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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 20 - Angelina Jolie
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
I sat across from Angelina Jolie in my office. Angelina
was wearing a white "wife beater" t-shirt and a pair of
tattered blue jeans as she stared at me with a sort of
dissident gaze, absentmindedly flicking the ash from her
cigarette onto the carpet of my just-cleaned carpets. I
didn't want to bring up the issue of not being able to
smoke in an office building in California, I had bigger
fish to fry.
I rested my head on my hand as I sat in my chair across
from her in my wooden desk. We had been sitting like this
for about five minutes, ever since she had walked in, sat
down and looked at me. She looked like a spoiled child,
her over-puffed lips stuck almost in a permanent pout.
With a sigh, I decided to break the ice.
"You know why you are here Angelina, because of the
request of the United Nations," I said to her. Angelina
just nodded - though she had been my client for the past
three months (she had come to my firm when her husband
Billy Bob also signed with us), I had hardly spoken to
her. She was so hot right now that I really didn't even
have to try and sell her, so any project that wanted her
as the lead got faxed to her mansion. If she liked it,
she took the script. Otherwise, I never saw it again.
But the reason she was here today was different. Since
being named the UN Goodwill Ambassador in August,
Angelina had moved from the silver screen to the world of
politics - there was quiet murmuring and whispers of
disapproval that someone who was known to be as
promiscuous, openly sexual and a bad example for some
kids with her vices, would be chosen as a "goodwill"
ambassador. The more conservative countries had made
enough of a stink about it that the UN had called my
office and asked that I "work with Angelina to make her
more presentable for the world". And while I thought that
the whole position was just a figurehead, I figured that
this kind of free, good publicity only comes along once
in a great while, so I might as well make the most of it.
I had brought Angelina in to ask her how she felt about
an etiquette or manners class. Hence, the pouty
expression.
"I know that we haven't exactly become chums since you
joined the firm," I said, "But the UN holds some of the
biggest political weight in the world, and politics
eventually trickle down to Hollywood. That Oscar may be
hot right now, but if you piss off the wrong people then
you may find yourself back making movies like 'Hackers',"
"Fine. If you want me to stop smoking, I will. I'll get
away from acting so sexually aggressive in public, even
though it really is no big deal, and I'll quell those
rumors about me and my brother by not appearing with him
in public anymore. But I am NOT going to a fucking
manners class," Angelina said, stubbing the cigarette out
on the fabric armrest of the chair.
I winced a little, knowing how expensive that chair would
be to get re-upholstered, but shifted my attention back
to the problem at hand.
"Look Angelina, you don't have a choice here. As your
agent and friend I will NOT let you squander away the
chance for some incredible PR for helping the UN. Think
about it on the trailers - 'Oscar Winner and Humanitarian
Ambassador Angelina Jolie'. What could be better than
that? It shows you are a great actress AND you care about
people," I said, trying not to come off as sounding too
crass. The truth was, without abiding by the UN's
request, Angelina may become in effect blacklisted from
Hollywood. This wasn't about any marquee display, it was
about her career. Unfortunately I couldn't tell her all
this or else she would think I was a nut.
"I'll think about it Dean, that's all I will say,"
Angelina said, getting up to go. "I've got lunch with
Billy Bob right now, so I have to go. Give me a call
later about it,"
I watched her go and went ahead and made the decision for
her, calling up all the manners schools in Los Angeles
and asking their recommendations on what to do with
someone as notoriously wild as Angelina. I finally
decided on a resort style manner school way out near San
Pedro that was not only isolated but highly recommended
by even the other company's competition.
I heard later that week from them that, after they placed
a call to Angelina's house to confirm her arrival time,
she had gotten into a vicious shouting match with the
woman on the phone, but had eventually caved in and
agreed to attend the classes. I breathed a sigh of relief
and quietly mused at my desk about my new "title" - Dean
Simonds, agent to the Ambassador. I liked the sound of
that :)
But things didn't go exactly as I had planned - the
school Angelina was attending, called Proper Woman
Academy, said that Angelina had been asked to leave not
even two weeks into the training. When pressed for
details, the obviously shy woman on the other end of the
phone made up some excuse about having to go and cut our
conversation short. As I hung up the phone, I was puzzled
as to what could have POSSIBLY caused a school known for
it's commitment to "refining ladies" to kick Angelina
out. I decided to hear it straight from the source, so I
got Angelina to come in the next day.
Unlike before when she had been resentful and arrogant
towards the idea of being taught anything (don't think
this was just one of Angelina's traits...it happens in
almost all of my clients, sadly), now she had an heir of
a disenchanted child about her; that is, she acted like
she KNEW that the manners classes were good for her but
that she was too proud to admit to it.
Angelina took a seat in the same chair she had sat in a
few weeks earlier and folded her arms across her chest,
her breasts resting gently on the crooks of her arm.
Angelina wore just a light gray men's work shirt
underneath a thick and heavy leather jacket, and a pair
of black form fitting dress pants, of which the outfit
blurred and obscured her renowned curves and numerous
tattoos.
"So what happened? How did you get kicked out?" I asked
her, my hands folded on the desk in front of me. I felt
like I was her father, lecturing her about doing poorly
in school. "Angelina, could you answer my question
please?" I asked again.
Rather than responding, she just looked around my office.
After a few seconds, she got up from the chair and began
walking around the room, oblivious to me completely. I
was now getting a little angry.
"Look Angelina, you may be a big star but when you are in
this office, you are just another client and you need to
answer my questions. WHY did you get kicked out of that
school" I asked, now standing up from the chair, for what
reason I don't know (perhaps my anger made me rise).
Angelina continued walking around the room slowly,
running her long fingers over anything that caught her
eye. I saw she was paying very close attention to my wall
of photos, most of which had been of my father with
various stars from the 60s to the late 90s. She spoke at
last though.
"I got caught fucking Billy Bob on school grounds,"
Angelina said nonchalantly, her back turned to me.
I was almost dumbfounded, although I don't why I was - I
should have seen this coming. I tried to think of what to
say in response to that.
"Well...I'm sure that, now that I know that, if I call
the CEO of the school, Mrs...uh, Robbins, we can sort
this thing out," I said, confident in my solving of the
problem.
"I don't know...we were doing the fucking on top of her
desk," Angelina said, this time turning to look at me in
the eyes as she spoke from across the room. My throat had
gone dry as the image of Angelina bent over a desk not
unlike the one in front of me, getting slammed hard from
behind, filled my thoughts.
"Oh," I said dryly. "Well, what did you do when she
walked in?" I asked.
"She joined us. You know, for a woman who spends so much
time around sexually aggressive women, you'd think she
would know how to eat pussy better!" Angelina said
exasperatedly, like having sex in the middle of some
strange woman's office on your agent's dime was an every
day occurrence. Of course, with Angelina, I never knew.
She was now standing in front of the desk now, her palms
flat on the desktop and her narrow ass arched high behind
her. Her long brown hair, in a ponytail when she walked
in, now hung over her left shoulder softly as she stared
at me.
That added bit of information had made it even harder for
me to concentrate on the situation. I suddenly realized
that I had a quite large erection and that Angelina was
probably staring right at it. Embarrassed a little, I sat
back down in my chair.
"Ok Angelina but," I started to say, but was cut off.
Angelina now sat on the desk halfway, her gorgeous ass
half on and half off the desk, her long nails clinking on
the laminated wood top of the desk as she sat in thought.
"Look Dean, let's be honest about some things right off
the bat. You don't like me very much do you?" Angelina
asked.
"Now Angelina, I didn't say that. I just thought..." I
said before being cut off again.
"Let's keep these answers simple alright? Yes or no. I
know how you agents like to go off on these long-winded
speeches. So just answer me, yes or no" Angelina said.
"But.." I stammered, but Angelina had put a finger to her
lips and motioned for me to follow her instructions. I
felt like I was playing a game now with an adolescent
child, but I knew in reality that if Angelina was
anything besides an actress, it was that of a sexual
huntress. I knew I had to tread lightly through these
questions if I wanted to get anywhere.
"No, I don't, not really. But that's just your person-" I
said, but Angelina shushed me. It suddenly dawned on me
that Angelina and my eyes had been locked for I don't
know how long, and that she was leaning closer to me.
"That's fine. I know not everyone in the world is going
to like me, but in our case we need to work something
out," Angelina said. "Now, even though you don't like me,
do you find me attractive?"
"Yes," I blurted out, regretting that I was thinking with
my head rather than the head with my BRAIN in it.
"Good. As do I with you. Now an even more important
question: Would you fuck me?" Angelina asked. Her bee-
stung lips were now just a few inches from mine as she
leaned down on the desk. It suddenly hit me - I was being
seduced. But to what end?
I hesitated for a moment before replying, trying to map
out every scenario for where this was going. Choosing
what I thought was a safe road, I answered:
"Well, yes I'd like to but the whole issue with your
husband, Mr. Billy Bob Thornton seems to be a bit of a
roadblock. Besides, you only fuck him right? That's what
you've been telling all the magazines," I said, confident
in my reply to the question.
Angelina began laughing at my question loudly, a rather
throaty and deep laugh. She seemed to get a real kick out
of something I said.
After calming down, but still giggling, she said: "Boy
you really WERE wet under the ears when you took over
this firm weren't you? That whole 'I only fuck Billy Bob'
thing was an idea created by YOUR father one night while
he was fucking the shit out of me in the back of that car
you drive, that BMW whatever,"
"So then you don't just sleep with Billy Bob?" I asked,
my confidence in keeping my relative monogamy with
Natalie Portman now growing weaker every day.
"Oh, I do sleep with Billy Bob a lot. He's a great fuck,
that's why I married him. But if you think someone like
me is going to be satisfied with one man, you are
horribly mistaken. That reputation I have in Hollywood
didn't just appear out of thin air. Although I do think a
lot of it came from that one producer who I wouldn't let
cum in my pussy. What was his name again?" Angelina
pondered wistfully. The absurdity of this conversation
was increasing with every passing word.
"And Billy Bob knows about all this? He doesn't mind and
actually takes part in it?" I asked.
"Oh yea. He loves watching me with another girl. And I
get off on knowing he's there, waiting to fuck me when we
get home after I'm done fucking a total stranger. But he
REALLY loves it when I fuck another guy. We have this
whole charade we put on, where he acts like the surprised
husband who comes in and catches us. He gets all pissed
off at the guy and threatens to shoot his balls off but
then I 'magically' calm him down and Billy Bob joins in,"
Angelina said. "I don't know, it's some kind of power
trip thing. But I have to admit that we put on a pretty
fucking good show. Oscar caliber stuff for sure,"
"I find your sex life to be oh-so fascinating Angelina,
but what does that have to do with you getting kicked out
of that school and why you are now just a few inches away
from me on my desk?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
My hands rested on the arm rests and were a little sweaty
from the raw sexual tension and energy that seemed to
emanate from Angelina's body. She was a sex kitten,
without a doubt.
"Well, the school thing was just a misunderstanding. You
can probably fix that - Billy had just brought me some
lunch to eat since he had the day off and one things led
to another," Angelina replied.
"You on the other hand," she said, taking my tie in her
hand "are a different issue. I know we don't get along
real well and in fact hardly see eye to eye on anything.
But I think that for both of our sakes and our working
relationship," she said, leaning so close I could feel
her warm breath on my upper lip "you should fuck the
living shit out of me,"
With a sudden movement, Angelina shot her hand down to my
crotch, that had become incredibly hard in the past few
minutes. Still, I was trying to come to grips with this
relative insanity - I knew first hand that mixing sex
with a working relationship (my psycho ex-assistant
Julie) was NOT a good idea.
"So how about it Dean? I'll let you do whatever you
want," she purred, her tongue dragging on the word
"whatever".
"So if we fuck, that will make things better between us
and we will get along. That's your brilliant idea?" I
asked. I was incredibly turned on by this whole thing and
getting more so by the minute as Angelina's hand began
moving slowly up and down my shaft as she squeezed and
fondled my balls through my pants. The idea had a very
kinky allure to it, being able to compete (so to speak)
for dominance by the sheer power of fucking.
Angelina didn't reply to my question, she just very,
very, very slowly nodded her head, a sexy "come hither"
smile on her face.
Leaning in to kiss me, we were interrupted by a buzz on
the speaker phone: "Dean, you've got a call from Warner
Brothers on line 3. You want me to take a message?"
"No Damon, I'll get it. Thanks," I replied, looking at
Angelina.
"Who was that on the speaker phone? He sounded sexy,"
Angelina said, now sitting on the edge of the desk with
her legs dangling in front of my crotch.
"That was Damon, my assistant," I replied.
Angelina connected the name with a face and her eyes lit
up "Ooo, call him in here. Then we can really have some
fun," she said.
"No. I have to take this phone call. I'll talk to you
later about your...idea. Now, if you will excuse me," I
said. Angelina looked a little hurt but I really did need
to talk to Warner Brothers. They wanted a new show for
Shannon Doherty now that she was off 'Charmed' and wanted
me to try and work something out. I glanced at Angelina
as she sat on the desk, looking pouty again.
I motioned for her to leave, but it was to no avail. She
mouthed 'I'm not leaving till I get what I want'. I was
getting a little angry as I tried to carry on a
conversation with them.
"No, I agree completely. I think that if Shannon had
complete creative control of the show, she wouldn't get
into any more fights or trouble. Besides, it would give
her something to do besides pick up trash on the
freeway," I said jokingly. Angelina had hopped off the
desk now but had dropped to her knees on the floor. With
considerable strength, she parted my legs and went
straight for the zipper on my slacks.
I tried to resist her and still not let on to the WB that
my attention was not fully on what they were saying but
Angelina had basically already won. She had darted a hand
inside my zipper as soon as it was down and was fishing
around for my cock, trying to pull it out from the
zipper. I glanced down at her as I watched her struggle
with the clasp and gave her an exasperated look as I
undid the top button of my pants. If she was hell bent on
giving me a blowjob, at least I could make sure she
didn't rip my balls off in the process.
My pants sliding free, Angelina pulled my hard prick and
dangled it in front of her mouth.
"Yummy...I always like appetizers before the main
course," she said. And like a lightning bolt, her mouth
engulfed my cock.
To say that it felt good inside of her mouth would be the
most drastic understatement in history. There was
something amazing inside Angelina's mouth and whether it
was a natural ability, lots of experience or maybe even
those puffy lips of hers, she knew how to give a blow
job.
Her mouth warm and wet, like a sauna with suction, felt
incredible around my cock. I had almost shot my load when
she had wrapped her lips around me, but managed to
control myself (a technique that I had been taught just a
few weeks earlier by Lucy Liu and Zhang Ziyi) and delay
orgasm. Angelina's lips bobbed up and down on my shaft,
the skin moving in time with her lips and she sucked and
licked greedily like a popsicle.
I suddenly realized that I hadn't said anything in the
phone for at least 2 minutes, but was saved by the fact
that they were still talking about what an idiot Aaron
Spelling was. "Uh-huh," I said into the mouthpiece,
trying to keep my breath from sounding too labored.
Angelina removed her mouth from my cock but lifted it up
to lick it on the underside, mimicking something a porn
star would do, as she ran her fingers over my balls,
tickling and teasing them as they hung below my purple
headed shaft. Angelina popped my meat back in her mouth
and went back to work sucking me off. She had managed to
work her way under the desk so that if anyone walked in,
they wouldn't have the slightest idea what we were up to
(although I think the heavy sweat on my brow would have
been a dead giveaway).
I tried to focus my attention back to the phone. "Yes
sir, go on. I think we are headed in the right
direction," I gasped into the phone, still hoping I
wasn't too obvious. My hands, which had been fidgeting on
top of the desk and moving around to try and keep myself
occupied, now acted on instinct and moved down, gripping
Angelina's head in my palms and moving her head up and
down on my crotch while I held the phone against my ear
with my shoulder.
Angelina really knew how to give a blowjob, as every time
her tongue would touch my sensitive cock, it felt like a
spark of electricity shot from her mouth and onto my
prick, charging it up and bringing about the most intense
pleasure. She seemed to sense that I was close to
cumming, so she began sucking hard on my prick, waiting
for my load to come.
I felt my balls tense up and then explode my load in a
torrential flood of semen, shooting it straight into her
mouth and down her throat. I had to bite my lip to keep
from groaning too loud into the phone while Warner
Brothers talked. As I felt my orgasm subsiding, Angelina
removed her mouth from my prick and licked a little
droplet that sat perfectly on top of my head clean,
leaving my prick still hard though. Angelina climbed out
from under my desk and wiped her mouth with her little
pinky, smearing the remaining cum onto her tongue.
Reaching into the purse she had left in the chair, she
pulled out a piece of paper and scrawled something on it
for a moment before folding it up and putting it on my
desk in front of me. She mouthed out the words "Call me"
and then walked out of the room. I managed to regain
myself and finish the conversation, but not before I read
Angelina's note:
"My house, 9 PM. Fun & a surprise. Bring that big cock of
yours and let's have fun!"
Folding it up and smiling to myself, I wondered for the
rest of the day what the surprise would be.
*
I showed up that evening dressed casually, changing
before leaving the office. It was a hot fall night in LA,
the smog from the business day had seeped in through the
hills and left everything muggy and suffocating. Still,
Angelina's house up on the beach had a refreshing sea
breeze blowing in which sort of counteracted it. Ringing
the doorbell, I was more than a little surprised to see
Angelina standing there when she greeted me.
Dressed in tight leather pants that were slit up the
side, revealing her beautiful legs and completely crotch-
less in the front, it was quite a surprise to be sure.
There was a faint wafer of the smell of her already wet
pussy as she opened the door hitting my nostrils as she
greeted me. All that she wore on her chest to cover her
quite luscious breasts was a fishnet halter top that
allowed her nipples to protrude from the flimsy material.
Angelina's long brown hair hung over one shoulder and she
looked at me sexily as she opened the door.
"Hello Dean, come in. I'll take you to your surprise in a
minute if you will follow me," Angelina said, turning
away.
"Geez, I hope you don't greet the Girl Scouts dressed
like that," I joked, although the joke fell flat in the
sexual tension I could feel building around us as we
walked further into the house. Angelina's ass was also
completely exposed in the back and her firm ass cheeks
jiggled a little bit as she walked.
The beach house was nice, with high ceilings and a wide
window giving a beautiful view of the beach from where
the house rested on a hilltop. Pointing out the window as
we walked, Angelina remarked:
"Billy Bob and I watch out that window there. When he
sees a guy or a girl he would like to see me with, I run
down there and grab them up. It doesn't take too much
effort usually, especially with the guys. But the girls,
I love doing it with the girls...gives me a challenge by
having to seduce them. You wouldn't BELIEVE the types of
people we've brought back up here," Angelina said.
I felt the bulge in my pants get bigger as we walked,
hearing Angelina talk about the sheer slutiness of her
behavior. I knew she had a sexual reputation in
Hollywood, but some how having her confirm it to me made
her "slut" image seem that much more alluring. She was
like the bad girl that all men dream about fucking, only
she happened to be a world famous actress and Oscar
winner.
Turning around to talk to me as she walked backwards,
Angelina spoke again.
"Tell me Dean, with all the Hollywood pussy you and I
have shared, and trust me I think we have a lot of
partners in common, who was your favorite?" Angelina
said, walking backwards as she talked.
"Geez, I don't know. I don't do that whole gossip thing.
They are all great girls and great lays...hey, does my
reputation precede me THAT much?" I asked.
"Well, you know us girls. We love to talk. Especially
when we get fucked nice and hard. It's only natural that
it would come back to me, don't you think? You do have to
tell me though if any of them have been giving out my
little bedroom secrets. Have they?" Angelina replied. She
was leading me upstairs now, presumably to her bedroom.
"I'm not sure what you mean, they all seem to be pretty
talented on their own accounts," I said.
"Oh, bullshit. Most of the girls that I know that you
have slept with were practically nuns before I met them.
You know that thing where they squeeze your cock with
their tight little pussies? Yea, that's not really a
talent you are born with," Angelina said.
I was a little taken aback that she taught them that, but
given all the other sexual boasting she had done, little
was surprising me really right now.
"Really? Huh, I never would have guessed it," I replied.
"Yep. I'm still teaching them quite regularly so you
never know what we will do to you next," Angelina said
with a devilish grin. "Here, climb on the bed for me and
lean against the head rest,"
I did as I was told and Angelina climbed on next to me,
reaching over to start taking off my clothes. Her nipples
hung just a few inches from my face as she leaned over to
unbutton my shirt and I darted my tongue out, trying to
get at them.
"Easy there tiger, not yet. We are doing things MY way,
which means nice and slow at first and then long and
hopefully very, very hard later," Angelina said. When she
had stripped me naked, she reached behind the pillow I
was laying on and produced a pair of handcuffs.
"Hey now, make sure you have a key for those," I grinned
as Angelina tied my hands behind my head. Angelina didn't
reply, but climbed off the bed and removed her shirt.
"I'll be RIGHT back," Angelina said, walking out of the
room. Her leather pants swished as she walked, her legs
brushing against each other.
A few minutes later, Angelina returned, guest in tow. In
beside her walked a blindfolded girl of about 19 or 20.
She was wearing a very skimpy bikini and my dick twitched
a little as Angelina brought her into the light. The girl
was simply gorgeous, with perfectly bronze (not over
tanned at all) skin and a few small freckles on her nose
and cheeks. Her breasts were a large B cup or so and her
ass and waste were as skinny as any woman I had ever
seen.
"Dean, this is Karin. Karin, say hello to Dean," Angelina
said, rubbing her hands on Karin's arms and up towards
her breasts.
"Hi," Karin said quietly. I saw that she looked to be a
little nervous, not being able to see me and unsure of
what was going to happen.
"Karin here has never been with a woman before. In fact,
she claims that she has only had sex twice. Isn't that
right Karin?" Angelina said, slapping Karin's ass gently
with her hand. The girl jumped a little but laughed
nervously. "Ye..yes"
"I found her laying on the beach today all by her
lonesome and brought her back here just for the special
occasion of you coming over tonight Dean," Angelina said.
"But there is a catch to all this that I think we will
all enjoy. Since I like to be in charge when it comes to
sex, I'm going to set the rules.
"First off, Dean. You are going to be chained there and
be forced to watch, so that by the time Karin and I
finish, you will be so hot and filled with animal lust
you will almost be able to rip those handcuffs off
through the metal, your desire to fuck us both being the
only thing on your mind. And Karin...why, you are in for
a real treat my delicious little girl. I will introduce
you to the pleasures of being with a woman...all while
you remain blindfolded," Angelina said.
"But...Ms. Johnson," Karin said. Angelina winked at me:
she hadn't even let the girl know who she was! "I...I
don't know if I'm ready to try something like that,"
"Oh, relax Karin. By the time I'm done with you, you will
be so skilled at sex with women that you will be able to
go back to your sorority and get even more recruits for
my bisexual revolution!" Angelina said, pulling Karin
close to her and speaking softly in front of her lips.
Karin giggled a little as Angelina took her hand, pulling
her towards the bed.
Karin climbed on gently and Angelina led her over so that
she was sitting right next to me. I could smell the
suntan lotion and the scent of her womanly musk of
excitement as she sat by me, just inches from my immobile
body, her heat radiating onto me.
Without saying another word, Angelina scooted herself up
next to Karin and embraced her once again, this time
slipping her tongue delicately into Karin's mouth. At
first the girl seemed to resist a little, but then she
responded quite passionately, forcing her own tongue into
Angelina's mouth. Angelina glanced over at me and reached
out, giving my painfully hard dick a little squeeze. I
gasped involuntarily at this, feeling myself become
extremely horny at this display.
Angelina removed her hand from me and reached around
Karin's back, untying her bikini top and pulling it free,
letting it drop to the bed. Karin's breasts sprang free,
with no hint of a tan line (I guess Angelina had found
her sunbathing topless) on her tits. Karin's nipples were
hard and protruding straight forward almost like erasers
as she forced herself forward onto Angelina.
Still wearing her fishnet top, Angelina began to roam her
hands all over Karin's body, rubbing and squeezing the
girl's nipples. Karin broke the kiss and sighed a little
as her breathing became hot and heavy. She sat
complacently, breathing hard as Angelina moved her mouth
to Karin's nipples, giving them a loving lick.
Moving her tongue down to Karin's navel, Angelina planted
small kisses on her tummy, dry, soft kisses that were the
epitome of erotic. Karin's hands had not been innocent in
all this either though, as her hands moved around and
found Angelina's ass, squeezing and kneading it as
Angelina dropped to her hands and knees as she moved
further down the girls body.
I was thrashing around hard on the bed now, rocking it
around as I tried to get some kind of contact on my dick
in this very hot lesbian action. But Angelina had put the
handcuffs on tight, so I was pretty much immobile.
Her tongue now slowly sliding towards Karin's skimpy
bikini bottoms, Angelina pulled the fabric aside with her
teeth. Karin seemed to pull back a little, unsure of if
she wanted to cross this threshold.
"Ms. Johnson...I'm not sure if I..." Karin whispered.
"Shhh...just trust me Karin. You've got such a beautiful
young pussy, I want to make sure it gets the kind of
treatment that it deserves. Who knows how to please a
woman better than another woman?" Angelina said to her,
kissing the inside of Karin's thighs. The girl seemed to
relax a little and let Angelina do whatever she wanted.
Laying her down gently on the bed next to me, Karin's
side and arms rested against me. The blindfold over her
eyes had so far managed to hold as the girls head rested
on the pillow next to my own. Her short, shoulder length
blond hair splayed out around her head as she bit her
lip, nervous but excited at what was to come.
Angelina slowly slid her hand up Karin's stomach, rubbing
her pussy with her elbow as she parted Karin's legs
gently, leaving them open in a spread-eagle position.
Rubbing her stomach, Angelina moved her long fingers down
to the girl's cunt, rubbing the thin strip of hair with
her palm, causing Karin to gasp in pleasure.
Lowering her own mouth to right above Karin's pussy,
Angelina began to blow gently on the lips, causing Karin
to giggle a little as she moved back and forth on the
bed, brushing her tits against my chest. Her eyes never
leaving my own, Angelina put her mouth over the girl's
pussy and began to lap at it like a dog.
Karin's body bounced up on the bed as she moaned
erotically, experiencing the feelings of sex with another
woman for the first time.
"Oooo, Ms. Johnson I...UGHH!!" Karin said. Angelina held
the girls legs down as she licked at her opening the
girl's pussy like a delicate flower. I saw Angelina's
tongue lick her own lips seductively as she sucked on
Karin's clit.
It didn't take but a few minutes of this for Karin to
orgasm, a panting, throaty moan escaping from her pursed
lips as Angelina brought her to climax. Her chest still
heaving, Angelina climbed from between the young girls
legs and onto the bed. Spreading her own legs wide,
Angelina climbed into the 69 position and went back to
work at Karin's cunt.
Angelina's own pussy slowly descended over Karin's mouth,
moving around rhythmically as she teased it right above
Karin's panting lips.
"Now Karin, I want to see how good your pussy eating
skills are for an amateur. Do whatever comes naturally,"
Angelina said, between licks at the girl's cunt. With
that, Angelina lowered her pussy onto Karin's mouth.
Karin pulled her mouth shut at first, but as she got used
to the pungent, sweet odor of Angelina's dripping wet
cunt, Karin slowly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue
out tentatively.
After moving it around in various directions at first,
Karin's pink little tongue finally found Angelina's own
pink little cunt and she started to lick it slowly, one
lick at a time.
"Yea girl, that's it. Keep it up! Give it to me faster!"
Angelina moaned. Encouraged by her words, Karin smiled
and became more assertive, lifting her head from the
pillow as she pushed her tongue deeper into Angelina's
cunt. It wasn't long before Karin got the hang of it,
albeit a little clumsily, and she moved her hands onto
Angelina's ass, opening up her legs wider so that she
could get a better taste.
Karin moaned again as Angelina brought her to her second
orgasm of the night. Angelina meanwhile was swaying her
legs around Karin's head, squeezing a little as the girl
licked now faster and faster at Angelina's sweet juice.
Lifting her head up from in between Karin's legs,
Angelina rocked back and now sat almost totally on
Karin's face while the girl licked.
Squeezing her legs tightly around Karin's head, Angelina
began to orgasm "Yes! Do it! Lick my cunt! See, you are a
little pussy loving slut aren't you! Get ready for your
first taste of woman juice because here it comes!"
Angelina cried.
Karin's face was flooded with Angelina's juices, coating
her lips and cute little freckles with sweet pussy
liquid, some of it even soaking into Karin's blindfold.
Rolling off of Karin, Angelina collapsed beside her on
the bed. I was about to blow my load after watching such
a hot site, but Angelina had other plans.
"Can I take off my blindfold now Ms. Johnson?" Karin
panted, wiping Angelina's juice from her face and onto
the bed.
"No, not yet. We still have Dean over here to take care
of," Angelina replied. "How about it Dean, which one of
us would you like to fuck first?"
"I don't care, just give me one of you girls hot pussies
and I will be able to die happy!" I grunted, realizing
that Angelina had been right about the animal lust taking
over.
"Hmmm...just what I like to hear. I've been dying to ride
that cock since we first met. And this will of course,
resolve any differences of opinion we might have, right?"
Angelina said, reaching her arm over and stroking my
chest.
"Yes, yes, whatever, just let me get off!" I replied,
thrusting my hips off the bed.
"Karin, if you would be so obliged, guide me onto Mister
ahh...Johnson's cock here," Angelina said.
"Is he your husband?" Karin asked, sitting up on the bed
and rubbing herself against Angelina like a playful
little kitten.
"Something like that," Angelina said, winking again at
me. With a little help, Angelina was able to lead Karin
over to me and position herself right above my cock.
"That's it girl, now slowly ease me onto it. He's got a 9
inch prick so it won't take long for me to hit it. Then,
after he shoots his first load into my hot pussy, you can
have a ride," Angelina said.
"Oh boy!" Karin said, holding onto Angelina's hips as she
held her over me. I couldn't use my hands to hold my cock
up straight, but Angelina's soft hands had already taken
care of that for me. Though not too experienced at sex,
Karin certainly knew how to tease a man as she slowly
(agonizingly slow) let Angelina drop onto my prick. Inch
by inch, I disappeared into Angelina's wetness.
Her pussy wasn't tight, so much as it was wet and warm
and oh so nice. Her clit rubbed against me as she
descended my shaft, and Angelina panted a little as my
full girth slowly entered her. I felt my balls rest
between her ass and felt the heaven that I'm sure quite a
few other people had felt as well. With every up and down
thrust, Angelina's body seemed to move in a graceful,
catlike motion. As bizarre as it sounds, while having sex
Angelina became like the most graceful ballerina, her
body swaying and moving in rhythm.
Angelina must have grown tired of being lowered up and
down on my cock, so she decided to rotate me around (no
easy task while handcuffed) so that SHE lay on the bed
and I was thrusting into her in a semi-missionary style,
moving around as much as the cuffs would let me. Being
handcuffed was both frustrating and highly erotic,
because it forced me to consider alternate ways of making
love to Angelina.
Karin had climbed onto the bed next to Angelina and was
licking her nipples tenderly as I fucked in and out of
Angelina's dripping wet snatch, her legs wrapped around
my waist and our bodies rocking together as I supported
myself with my knees, hunched over at an angle.
I felt my load arrive and forced myself as deep as
possible into Angelina as I unleashed inside of her,
coating her cunt with my juice. Angelina moaned loudly as
she came a few seconds later, both of us panting for
breath when we were done. I pulled out from her and laid
face down on the bed, rotating myself around so that I
laid on my back.
"Wow, that was great Dean. And I see you still have some
stamina for Karin here. I saw her twitching with
excitement as she listened to us while we fucked so I bet
she is more than ready," Angelina said.
Indeed, Karin looked MORE than ready. At Angelina's mere
mention of her name, Karin had shot straight up on the
bed and was feeling around blindly in front of her,
trying to find where the action was.
"Oh Ms. Johnson, you have no idea! I want it soooo bad!"
Karin moaned as she forced her hand between her legs and
began to rub her cunt. Angelina smiled at me.
"Very well Karin, and as a special treat, I'll even take
off your blindfold," Angelina said. The girl giggled a
little and sat perfectly still as Angelina crawled over
to her and reached behind the girl's head, untying the
tight knot and letting the blindfold slip off her face
down her neck.
Karin opened her eyes - a beautiful sky blue hue that
sparkled vibrantly as she looked around and adjusted to
the light. She scoped out the room and looked at us
laying there on the bed. Angelina was reclining next to
me, rubbing her hand up and down my chest as I watched
Karin take it all in.
At first she didn't seem to know who Angelina was, or if
she did she ignored it. But then she did a double take
and looked back at Angelina's beautiful, naked body and a
look of puzzlement came over her face.
"Ms. Johnson, has anyone ever told you that you look a
lot like..." Karin said, before Angelina cut her off.
"Angelina Jolie? Yes. Because I AM Angelina Jolie,"
Angelina said with a wicked smile. She moved her hand out
and rubbed Karin's smooth thigh.
"But, I thought you said...so I just had sex
with...woah!" Karin said. I couldn't tell if she was
happy or upset or what, but she didn't seem to resist as
Angelina's hand moved up her thigh and she started
stroking her pussy. "And who is this guy?" Karin asked,
pointing at me.
"This is Dean. He's my agent, and one of the best fucks
I've had in a while. You are more than welcome to try him
out if you want, he's not going anywhere," Angelina
chuckled. Karin grinned widely and moved over towards me.
I didn't say a word as she took my cock in her hand and
began stroking it back to it's full length. Karin lowered
her mouth slowly and gave my prick a few licks, wetting
it a little. She got on her hands and knees and spun
around backwards, lowering her ass and pussy towards my
girth.
Angelina pulled open Karin's ass cheeks as the girl
slipped the head of my dick into her pussy. We both
gasped a little - she was incredibly tight, and I could
barely fit the head of my cock inside of her opening
without stretching her pussy lips widely.
Slowly though, Karin adjusted to the feeling and inch by
inch I disappeared inside of her. Within a few minutes,
she was riding me "cowgirl" style with ease. Compared to
Angelina's pussy, Karin's a challenge. I like a tight
cunt as much as the next guy, but TOO tight is almost
painful to fuck. Luckily, Karin's pussy lubricated itself
pretty well as we fucked (not to mention Angelina's
tongue licking Karin's clit as often as she could). My
arms were growing incredibly tired now, having to use my
whole lower body to control my fucking.
Sensing this, Angelina unlocked the handcuffs on my wrist
and I fell back onto the bed with a thud. I caught my
breath for a moment, my dick still buried deep inside of
Karin, and I moved my hands up to her waist so that I
could feel her body.
Sliding my hands up her stomach, I cupped Karin's breasts
in my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze - I had been
thinking they were fake when I first saw them, but now
that I felt them they felt real and very natural. Teasing
her nipples with my thumbs, I rubbed her breasts as she
bounced on top of me. Able to sit up now, I pulled her
back to me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her
tight as my dick moved slowly in and out of her.
Angelina moved in front of Karin and we sandwiched her,
Angelina sliding her tongue back into Karin's warm, wet
mouth as the two girls made out on top of me. Seeing
Angelina's full, beautiful lips pressed against the
flawless, innocent face of Karin was too much, and I felt
my balls tense up once more, shooting stream after stream
into Karin's ultra tight cunt.
*
The remainder of the night was spent drinking and talking
and most importantly, fucking. Angelina taught Karin
everything she knew about making love to both a woman and
a man (for which I was a more than willing volunteer).
Around 5 AM or so, the girls crashed and fell asleep, so
I decided to sneak out. I left Angelina a note, just like
she had done for me:
Angelina:
Thank you for such a wonderful ice breaker. Do whatever
you want, I don't think there is much I can do to stop
you. Give me a call, let's do lunch sometime.
Smiling, I set it on the bedside table next to Angelina's
collection of vibrators and body oils (that's a whole
other story...) and slipped quietly out of the house,
into my car. The echo of the waves filling the early
morning air, Angelina had been right - a little sex can
go a long way to creating a good, working relationship. I
knew that it was something I would have to try in the
future with ALL my clients...
CHAPTER 21: Ashley Judd
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