation; I headed over to the bar outside the
entrance to the theater and got Jennifer and myself a
drink.
Walking over to where Jennifer was still standing
talking, I handed her the drink.
"Sigourney, Gene, this is Dean Simonds, my agent,"
Jennifer said, taking my arm in her hand and introducing
me.
Gene Hackman was much shorter than I thought he would be,
but I was still amazed that I was standing in the
capacity of one of the best actors around. We shook hands
and he said "Nice to meet you Dean. You make sure you
arrange some deal where Jennifer and I can work together
again. She's such a blast to have on set," Gene said as
he smiled politely. I knew that stars didn't like being
seen by their agents mingling with other heads of an
agency, so I told him I would try and turned my focus to
Sigourney.
By contrast, she was very tall, much taller than I
thought she would be. We shook hands and said hello, but
she seemed to be preoccupied with something else and said
"Excuse me, I've got to go finish mingling," and walked
away. Gene took this as his cue to leave too, before
patting me on the shoulder and walking off in the
direction of Sigourney.
Alone again, Jennifer took me by the arm once more and we
began making our way to the seats. Unlike what it appears
to be on television for the Oscars, the theater was much
smaller than I thought. It was already starting to get
filled so we ended up having to take a seat in the middle
of the theater floor. I sat down, but Jennifer remained
standing, leaning this way and that as she shook hands or
gave hugs to people she saw coming in.
Leaning over me, her beautiful breasts, the object of
lust for so many men and boys around the world, were just
inches from my face. The smell of her perfume was almost
arousing as her lush, tanned skin was so close to me. I
longed to reach out and touch her, but knew that it would
be all over the papers and that it would ruin my budding
reputation.
After filling up the bottom floor, the studio head for
MGM got on stage and said a few words. Since the film was
a comedy, the crowd was pretty raucous and loud, but in a
fun way. He left the stage after a few minutes and was
replaced by a gigantic screen coming down from the
rafters. The lights dimmed and the movie started playing.
The first scene was really funny and the audience showed
this, as the whole auditorium was filled with laughter.
The movie continued and I settled in for what I hoped
would be a good movie. If Hollywood liked it, that meant
that the public would love it, and that would make
Jennifer's bargaining in future projects go up.
About fifteen minutes into it though, Jennifer grew a
little restless in her seat. I looked over to see what
she was doing and saw that she was reaching into her
purse. Pulling out a black towel, she carefully unfolded
it and reached over to me, draping across my lap. Her arm
had been resting next to mine on the arm rest up until
now, but slowly she moved it away from mine, sliding it
over to my leg so very carefully. The next thing I knew,
her small hand was moving up my thigh and onto my crotch.
The room suddenly seemed to get much hotter as her hand
finally came to rest right on top of my dick. I could
feel myself hardening slightly under her touch, but tried
to control myself. And then she started unzipping my
zipper.
"Jennifer, what are you doing?" I whispered to her. All
she said in return was "Shhh..."
Showing my inexperience at events like these, I stupidly
asked "Why aren't you watching the movie?"
Jennifer shot me a coy and a little angry look. I felt
her hand start to move away, but then she thought better
of it.
"Relax. I've already seen it. Bootleg off of the
Internet," she said with a smile now. "Just relax and let
me do the work,"
Her hand furthered it's exploration of my pants, and I
felt it slip inside into my boxer shorts and make contact
with my now hard cock. I tried to act like nothing was
happening. Glancing over at the man next to me, he was
too interested in the movie to even care about what was
going on in the seat next to him.
Jennifer took my cock in her hand and slowly, so
agonizingly slowly, pulled about 3/4 of it out of my
pants. Then she began moving her hand up and down at a
very slow pace. I think that if she had sped up, I would
have moaned loudly and shot my wad all over her hand then
and there, Hollywood be damned.
Jennifer's pace was a bit maddening, but it felt so good.
I could feel her nails, only a few minutes before shaking
the hands of some of Hollywood's elite, rubbing against
my skin so lightly and delicately. She moved her thumb
down on the downward strokes and teased and flicked my
balls a little, causing me to shut my mouth as tight as I
could to keep from groaning out.
I laid my head back on the seat and again tried to act
naturally. Jennifer meanwhile had her other hand in her
lap and seemed to be paying attention to the movie,
occasionally glancing over at me as she rubbed and teased
my cock head up and down. I felt her index finger run
over the top of my slit and smear the precum all over the
rest of the head. Her pace sped up a little after that,
and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.
Jennifer sensed it too, and her hand was now moving much
faster than initially. I leaned forward slightly so that
it wasn't too apparent that I was getting a fantastic
hand job from one of Hollywood's hottest young stars. I
closed my eyes and bucked my hips a little bit as I felt
my hot cum rising from within my balls.
Jennifer acted quickly though, and leaned my dick
forward. Aiming it at the handkerchief, I exploded in
orgasm as my wad shot all over the inside of the cloth. I
must have blown almost a gallon of cum, but the cloth was
pretty thick and seemed to absorb it all.
Feeling my cock soften, Jennifer moved the remaining dry
portion of the handkerchief (what little there was) over
my now deflated 9-inch cock and cleaned it off. Putting
my cock back in my pants with her nimble hands, Jennifer
carefully saved one big dollop of it on her finger. She
reached over with her other hand and neatly folded the
handkerchief up, it still soaking with my cum, and put it
back in her purse.
She zipped me back up carefully and slowly again, and
then finally moved her hand away. Her finger still
holding my cum, she casually moved the tip of it up to
her mouth and sensually licked it clean. Her eyes shut as
she enjoyed the taste of it, sticking her whole finger in
her mouth and licking it clean.
Folding her hands neatly back in her lap, Jennifer
focused her attention on the movie. I tried to act calm
and normal for the rest of the show, but after what had
just transpired, it was more than a little hard. I would
look over at Jennifer occasionally, but she continued to
stare straight ahead and I began to wonder almost if the
whole thing really had happened.
The movie concluded an hour or so later and we got back
into the limo. At first, neither of us said anything. I
sure as hell wasn't going to say the first word about it,
for fear that I may really have just had a fantasy about
her while in the theater and I didn't want to completely
embarrass myself about it.
Finally though, Jennifer spoke, quietly and a little
indignantly.
"You know Dean, you could have said thank you," Jennifer
said, the orange tint of the passing street lamps of the
L.A. freeway a blur as we pulled away from the theater as
she leaned her face against the cool leather of the
inside interior of the limo, her face casting a
disinterested stare.
I was stunned for a moment, but then regained my though
process. "I'm sorry about that Jennifer. It just seemed
so surreal. I have to admit that just two years ago when
I was still in college, you were one of the women I
masturbated to the most. I feel really weird telling you
that, but I just want you to know that I did appreciate
it. A lot," I said. I couldn't bring myself to look at
her as I said this, partly out of shame but more from
sheer embarrassment at doubting the sexual effort
Jennifer had went to for me.
I glanced up to look at Jennifer's face. She was staring
directly at me with her normally soft but now quite
intense, brown eyes. She had her arms folded across her
chest, beneath her shallowly moving up and down breasts.
She had her back to the seat and her legs crossed, but I
could see in the faint light that would enter the limo
from the streetlights that a smile was coming across her
face.
"So then say it," Jennifer said devilishly. "Say
'Jennifer, I loved the hand job you gave me. It was the
best.'" she said, smiling gleefully now, happy with her
handiwork.
I wasn't going to lie about it, so I flat out said
"Jennifer, I loved the hand job you gave me. It was the
best I have ever had," I said as deadpan as possible. I
was having real trouble reading where Jennifer was going
with this, but she quickly gave me a hint.
When she realized I was done, her manner changed totally.
She was back to the bubbling little girl that she had
been when we first met, and now she laughed at the whole
charade that had just gone on.
"That was classic Dean. Classic. I'm going to have to
remember that one for in the future," Jennifer said with
a huge smile that I couldn't help but feel almost warmed
by. "Now, enough chat. We have 45 minutes till we get to
my place. I want to use all those to the full advantage
and get in a good, nasty fuck session."
My jaw almost hit the floor of the limo, and it would
have too if Jennifer hadn't already begun undressing. She
had moved her hands up to her shoulders and made a huge
scene of sliding the straps of her dress down to the very
base of her breasts so that it just barely covered over
her nipples. When she finally let it down, I was
speechless.
Her breasts, despite all the celebrity skin I had seen in
the six months since I moved here, had to be the most
gorgeous things I had ever seen. They were the perfect
conical shape, not pointing outright from her chest but
far from saggy. The natural shape of them let me know
right away that, to steal a line from "Seinfeld", "they
were real and, their spectacular". The nipples on both
breasts were around the size of a half dollar. The areola
and the base of the now erect nipple were a medium shade
of brown, with the shade lightening up till it finally
stopped at the end of her jutting out nipples. They
looked so succulent and beautiful, and I hoped I would
get to touch them soon.
Fixing my gaping mouth, I wasted no time in taking off my
expensive Armani coat and the rest of my tuxedo and
flinging them to the side, leaving me in just a pair of
boxer shorts. Jennifer by this time was down to just her
panties, a silky black pair made from the same material
as her dress. They were thong underwear and when she
moved her ass, I could see her beautiful ass cheeks, firm
and tight. Her pussy was shaven around the edge of the
underwear but I could smell her quite easily from across
the limo. It must have been a while since she had had
sex, and I was happy I was going to be fixing that. Her
musk was not a bad scent by any means, but I think the
excitement in not having had sex in a while made it even
the more strong.
Being relatively short, Jennifer barely had to duck as
she walked across the limo over to me. I looked behind
her and saw that the window between us and Leonard was
still open. He had a pair of headphones on, but I didn't
want to take any risks and shut the window. With the
window closed, I flicked on the lights in the back of the
car. The floor was illuminated with miniature little
lights, each of which gave out a whitish-yellow glow on
to everything in the car, especially Jennifer's pale
white skin. She looked almost heavenly in that light, as
she sat down up lap.
I had my legs closed, so Jennifer spread hers out on top
of mine. Her cute little feet dangled there as she began
to move herself back and forth on my lap with her hips. I
could feel her pubic bone, and more importantly her clit,
rubbing against my already rock-hard dick through my
boxer shorts. It was straining to get out, and finally I
reached down and released it. Jennifer gasped a little
when she saw my 9-inch monster (not really realizing the
true size of it in the theater I assumed), but her gasp
became lust as she reached down with her hands and pulled
my boxers off completely.
Jennifer began to rub her wet, hot cunt lips up and down
on my shaft now, stroking and sliding along it back and
forth. She balanced herself by pushing down on my thighs
for support. The feel of her wet womanhood and the smell
of her arousal and the sweat of our bodies inside such a
confined space was absolutely incredible. Nothing could
beat it.
Well, almost nothing. While Jennifer slid up and down on
my lap and was gyrating her hips on top of me in a
teasing method, I was doing a little teasing of my own.
With my hands shaking as I did it, I placed one hand
tentatively on her left breast. Jennifer sighed as I did
this but was totally enjoying it. Her breast was so warm
and soft. The skin and texture of it was incredible.
I gently began moving my hand over her nipple back and
forth, usually taking the alternate motion to her rubbing
and grinding on my leg. Taking her nipple in my fingers,
I began to squeeze and pull and stretch it out.
Jennifer's breasts were incredibly sensitive, because as
I did this, I felt her pussy gush cum out onto my lap.
Encouraged, I moved my other hand to her breast and began
repeating the process. Soon, Jennifer Love Hewitt was
sliding back and forth on top of my cock, arching and
snaking her back as I played with her breasts.
I knew that postponing my entry into her would make it
even more desirable, so I decided to enjoy her breasts
even more. Leaning my mouth down to her right nipple, I
took it in my teeth as I began to flick my tongue all
around it. Jennifer moaned and cried out loudly as I did
this. My tongue was like a nimble snake, running across
the surface of her breast at a furious pace, teasing and
pleasuring her. Jennifer by now was holding the other
breast in her hand and squeezing it gently. Her once
nicely arranged hair was now a total mess, hanging down
over the naked shoulders. I would occasionally feel it
brush against my leg when she would thrust her head back
in an especially enjoyable moment.
This could have went on forever as far as I was
concerned, but I knew that we would get to her place
soon, so I decided to take it to the next level. Taking
my cock in hand, I slid Jennifer further down onto my
thighs and rubbed the head of my dick against her
entrance. I wanted to get it nice and lubricated because
I knew that her young pussy would be incredibly tight.
Grabbing Jennifer by her small, soft ass, I lifted her up
and scooted her towards me. With my dick still in one
hand, I bent it up forward a little. Jennifer's hips
acted alone and shifted angles so that our two sexes met
at the same time. For a split second, it created a
triangle of sorts there in the air; my rock hard, blood
engorged cock touching lightly upon her golden brown,
soft cunt. But it was fleeting and then I was inside of
her, her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips and
pubic bone resting against mine.
Jennifer had her eyes closed and was savoring taking in
all nine inches at once (in one thrust even!). I
meanwhile was lost in the absolute heaven of the inner
walls of her pussy. Soft and comforting, I again felt
that I would never leave them if I didn't have to. She
was incredibly wet, so much so that she was dripping on
the outside of her cunt, the juices running down my legs.
And the heat was just as comforting as her tightness
though, and seemed to radiate so much energy from within
that when I would push and pull in and out her, the
sexual energy from her would be passed on to me and I
would have the renewed vigor and strength of a teenage
kid again.
I wasted no time hammering into her, and this seemed to
suite Jennifer fine. Holding onto her hips, I slammed her
up and down on top of my cock as she bounced up and down
on my lap, the car filled with the sound of flesh on
flesh and musk of sexual excitement. Jennifer had to bend
her head a little to keep from smacking into the roof of
the car every time I would thrust into her harder and
harder. She didn't seem to mind though: her eyes were
still closed as she sat there, occasionally moaning out
loudly or using her hands to tweak her nipples or play
with my chest.
The excitement from earlier in the night got me excited
again very quickly, and I felt my orgasm fast
approaching. Not wanting to cum before Jennifer did, I
reached my hand down and began to play with her tiny
little clit, rubbing it in my fingers back and forth.
Using the rest of my hand, I would guide it into her
finger by finger, feeling my own dick rubbing against my
hand.
This was more than enough for Jennifer, and the resulting
friction from my hand and my cock were enough to send her
into a screeching, high-pitched orgasm that seemed to go
on for at least 15 seconds of pure bliss for her. At some
point during that scream, I let loose all the cum I had
been building in my balls, lining the inside of
Jennifer's cunt with my sticky white cum. We continued to
fuck for a little bit longer and though my cock was still
hard, it was Jennifer who slid off of me.
I thought she was done and was going to get dressed, but
Jennifer surprised me. Getting on all fours, she reached
around pried her ass cheeks apart, exposing her cute
little butt hole and her semi-hairy pussy just a few
inches below.
"Take your pick," Jennifer said naughtily. As bad as it
sounds, I was torn about which one to go with. Finally, I
headed for new turf and slid my cock head up to her
puckered (but loosening) asshole. I felt Jennifer's
muscles involuntarily contract when our skin touched, but
she immediately relaxed them.
My cock still sticky from being inside of Jennifer a few
minutes earlier, I used the lubrication from it to slowly
begin working my way into her. Her asshole was almost too
tight and I knew that she wasn't very experienced in anal
sex. Still, she did her best and relaxed as best as she
could. Looking down, I saw her face shoved into the floor
of the limo. She had a pained expression on her face, but
it was the sort of look you get when you get a shot in
the arm: you know it's going to hurt, but then it will be
over real soon.
Wanting to make things easier for her, I used my other
hand that wasn't helping to wiggle my hard cock up her
ass to stroke and play with her pussy. The sensation
didn't seem to be doing much for her, but the more I kept
at it, the more Jennifer began to like it. Trying to get
more of my hand in her pussy, Jennifer began rocking back
and forth on her knees, thus helping my cock gain some
momentum and finally slide all the way into her.
I eased up on the pussy rubbing to let Jennifer realize
that I was all the way in her before I began fucking her
up the ass. She seemed to pause for a second, but then
took my hand that was resting on her pussy and began to
slide it back and forth on her cunt once again. I let her
lead my hand and do all the work while I concentrated
instead on fucking her ass.
My pace was slower than when I fucked her tight cunt.
This time, I was pulling in and out of her in long, slow
strokes. It was agonizing, especially after how rapidly I
had fucked her and cum inside of her pussy, but the
sensation of doing it nice and slow was incredible. It
was almost like I could feel every nerve in my body, and
if I could, they were all in intense pleasure and
enjoyment.
Glancing out the window to the dark night outside, I
realized just how close we were to Jennifer's home. I had
probably five minutes till we arrived and got busted by
Leonard. Still wanting to enjoy being inside of her ass,
I began to slide in and out of her more fully this time,
making each inward thrust all the more pleasurable, but
also quicker and more of a time saver. Not knowing if
this was going to be my last time having sex with
Jennifer though, I gave up the anal sex after just a few
more thrusts. I had other things in mind.
"Lay down Jennifer," I said to her. I think she knew what
was coming next and she did it immediately.
Positioning my cock between her two beautiful breasts, I
took them in my hands and began to squeeze and knead them
around my cock. My hips were slowly starting to thrust
back and forth between her breasts, as I rubbed her tits
against my long shaft. Jennifer had reached her hands up
and was playing with my ass, occasionally sticking a
finger into it for encouragement.
I wasn't used to this, and though it felt nice, it made
my thrusts between her breasts speed up. I was now going
at them furiously after just a minute or two of starting
out so softly. Jennifer's body rocked back and forth on
the floor of the limo. Anyone passing outside probably
would have seen the car rocking back and forth as it
moved down the road and I couldn't help but wonder if
Leonard had any idea what we were doing.
Jennifer's hair was spread out all over the limo floor
and was sliding back and forth as we went around curves
in the road. I knew that I didn't have much longer, so I
pulled my dick (unwillingly mind you) from her breasts
and began jacking off right by her mouth.
Proving to be the little minx slut she was, Jennifer had
her mouth open and waiting for my cum to shoot out and
land on her extended tongue. When my orgasm came seconds
later though, I used the opportunity to aim it upwards
and shoot my wad all over Jennifer's face. I don't know
why I did it, but Jennifer certainly wasn't complaining.
Jennifer must have had a sixth sense for dick, because
even though she couldn't see, her mouth knew right away
where my dick was and took to sucking it right away.
Cleaning it off, I sighed a breath of relief. Reaching
into her purse, I pulled out that same handkerchief again
and used it to clean the cum off of Jennifer's face. She
smiled sexily at me as I did this, and I made sure that a
little bit of my spunk slid down her cheeks and onto her
breasts "accidentally". It was an image I knew I would
never forget.
After wiping off Jennifer's face, I guessed that we had
three minutes or so to get dressed. Acting quickly, I
helped Jennifer get back into her dress and panties and
tried to fix her hair so that it at least didn't look as
bad as it had when she lay there on the floor getting
fucked long and hard by me. Jennifer also helped me fix
my suit and tie and made sure I didn't have any of her
juices still sticking to my legs that would make my pants
appear to have wet spots in them.
We made it just in the nick of time. As I was retying my
shoe, the car came to a stop and Leonard got out and
opened the door. Jennifer stepped out but stood by the
door to talk to me.
"Dean, would you like to come in for a while? I can drive
you home later," Jennifer said sweetly.
The truth was, I really couldn't go in that night. The
next day I had to fly out to New York for a meeting with
NBC about Jennifer Aniston's contract. So if I stayed up
all night fucking Jennifer Love Hewitt, I might not make
my flight in time and thus "fuck over" a client in the
process.
"I'm sorry Jennifer. This sounds really bad but I have a
plane I have to catch in the morning. I'm sorry," I said,
trying to sound as humble and apologetic as I could.
Jennifer looked upset for just a moment, but then she got
that sexual gleam in her eyes again.
"That's alright. I'm sure Leonard would LOVE to come in
for a cup of coffee or, you know, whatever," Jennifer
said mischievously, wrapping her arm around Leonard's
waist and pulling him close to her.
I looked at Leonard and swear I had never seen greater
happiness on a man's face. Even though I knew Leonard was
married and had two or three kids, I don't think God
himself could stop him from walking up that driveway.
"Of course I would. It would be my pleasure," Leonard
said. It was obvious he was using his classic charm and
flirting skills and that Jennifer was to some extent
falling for it.
I took this as my cue to leave. I stepped out of the car
as well. Leonard dropped the keys in my hand and then the
two walked up to Jennifer's house, arms still around each
other. Jennifer looked back at me and smiled, giving me a
slight wave. I couldn't help but laugh when Leonard
looked back and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up, right
before the two disappeared around a curve in the road.
Happy with the way things had went that night, I drove
back to my house and collapsed in bed, sleeping like a
baby.
CHAPTER 12: Jennifer Aniston
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