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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Denise Richards
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Journal of an Agent: Chapter 14 - Denise Richards
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
Looking at the clock on the dashboard of my BMW X5, I
watched it change from 12:00 to 12:01, thereby officially
making me late for my meeting with Denise Richards.
Punching in the numbers on my cell phone, I had Julie, my
assistant, give me Denise's cell phone number.
I nearly hit the car in front of me as I reached down to
write it down on my notepad. Hanging up with Julie, I
dialed. To my surprise, the driver of the car in front of
me (a compact fire red Mazda Miata) picked up a phone and
answered.
"Hello?" a female voice said.
"Denise? Is that you in front of me?" I said. I saw her
glance back and wave at me, smiling that sultry smile
that had made millions of men across the world's pants a
little tighter.
"Well, I guess I don't have to feel bad about being the
one who is late now do I?" Denise said with a laugh.
"No, I guess not. We are only five minutes away so I'm
going to hang up now. I'll see you there," I replied,
grinning to myself over the situation.
"Ok, see you in a few," Denise said, hanging up.
A couple minutes later we both pulled into the parking
garage side by side on the Paramount Pictures studio lot.
Denise got out of her car first and was dressed like a
knockout. Not wearing much makeup, it didn't seem to
matter at all, as her beauty would have been visible from
outer space. She wore a short, knee length off white
skirt with a black silk top that more than exposed her
ample cleavage to anyone who passed by. Her long brown
hair was done up in a ponytail above the top of her head.
She put her keys in her purse and walked towards me as I
was getting out of my car.
I had dressed casually because, of all the studios, I was
most comfortable around Paramount and everyone seemed to
be much more friendly there when it came to doing
business. Wearing a pair of dark gray slacks and a white
collared shirt with a brilliant red & black striped tie,
I personally thought I looked pretty good, certainly good
enough to be walking in with Denise Richards by my side.
Taking off her sunglasses, Denise's brilliant green eyes
seemed to glow in the dim light of the garage. We took
the stairs of the garage up one flight and then got
inside of a compact full glass elevator that lifted us up
the 8 stories to the top of Paramount towers.
"Wow. Isn't the view breath-taking Dean?" Denise said,
turning to me as we rose. I nodded in reply; it was a
brilliant site to see all of the studio warehouses and
offices falling away from us as we shot up in the
elevator. But the ride was short lived and behind us I
heard the "DING" of the elevator coming to a stop. We
walked out of it and down the hall toward Jack Shaffer's
office, the head of Paramount.
"Mr. Shaffer will be with you in just a moment," his
bubbly secretary said as we took a seat in the waiting
room of his extremely plush office. Sitting there in
silence, my mind wandered back to the dream I had had the
night before about Britney Spears and how incredibly
horny it had made me. Playing the dream back in my mind,
I felt my pants start to bulge a little as I tried to
stay focused on the task at hand and not think about
that.
Jack Shaffer, though a nice guy, was a notorious pussy
hound and I knew he would try to maneuver in some way to
try and get into the pants of Denise, despite the fact
that I was right there. I couldn't let my guard down for
a second with him for fear that I might end up signing
Denise into a less desirable role for an upcoming film. I
had heard rumors that the reason she dumped her last
agent and came on with us was because this very thing had
happened once before and led to her lesbian tryst in
"Wild Things".
I was startled out of my own thoughts by the booming
voice of Shaffer as he walked through the heavy oak
double doors of his office to come greet us.
"Ahh, Dean. How have things been going? And the lovely
Ms. Denise Richards. Always a pleasure," Shaffer said,
taking her hand in his as he kissed the back of it
lightly. God, he was starting in on her already. I moved
quick to intervene.
"Hey Jack. Things have been good. Ready to get down to
business?" I said, stepping between the two of them.
Jack looked a little perturbed at me for doing this but
smiled a polite smile anyways.
"Of course. Please, come on in," Jack said, leading us
into his office.
We followed and took a seat in front of him before his
oak desk, which I noticed matched the entire decor of the
office. Jack, a tall and lanky man with slicked back gray
hair, took a seat in his overstuffed leather chair in
front of us, a huge plate glass window overlooking the
entire studio lot behind him.
"Now, let's get started. I've green-lighted two projects
that I think Denise would be perfect for. One is an
action flick staring either Russell Crowe or Vin Diesel,
playing an anti-hero. Denise, you would play the main
character's love interest, torn between following him or
doing what was right and helping the military hero who is
after him. Benicio Del Toro has already signed on to play
that role. Now, this role wouldn't be as physically
intensive as your role in The World Is Not Enough but it
would require a good bit of action stunts. We can get you
a script by Thursday if you want this one and shooting
begins in August," Shaffer said, moving a pen back and
forth in his hands.
"Hmm...sounds interesting. I'd of course have to see the
script before I sign on to anything but yea, I'm
interested. What is the other role?," Denise replied,
sitting up in her chair and looking attentive and
interested. Her 36C breasts jutted against the fabric of
her top and I had to tear myself away from staring at
her.
"Well, the other role is a very hot sexual thriller where
you would be playing opposite of Keanu Reeves. The script
is being ironed out right now but it would require a
sizeable amount of love making scenes. We would of course
have to do a light and visual check on you to see how
well you carry over to the camera when you are nude, but
I'm sure that if I was left to do it or someone higher up
here at the studio it would be carried out in the most
professional manner possible," Jack continued. My ears
perked up at this last comment and I knew that this was
his attempt to weasel into her pants and get a chance to
fuck her. I quickly spoke up.
"Jac, come on. You and I both know that Denise is very
'photogenic' and that if she were to do nudity in a film
again that what she looks like on camera wouldn't be an
issue. I mean, look at 'Wild Things' for Christ sake.
Where were you when that film was being green lighted?" I
said angrily. Every client that my firm had was valued
and I wasn't about to let Denise Richards be exploited by
this horny old man.
Jack just smiled politely again, a wicked and devilish
smile that I knew was him containing his rage at myself
for telling him "no". "Well, we didn't actually make
'Wild Things' so I wasn't involved in the process.
Perhaps you are right, we can just look at footage from
that film and make our decision," he said.
Jack focused his attention towards Denise, who this whole
time had been watching us both intently like a poised cat
as we argued over her back and forth.
"Now Denise, Dean here is a good agent. For his limited
experience, he has a good head on his shoulders," Jack
said, making sure to emphasize the word limited.
"But keep in mind that right now, you're the object of
lust in the eyes of teenage to adult men all over the
country. Nudity certainly helped your career when you did
'Wild Things', or else we wouldn't be sitting here right
now. Perhaps another nude scene would bring in enough
ticket sales to send you towards being a bankable star.
Just some food for thought," Jack said, folding his hands
on his desk and smiling a warm smile at Denise. I have to
admit that he looked like a concerned father when he did
that, albeit a horny and oversexed one.
"I won't rule anything out yet, but I need to see a
script first. I'm sure you wouldn't mind sending one to
Dean when you get it complete would you?" Denise said in
reply, her tone cold enough to let Shaffer know that she
knew what was going on.
"I'd be delighted to. Now, let's talk payment on
whichever picture you decide on," Jack said, his voice
changing to one of strictly business.
We spent the next hour or so bickering and arguing over a
few million dollars, with Jack taking the hard line that
if she did the thriller there was at least $5 million
more in it for her, plus a cut of the total box office
gross. I made sure though that no matter what Denise
decided, she would have full control over her character
and would get to decide what she would and wouldn't do on
screen, regardless of Jack's prodding.
As he walked us out of the office, Jack put his hand on
Denise's shoulder.
"When you have a chance to look over those scripts, give
me a call. Whatever you decide on I'm sure will be a
smart choice. Perhaps we can have dinner to help
celebrate," Jack said exuberantly, still trying hard to
get Denise out of her panties however possible.
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea," Denise replied,
flashing him a brilliant white smile. Jack patted her on
the shoulder and shut the door behind us. "Sounds like a
winning game plan. See you two later," he said, closing
the door.
We walked out of the office and got back onto the
elevator and I pushed the button for the ground floor.
"Thanks for sticking up for me in there Dean," Denise
said. "I guess you heard what happened to my last agent
when he let his pants think for both him and I," she said
with a smile.
"No problem. Shaffer is known for being a major skirt
chaser so I wanted to make sure that you didn't end up
doing something you didn't want to. He is right though
you know. You definitely are the "it" girl right now.
Denise just smiled shyly at me. I guess that even
beautiful actresses like her can be a little bashful
sometimes.
Denise looked like she was about to say something in
reply, when suddenly the elevator was filled with a loud
scraping noise that rocked the glass car back and forth
harshly, flinging us into the one metal side by the
doors. The car shook some more as it slid down on its
track slowly until finally stopping.
"Fuck!" Denise and I both said in unison. The elevator
was stuck.
Looking up and around the car, there didn't seem to be
any damage inside that I could see. We had only probably
gone about a story or two when the car stopped and
looking outside, I saw that we were extremely high up.
"I think we are stuck," Denise said, walking over to the
emergency button on the elevator and pushing it. No
response. Pushing it again, Denise held it in for a long
time, with still no result other than a very slight
buzzing sound. I was afraid that the electricity had cut
out in the elevator, which meant that we were probably
being held up only by the friction of the metal track on
the car door and the side of the elevator shaft.
"Fuck! No one is answering at the control desk! Fuck!"
Denise said angrily, kicking the floor with her heel.
Suddenly, the car rocked again from her kicking, causing
both of us to grab onto the handrails on the side of the
elevator. I could feel my heart start to race in my chest
at understanding the full effect of just how bad the
situation was.
"I think we better not do that anymore," I said shakily.
Denise's face had gone a pale white shade and she nodded
solemnly in agreement.
"All we can do is wait I guess. I'm sure that SOMEONE is
watching these elevators or will notice that something is
the matter pretty soon," I said, sitting down carefully
in the corner of the car.
"Yea, you are probably right. At least I HOPE you are
right," Denise replied, taking a seat opposite me. She
too sounded a little shaken by this whole thing.
I tried dialing back at the office to get Julie to send
someone to help but it was no use - my god damn phone had
no signal, not to mention the batteries were down to only
one bar. Denise's phone was the same way, although she
had more battery life on hers. So, we resigned ourselves
to wait and sat in silence in the elevator car.
After around 30 minutes, with the combined heat of the
suns rays beating in through the glass and without any
air in the car, it became very hot, very quickly. I could
feel my whole back become drenched in sweat as the
minutes rolled on. Loosening my tie, I took it off as
well as my heavy cotton white dress shirt and sat there
in just an undershirt and my slacks.
Denise too was getting very warm sitting in the car,
although where she was sitting was in the most shady
portion of the stuck contraption. Pulling a bottle of
water from her purse, she sipped on it occasionally to
try and cool down. I had a few sips and between the two
of us, it was gone very quickly, leaving us just as hot
as we were before.
I saw Denise squirming over in her corner, trying to fan
herself with the fabric of her silk shirt. It didn't do
much good, as the material stuck to her wet, sweaty skin.
Finally she said "Dean, it wouldn't make you
uncomfortable if I took this shirt off would it? I mean,
I would still be wearing my bra but I just don't want to
cross a business line if you know what I mean," Denise
said.
I gulped dryly in my throat. "No, go ahead. I don't want
you passing out inside of this oven. We've already got
enough problems to deal with," I said.
Denise smiled and said "Ok" softly. Unbuttoning her shirt
in the front, she made her way down her ample chest and
her trim tummy to unbutton the shirt, peeling it off of
her sweaty skin and setting it in the middle of the car.
Her bra was a lace Victoria's Secret brand, and I could
see beads of sweat running down her breasts and soaking
into the fabric. Taking her hair down from her ponytail,
she shook her head lightly back and forth and let her
rich brown hair drape over her shoulders.
Closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the
wall of the car, she sighed "That's much better,"
I nodded in agreement, enjoying the free show sitting
just a few feet in front of me. I put my hands to my
forehead and pretended like I was covering my eyes from
this exasperating situation when really the site of her
large breasts moving up and down slowly as she breathed
transfixed me.
We sat in silence again for a while, and I could feel all
of my energy and strength being sapped out of me as I
sweated profusely. Both of us had taken off our shoes and
had piled all of our clothes now in a little pile in the
center of the car. Glancing at my watch, I saw we had
been there for over an hour and a half.
I must have dozed off because suddenly I heard a man's
voice on the loud speaker above us.
"Everyone alright in there?" the voice said, a deep gruff
sound.
"It's very fucking hot in here. Are you going to get us
down anytime soon?" Denise yelled back at him.
"We're working on it. How many people are in the car?"
the man said.
"Just two of us," I replied. "And we are about to die
from heat exhaustion. Any idea at all when you will let
us out of here?" I said.
"We have two technicians up at the top of the shaft. They
said it will be another hour at least. Just sit tight. If
you look over on the far right of the car, there is a
panel you can open to let some air in there. That should
help you out a little bit," the man said.
I looked over to where he was talking about and sure
enough, there was a panel. It was about 2 feet by 2 feet
and welded onto the outer wall by clear hinges. I don't
know how we missed seeing it before. Pushing on it, it
swung open and I felt a cool breeze rush in.
"Thanks for telling us about the window," Denise said.
"Can you see us in here or just hear us?"
"No ma'm, we can only hear you. The video camera shorted
out when the car stopped so we have to talk to you now
through this radio frequency," the voice said.
"Oh. Ok," Denise said, sounding a little dejected.
"In the meantime, you folks just hang in there and we
will get you down as soon as we can," the man said. "If
you need anything, just push that CALL button above the
emergency button,"
"Alright, thanks," I said. I heard the click of the call
ending and then we were in silence again, except for the
sound of the freeway traffic and blaring horns a few
miles away from the studio.
"Another fucking hour in this hellhole," Denise said.
"I'm not sure if I can make it. I think I might have
blacked out a few times there a while ago,"
"Yea. Modern technology. Fucking great," I replied.
"Maybe you should come sit over here by me. The air from
this window feels good and it sure woke me right up,"
Denise crawled over towards me on her hands and knees,
afraid to stand up and risk rocking the car again.
Taking a seat next to me, Denise reached her arm out of
the window and felt the breeze, letting it run lazily
through her fingers.
"It does feel nice out there. I can't believe we didn't
notice that thing before," Denise said, laughing at the
situation.
"Hey, I know. Why don't we keep talking? That will pass
the time and keep us both from getting too tired from
exhaustion," Denise said, facing me. Her brown hair was
matting on her forehead and a loose strand hung right
down the center of her face sexily.
"Yea, that sounds like a good idea. Was there something
you wanted to talk about? Did you have any opinions on
those scripts?" I replied, trying not to get lost in her
emerald gaze.
"No, not really," Denise said softly. "They both sound
okay. Even the sex one, I actually kind of enjoyed doing
'Wild Things', it was exciting. What I wanted to ask you
was about the waiting room today. You seemed really
vacant and distant. Are you ok?"
I was amazed that a girl like Denise was concerned about
me, and I would have laughed at the situation, had I not
seen the genuine worry in her eyes. Swallowing the laugh
in my throat, I tried to think of the best way to tell
her what had really been distracting me.
"Oh, that. No, I'm fine. I was just thinking about a
dream I had last night, that's all," I replied, carefully
choosing my words. I was hoping that by being
intentionally vague I would help deter her from asking
any more questions and thus keeping me from spilling the
details of my sordid sex dream. But to my surprise, it
only encouraged her more.
"A dream huh? Wow! I've been reading this book all about
dreams. It analyzes them and tells you what they mean. I
think it's soooo interesting," Denise said, her face
lighting up. She was giggling like a little schoolgirl
almost and I knew that my goose was cooked. "So tell me
Dean, what was in this dream that you can't stop thinking
about,"
"No, I can't tell you about it," I replied flatly.
"Oh yes you can! Come on! I want to know!" Denise said,
tugging on my arm like a little girl.
"No, I really don't think you want to hear it," I said,
trying to sound convincing.
"Yes I do. Trust me, I've read lots of weird and freaky
shit, what I've read will be hard to top. Now tell me!"
Denise demanded, pulling on my arm with more force now.
"Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Just quit trying to
yank my arm out of the socket," I said.
Denise let go of my arm and sat up straight, ready to
listen intently with what I had to say. Part of me told
me to lie, to just make something up. But a stronger part
knew that by lying I would just create more problems for
myself. I didn't want to lose Denise's hard earned trust
so I just bit the bullet and started recounting my kinky
Britney Spears sex dream.
"Well, it was about Britney Spears," I said, casting my
eyes to the floor, occasionally stealing a look up into
Denise's. She was watching me with intent interest.
"And we were on the set of where she filmed that Pepsi
commercial, you know which one I mean. Hell you were in a
Pepsi commercial!" I said. Denise just nodded and smiled
and said "Go on,"
"Well, it's dark and I get drawn towards Britney who is
up on some stage. I follow her around some, and I don't
remember all the details of this part, but we are naked
suddenly and having sex there on the stage," I said, now
paying very close attention to Denise. I saw a flicker of
some sort run across her eyes, like lust or sexual energy
of some sort, even though her face didn't change at all.
"Go on," Denise whispered. I saw that she was folding and
unfolding her hands in her waist and that my storytelling
was turning her on.
"And then right before we finish fuc...er, making love,
we are surrounded by this group of guys who I recognize
as her dancers from the commercial. I lead them all in
taking turns fucking Britney. It's not like we are raping
her or anything, but she is just being this totally
submissive slut. Then, the last thing I know, I'm on a
white bed with and having sex with her by myself. Then I
wake up," I said to her, playing back the details in my
mind that I felt were necessary to leave out.
"Wow. That sounds like a pretty vivid dream," Denise said
dreamily, staring at the wall distantly.
I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with her
reaction, so I tried to change the subject or get the
topic to something else.
"So umm...you've read the book. What do you think that
means? What does the book have to say?" I said. Denise
looked at me, her mind finally returning to her.
"To be honest, I don't know. See, I bought that book
because I was having the same sort of problem. All these
really weird and kinky sex dreams about all sorts of
things. They started about a year ago and now I seem to
get them every two or three nights," Denise said. Her
face was now just inches from mine and I realized that we
were both whispering.
"Tell me about what was in these sorts of dreams," I
said, swallowing hard.
"Well, there was this one where I'm dressed in all
leather and I have this big, black whip in one hand and a
long, 12 inch dildo in the other. And I'm whipping this
girl on the floor, only I can't see who she is. But every
time I whip her, she cries out in pain so to shut her up
I shove the dildo into her pussy. Then, before I know it,
I'm fucking this girl with the dildo strapped on to me.
And right before I cum, I wake up," Denise said, using
her hands to illustrate what she is doing.
If the room had been 90 degrees before, it suddenly must
have risen at least 10 degrees in temperature. My cock
was rock hard in my pants as I imagined Denise fucking
another girl with a strap-on.
"Some dream you have there. Definitely kinky..." I said,
my voice trailing off.
"But you want to hear one of my kinkiest dreams?" Denise
said sexily, her lips almost touching mine.
"Suuuurrree...." I said, my voice wavering a little as I
tried to remain cool.
"I'm stuck in this elevator see, with this really
handsome man. We are both hot and sweaty from waiting in
the elevator and he has just told me this really wicked,
hot sex dream of his. And all I want to do is rip his
clothes off and feel his big, rock hard prick inside of
me all day long. I don't even care if a million people
are seeing it, all I can think about doing is fucking his
brains out," Denise said to me. She was leaning over me
now and I didn't realize that I was leaning back against
the wall at an angle, the helpless prey of this naughty
sex kitten.
"You ever have any dreams like that Dean?" Denise
whispered to me and I decided I just couldn't take any
more of it.
"No, but I've had a few brushes with reality that
resemble that," I said. Grabbing Denise's head, I pull
her lips to mine. Feeling like fire, our skin and tongues
wrestle with each other and we try feverishly to feel
more and more of each other. All my body can feel is the
desire to touch and hold Denise. Clothes fly everywhere
as Denise rips off her skirt and bra and flings it aside.
Denise's breasts are a beautiful sight, hanging before
me. So rich and full, they sway gently and tantalizingly
over my mouth. Her nipples are rock hard and fully
aroused, the brown of her areola flushing to become an
even richer shade. Grabbing a breast in my hand, I pull
it down to my mouth with Denise leaning above me,
supporting herself with her arms by my side.
Moaning, Denise lowers her hips over my crotch and grinds
herself devilishly into me. And while the feeling is
sheer bliss, laying on my back on a hot metal elevator
isn't. Lifting Denise off of me, I move her with force
against the wall of the elevator so that we are both
pressed against the glass overlooking the whole studio
lot, both of us in various states of undress.
I am now down to just my boxers and nothing else while
Denise is writhing beneath me in my arms wearing a simple
black silk thong, her ass cheeks keeping the material
pressed tightly to her skin from the sweat of the room.
My hands are roaming all over Denise's body now, and I
can feel her casually slip hers inside of my boxers to
squeeze my ass gently, bringing her hand down
occasionally to cup my balls and rub her hand over my
already excruciatingly hard cock.
With her palms, she grabs the inside of the material of
my boxers and pulls them down, leaving me standing there
naked as I hold her in my arms. I rub my cock against the
fabric of her panties, feeling the moistness of it
touching the tip of my dick. Sliding them aside with my
finger, I slowly enter her, her pussy enveloping my rod
completely.
Denise moans loudly and sighs as I slip all 9 inches of
my cock into. I can feel my balls slapping against the
bottom of her cunt, our pubes rubbing against each other
to create a soft crinkling sound from our sweat and her
dripping juices. Taking my time thrusting into her, I
rotate my shaft around inside of her, exploring every
centimeter of her with my dick from all angles.
Then without warning, I thrust into her hard, trapping
her clit beneath my cock as I shove, creating unbearable
friction. Crying out so loud that it shakes the elevator
car, Denise's orgasm shakes her from her toes to her
chest as I feel her shudder beneath me and her juices
trickle down my legs.
My slow pace must have been too much of a tease for
Denise, because before I know it, she has wrapped her
legs against me and pushed me back hard into the far
wall, causing the glass of the elevator to shake and
sway. I must admit I was a little nervous given our
situation, but if something were to happen, I couldn't
think of a better way to go out.
Supporting Denise with my arms under her butt, she rocks
her hips back and forth into my lap as I hold us both up,
her long brown hair swinging around wildly as she gyrated
on top of my lap.
Fucking her was getting more difficult, as my arms and
legs were getting tired from having to support her
(although my cock was certainly enjoying IT'S placement
in all of this). Setting Denise down on her feet, she
whined a little as I pulled my cock out of her so I could
re-adjust my position.
Looking down into her deep green eyes, all I could see
was pure lust in them. Grabbing her hard again (she
seemed to like it a little rough), I took her hands and
folded them above her head. Next, pushing her naked body
against the large glass windowpane, her nipples leaving a
slight residue of sweat as her hot skin was pressed
against the glass, I bent her over at the waist to give
me full access to her pussy.
Denise's ass looked incredible thrust out there before
me, the sweet honey of her cum covering her cunt like a
moist flower and her tan, firm ass cheeks quivering in
anticipation of what I was going to do next. I spread her
legs a little wider and then moved up behind her, guiding
my cock home.
I slid the tip in slowly at first, but gave her the rest
of my 9 inches in one sharp thrust. She had been waiting
for me to slip into her, so when the head first entered
her she cooed in enjoyment, until I entered her the rest
of the way, in which her moan became a guttural cry of
pure lust, her body taking over for her pleasure
overloaded mind.
I grabbed Denise by the waist now and began sliding in
and out of her quickly, my dick stretching and teasing
her contracting pussy muscles with every thrust. Her cunt
had opened up very wide now, and I had no trouble as I
fucked her, occasionally slipping two or three fingers
inside of her for effect.
I put my face up next to hers and watched her eyes close
tightly with every stroke into her I made. Looking out
the window, I noticed that anyone could look up and see
us. The thrill of knowing that a total stranger could be
watching Denise and myself fucking each other like
animals in heat was an incredible turn on. Now I know why
all those exhibitionists get off on it.
Focusing back on the task at hand, I slipped another
finger into Denise's cunt, bringing the total now up to
three (as well as my cock). She shuddered again when my
finger entered her, invoking another orgasm that coated
my hand with her sweet juices.
Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I licked my fingers
clean of her sweet nectar and savored the sweet, salty
taste of her juices. I ran my hand down Denise's side,
feeling her silky smooth flesh beneath my touch as I
caressed past her hip over her ass. I slid my fingers
into the cleft of her ass, causing her to moan and grunt
in pleasure a little as I did so.
"Oooooo yea...stick your finger in my ass!" Denise
growled at me, a look of animal sexuality on her face as
she spoke. I continued to tease her ass, rubbing first
one and then two fingers over her pert asshole before
slipping the tip of my index finger inside of her.
I felt her sphincter quickly contract a little around my
finger invading her hole, but it just as quickly relaxed
and I began to slide more of my finger inside of her.
Pulling it out slowly, I got all but the tip of my
fingernail out of her butt before I shoved my finger back
in hard on the same upstroke that my cock made.
I built up a rhythm inside of her as I worked my finger
in time with my cock. I could feel the narrow membrane
between her pussy walls and her tight ass hole every time
I worked in and out of her, and I knew that the pleasure
of our fucking and the added heat and friction of being
finger fucked in the ass was certain to give Denise at
least another orgasm or two before I even had my own.
Amazed at my stamina for not coming after being so worn
out from the heat, I realized that the car and video
camera could come back on any time now, I had to ignore
the thrill of such a risk and speed things up if I wanted
to get my own rocks off. Removing my hand from her butt,
I grabbed Denise by the ass hard and starting fucking her
cunt hard as she balanced herself on the wall, her firm
body leaving sweat impressions every time she touched the
hot glass of the elevator. Denise knew I was trying to
get off, and she was more than happy to help.
I felt her hand and her long finger nails reach up under
her cunt and cup my balls, teasing and pulling on them
the opposite direction as I fucked her. My shaft was like
a well-oiled machine now, moving in and out of her
completely with every thrust before bottoming out within
her and hitting the softness of the back of her pussy
wall hard.
Denise now was fondling my balls in time with my fucking,
squeezing them gently and moving her hand up and down
over her own cunt as she tried to get us both off.
"Dean...I'm going to cum! Cum with me! ARRRGGHH!!" Denise
moaned as she neared another orgasm. I felt my building
and all it took was one more soft caress of my balls with
her hand before I felt my seed speeding up through my
shaft and exploding deep within her. Denise moaned in
orgasm as she too came. I felt her juices explode all
over my cock as I came, coating it from head to end.
I stayed buried in Denise as we leaned against the glass
of the elevator wall. Finally Denise lowered her leg and
climbed off of me. Putting her panties back on, she
couldn't resist feeling me one more time and thrust
herself onto me, embracing me in a deep and passionate
kiss.
We were interrupted by the elevator technicians voice
again.
"Sorry about that, I went to go grab a sandwich and then
I come back and hear screaming. Everything ok in there?"
the man said.
"Fine. You must be hearing things because uhh.." I said,
my train of thought interrupted as I watched Denise scoop
up a trail of cum that was running down her leg and then
lick it off her finger. "uhh...we weren't screaming or
anything,"
"Ok, maybe so. Well, we got the elevator fixed. We're
going to try and bring you down right now, but you might
want to hold on to something just in case," the man said.
Denise and I quickly redressed and then she took hold of
me as we felt the elevator descend.
A little rocky start at first, we reached the bottom in
no time. Before the doors opened, Denise gave me another
quick kiss and said "That was fun. Let's try that again
sometime," Denise whispered to me before straightening
out her blouse. The door to the elevator opened and we
were greeted by three burly looking workmen standing
around to see what yuppies were stranded in the elevator.
I got a good deal of satisfaction however when I saw
their jaws drop when they saw Denise step out of the
elevator. All three were speechless as Denise and I
walked to our cars.
"Cya around Dean. I'll let you know what I decide on the
film, k?" Denise said, blowing me a kiss.
"Sure thing. I'll talk to you real soon," I said.
If only that would turn out to be true. The next few
months, as you will soon learn, would prove to be some of
the most trying of my life as love and danger take on a
whole new meaning for me out here in Hollywood...
CHAPTER 15: Natalie Portman
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