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Story title : Journal of an Agent: Winona Ryder
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 17 - Winona Ryder
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
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"Are you sure you have everything Dean? Briefcase,
luggage, passport, tickets..." Damon said, rushing around
my office in a fever of activity.
"Yes Damon, I'm fine. I have everything. And if I don't,
I'll just call you on my cell phone and have you FedEx
it, ok?" I replied, standing at the door waiting on him
to finish looking around so he could take me to the
airport.
Damon stopped in the middle of the room, dropping his
hands to his side and smiling weakly.
"Sorry, I just know how I get before trips. I freak out
and always worry that I left something behind," he said.
"I have everything I need. Besides, this is a vacation.
It's NOT a business meeting. Relax," I said, ushering him
out the door.
We got into my BMW and headed to the airport, Damon
driving frantically on the freeway like a maniac, trying
to get me to the airport, despite my plane not leaving
for 2 hours. I tried to tell him to relax and calm down
but he seemed to ignore me, so I just let him do what he
wanted.
Whipping into a parking space, he barely had cut off the
engine before he flew out of the car, grabbing the
luggage with him and hustled into the airport. I armed
the car and chased to catch up behind him.
"Damon..." I said, jogging beside him. "Damon! DAMON!" I
finally screamed, getting his attention and making him
stop.
"Huh? What?" he said, out of breath as well.
"STOP. We can walk. The plane doesn't leave for over an
hour. Relax," I said, grabbing his shoulder. He set the
luggage down and wiped a small trickle of sweat from his
bald forehead.
"Ok. We can walk the rest of the way," he said, picking
up the suitcase and continuing on down the terminal
calmly.
I checked in and boarded the plane a few minutes later.
Damon had indeed chilled out while I boarded, his
nervousness over being left to run the office while I was
gone very apparent.
The plane took off after only a minor delay and I relaxed
in my seat and enjoyed the plane ride on the non-stop
flight to Sweden, where I would spend the next week
skiing. I had decided to take this vacation at the spur
of the moment, the summer heat and energy crisis fiasco
of California wearing me down. I hadn't skied since I was
much younger back East, but felt that Sweden would be the
perfect place to go and unwind. No celebrities to deal
with, no headaches and nothing but a ski lodge and a
mountain of pure white snow.
I arrived at the small airport outside the even smaller
city where the resort was located. No terminal or rush of
commuters around, I actually walked off the plane onto a
tarmac. The air was bitter cold, a strong wind gust
ripping at my face as I shielded myself from it. A line
of cabs were waiting for passengers outside the airport,
so I hopped in one and was on my way. The driver
thankfully knew English and we arrived in no time.
After checking in, I went up to my room and took a long
shower before taking a brief nap to kill some of my jet
lag. Refreshed and ready to go, I walked down the
mahogany stairs and scoped out the resort. A grand
architectural style encompassed everything about the
building, with a huge staircase leading to the second
floor of rooms. The lobby/entrance area was plush and
comfortable, the ceilings vaulted by two huge wooden
beams. The roof was made of thick glass that looked out
to the night sky, stars twinkling above. The lobby was
practically vacant so I made my way to the bar, where I
heard many revelers and fellow guests, speaking in a wide
variety of languages, enjoying the thing that brings
cultures together: alcohol.
The bar was rustic like the rest of the resort, with
emerald green marble columns supporting the bar area
itself. The back wall was lined with booths that were
mostly empty, except for a few couples talking closely
and intimately with one another. There was a very
international flavor to the drink selection, as the
majority of drinks above the bar I didn't know the
slightest bit about.
"What can I get you sir?" said the bartender in a heavy
Swedish accent.
"Jack & Coke please, with just a cube or two of ice," I
replied, folding my hands on top of the bar and looking
around. I glanced down to my right and saw a quite
attractive blonde woman sitting alone, nursing a
margarita. She smiled at me and I could tell she was
checking me out. Not one to pass up the chance with a
beautiful woman, I took my drink and went and sat next to
her.
"Hi. My name is Dean," I said, extending my hand.
"Kate, pleased to meet you. You're an American as well?"
she replied, holding out her hand daintily. Her fingers
were long and thin, and she had quite beautiful hands,
accented by a light baby blue shade of nail polish on her
fingernails. The dress she was wearing matched her nails,
a very light shade of blue held onto her buxom body by
spaghetti straps.
"Yes, I'm from America. California actually. How about
you?" I asked, smiling warmly at her.
"Dallas, Texas. I just came here to get away from the
rush of the city and my job as a bank manager. I grew up
in Colorado so I love to ski. How about you, where are
you from and what do you do?" she asked.
"I'm originally from New York State, but I moved to
California to take over my father's firm. I run Shooting
Stars talent agency, one of the most prestigious
Hollywood agencies in LA. Bank manager huh? Isn't that
pretty slow and tedious stuff, besides handling all the
money?" I asked, finishing off my drink and ordering her
and myself another.
Kate laughed. "Well, it's not as bad as you would think
it is, but I'm sure it's nothing like being around all
those famous people all the time. Does your firm have
many big star clients?" Kate asked.
"We have a few bankable stars. Sorry, that's Hollywood
lingo. Yes, I represent people like Julia Roberts, Lucy
Liu, Jennifer Love Hewitt and quite a few others that I
can't think of right now because I think I drank that
last drink too fast," I said, laughing.
"Wow, that's incredible! Tell me more!" Kate said,
genuinely interested in what I did.
We continued talking for over an hour, downing drinks and
laughing about the corporate world and the lives of
celebrities. It was so nice talking to her, to talk to a
real person and a real woman, not a pampered and rich
star. Things were going along great and I was beginning
to think that this conversation might lead to somewhere
else (namely, my room). By the 5th or 6th drink, the
conversation turned to sex and past affairs we had had.
While I was still on my feet and able to think and talk
fairly well, I had drank so much in a while and I was
feeling more than a little on the wasted side. And when I
get drinking, my tongue starts to slip a little.
"My last boyfriend was an ass. He wanted me to do
something really kinky. He said he wanted a three way
with him, me and this girl from his work. I refused right
on the spot, and dumped his ass a week later," Kate said,
scraping off the salt from her margarita glass and
licking it from her finger.
I don't know why I did it, but I just chose that break in
the conversation to blurt out: "Three ways are nothing. I
do them all the time. The most recent one I had was with
Jennifer Aniston and Lisa Kudrow. You wouldn't BELIEVE
how well those two girls fuck!" I said. I knew I had
fucked up as soon as the words left my mouth, but it was
too late.
Kate's face turned to one of shock and she stood up to
go.
"You men...you are all the same. Thinking women are just
your sexual playthings. Nice meeting you, but I have to
go," Kate said, gathering her purse to leave.
And yet again my tongue got the best of me and I said to
her: "Eh, don't worry about it. You're not attractive
enough to be in a three way any ways,"
My drunken stupor was quickly broken when Kate slapped me
across the face, the blow stinging and quite painful. She
hurried out of the bar and disappeared around the corner.
The rest of the bar had been watching the whole thing but
quickly looked away when I glanced in their direction.
The bartender seemed to be extremely occupied with a row
of glasses that needed polishing and made no eye contact.
I was just about to leave when I heard a female voice
laughing behind me.
"The great Dean Simonds gets rejected! I never thought I
would live to see that day!" the voice said.
Spinning around on my heel, my head swimming, I was face
to face with a woman I recognized instantly: Winona
Ryder.
"Winona...what are you doing here? I am in Sweden aren't
I, shouldn't you be in LA or somewhere shooting a movie?"
I said, slurring my words together. My head had started
to clear a little but I was still talking and reacting a
little slow.
"I'm on vacation. I guess I just happened to pick the one
spot where my agent's rival would be, ha, ha." she said
with a smile.
Winona was dressed very normal like, hardly any makeup on
and her long dark brown hair pulled back behind her ears
loosely. She wasn't wearing anything flattering, just a
pair of ski pants and an oversized parka. Still, I had
known right away who she was, her natural doe like beauty
apparent even in this bar.
"Oh. Well, I'm on vacation too. Skiing actually. Just got
here today, but I don't think things are going too well
so far," I said.
"Well, if the way that woman treated you is any
indication than I guess not. Dean, you've got to realize
that the women from other parts of the world are nothing
like LA women. They can't be wowed with your tales of
sexual prowess. Even I wasn't that impressed and look at
me, I've been in the business for a long time," Winona
said, taking a sip of the beer she held in her hand.
"What do you mean? How ELSE should I try and pick up a
woman?" I said, feeling utterly stupid in asking the
question.
"Let me explain it to you. Here, why don't we step
outside for a minute, let you clear your head in the cold
air. I need a smoke anyways," Winona said.
I nodded and asked the bartender for a cup of coffee,
black and followed Winona outside.
The air was indeed quite frigid and cold, snow falling
lightly outside into the parking lot where a few Subs and
Mercedes sat, caked in it. The light from the lobby of
the resort cast a pale yellow glow onto the world outside
and the mountains loomed dark and foreboding a few miles
away. The skyline was dotted with ski lifts hung
suspended in the air, stopped for the night.
Winona and I sat across from each other on two wooden
benches outside, the canopy ahead offering only a little
bit of protection from the cold and bitter wind that
would gust in occasionally.
I sipped my coffee while I watched Winona fish in her
purse for a pack of Marlboro lights and her lighter.
Pulling the long white stick from it's pack, the paper of
it almost matching her pale white skin, her face was lit
up as she sparked the lighter, the orange glow of the
flame struggling not to go out in the wind.
"You know, those things will kill you," I said to her,
watching as she inhaled and blew out a whiff of bluish
smoke that was quickly ripped apart by the breeze.
"Yea, I know. And don't you tell my agent either. After I
got chastised by the Surgeon General for being a 'female
role model that portrays to young girls that smoking is
ok in all of her movies'" Winona said in a deep, mocking
voice, "My agent made me promise to quit. I tried, I
really did. But sometimes, I just need one."
"We all have our little vices. You have your cigarettes,
I have my full on sexual obsession with fucking
celebrities," I said, trailing off.
Winona laughed, a little bit of the smoke billowing from
her mouth. "That's your problem. You've lost touch with
the normal woman," she said. "You need to go back to your
days as a teenager. You need to know how to talk to her,
find out what she wants and doesn't want and if she is
your type or not,"
"Is that what works for you? Or are you just dispensing
advice against celebrities while being a celebrity
yourself?" I asked, drinking my coffee.
"I don't go for celebrities. I learned my lesson after
Johnny Depp. Men who are famous or are around famous
people get too full of themselves. They don't know how to
just leave the business behind and be a real person. And
while I think you are a cocky bastard who likes to brag
about how much pussy he has nabbed, you still have a very
normal 'every guy' heir about you," Winona said, stubbing
out her cigarette and blowing out a final whiff of smoke.
"You think so huh? Well, I appreciate that. Except the
cocky bastard part of course," I said with a smile.
Winona smiled back.
"Don't mention it," she said, shivering a little. "I'm
cold as hell, what say we hit the Jacuzzi for a little
bit. It closed an hour ago but I won't tell if you
won't,"
"Sounds good to me. Let me just go up to my room and
change," I said.
"No, you don't have to do that. I say we go skinny-
dipping. I want to see if all those rumors about your,
ahem, equipment are true," she said with a broad smile.
The light from the hotel twinkled in her eyes and I
thought I saw a flicker of lust and sexual desire in them
(I've become quite attuned to picking up on that sort of
thing).
"Well, I can assure you that it's all there. The question
is, will you be joining me or am I going to just be
putting on a show for you?" I asked, grinning at her.
"Don't worry, I'll play fair," Winona said.
We walked through the lobby and down an adjoining hallway
towards the gym/spa area of the lodge. The Jacuzzi and
pool were at the very end of the hallway - private and
secluded.
Winona went in first, not even hesitating to strip naked.
In one motion, she had removed her parka and top. Next
came her boots (all her articles of clothing flung
haphazardly onto a nearby bench) and then her pants and
panties and Winona was naked in almost 5 seconds. I
watched her pale, lithe white body make it's way towards
the Jacuzzi, her firm and tight ass swaying and jiggling
a little as she walked. Winona reached around her back
and undid her hair, shaking it free over her shoulders as
she entered into the Jacuzzi slowly.
"Ooooo...that feels SO GOOD!" Winona exclaimed, the steam
from the bubbling whirlpool encompassing her whole body.
Turning around to face me, I made out Winona's large
breasts and her dark red areolas in the light, her pussy
hidden under the water.
"Well? Aren't you coming? I want to see that thing!"
Winona said at me, holding an arm out and beckoning, her
finger moving in a "come hither" position.
Strange as it was, I was a little hesitant to strip
naked. I didn't know what to expect from this situation -
if Winona really just wanted to relax and talk (while we
were both naked for some reason) or if she wanted to
fuck. With a little bit of hesitation, I removed all of
my clothing and walked into the Jacuzzi.
The water felt warm and comforting, soaking into my skin
and relaxing the tension in my muscles from the long
flight earlier in the day. The steam filled my nostrils,
a chlorine smell that felt heated and relaxing. I
couldn't help but recline a bit in the Jacuzzi and just
enjoy the flow of water.
Winona lay across from me with her eyes closed, also
enjoying the relaxation. Her nipples and breasts swayed
gently in the current of the water, the tops of her
breasts sticking out just above the waters surface. "I
could lay here forever. Everything just seems to melt
away," she said.
Winona opened her eyes and a wide grin spread her face.
"Ok, now, let's see that thing of yours! Stand up!" she
said.
I gave her a kind of puzzled look, still trying to scope
out the situation. Nevertheless, I placed my hands on the
side of the spa and lifted myself up, so that I towered
above Winona. Coincidence or not, my half erect dick hung
just at the same level as her mouth.
"Here, come closer. I want to touch it!" Winona giggled.
Taking a step forward, my nine-inch cock was now inches
from her face. Winona lifted her arm from the bubbly
water and wrapped her hand around my prick. Her fingers
were small and surprisingly a little cold, despite the
temperature of the water. I jumped a little when she
touched me but as she began to run her hand up and down
my member, I quickly adjusted.
It didn't take more than a few strokes before my cock had
grown to full length. Winona stopped jerking and admired
it, playing with my balls in her hand and rubbing the
palm of her hand over the head.
"My, my, my... Jessica was right. You ARE quite well
hung. I wonder how you taste..." Winona said, lowering
her mouth over my prick. Her mouth was warm and inviting,
just the like the water that I stood in. Winona's mouth
moved down to the base of my shaft, her throat working in
one motion to deep throat me. She slowly pulled her mouth
off of my dick, her lips making a smacking sound as they
popped off from the head.
"Tastes good too. Ok, that's all I wanted to know. You
can sit down now," Winona said.
I stood there dumbfounded, my dick still coated in a
layer of Winona's saliva.
"What? Sit down Dean, that thing is distracting," Winona
said. Not knowing what else to do, I followed her order.
"You didn't REALLY think I was going to fuck you just
like that did you?" Winona said, an evil little grin on
her face. "No, don't worry, you'll get laid tonight. But
first, I'm going to teach you how to please a woman,"
"First things first, you need to know how to eat a pussy.
You have been kind enough to return the favor to a woman
before haven't you?" Winona asked. I was getting a little
angry by her methods but I wanted to see where she was
going with this.
"Yes, of course I have. Just ask your 'friend' Jessica.
Or any of the other celeb women I've been with," I
replied angrily.
"Alright, alright. Calm down. Just a question. Let's just
see if you can put your money where your mouth is,"
Winona said, grinning. She lifted herself up out of the
Jacuzzi and onto the edge of the wooden railing beside
it.
Spreading her legs slightly, Winona's cunt was just a
foot or so away. "Come on Dean, let's see what you got,"
she said, holding her inner pussy lips open a little.
I moved my way over towards her pussy, the odor from it
strong and pungent, filling my nose with an intoxicating
aroma. Her legs and outer lips were wet with the water
from the Jacuzzi, with a slight foam of bubbles. She was
shaven in a V pattern around her cunt lips, and I could
see moisture inside of her pussy.
Lowering my head towards her, I heard her take a sharp
intake of breath as my tongue touched her. Winona relaxed
a little and I began to lick her.
I began to move my tongue around her lips, delving it in
sporadically towards her hole, opening her pussy up like
a flower with every thrust of my nimble tongue. Burrowing
my face deeper into her, I slid my tongue into the depths
of her tight pussy, licking around and searching for her
clit. Winona closed her legs tighter around my head
instinctively, making it hard for me to breath in my wet,
hot jungle. I thought I was doing a good job eating her
out but apparently Winona wanted to give me some tips.
"No, no, no, you're doing it all wrong. What you have to
do is move your tongue over theRRREE!!! WOAH! KEEP DOING
THAT!" Winona said. With a flick of my tongue, I wrapped
it around her clit and began sucking my tongue backwards
over it. Right about when I started doing this was when
Winona's complaining began, and it quickly shut her up.
"Ooooooo! Yes! Right there Dean! Yes! Don't stop! Keep
licking my clit! Oh God, oh God! Yes, I'm
CUMMMMMINNNNGGG!!!!" Winona screamed, her voice echoing
in the small room, bouncing from the wooden walls. I felt
a flood of juice hit my face as Winona orgasmed, an
excess of her cum leaking down my chin and into the
Jacuzzi. Winona's juices tasted sweet, a tangy taste that
danced around on my tongue. I swallowed half a mouth full
of her cum, the rest falling on my face. I glanced up and
saw Winona laying down on the floor, her legs dangling in
the water. Winona was catching her breath, so I dunked my
head under the hot water and rinsed my face off.
When I lifted my head back up, refreshed from the steamy
water, Winona was laying across the Jacuzzi, reclined and
relaxed, her toe dipping lazily in the water.
"You don't mind if I have a cigarette do you? That orgasm
was just TOO fucking great! I mean, I heard you were good
and all but WOW!" Winona said. I told her I didn't mind
so she fished out a smoke from her nearby purse and lit
it, exhaling the smoke above her. The odor was pungent in
sweet, and made for an interesting scent when mixed with
the smell of sex and the chemicals from the pool and spa.
I moved back to the side of the Jacuzzi and just watched
her, Winona's breasts moving up and down slowly as she
inhaled, her pert nipples still aroused from the sexual
activity.
"Dean, stand up. I want to try something," Winona said. I
stood up in the Jacuzzi and looked down at her. Taking my
half hard cock in her hand, Winona pulled me over towards
her. She stroked up and down the shaft of my cock
quickly, getting me hard in a heartbeat. Then, with her
other free hand Winona put the cigarette to her lips and
inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her mouth.
Lowering her head over my cock, Winona opened her mouth
as she let my dick slide between her lips. My member
fully in her mouth now, Winona exhaled lightly around me.
At first I felt nothing but then suddenly my cock began
to tingle all over, the heat and chemicals in the smoke
causing my cock to react strongly. I felt myself grow so
hard it almost hurt, as I looked down and watched the
smoke billow out away from my balls like steam escaping
from an engine. The tingling continued as the last trails
of smoke spilled out, and Winona lifted her mouth from
me.
I was gasping from shock, the sensation unlike anything I
ever had felt before. I looked back down at Winona and
she was grinning at me wildly.
"I had heard that gets men extremely turned on. Something
in the chemicals from the smoke. So, you wanna fuck now?"
she said.
I didn't answer, only jumped over at her playfully and
rolled on top of her. She lifted her head up to kiss me
and I returned the kiss, feeling her naked body pressed
beneath me as my cock lay inches from her snatch, resting
on my stomach. Putting my arms above her shoulders, I
lifted up my hips and we both watched as my cock slowly
moved down to her pussy and I pushed forward, the tip of
my head sliding into her.
Winona gasped a little and exhaled, as I lowered my
weight onto her and pushed more of my cock into her.
Winona's pussy was not as tight as I thought it would
have been, but it was warm and soft, and she seemed to
have great control over the inner muscles. I felt her
squeeze around my shaft as I finally had all 9 inches
inside of her.
I wasted no time pistoning in and out of her, because I
knew that the little blowjob trick she had just done
would make me cum pretty quickly. Rocking my hips back
and forth inside of her, I moved my head down to her
panting chest. Winona was lost in her own world, her head
writhing around and bouncing back and forth as I slammed
in and out of her. Our bodies wet from the water, we
moved back and forth in a rhythm like a well-oiled
machine. The only sound heard in the room was the sound
of my balls slamming against the crack in Winona's ass
and her occasional moans.
I felt my load building up in my balls as I bucked harder
into Winona. She sensed I was coming, how she knew I have
no idea. Still, she egged me on to get my balls ready to
unload inside of her snatch.
"Yea Dean, I can feel you about to come. Well do it for
me baby, unleash your load inside me. I want to feel you
in me! Do it! Do it! Do it!!!!!!!!!" Winona screamed
again. I felt my balls tighten up and I did just as she
said, shooting wave after wave of cum inside of her. The
orgasm was incredibly intense, probably due to all the
teasing and encouragement Winona was giving me.
After 4 or 5 spurts, and after cumming for almost a
minute, I finally subsided and pulled my soft cock from
Winona's snatch. She rolled over onto her stomach and
slowly lowered herself back into the water. We laid on
top of each other for a few minutes, not saying anything.
Winona fondled my balls a little while I teased her
nipples. It was just casual sex but I knew that both of
us had enjoyed it a lot.
"So, did I live up to what you had heard about me?" I
finally said.
"Oh yea, without a doubt," Winona sighed contentedly.
The rest of my vacation, I spent (unlike my original
plan), hanging out with Winona. She had gotten there only
a day before me and we both were planning on staying the
same amount of time. We skied, swam in the pool and just
relaxed, enjoying each other's company. I didn't even
think once during the whole vacation of bringing her over
to my firm - I just enjoyed her company and got to know
her as a real person, not just a celebrity. Recharged and
refreshed when I left, I returned to LA.
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