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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 30 - The Finale
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
Well, this is it. This chapter is dedicated to all the
readers who followed the series all the way through and
kept me on my toes and offered great feedback. All of you
made the series more special and fun to write. I'm not
ending my writing career by any means but it was time to
end JOA. Any closing feedback you might have is most
appreciated. Ok, enough blabbering... enjoy the finale!
"So tell me Damon, where do you see yourself in say, 10
years?" I said to my assistant as we both munched down
some bagels during an impromptu breakfast in my office.
"Mmph!" he replied, finishing chewing, pausing to swallow
before he continued. "Well, I'd like to stay here at
Shooting Stars. Of course my dream is to direct a film,
even a low budget indie one. I want to get higher up in
the Hollywood hierarchy,"
"Then you want to move to behind the camera, rather than
ushering stars in front of it?" I said with a smile.
"Pretty much. Why do you ask?" he replied.
"No reason, just popped into my mind. All the stuff
that's happened to me in almost the last two years has
really made me think about my life," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I mean, running the firm is like a dream
come true - I get to mingle with the most beautiful
people in the world, help them out, and get paid very
well to do it. Of course, there are the fringe benefits
too," I replied.
"But of course," he said with a wicked smile.
"But I mean, things get a little stale after a while. I
was star struck when I first took over for my father, but
now hardly even the strangest things or situations bother
me. I think I might need a change of scene, or at the
very least a vacation. What do you think?" I asked,
wiping my mouth as I finished the bagel and took a sip of
coffee.
"Don't get me wrong, I love working here. Every day is
like a new adventure in my life, something I'll be able
to tell all my grandkids about - how I was on the edge of
Hollywood, helping you call the shots. But I can
understand where you are coming from. Since I've worked
for you, I don't even know how many women have come and
gone with you, and I know from personal experience that
so many different women, who all have different problems,
can be very tiring. Hell, any type of solid relationship
would wear me out!" Damon said.
"So then you don't think that I'm off the mark when I say
I may want to, I don't know, sell the whole thing and
move on with my life?"
"Not at all. But I don't want to see you go, not only
because I would probably be out of work but also because
I consider you a pretty good friend and I hate parting
with friends. But it's your life, your business, you
should be able to do whatever you want and be happy with
the choices you make," Damon said.
"I guess you're right. It's just something I've been
kicking around for a while, but it feels like all of this
is leading up to something, that I'm at a juncture in my
life and I will have to make a decision real soon," I
said with a sigh.
There was a tentative knock on the office door, followed
by a slight creak as it opened slightly.
"Uhh, Dean?" a voice said. It was Ashley, the young girl
I had hired last week to help Damon out and serve as a
part-time temp for the firm.
"Yes Ashley, what is it?" I said to her.
"Catherine Bell just called. Or, well, actually, a rep
from CBS called and they said that she wants to see you
as soon as possible about something going on," Ashley
said. She was a smart girl, a little shy but was learning
pretty quickly how to work in an office.
"Did they say what it was?" I asked, standing up and
brushing myself off from a few loose crumbs.
"No, they said that even SHE wouldn't say. They just told
me to tell you to come down to the lot, lot 4G, and speak
with the director," Ashley said.
I sighed again and looked at Damon. "Well, guess it's
back to the grind. Thanks for hearing me out on that
stuff Damon," I said.
"No problem Dean. Good luck figuring out what she wants,"
Damon said as he cleaned up the bagels and cream cheese
from the corner of my desk.
"Thanks. I'll have my cell phone, so you or Ashley can
call if you need me," I said, heading out the door.
*
Traffic was pretty light that morning for some reason,
especially once you got off the freeway. Cruising
downtown, I had to pay attention and make sure I didn't
accidentally hit one of the people running across the
road. That was the last thing I needed - a vehicular
manslaughter charge to deal with. I had taken a new
company car, a black BMW X5 and was still getting used to
driving such a massive vehicle - a deliveryman moving a
big box into one of the smaller studios was almost an
unfortunate victim of my learning experience. Pulling
into the CBS lot, I got clearance with the guard and
drove around looking for lot 4G.
The CBS lot was just like you might imagine a studio lot
to be - big, filled with sets and big warehouses, crew
and stars zipping around it's concrete lawn on golf
carts, buzzers going off indicating filming was taking
place. I finally located the lot, the filming studio for
the non-travel spots of "JAG", the wildly successful
military drama in which Catherine Bell, a long time
client, was a co-star of. Parking the car, I walked in
through a side door and collided with a PA, who looked to
be just as startled as me.
"Can I help you?" he asked excitedly in that tone of
voice that only those who live and breath Los Angeles for
many years can carry.
"I'm Catherine Bell's agent, Dean Simonds, I was told
that she needed to see me?" I asked to him, straightening
out my charcoal gray suit as I shifted into business
mode. A slight look of disgust washed over the PA's face
- no matter how nice you were to people in the industry,
agent's never got accepted as anything but weasels and
scum. In most cases though, the distinction was not
unwarranted.
"Right this way. Go down and take a left, then take
another left and one right and you will be at her
trailer," the PA said before hustling off. Following his
directions, I headed out from inside the building to a
large door leading to an open set, with a row of trailers
off to the side. I walked along them, looking for her
name, but Catherine spotted me first. She stuck her head
out from the trailer and called my name.
I came over to her and she opened the door to let me in.
The trailer was hot and musty, the television on and the
space tight and cramped. I had told her many times that I
could get her a nicer trailer, but she never took me up
on the offer. I still couldn't see why. I was a little
taken aback as I came in and my eyes adjusted from the
brightness of the morning to the dark recesses of the
trailer to see Catherine leaning up against a small mini-
bar, sipping a drink in only a pair of khaki pants (part
of her regular costume from JAG) and a bra. Nothing else.
Her brown hair looked freshly cleaned and styled, but
from the sweat glistening off her body and the cleft
between her ample breasts, I took it that she hadn't been
on set for at least a few hours.
"Fix you a drink Dean?" Catherine asked.
"No, thank you. And quite frankly, don't you think that
you shouldn't be drinking when it's only 10:30 in the
morning?" I said, walking over to her and taking the
small glass from her hands and setting it on the counter.
She snatched it back up and finished it off, setting it
back down again as she poured herself another. I could
smell the alcohol in this part of the trailer and
wondered how many drinks she had actually had, even
though she looked to be perfectly coherent.
"I'll do what I damn well please. And if you don't agree
with me then you can leave like the rest of them,"
Catherine snapped as she turned away from me. Here we go,
another long morning...
"Alright, I'm sorry. But could you tell me why I'm down
here? Why are the studio heads calling me to come talk to
you?" I asked, talking to her turned back.
"You wouldn't understand," she said. "No one here seems
to understand,"
"Well, try me. That's what I'm here for," I said
reassuringly. Catherine turned to face me with tears in
her eyes.
"I'm upset. It's not about the show. Well, it is but it
isn't. With all the stuff that's happening in the world,
I just don't see the point in acting anymore. I mean,
what good is it doing to make life better for people?"
Catherine said, her voice fighting back tears.
"Catherine, I'm not following you. What in the world
upset you?" I asked.
"It's all that stuff that's going on in the Middle East
right now. Israel. Palestine. Iraq. Iran. It's
just...well, you know I'm Iranian, right?" Catherine
said.
I nodded.
"See, even though I don't live there, I have family and
friends there and with all this trouble that it going on
in that region, I can't sleep. I can't eat. And I most
certainly can't act. It just seems to trivial to try and
entertain an audience when people I know are out there in
what could be grave danger," she said, sobbing now as she
walked over to the couch in the middle of the room and
sat down. I followed her.
"But Catherine, this has been going on for thousands of
years! I won't argue with you that it's not upsetting,
but I mean, do you think anything is really going to
change any time soon?" I asked, trying to comfort her. It
backfired.
"That's just what my husband said. So I guess you don't
understand either," she said, turning away from me,
bitterness in her voice.
"Catherine, listen. I'm here to do whatever you need me
to, but I can't save the world. I can't make people stop
hating each other, I can't stop people killing one
another. I can only do my part, for you, to make your
life better and happy so that you can live out your
dreams. Remember when you told me a year back or so that
you were happy in your life, that you had become the star
you had dreamed about being back when you were a little
girl? Remember how joyous your life was, just because you
were going out there every day and bringing, if only for
a few minutes at a time, enjoyment to people whose lives
might be missing it?" I said. Catherine was silent for a
moment, sipping from her drink.
"Yes. But don't you see how empty that really is? How
this whole Hollywood industry is just about selling
movies or television shows or magazines?" she said
quietly.
"I do see that. But I also see a beautiful woman with
immense talent, feeling sorry for things she can't change
in the world. It's alright to be upset about the world,
about injustices. But if you let it consume you, if you
let it become all that you think about, then you are just
adding to more misery in the world by not being an active
part of it," I replied.
"So then what should I do?" Catherine said, facing me
now. The tears that had run down her face left soft
streaks down her beautifully darkened cheeks.
"You should do what your heart tells you to do. You
should make the best of your life and keep following your
dream. You should donate or speak out against what you
believe strongly in, but you should make your life whole
by using the talents and position you are in now to help
that. Recognition doesn't always have to come from a
television screen you know," I said, smiling.
Catherine was silent again, moving now to lay down on the
couch. I stood up over her as she turned her face away to
the inside of the couch. I waited a moment before saying
anything.
"So will you go back out there and do what you know you
should? Can I tell the producers that?" I asked.
Catherine nodded softly. "Yes. Tell them I'll come back
to work in an hour or so, ok? But I want you to come and
get me, not some pimply-faced production assistant.
Alright? Right now, I just need to be alone, to sleep
maybe a bit,"
"Ok," I said, patting her lightly on her smooth and
flawless shoulder.
I exited the trailer back out into the quickly increasing
heat of the day. Heading back to the main building where
production was done for the show, I glanced around for
the producers. Spotting a man sitting in a chair behind
the cameras, I walked over towards him. I was cut off
however, by someone I really didn't want to deal with.
"Dean baby, what's shaking?" Rick Dugan said to me as he
stepped in my way. Rick was a music agent, representing
mostly musicians like Christina Aguilera out here. It was
his client, Ms. Aguilera in fact, that had ruined my
relationship with Alyssa Milano almost a year ago. I
hadn't seen him since, but I was surprised and not
thrilled to see him now, as he just oozed sleazeball.
"Hi Rick. What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to
make a hopefully brief conversation.
"Didn't ya know? I've moved on to bigger things now. I
still do music reps, but now I'm branching out into TV
and movies. I've got a girl here right now who has a
minor role in the episode they are shooting today and I
wanted to come down and make sure everything went okay
and maybe try to get her a bigger part on the show, ya
dig?" Rick said with a shark's grin.
"Yeah. Well congrats," I said, trying to step around him.
He cut me off again though.
"So, I know that things didn't work out with that bitch
Aguilera, but you have any more clients who you might
want to send my way? Word on the grapevine is that Dean
Simonds has been through hell and back in Hollywood and
might be leaving the game," he said. I was startled by
his knowledge of this, but quickly reasoned that he had
probably just assumed it after what had happened with the
failed take over that my half-brother Jacob had planned.
It was a not-too-secret secret amongst the industry
folks.
"No, I'm not leaving. At least not today or anything. And
no, you can't have any of my clients. I'd rather have my
balls chopped off than send them to you," I said coldly,
my anxiousness to speak to the director hopefully evident
on my face.
"Hey, woah there baby, don't get all defensive. It was
just a simple question. Oh wait, you're still pissed cuz
I ruined things with you and that Milano chick, huh?" he
asked.
"Yeah, something like that. Now if you'll excuse me, I
have things to do," I said, butting into his shoulder and
walking past him.
"Hey Dean!" he called behind me. I spun on one foot and
turned to face him, sighing heavily in exasperation.
"What?"
"If you ever change you're mind, you know where to find
me. Look for the big car being driven by the big dick
man. That will be me," he called with a laugh. A puzzled
crewmember walked between us as I approached the
producer, ignoring Dugan's comment. Reaching the
producer, we talked for a few minutes, as I explained to
him that Catherine was upset over personal issues but
that she should be back to work right after they broke
for lunch around 1:00 or so.
"Just make sure she is here. We can go a day or so
without her, but if she isn't back in top form than we
will have to postpone production till next week. And the
studio heads will have my ass," he said. I gave him my
assurance and headed back to Catherine's trailer. I had
managed to kill about 40 minutes of time, so I thought I
would just go in quietly and wait for Catherine to wake
up. I would be there in case she needed anything, plus I
could stress how important it was that she get back to
work ASAP if she was already ready.
Opening the trailer door quietly, Catherine was still
stretched out on the couch, her back facing me. Only now
I saw, she was naked from the waist down, presumably to
get more comfortable in the sticky heat of this giant
metal box. Her perfectly shaped ass faced me and for a
moment I felt a twitching in my pants. I quickly examined
the rest of the trailer, trying to avoid looking at her
smooth skin, supple ass cheeks and long legs.
Out of things to look at in less than a couple of
minutes, I took a seat across from her and watched her
sleep, the rhythmic breathing of her back moving up and
down softly. I knew she would be annoyed to find me
sitting there watching her while she slept, especially
naked, but if I had to then I could just play it off as
having just walked in.
To my wide-eyed surprise, Catherine stirred in her sleep,
turning over onto her side as she now faced me. Her
luscious breasts were still held inside of her bra, but
seemed to be straining against the flimsy fabric. I could
see the outline and top of her nipple just poking out
over the top of her bra. They were about medium sized, a
rich dark brown color with the tips poking against the
fabric of her undergarment.
Her mound was a dark black nest of neatly trimmed hair,
her pussy lips slightly visible in between her crossed
legs. Like her nipples, they were a deep brown color and
looked so inviting, a hint at the pink buried deeper
within visible only slightly.
I realized I had been holding my breath in awe at her
beautiful naked form and let the air escape from my lips
slowly, the heat of the trailer, combined with the rush
of spying on this sleeping beauty causing my head to
pound. I debated about what to do: should I leave and
then reenter loudly to let her know I was there, giving
her time to get dressed? Or would she even care if I
continued to sit where I was and gaze upon her, hoping
that she wouldn't be angry when she awoke.
Catherine stirred again and the left underside of her
breast pushed against the surface of the couch she lay
on, causing her breast to free itself from the weak
encumberment that held it inside her bra. Her nipple was
now completely visible to me and I was flushed with the
excitement of being a voyeur to her snooze. But she
wouldn't want her breast sticking out like that, would
she? I quickly decided that she wouldn't and made up my
mind to very slowly approach her and put the heavy weight
of her beautiful orb back inside it's casing. Standing
up, I took a few very slow steps until I was over her. I
waited for a moment to make sure she wasn't awake, but
her shallow breathing continued. I slowly lowered my hand
to just an inch or so over her breast, the slight
perspiration of her skin in the morning heat causing
small little droplets of sweat to form beneath where my
hand hovered.
I moved down centimeter by centimeter to her breast until
the tip of my finger touched her smooth, supple skin. I
then placed two more fingers on her flesh and slowly
traced down to the base of where her nipple lay exposed,
enjoying the rough feel of it. My fingers glided past her
nipple to the bra itself and with two fingers I took the
lacy material in my fingers and held it there, trying to
be cautious about sliding it up. However, in that moment
that I held it, her naked body just lying there, my
morals urging me to cover her up, my mind instead did
something different. Rather than pull the fabric back up,
I held the tip of the bra firm and pulled it down more,
ever so slowly.
I watched as it slid down her breast, down the slope of
it till it had reached the bottom of her globe and wedged
itself beneath it. With one breast exposed, the luscious
sight of it intoxicating in the stale heat of the
trailer, I stepped back slightly and gazed down upon what
I had done. My body was in full control of my mind now
and I watched through my mind's eye as my hand drifted
over to the other breast and, just as slowly, pulled the
bra off of it till both breasts lay exposed in the room.
The excitement of undressing Catherine inch by inch was
too much for me, I had to take things as far as I could.
My fingertips drifted away from her breasts down to her
firm tummy until my hand rested just an agonizing inch or
so above her womanhood. I paused now for a few seconds,
debating what to do - should I leave her as she is or try
to go further, perhaps see what her inner folds held for
the curious.
Catherine answered this question for me by rolling from
her side over onto her back, her legs shifting on the
couch to leave herself open and exposed to my wandering
eyes and hand. I stepped to the side of the couch and
gazed between her legs: her opening was now much more
visible, the delicate slit that led to her inevitably
beautiful pussy covered only in the finest of hair and
slight stubble. Catherine must have shaved it for her
husband I thought to myself. Now I was really in a tough
situation, because my body and the massive bulge in my
pants begged me to slip a finger or so into her and
reveal her box, but my mind and reasoning said to leave
things be, I'd done enough already. I debated it for a
moment or so, glancing at the clock on the wall: I still
had 30 minutes until Catherine was supposed to be at the
studio for filming, could I really pull this off and
still get her there on time?
My hand trembled slightly as I pushed the tip of my
finger against her tight folds and slipped inch by
agonizing inch of my finger inside of her pussy. She
wasn't exactly wet inside, but the sweat from between her
legs had dripped down into her opening allowing me at
least a little lubrication as my finger slid into her.
Feeling brave, I retracted my finger and instead pushed
three into her at once, all at a very slow and
(hopefully) unnoticeable pace. I got all three in almost
all the way before Catherine's hips bucked a little and a
soft moan escaped from her lips.
I froze my hand where it was, praying that she didn't
wake up. But as she shifted her head away again, I
realized that she was too far gone in the land of slumber
to notice what I was doing - in her dreams, she was
probably enjoying it. My attention to her cunt had not
gone unrewarded, as when I pulled my hand from within her
I saw the tips of my fingers wet with her juices. I
quietly licked them off, enjoying the sweet taste of her
arousal.
Looking at her opening again, I saw that her lips had
parted slightly in arousal and gave me the view I was
looking for: beyond the brown outline of her outer lips,
Catherine's pussy inside was a light pink color. The
view, the taste of her inner juices and perhaps even the
heat of the trailer caused my mind to lock itself away as
my body took over - I had to feel the inside of her
around my cock.
Unbuttoning my pants and sliding down my boxers, allowing
both to fall onto the floor, I felt the rush of hot air
brush over my naked lower body as I held my very erect
cock in my hand and pondered the best way to gain access.
I noticed that one of Catherine's legs had started to
slip onto the floor a little bit, her thigh resting on
the edge of the soft couch. This was the angle I could
work myself into her, I thought. I moved in front of her
leg and placed my fingers beneath her flesh, pulling on
her slightly. This caused Catherine's body to slide down
slightly on the couch, her legs gently touching the floor
at shin level. She still didn't seem to stir or awaken,
and I felt encouraged by this, her breasts resting
lightly on her chest atop the material of her bra.
Parting her legs slightly, I dropped down to a sort of
crouch and aimed my cock at her opening.
Even though I was now sweating in lust and desire to fuck
Catherine, I still didn't want her to awaken. That's why
as the tip of my cock pressed against her hole, I slowed
my entry into her to as slow as I could possibly go,
letting my dick enter into her waiting channel with as
little thrusting as possible. I watched with bated breath
as inch by inch slowly disappeared inside of her until
only a few inches of my 9 inch cock remained exposed, the
maximum I thought I could safely put in her now at it's
limit.
I held myself in that position for a while, simply
savoring her tight opening enveloped around my cock. I
began to pull myself out of her when suddenly Catherine
moaned again, an unintelligible, guttural gasp at the
feeling of having something inside of her. I again paused
but after she stopped her moan, I continued to retract my
dick. As I withdrew from her all but completely, leaving
just the tip inside, I entered her again. Only to my
surprise, I found her box had warmed up and was now quite
wet around my cock: whatever that moan had been about, it
was obviously turning her on.
Getting a good tempo going, I held myself up by placing
my hand near Catherine's leg on the couch, gripping the
fabric tightly as I worked in and out of her slowly. As
much as I just wanted to ram into her as hard I could, I
knew that in the position I was in right now, I'd be
going to jail for rape if I got caught. I leaned over
Catherine's nude, beautiful body and held my head over
her breasts, unable to resist the temptation of dipping
my mouth down and giving her right nipple a soft lick.
Looking up from this, I was startled to see that
Catherine's eyes had started to open slightly, small
little slits that I knew would allow her to see me.
Almost paralyzed with fear at being caught now, I lifted
myself away from her as quietly as I could and began to
pull myself out of her. As the last tip of my dick exited
out of her, Catherine's eyes opened completely and she
saw me.
"Dean, what are you doing?" she murmured.
"I was...Jesus, I know this looks bad but I wasn't...I
mean I didn't intend to," I stuttered, trying to distance
myself from her but finding my feet not cooperating by
moving.
"No, what are you doing? Why are you pulling out of me?"
Catherine said, now awake and brushing her matted hair
from her eyes.
"What???" I said, shocked.
"Well, aren't you going to keep fucking me? I mean, I
almost had an orgasm a second ago and now you decide to
pull out. What's wrong, is there something wrong with my
pussy?" Catherine said, sliding a hand down to her
opening and pulling apart her cunt lips lewdly.
"So...you knew what I was doing the whole time?" I asked,
shocked.
"Knew? I set it up! You didn't really think I was asleep
did you?"
"Well, yeah actually I did," I replied, my dick now
bobbing slightly in the air. Catherine reached out and
held it in her soft hand, twisting her palm over the
moist tip. "You mean all that drinking and everything was
just an act?"
"Yeah, pretty good huh? I have been feeling really down
lately though, but yeah...that was just cranberry juice.
Now how about we finish what you started, hmmm?"
Catherine said softly, squeezing my still erect cock
lightly in her hand. Happy to oblige, I allowed her to
lead me to her spread legs and we both watched as she
guided me deep inside of her hole, no hesitation this
time.
Able to leverage myself deeper inside of her now, I
buried all of my shaft deep inside Catherine's now very
wet pussy. Catherine cried out in ecstasy as I rocked my
body hard into her, her nails digging deep into my back
as she pulled me as deep as she could into me. I couldn't
help but laugh a little inside at having been fooled by
her so thoroughly, but the reward now was well worth the
trouble I had gone to in slowly undressing and teasing
her body.
Catherine lifted her face up to me and kissed me deeply,
her tongue wrestling it's way into my mouth hungrily. I
returned the kiss as I continued to thrust in and out of
her my balls hitting softly against her ass, the sound of
our bodies writhing together filling the air of the
trailer.
I as fucked her, I felt Catherine's pussy squeeze my cock
tightly as her inner muscles spasmed and she hit an
orgasm with a soft cry, her juices coating my shaft's
entire length. As she came, I held myself deep inside of
her, the tip of my prick pressing against the deep walls
of her cervix. Pulling myself out of her, I began to
thrust into her with gusto, the feel of her tight snatch
creating a sexual heaven on earth. My shirt was now
totally soaked with sweat, as was most of Catherine's
body as we continued to make love on the couch, her
aroused clit poking at the base of my cock as I moved in
and out of her.
My orgasm began to bubble up inside of my balls as I
continued to fuck her. Catherine seemed to sense it and
stopped my deep thrusts my grasping onto my ass cheeks
and not letting me go, her fingers holding firmly against
my body as I felt the tip of my head explode in cum deep
inside of her.
I hadn't had sex in a few days, so the copious amount of
sperm that erupted from my prick filled her wet vagina,
creating a sloshing sound as I slowly withdrew my prick
from inside of her, a dribble of semen leaking out of her
gaping opening. I pulled out of her completely and
collapsed on the couch next to, out of breath and
sweating profusely from the encounter. Catherine stuck a
hand down to her wet opening and rubbed our mixed juices
in between her fingers, enjoying the feel of the slippery
fluids as it leaked out of her body.
I glanced at my watch and with some alarm said "Oh shit,
you're supposed to be on the lot in 10 minutes!"
Catherine stood up, some of my seed leaking down her leg
in a slow, lazy trickle. "That's ok, I can take a quick
shower and be there with time to spare. There's some
towels over in that cabinet over there if you want to
clean yourself up," she said, turning and darting towards
the bathroom. I sat on the couch, my softening erection
still wet with her moisture as I watched her cute ass
bounce as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the
door.
I found said towels and removed the clothes I still wore,
drying my body off and wiping her own cum from my balls
and all around my lower body. I had just finished
dressing when Catherine emerged from the bathroom, her
hair a little damp from the shower but the clothes she
wore just what was expected for when she arrived on set:
a tan military uniform. Her short hair had been brushed
and framed her beautiful face even more clearly than any
television set could ever hope to show. We exited the
trailer and headed towards the lot.
"Here is Catherine, as promised," I said to the producer,
who stood talking to a camera man.
"Great, thank you Mr. Simonds. You finally ready to get
started Catherine?" the man said.
"Yes Jim," she replied with an enthusiastic sigh. "Just
let me talk to Dean for one more second, ok?"
"Fine. Go see makeup when you are ready," Jim said.
Catherine turned to me. "Thanks for helping me out today.
What you said about acting and making the world
better...well, that seemed pretty genuine. And genuine
statements are hard to come by in this town. If I need
anything else, I'll call you," Catherine said to me,
giving me a quick peck on the cheek.
"Glad to help," I replied, returning the kiss. Catherine
smiled at me and then headed off to the make up
department. I headed for the exit when my cell phone
rang.
"Dean Simonds here," I said.
"Hey Dean," Damon's voice said on the other line. "You
get things squared away with Catherine Bell?"
"Yeah. It was a little uh, sticky at first but things are
fine now. What's up?" I replied.
"Just wanted to remind you of your lunch with Rose
McGowan in 40 minutes. Chez Francesco, remember?" Damon
said.
"Shit, you're right. I'm on my way there now. Thanks for
the tip," I replied.
"Don't mention it. Hey, I'm not feeling so hot right now,
you mind if I head off a little early today, say after
lunch?" Damon asked.
"Sure thing. Just leave me a note with any calls I need
to make, ok?" I said.
"Not a problem. See you later," Damon said, and then he
hung up. I put the phone back in my pocket as I started
up my car and headed towards my lunch date with Rose
McGowan.
*
Rose came to the firm during a lull in her career, when
she was stuck making such flops as "Jawbreaker" and other
straight to video releases. However, I spotted in her a
knack for subtle comedy and urged her to try and fill the
void left by Shannon Doherty on "Charmed", which she
successfully managed to get. Since then, things have been
really hot for her, her popularity growing and the wild
side of her personal life always providing juicy gossip
that got people talking.
Rose was undoubtedly very attractive, but she had always
seemed slightly intimidating to me, almost to the point
of being so overly sexual that she seemed unapproachable.
Rose seemed to just ooze sensuality and it was no
surprise to me at all that she had thus far in her career
filled the "vamp" roles in just about everything she did.
This sexuality worked to her advantage career wise, but
when it came to actually sitting down and talking to her,
I felt as if I had finally met my match when it came to
seduction.
We had scheduled this lunch date a few weeks before her
first "Charmed" season ended and I specifically chose a
place as far away from that set as possible - I didn't
want to run into her co-star, Alyssa Milano, given all
the heartache I had caused her when we had first went
out.
The restaurant, a mixture of expensive French food and
more casual, lighter California style dishes, was packed
with the business crowd that filled most of the tables,
people of all races and ages chattering loudly with one
another over who knew what. I walked into the welcome
cool air of the restaurant and spotted Rose in the back
corner of the restaurant, her pale face touched lightly
by a beam of sunlight that brushed the table and ran over
the side of her body. She wore a maroon top that traced
and outlined every single curve of her upper body and her
dark hair hung in bangs against her cheeks. Rose smiled
at me when she saw me and I took a seat across from her.
"Dean, how are you?" Rose said.
"I'm doing good. Busy morning," I said.
"It looks it. Your face looks a little flushed," Rose
said, reaching her hand out and brushing my cheek.
"It's the heat I guess," I replied. "So, have you been
waiting long?"
"No, not really. I got here about 5 minutes ago and the
waiter came over and took my drink order. I hope you
don't mind that I ordered some wine, since I figured you
would be paying," Rose said with a grin.
"Not as long as you ordered some for me too," I chuckled.
"Of course. That would be rude of me not to, don't you
think?" Rose said, sliding her hand across the table and
placing it over mine. Rose was certainly not one to keep
her hands off from other people, but the softness of her
fingertips tracing up to her pale but flawless skin was
not unappreciated by me.
We chatted for a few minutes as the waiter came and took
our order, dropping off glasses of wine. The topics were
nothing in particular, mostly just Hollywood stuff, but
slowly the conversation drifted to her experiences on set
with Alyssa.
"You know, she still talks about you," Rose said, sipping
her wine.
"She does?" I said, a little uneasy now that the topic
had been brought up.
"Yeah. Not like psycho-obsessed with you talking, but
little things. How you used to kiss her, how kind you
were to her in helping her career out, that sort of
thing," Rose said.
"And she just talks about all this out of the blue?" I
said, amazed that Alyssa was still thinking about me
after what had happened.
"Well, we were talking about sex one day and I was
telling them about this great fuck I had with this guy I
met at a bar once, before I was famous and all that, and
she just mentioned how when she was with you she had the
best sex of her life," Rose said, smiling at me wickedly,
enjoying I think the emotional pangs that this brought
out in me.
"She said that huh? Wow," I remarked, shaking my head
slightly.
"I think her exact words were 'Dean knows how to fuck a
woman. It didn't matter when or where but he always could
make you cum in floods'" Rose said, chuckling. An older
couple at the table next to us shot Rose a dirty look, to
which she stuck her tongue out at in return.
"That's quite a compliment coming from someone like
Alyssa," I said quietly.
"Tell me about it. When she told me that, I went home
that night and masturbated myself to a pretty hot orgasm
thinking about you and her getting it on," Rose said. I
almost choked on my drink.
"Really?" I said, clearing my throat.
"Definitely. I mean, I'm tempted to just grab you by that
cute tie of yours, throw you onto one of these tables and
jump your bones right here," Rose said. I felt my cock
twitch slightly - it was this sort of brazen sexual
boasting that had always managed to catch me off guard. I
was amazed that we had managed to steer clear of such
escapades before, given this predatorily sexuality she
seemed to have within herself and my apparently uncanny
knack for seducing some of Hollywood's top women.
I decided to play along with her boastings to see where
they led.
"You would huh?" I said with a smile just as wicked as
any that she had flashed me.
"Maybe not right here, but definitely in the restaurant.
I love having sex in public, it feels so naughty and
wrong, don't you think?" Rose said. I felt her foot brush
against my pant leg underneath the table, her shoe off as
her toes traced up in between my legs to my crotch. I
adjusted myself slightly in my seat.
"So then what are you suggesting?" I asked.
"Well, let's eat first and let me scope this place out a
bit for a good location. Then we can decide on that,"
Rose said. "That is, if you're up to it,"
"Just from Alyssa's boastings alone you know I am," I
replied. Rose smiled at me and we just looked at each
other in silence, my mind racing as I tried to ponder
what this sexual lioness seemed to have in store. I was
willing to try and do anything once, but when it came to
situations like this I was far from creative in creating
schemes.
Our food arrived a few minutes later and we sat eating in
silence. However, Rose's foot had not left it's spot in
between my legs and in fact seemed more than content to
be there, her toes massaging my balls lightly through the
fabric of my slacks and boxers. I felt a growing erection
with every touch of my manhood by Rose and shifted a
little in my seat to keep it from being too obvious if a
waiter/waitress happened to walk by.
Rose had ordered another glass of wine and now it was her
turn for her skin to be slightly flush, a pinkish hue
forming on her cheeks as she drank the wine with her
meal. When we had both finished, the waiter brought me
the bill and as I was pulling out my credit card from my
wallet, Rose stood up from her seat.
"I need to use the ladies room, I'll be right back," she
purred, winking at me slightly. The waiter happened to
catch it too.
"Is that Rose McGowan?" he asked. He was a college kid,
probably barely old enough to drink the wine he served.
"Yes, it is. I'd introduce you two but we really must be
going," I said to him. He nodded, a little disappointed
but at least happy to have spotted a star on his shift.
As soon as he left the table, I straightened out my hair
and tie - this was the hint Rose had been waiting all
this time to give me, and now it was show time. This
would not be the first time I had engaged in a sexual
romp in public, but it would most certainly be the most
crowded place I had done so. I was trembling with
excitement when the waiter brought back the receipt and I
signed it.
"Tell her that I'm a big fan," he said to me as I stood
up to leave.
"I will, and I'm sure she is thankful of your support," I
replied, heading off towards the restrooms.
They were located away from the main dining area, in a
sort of corner of the restaurant. I passed some pay
phones and lingered by them as a woman came out of the
ladies room. I could hear the din of the restaurant from
where I was in the hallway and made sure that no one saw
me as I opened the ladies room door and slipped in
quietly.
"Rose?" I called softly into the restroom. Soft
background music played in a speaker above the door and
the floor by the sinks and leading to the stalls was
carpeted in a burgundy color that resembled the top that
Rose was wearing.
"I'm in here. Lock the door," I heard her say from the
far, handicap stall. "We don't have much time, so hurry
up,"
I treaded quietly down towards where she was. I spotted
her black shoes standing on the polished linoleum of the
tile floor where the carpet stopped and the stall began.
"Is there anyone else in here?" I asked as I pushed the
door open. Rose was standing naked by the toilet, her
dress and top, not to mention her panties and bra slung
over neatly on the metal bars of the stall. All she wore
was her pair of black heels, which I realized were the
"fuck me" style stiletto pumps, and a smile. Her nipples
were small and pink on her ample breasts, a delicate
touch of color to her otherwise pale and porcelain skin.
Her cunt hair was trimmed in a small "V" shape that
pointed directly between her thighs to her waiting box
beneath.
"No, but even if there was I wouldn't care. Now show me
what Alyssa was talking about Dean!" Rose said as she
lunged at me, her warm body pressing against me as she
leaned her mouth up and kissed me deeply. I wasted no
time in removing my clothes while we kissed, laying them
against the bar on top of hers as well. Both of us now
naked, Rose broke the kiss as she squatted down beneath
me and took my cock in her hand.
She jerked on it a few times, looking up at me with that
devilish grin of hers. The sight of seeing her play with
my prick, her dark red lipstick coated lips just a mere
inch from my cock was almost enough to make me blow my
load right there. And as her mouth devoured my cock
hungrily, I had to lean back against the stall door with
a thud to contain myself.
Rose was, without a doubt, the blow job queen of
Hollywood. The things that she did to my prick with her
tongue, the gentle brushing of the head with the back of
her teeth, the way she sucked like only a well trained
whore would, was so exquisite that it defined words. I
gasped and shuddered as she went wild on my cock, bobbing
her head up and down, her dark hair swinging wildly
around her face and over her naked shoulders. Rose smiled
up at me, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to lick the
corners of her lips seductively. She gave my cock one
final suck and then stood up.
Without saying a word, she lifted her leg like a dancer
and placed it on the bar of the stall. For such a small
woman, I was amazed at her flexibility. Her pussy gleamed
with wetness as I aimed my cock for her waiting hole, and
Rose grunted in pleasure as the tip of my cock worked its
way into her body. Rose grasped tightly to my broad
shoulders, steadying herself as I eased more of myself
deep inside of her.
As I entered her fully, my balls resting at the base of
her cunt, I felt her ample sized breasts pressed tightly
against me, the smell of her body and the perfume she
used flooding my nose as I inhaled with every breath.
Rose held onto me firmly and I started to work myself in
and out of her, not even bothering to do it slowly. Her
knuckles were white as she held onto the walls for
support, her legs rocking back and forth as I hunched
into her, my prick plunging deep into her depths with
every thrust, her body shuddering underneath me as she
panted with her cheek pressed against my chest.
The position was a bit awkward but it did allow me a fair
amount of leverage to flex my knees and bend Rose back
slightly, her body arching with our thrusts. Rose's hips
began to move in a circular motion with my pistoning in
and out of her, rising up each time to meet me.
"Oh God Dean, fuck me harder!" Rose panted. I eagerly
fulfilled her request, sawing myself in and out of her
tight, wet pussy. Rose's cuntal lips were a rich red
color beneath me, a striking contrast to the paleness of
the rest of her body. Her hair had become matted against
her forehead, two long strands pulled over her ears as
she looked up at me, her eyes closed tightly and her
mouth in a blissful "O" shape. I withdrew my cock for a
moment, teasing along the outside of her clit to get her
more aroused, the hard vein of my shaft rubbing against
her womanhood before I plunged back into her.
We were moving like a blur now, our bodies one union of
flesh and desire as the animal lust inside both of us
took over and we didn't make love - we merely fucked. Two
people, scratching a burning sexual need for one another,
to feel the other's body as intimately as possible.
Rose's head bobbed around on her shoulders, her hair
swaying limply as she came on my cock, the only
indication of her impending orgasm the heightened gasping
and groaning pace she picked up. Rose was like an animal
as we stood there, as deep inside one another as much as
we could, racing towards an impending conclusion. Before
I came though, there was something else I wanted to try.
Yanking my dick from out of Rose's pussy, I dropped her
leg to the floor and spun her around hard, causing her to
plant her palms on the far back wall. I gave her ass a
playful slap - something inside told me that Rose liked
her sex to be raw and a little rough - and then I placed
my cockhead at the entrance to her ass. I was already
well lubricated with her juices and as I plunged into
her, I wasn't really surprised to find her ass an open
and waiting hole, stretched who knows how many times
before by other guys who were just too tempted to not
fuck her in the ass.
"Ooooo!" Rose moaned. "That's just want I wanted!"
Rose's hand left the wall and dropped down to her pussy,
which she began to rub and fondle wildly as I slid deeper
inside of her bowels. Her ass was a totally different
experience than her cunt had been, one that was
comfortingly tight but also loose enough to give me
plenty of room to angle myself differently inside of her,
penetrating her deeply up and down.
Her legs bucking a little underneath me, Rose bent over
at the waist and moved her hands to the toilet seat, thus
thrusting her ass up towards me. I used this extra
angling to push further into her, my prick as far in as
it could go as I screwed Rose at this angle. Any sort of
intelligible comments Rose might have had were long gone,
now replaced by animal grunts of pleasure and approval at
my invasion into her ass.
I grabbed Rose by the waist with one hand while I used
the other to reach under her and fondle one of her
swaying tits, feelings the fleshy skin rubbing against my
fingers. Her nipples were rock hard and as I squeezed
them between two fingers, I felt Rose's body shake again
as she came, a little bit of her pussy juice leaking out
of her leg, her ass cheeks squeezing firmly against me.
My orgasm imminent, I removed myself from Rose's ass. She
wasted no time in spinning around and opening her mouth
dutifully as I stroked my cock a few times and began to
shoot my load. I probably shot four or five times, one
stream landing directly in her mouth while the others
dripped down onto her cheeks and the nape of her neck,
coating her heaving tits with my man juice.
Rose sucked off the last remaining droplets of cum and
then cleaned herself off with some toilet paper. I
watched her re-dress, slipping on her thong panties and
stepping into her dress with her shoes still on, the
fabric of the dress nudging itself up against her hips
tightly. When we both had dressed, we exited from the
stall.
Rose gave herself a quick look over in the mirror,
reached into her purse and reapplied some makeup where my
cum had washed it off and straightened my tie for me.
Both composed and looking as if nothing had happened,
Rose unlocked the bathroom door.
As she opened it, I was startled to see three elderly
women standing around talking, obviously in urgent need
of getting into the restroom now that it was unlocked.
Rose exited first and gave them a cute little sneer at
their obvious anger over being locked out, but when I
emerged from the bathroom they put two and two together
and scowled at me fiercely. All I could do was grin and
shrug my shoulders sheepishly as I walked past them,
their mouths agape as they struggled to try and say
something.
I heard one of them moving behind us and for a second
thought that she was going to confront us and make a big
scene in the restaurant. But she instead went over to the
nearest waiter and, her mouth by his ear, told him
something that was no doubt about us. The waiter nodded
solemnly and looked up at us as we continued to walk
briskly through the restaurant. Rose's hips swayed
seductively in front of me, her pert ass swishing back
and forth as she walked. The waiter now began to give a
slight chase after us, so I nudged Rose on the ass to
hurry her along. As we reached the exit of the
restaurant, a gaggle of waiters were now chattering off
by the kitchen area, looking and pointing at us. I still
had that same shit eating grin on my face, and almost
burst into laughter as I spotted our waiter staring at
me, his mouth open. Rose saw him too and winked at him,
causing him to step back slightly as if he had been hit
or something. I gave him a slight wave and we exited out
into the hot heat of the afternoon.
Rose's car was parked off to the side of the restaurant
and I walked her over to it. It was a convertible,
something sporty, although I couldn't quite place the
make. What I could place however, was that it's color
bore a very similar resemblance in shade to the dark
color of her pussy lips. I grinned at this as Rose hopped
over the door in her skirt and started the engine. She
slipped on her sunglasses and looked up at me.
"Well, I can say with all honesty that Alyssa was not
lying when she said you were one great fuck," Rose said,
that same predatory streak still throbbing inside of her.
"Thank you. You weren't so bad yourself you know," I
replied, my hand on her door.
"That was fun, we should do this again some other time.
Although, I don't think we will be allowed back here
again, do you?" Rose said with a laugh.
"No, but don't worry...there are plenty of restaurants in
Los Angeles," I replied. Rose smiled up at me and then
backed out her car. I watched her go as she pulled into
traffic and then headed over to my car.
*
The inside was hot and I stuck to the leather seats as I
got inside. I debated for a moment going back to the
office and doing some work, but my two encounters thus
far in the day had left my clothes pretty sweaty, not to
mention the rest of my body, and I decided it would
probably be better to just go home and shower, maybe swim
some in the pool, and see how I felt afterwards.
Heading onto the freeway, traffic was slow because a car
had broken down about half a mile ahead of us. As I
slowly crawled through traffic, gaining a few inches
every 10 minutes or so, the car ahead (which had died in
the middle lane) began to look familiar. I could see its
driver, a young blond girl, talking loudly on a cell
phone as she waved her arms around in the air. She was
obviously upset, but something about her seemed familiar
to me as I drew closer and closer, the rubberneckers
ahead of me finally speeding up when they got the chance.
When I was just about five car lengths away or so, I
finally put a connection to the car and to the face: it
was Kirsten Dunst, whom I had a fling with just a few
weeks back, and her little Miata had obviously bit the
dust from the way the steam was coming out of it. Kirsten
had the hood popped and was leaning over looking in
amongst the billowing steam, talking to someone on her
phone. As I neared her, I rolled down the passenger
window and called out to her.
"Kirsten!" I said. She looked up, puzzled at first but
her face shifting to a look of joy as she spotted me.
"Dean! Thank God you drove by! My car died right in the
middle of the freeway and I'm talking to these lazy fucks
at the towing company and they said that they can't get
here for another 2 hours!" Kirsten said. She was
sweating, her face red with what looked like a little bit
of motor oil and grease. She wore a pair of jeans and an
oversized t-shirt that covered the ampleness of her
breasts. The shirt too looked sooty and dirty and I could
tell from the look of anxiety on Kirsten's face that she
was not happy.
"Hang on just a sec, let me pull over!" I said to her.
She nodded and watched me as I accelerated slightly past
her, pulling my car into a small spot in front of car,
careful to not become another road hazard on the freeway.
I stopped the car and got out, walking over to her. I
really didn't know too much about cars myself, but I made
it appear like I knew exactly what I was doing as I gazed
in. I fiddled a knob here, touched a switch there and
said "Hmm..." to myself a lot. Although I felt I was
doing a good and convincing job, Kirsten wasn't buying
it.
"You have no idea what you are doing either do you?" she
said with a smile.
"No, I don't. But I looked pretty convincing, didn't I?"
I said with a grin.
"That you did. Thanks for pulling over and stopping to
help me, but I don't think there is much we can do till
the towing company gets here," Kirsten said in an
exasperated manner. She leaned against the side of the
car with her arms folded as cars buzzed past us.
"Well, maybe. But let me try something real quick," I
said to her, heading back to my car. Kirsten's eyes were
hopeful as I punched in the office number on the phone.
After a few rings, I was surprised to hear Ashley, the
young receptionist, answer.
"Shooting Stars, this is Ashley, how may I direct your
call?" she said.
"Ashley, hey it's Dean. Boy, you sound very mature on the
phone like that. Listen, I need a big favor," I said to
her.
"Sure Dean, anything. What's up?"
"I'm here in the middle of the freeway with Kirsten
Dunst, and her car broke down. She called a towing
company and they said it would be two hours before she
gets here. Now, Kirsten is top talent and neither she nor
I have the time to sit here and wait. Soooo...I was
wondering if you could call that towing company you
worked for, what's it called?"
"Hollywood & Vine Towing?" Ashley replied.
"Yes, them. Could you call them and maybe see if they can
send a driver out here for us quicker than two hours,
maybe as a personal favor to you? Tell them I'll pay
whatever it takes to make it happen," I said. The signal
was a bit weak here on the freeway and all the cars made
things a little noisy, but I think she got what I said
clearly.
"Ok Dean, as soon as I hang up with you I will call them
and see what I can do. Should I call you back on your
cell phone?" Ashley asked.
"Yes, please. Thanks Ashley, you are a lot of help," I
said, hanging up.
"I have my receptionist working on getting a tow out here
as soon as possible. She used to work for a company and
hopefully can pull some strings," I told Kirsten.
"I gathered that much by what you said," she replied in a
smart-alecky manner. Kirsten was always very sharp on
things like banter and that's what I liked about her: she
resembled to me a lot of the great early 20s Hollywood
actresses who had great looks and a salacious wit.
"Let's wait in my car for her to call back, ok" I said to
Kirsten. "No need to give these rubberneckers something
else to look at,"
We climbed in and I turned on the air as we sat quietly
inside the car. I remembered the conversation with Damon
earlier in the morning and thought more about it as I
sat. For some reason, the question kept plaguing me. I
asked Kirsten what she thought.
"Hypothetically speaking Kirsten, if you weren't an
actress what do you think you would do?" I said to her.
"Hmm...well, I've always liked science and things like
that. But I think I might just be a businesswoman of some
sort, someone who makes important decisions and keeps the
wheels of a company turning, that sort of thing. I have
never really thought about it to tell you the truth,
since I've acted for as long as I can remember," Kirsten
said.
"Would you ever leave Hollywood?" I asked.
"Oh no. Now that I'm finally getting big, this is like a
dream come true. Say what you want about the scandals and
backstabbing and shady deals that go on in this town, but
this is the land of fantasy, of dreams. And once you are
a part of that, be it as an actress or as an agent, I
couldn't imagine even thinking about leaving it all
behind," Kirsten replied. Her deep eyes locked onto mine
and held them for a second. They burned with a deep fire
of solidity in her feelings, un-swaying at all in her
goals.
"So you wouldn't have any desire to just walk away,
settle down with some girl, have a few kids and just live
out your days as a nobody?" I said to her, locking her
gaze.
"What are you implying Dean? Are you asking me to marry
you?" Kirsten said, a little taken aback.
"No, no, no!" I said with a laugh. "I just mean do you
like this lifestyle so much that even true love or the
man of your dreams, which I'm not saying by any stretch
is me, couldn't pull you away?"
"Well, you should never say never. But acting is who I am
and without it, I would be an empty person. Hasn't the
Hollywood world taken over you too, do you actually think
you could leave it and go back home again?" Kirsten
asked, turning the tables a little bit.
I opened my mouth to reply, but was stumped. "I don't
know," I finally stammered. "I always thought I would do
this forever but as you said, never say never,"
There was a silence between us for a second and I thought
that Kirsten was going to say something in reply, but
suddenly the phone rang, startling us both.
"Hey Ashley, what do you got for me?" I said.
"Ok, I called Bill on his mobile phone and you happen to
be right in luck. Kirsten, I mean Ms. Dunst's stalled car
has backed traffic up for 10 miles and he is in the
middle of it. I told him where you were and he said he
was about 5 miles away from there on the freeway and
could probably get to you in about 20 minutes or so. That
is, if you still need a tow?" Ashley said.
"That's great Ashley. Thank you so much for your help.
And just for that, I'm giving you a three dollar an hour
raise!" I said to her kindly. I was greeted in response
by a shrill, excited scream.
"Dean THANK YOU! Wow! You are the greatest guy ever!
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she
said in my ear, in that high pitched voice only teenage
girls have.
"You're welcome. Now, breath in and then do something
else for me: head on home for the day. Your raise starts
tomorrow, but since I let Damon go early, you can get out
of there too. Just remember to set the alarm, ok?" I
replied.
"Ok! Thank you Dean, you are the best boss in the world,"
she said. I hung up the phone and looked at Kirsten who
was smirking at me.
"I'm apparently the best boss in the world," I said with
a grin.
"And you think you wouldn't miss that?" Kirsten said with
a laugh. "When is the truck going to get here?"
"Well, it seems Ms. Dunst that the delay by your car has
blocked traffic for 10 miles behind us and the tow man
won't be able to get here for another 20 minutes or so,"
I replied to her in a smart ass tone. Kirsten hugged me.
"You are the best boss AND the best agent in the world,"
she said, kissing me on the cheek. There was an awkward
pause as she still held her arms against my neck.
"You know, we haven't seen each other since that stuff
happened with your brother," she said in a sultry kind of
voice. "And I have to say that I have missed you and
your...well, you know," she said, sliding her hand down
to the front of my pants. Reluctantly, I pushed it away.
"Easy there kiddo. Let's let the tow man come first then
we can get reacquainted, ok?" I said to her, holding her
small hand in my own, much larger hand.
"Ok," she said with a sigh. She turned her attention to
my stereo and flipped through the stations. Finding a pop
station, she lip synched along to a Britney Spears song
while I laughed and joked with her. The time passed
quickly and as I glanced up in my rear view mirror, I
spotted two blinking yellow, flashing lights heading our
way.
The tow truck managed to squeeze in ahead of me and the
driver, a short stocky and balding man, stepped out. I
got out of the car to introduce myself while Kirsten
lingered behind.
"You must be Bill. Thank you for coming by, you are a
life saver," I said to him, shaking his hand. His palm
and fingernails were dirty with grease and grime but his
grip was strong and he gave me a polite smile as we
shook.
"I was on my way out your direction anyways, but I was
glad that I could help Ashley out. I always liked that
girl," Bill said, leaning against his tow truck. "Where
do you want the car towed?"
"Your lot will be fine. Kirsten will come by very quickly
to pick it up, right Kirsten?" I said.
"Yes. Thank you sir, you are too kind," Kirsten said,
shaking his hand. Bill's face blossomed into a sort of
embarrassed smile.
"No..no problem Ms. Dunst. It's not every day that I get
to help out a beautiful young woman like you. And might I
add, me and the boys at the shop loved you in Spiderman,"
Bill said.
"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the movie. I can't wait
to start on the sequel," Kirsten said.
"Well, I should get to work I guess," Bill said with a
sigh. His demeanor changed to the gruff, business motif
as he walked past us.
"I need you to move your car sir. Just try getting around
me when there is a break in traffic and pull up ahead if
you don't mind," Bill said. I nodded and started my car,
waiting for a few seconds as a line of trucks carrying
some migrant workers passed. Cutting sharply, I followed
his directions and our blocked line of traffic advanced
further into the road as I pulled in front of him.
I got out of the car and stood by Kirsten as we watched
him hook a towing rig to the bottom of her car and then
throw a switch on the back. The car lurched forward
slightly and began to raise up, sliding its back wheels
onto the platform of the flat bed of the tow truck. When
it was on securely, Bill wrapped some chains under the
wheels and gave it a final tug before climbing back into
the truck. I stood by his rolled down driver's window.
"I should be back at the office in about 30 minutes or
so, but feel free to come by whenever is convenient. And
talk to Raul about payment when you get there. He's our
new replacement since you took Ashley from us," Bill said
with a smile. We waved to him as he drove off. Kirsten
and I climbed back into my car and watched him go as we
headed off on the freeway.
Once we were cruising along, Kirsten turned to me.
"That was great of you for stopping Dean. You always seem
to be my knight in shining armor," she said to me. "Now,
about that relationship..."
"I wouldn't call it a relationship, but go on," I
replied.
"If it's not a relationship then what is it? I mean, I
know we haven't had any real dates or anything but it
always seems like we are together in moments of turmoil,"
she said. "So then are we fuck buddies?"
I laughed. "Fuck buddies. Hmm, I like the sound of that,"
I said.
Kirsten smirked at me. "Well then, fuck buddy, I guess I
shouldn't disappoint and not fulfill my end of the
relationship, er, friendship,"
Kirsten leaned in close to my cheek and gave me a soft
kiss. Her tongue extended from her mouth as she gave my
jaw a gentle lick with her tongue. She then proceeded up
my face to my ear, where she began to kiss and tickle it
with her tongue. It was a little uncomfortable, having to
deal with it while I was driving, but the feel of her hot
breath on my ear sent a chill down my spine.
Kirsten took my face in her hands and turned me to face
her. She planted a deep, soul searching kiss on my lips,
her tongue entering my mouth. The kiss was very brief,
but for the third time today I felt my cock stirring in
my pants.
Breaking the kiss, Kirsten moved her small hand to my
crotch and rubbed it with her fingers, slipping two
fingers underneath my balls as she played with them
gently. Her thumb and forefinger moved to my zipper and
slowly pulled it down. I squirmed slightly as I felt her
cool hand slip into my pants and boxers and pull out my
hardening cock into the air of the car.
Kirsten gave it a few soft tugs to get me at full length,
then quickly put her mouth on my cock, wrapping the head
between those sultry lips of hers. She bobbed her head up
and down somewhat on my cock, not deep-throating me but
certainly taking in more than a mouthful. I was just
getting into it when Kirsten lifted her mouth and looked
at me again.
"By the way, where are we going?" she asked.
"I was planning on going back to my house. I need a
shower, I've been busy this morning," I replied. I moved
one hand over to her hair, letting my fingers trace
through her blond locks as the silky strands fell like
water through the space between my fingers.
"Ok, sounds good to me," Kirsten replied. "Besides, there
is something waiting for you there if we can get there on
time,"
"What do you mean?" I asked, but it was too late.
Kirsten's head dropped back down to my cock, sucking on
it like a lollipop. She nestled her nose against my sac,
the hot breath escaping from her nostrils causing my
balls to stir in their sack. I moved my hand back to her
head, only this time to hold it onto my lap as I drove
(admittedly a little haphazardly) while she sucked me
off.
Kirsten was really going to town on me now, her tongue
tracing up and down along my shaft nimbly as she enjoyed
the pleasure of my cock in her mouth. I could see her
nipples hardening in her shirt, pressing against the
loose fabric of the baggy cloth, her eyes closed in
intense focus as she moved her mouth over my organ.
I relaxed against the seat and simply enjoyed the
feeling, shuddering every now and then when her tongue
would touch a sensitive spot on my prick. I rotated
Kirsten's head around in a circular motion as she slipped
more and more of my dick down her throat, still not
getting it all the way into her mouth and throat.
I exited the freeway and came to a stoplight, feeling a
little awkward as she continued to tease my prick with
her young, hot mouth as cars idled next to me at the
intersection. Kirsten removed my cock from her mouth and
panted a little, taking the head and rubbing it against
her lips and cheeks, a small drop of precum smearing a
liquid streak on her face.
Dropping her head back down onto my prick, Kirsten
continued sucking on it like a candy cane, seeming to
enjoy every moment of it. I accelerated as the light
turned green and as Kirsten's mouth motions kept on my
cock, I felt my foot press down harder on the
accelerator, upping the speed of the massive SUV I was
driving. I watched the speedometer as I tried to stay
focused on driving and not accidentally swerving into
another lane - 45, 50, 60 mph...I watched the needle
slide further to the right. Up ahead I saw the next
stoplight change from green to yellow and as I slowed
things down with much control (my body was telling me one
thing, my mind another), I felt an orgasm bubbling up.
"Kirsten, I'm going to shoot!" I said to her with a gasp.
"Let me swallow it," she said, lifting her mouth from my
cock for a moment before returning to the fleshy pole,
sucking hard like a vacuum. I watched her cheeks suck in,
her cute dimples tight as she worked on my dick, when the
first wave of sperm shot forth into her mouth. My
cockhead jerked slightly in her mouth, causing me to buck
my hips upward towards Kirsten's face as another stream
shot forth. Kirsten's throat muscles worked overtime as
she swallowed the salty load, part of her cheeks filling
with my seed.
My orgasm subsided but Kirsten kept moving her tongue
over my prick, causing a sudden and quite pleasurable
after orgasm wad to dribble from my cock into her mouth.
She swallowed that too and with one more deep swallow,
she dropped her mouth to the base of my shaft one more
time before finally lifting her mouth. Kirsten leaned
back in her seat, her face red and her cheeks flustered
as she grinned at me. I saw a small bubble of cum leak
between her teeth as she played with my load in her
mouth, opening it to show a cute pink tongue covered with
the sticky white fluid. Kirsten closed her mouth again
and swallowed it all down like a porn star, smiling again
at me as she reclined in her seat and took a breath.
Reaching her hand over to my cock, she wiped off one last
dribble of cum that had seeped out of the head with her
finger. Opening her shirt wide enough for me to see that
she wasn't wearing a bra, she rubbed the cum onto the
cleft between her breasts, smearing it into her skin.
"That's a reminder for later," she said with a grin. She
zipped my fly back up and crossed her legs on the seat as
I turned into my gated neighborhood and drove down the
quite street, it's sides lined with expensive mansions
and pristinely manicured lawns.
"Well, that was a lot of fun. I do hope that you stay
here in Los Angeles Dean. I couldn't imagine not having
my fuck buddy around when I needed him," Kirsten said to
me as I pulled into my driveway and stopped the car. As I
climbed out, I could hear loud music coming from one of
the houses on the street and to my left I saw a row of
very expensive cars from all over the world parked along
the street.
"Hmm...guess my neighbors are having a party," I thought
to myself. I took Kirsten's hand and walked to my front
door, the lock clicking into place as I opened the door.
*
"Come on Kirsten, you can make yourself comfortable while
I take a shower if you want," I said to her as we both
walked in. Heading towards the living room, I flipped on
a light switch.
"SURPRISE!!!" a chorus of voices yelled at me, almost
making me jump out of my skin in surprise. As my eyes
adjusted to the light, I saw a roomful of people I
recognized. And in the middle of it all was Damon.
"Surprise Dean!" he said enthusiastically as I walked in,
checking out the swarm of people who stood in my living
room.
"What is this?" I said to him, rubbing my head in
puzzlement.
"Remember our conversation this morning? You sounded
pretty set on leaving LA so I made a few calls to some of
our clients who were in town and figured that if you
really WERE going to leave town, we might as well have a
party for you, no?" Damon replied, slapping me on the
back and ushering me in further to the living room.
I glanced around the room, spotting practically an A-list
of actors, actresses, directors, musicians and other
various people whom I knew we represented. They were all
beaming and smiling at me, some with drinks in their
hands, some without. All looked happy and as I walked
more into the room they all approached me, shaking my
hand and saying hello.
"Dean, you're the best. Don't ever leave," said Brad
Pitt.
"Hollywood wouldn't be the same without you," said Ridley
Scott
"I couldn't bear to go to any other agency if you left,"
said Christina Ricci.
The accolades and warm greetings made me smile broadly as
I shook hands - some of these people I hadn't seen in a
long time, others I had talked to in the part few weeks.
I had to admit that I was completely surprised and had
been totally duped into this without realizing it, but it
brought a great joy in my heart to see everyone here.
Kirsten had been a part of the planning too I realized,
although she had since left my hand and had gone around
to mingle with everyone else at the party.
Damon came up to me and swept me away towards the bar,
where other stars had congregated.
"I don't know if you really were planning on leaving or
not Dean, but I promise you that once this party is over,
you will definitely have second thoughts about leaving it
all behind," he said. "Now get yourself a drink, mingle,
and enjoy. I have a certain Best Actress of 2001 named
Halle Berry to go talk to if you don't mind,"
Damon disappeared and I went to the bar, pouring myself
my old favorite - a scotch on the rocks - and proceeded
to walk around the room, shaking hands and holding
conversations about Hollywood, big budget films and
projects that were in the works. As the sun crept down
outside, more people continued to arrive; so many that I
started to lose count and didn't even pay attention as
they came and went through my front door.
By 8:00 or so, I had a nice buzz going and some of the
crowd had thinned out. In my pleasurable state, I noticed
that most of those who were left were actresses of
various caliber and star power, a fact that I wasn't
upset about in the least. I was in the middle of a deep
conversation with Sharon Stone when Damon tapped his
glass with a spoon and drew everyone into the living
room.
"Ladies and...well, the four or five gentlemen who are
left," Damon said, eliciting a laugh from the partygoers.
"For our guest of honor tonight, three of the firms up
and coming young talent have volunteered, and quite
willingly I might add, to put on a little show for Dean
and everyone else who might be interested. So without
further ado, I present to you the star of "Smallville"
Kristen Kreuk, the star of "10 Things I Hate About You"
and the all grown up Larisa Oleynik and one of the many
Oscar holders in the room tonight, Anna Paquin as they
show us old folks how the kids get down these days!"
Everyone clapped and cheered as Damon dimmed the lights
by the middle of the room with a switch. The music on the
stereo changed to some "booty dancing" mix as the three
girls walked in from a closed door at the end of the hall
to take a spot underneath the lights that hung above
them, normally used to spotlight a rare "Citizen Kane"
movie poster.
As the music came on, they looked a little nervous and
just a little tipsy on their feet as they began to sway
to the rhythm. I was pushed down onto the couch for a
front row view by someone behind me and I got a good look
at the young ladies whose hips had already started to
shake and move around to the bass line of the song.
Kristen Kreuk was on the left. Dressed in a pair of very
tight fitting jeans and a red halter top, her long brown
hair slung over her shoulders, she wore no shoes as she
placed her hands on the hips of Larisa Oleynik, who was
in the middle of the "stage". Larisa's outfit was similar
to Kristen in that she wore a halter top, but the
similarities seemed to stop there: she had on a pair of
jean shorts that seemed to cling to her sexy, tight ass
like a second skin and a pair of white tennis shoes that
completed her innocent girl look.
Her eyes were closed, her body already lost to the flow
of the music. Anna Paquin wore just a simple black
miniskirt that reached up to her wide but rounded hips
and an open, light blue blouse that had obviously been
pulled open to allow the most skin area as possible and
to be sure to show her firm breasts as they pushed
against her white bra.
The tempo of the music picked up and the girls began to
move of their own accord, dancing and grinding first
independently of each other, but occasionally bumping
hips and asses to the music. Larisa and Anna, it became
quite clear, had indulged themselves a bit in the free
flowing liquor and wine of the party, for they giggled
wildly whenever they came close to each other. Kristen on
the other hand, seemed to dancing perfectly fine (albeit
very sexily) without any ties or restraints holding her
back in getting her groove on.
I glanced around the room and noticed that some of the
people who had been there for Damon's announcement,
including Damon himself, had left the room. The people
that remained seemed to be paired off in couples, with
only a few actually paying attention to the girls. Like
me though, there were a few stragglers who couldn't seem
to take their eyes off the hot starlets as they put on a
show for me and whomever else happened to be in the room.
I watched as the three of them slowly began to drift
closer together, arms shaking and moving to the beat,
rubbing against each other at first playfully, then it
seemed with more deliberate purpose. Kristen put her arms
around Larisa's hips, thrusting her fingers into the
pockets of her shorts as she pulled Larisa's ass tightly
against her own crotch. Larisa leaned her head back onto
Kristen's shoulders as they both moved in time with one
another, the heat radiating from their young bodies
seeming to make the room at least a few degrees hotter.
Letting go of Larisa's hips, it was Anna's turn to bump
and grind close with the very beautiful former "Alex
Mack" star. They pressed in close to one another, their
mouths just a few inches apart as their breasts rubbed
each other through the thin material of their shirts.
Anna's hand slid from it's resting place on Larisa's hip
towards her tummy, slipping her fingers underneath
Larisa's shirt and tickling her stomach. Larisa giggled
wildly and smiled, returning the favor by putting her
hands onto Anna's breasts and squeezing them lightly.
They both laughed and stepped back away from one another,
but Larisa bumped into Kristen's legs and the
"Smallville" star pushed her forward again into Anna's
open arms.
They seemed to forget about the music now as Anna's hands
pulled Larisa in tightly against her. Kristen stepped
forward and put her hands on Larisa's ass, holding her in
Anna's embrace. Anna's eyes locked with Larisa's and with
a deft motion, she leaned in forward and kissed Larisa on
the lips. I don't think I was the only male in the room
whose cock jumped in their pants at watching that. Larisa
looked puzzled for a moment as the kiss ended, but didn't
pull away.
She bent her head forward slightly and kissed Anna back,
only this time the kiss was longer and much, much hotter.
I watched as the two girls hips bumped into one another,
the kiss continuing into a more passionate embrace now as
they wrapped their arms around one another tightly. Not
wanting to be outdone, Kristen's hands moved from
Larisa's ass to the front of Anna's skirt, where she
traced her fingers over Anna's pubic mound through the
miniskirt material.
Larisa paused from the kiss and looked back at Kristen,
then at Anna. Stepping to the side of them, she allowed
the two girls to begin their own kiss, which was a scene
that I'm sure would have many a science fiction geek
drooling at the prospect of watching. Kristen bent her
head slightly as Anna's tongue moved into her mouth,
allowing for a more proper and intended kiss that was far
from innocent.
Larisa watched the two girls embrace and, without a
moment's hesitation, stepped between them and proceeded
to lift off her shirt, revealing a nice set of b-cup
breasts clad in their bra. Larisa looked around a little
uneasily not at the rest of the room, but at the two
girls, who had stopped to watch her. I think they were
all oblivious at that point as to us being there watching
them - they were too engrossed with one another.
Smiling at the two of them, Larisa reached behind her
back and unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to fall
free under the hot light of the lamps overhead. Her
nipples were a soft, innocent pink color and were medium
sized in comparison to the rest of her breasts. Her upper
body was supple hourglass shape, her only item of
clothing now just the tight jean shorts she wore.
Larisa moved back to the two girls, who had lost interest
in each other and quickly began fondling the breasts of
young Larisa. Kristen lowered her mouth to Larisa's
breast and began suckling it as she unzipped her own
jeans, pulling them down her legs to leave her in nothing
but a pair of skimpy black panties. I could see the small
mass of pubic hair pushing against the material of her
underwear and couldn't wait to see if they would
disappear from her body as well.
Anna meanwhile was busy rubbing Larisa's breast with one
hand while she slid her hand up under her skirt to play
with herself with the other. The three girls moved in
unison as they sat down on the floor, free from having to
stand up to gain access to one another. Larisa leaned
back against the wall as Kristen moved in over her,
locking her lips onto Larisa's own.
Kristen held her lips over Larisa's bottom lip, sucking
on it gently before letting it slide out of her mouth.
Anna removed her hand from between her legs and began to
unbutton her own shirt, sliding it off her shoulders onto
the floor and pulling her bra straps down so that the
support of the garment came free of her C cup breasts and
wrapped itself down by her stomach.
Kristen's clothes were the last to go out of this hot
threesome, as Larisa and Anna helped her remove her shirt
and panties, leaving her exotic body nude on the floor of
my living room. Kristen scooted on her knees over between
Anna's legs and pulled her skirt up to her waist,
bunching up the material so that she could get at the hot
pussy underneath. Larisa meanwhile, moved to behind
Kristen and, licking two of her fingers, plunged them
into Kristen with a youthful enthusiasm. Kristen's back
arched, but she was now too occupied with eating out
Anna, whose legs were spread around her head on the
floor.
Kristen's mouth suckled on Anna's slightly hair pussy
lips, taking her aroused clit gently between her teeth
and tongue and biting down just softly enough to cause
Anna to moan in pleasure. Releasing the clit, Kristen
lapped her tongue around Anna's outer lips, tasting her
sweet juices that had slowly began to trickle out from
her sex.
The room was filled with a squishing sound as Larisa
plunged her fingers in and out of Kristen's cunt, the
sopping wet noise only drowned out by the occasional moan
from one of the girls. Larisa was rubbing her own pussy
just about as fast as she was fucking Kristen's and I
watched with excitement as Larisa's face scrunched up
slightly and she orgasmed onto her own hand.
Anna played with Kristen's hair as the girl ate her out,
Kristen's aroused nipples brushing the floor as she moved
her body in a steady rhythm to the fucking Larisa was
giving her and her head bobbing between Anna's legs.
Anna's hand was pinching her own nipples now, squeezing
the slightly darker pink tips of her beautiful breasts.
Kristen noisily licked at Anna's pussy, causing the girl
to orgasm after just a few hot moves by her tongue.
Larisa had lowered her mouth onto Kristen's cunt and
continued working a finger in and out, probing and
enjoying the heavenly taste of another young woman.
"Ohhh Godddd!!! Don't stop!" cried Kristen in response to
Larisa's actions. It was quite clear to me and the
handful of other guys who had moved near me to watch this
scene that Larisa had no intentions of stopping.
Straightening herself up, Anna unzipped her skirt and
bent down by Kristen's face to kiss her, licking her own
juices off the cheeks of the half Dutch, half Chinese
beauty. They exchanged the kiss for a minute or before
Anna broke it and stood up. Kristen, with much
reluctance, moved herself away from Larisa as the three
girls repositioned themselves.
Larisa moved to the center of the floor and laid down
flat on her back as Anna and Kristen climbed over her and
positioned themselves in near perfect positions. Anna
kneeled on her knees, her wet snatch just over Larisa's
mouth, while Kristen extended her body in a 69 position
to give herself access to Larisa's sweet, almost hairless
pussy.
Kristen too was on her knees with her ass in the air,
which created an unforgettable scene: Larisa laying prone
on her back, her mouth busily licking away at Anna's
sweet box. Anna herself burying her face inside of
Kristen's elevated cunt, while Kristen focused her mouth
solely on licking at Larisa's hot box. It was an
incredible sight to see, a sort of triangle of teenage
lust taking place in front of a very excited and cheering
mass of men.
Some of the guys had taken their cocks out and were
stroking them away from tangled girls on the floor, while
others simply just stood and watched, too embarrassed I
suppose to expose themselves in public like that.
Personally, I fought the urge to jerk myself off
fiercely, rather enjoying watching three clients find
lust with one another than trying to please myself.
The girls stayed in the afore mentioned position for a
few minutes, grinding and moving with one another as they
all sought mutual orgasms. Larisa, who was on the
benefiting end of things by far, was the first to cum:
her body seemed to twitch off the floor as she bounced
her ass cheeks off the floor in an excited sort of
squeal. We could all see her tongue buried deep inside of
Anna, a trickle of womanly juice running down the sides
of her mouth. Larisa came with a violent thrust off the
ground and I thought for a moment that they would all
topple over. However, they managed to stay as they were
and keep at one another.
Having cum already for the second time in less than 30
minutes, Larisa seemed to be losing some steam in her
pace, which became more gentle now as she sucked and
teased Anna's cunt with her hand and mouth. It was still
enough however, for Anna to get herself off, a loud grunt
coming from her pussy covered mouth as she came onto
Larisa's waiting mouth, some of her juices trickling down
Larisa's chest to her pert teenage tits and stomach.
Anna scooted up further along Larisa's body, resting part
of her ass on Larisa's chest, crushing her tits beneath
her full, round ass so that she could turn her attention
to Kristen. Larisa wiped off some of Anna's juices with
her finger and used it to move her thumb and forefinger
first into Anna's soaked pussy, then wiggling a finger
into her asshole. Anna moaned again but still seemed
steadfast at making Kristen cum.
Throughout all of this, I had only seen one noticeable
orgasm by Kristen, which led me to believe that this hot
new starlet for the firm had at least some experience in
getting her pussy eaten out. Her body glistened in the
light of the room, sweat covering it as she finally
lifted her panting mouth from between Larisa's legs and
simply enjoyed the sensations of feeling Anna's soft
cheeks and lips nestled on top of her twat.
Her hips began to move around in a small circle as Anna
dug her fingers into Kristen's smooth, firm ass, her
mouth not missing a beat on the other young woman. Anna
pulled her head back slightly and grinned at all of us in
the room, making eye contact with me (which was the first
acknowledgement that they all knew we were there) and
holding my gaze as I watched her pink tongue touch and
brush inside of Kristen's darker pink love tunnel.
Shaking her head back and forth, Anna pushed her mouth
completely on top of Kristen's cunt and held it there.
Though I couldn't see what magical technique Anna had
saved for the end with her tongue, the effect of it
became obvious: crying out so loudly that anyone in the
house would have heard, Kristen's cunt exploded in
orgasm, her juices literally dripping out of her snatch
and onto Larisa's stomach as Kristen finally collapsed in
exhaustion on top of the two girls, her chest heaving as
her breasts were crushed against the floor.
The three girls finally stopped their extremely erotic
show as they lay in a panting, sticky, sweaty heap on the
floor. A couple of guys had blown their loads on the
floor (I wasn't too worried...I'm sure the maid coming
tomorrow would clean it all up), but had managed to zip
up and we all stood up to give the three young actresses
a standing ovation, some whistles and cheers thrown in
for what was undoubtedly one of the hottest things I had
ever seen.
The clapping seemed to rouse Kristen from her exhausted
state as she looked up at the room smiling, her eyes in
sort of a daze. I don't think she knew everyone had been
watching, but judging by the big grin on her face, she
didn't seem to care. The girls untangled themselves and
sorted out the various articles of clothing that had been
strewn everywhere, giggling and whispering to one another
as they did so.
Still naked, they wrapped themselves in a tight hug and
shared a hot three way kiss, tongues writhing and licking
each other's mouth, which only brought out MORE cheers
from the guys and myself. Breaking the kiss finally, they
held hands and, like a theatrical performance, all took a
bow together, their nude and lithe teenage bodies a
beautiful site to behold as they all glowed from their
orgasms.
*
The crowd dispersed and I stood up and stretched, looking
around to see where most of the other people had gone to.
I saw that many had moved around to various parts of the
first floor, leaning in doorways and talking, or sitting
in chairs and drinking with one another. I was about to
get up and fetch a drink for myself when I was tapped on
the shoulder.
Turning around to look, I was greeted to the lovely site
of Rachel Weisz leaning against the back of the couch.
She wore a knee length floral dress and a white cotton
blouse, which made her rich black hair even more
pronounced than it was already on this beautiful
creature.
"Hello Dean. Lovely home you have here," she said to me
in that sultry British accent that I had always loved
about women from across the pond.
"Thank you. It actually was my father's but I try to keep
it in good and tasteful order," I replied, standing up.
Rachel was leaning against the couch, her narrow hips
pressing against the soft tan leather of the seat as she
cradled one elbow with her hand while the other held a
drink.
"Yes, I think I remember you telling me about that. You
got it all when he died, correct?" she asked.
"Right you are. I'm glad you could come by tonight
Rachel, it's been a while since I've seen you. How are
things?" I asked.
"Good, good. So is it true, are you really leaving your
company?" Rachel asked. That seemed to be the question of
the night, and I had no particular answer yet.
"Not sure. I'm going to see how I feel by the party's end
I think," I said with a grin.
"Ah, yes. Oh! That reminds me! I have a gift for you. If
you are leaving Hollywood, consider it a parting gift. If
not, well it can be what you American's call a
housewarming gift," Rachel said.
"I love any kind of gifts. Where is it?" I asked.
"Well, follow me love and I'll show you," Rachel said,
turning away and heading towards the stairs that led to
the row of rooms in the house. I heeded her directions
and followed - if her "gift" was what I was hoping it
was, it would be coming at a much needed time, especially
considering the wonderful floor show I had just seen.
I followed her upstairs as Rachel headed down the left
hallway, towards my bedroom. How she knew which one was
mine, I'll never know. I was a step or so behind her, but
as I got to the door after her passing through the
doorway, she suddenly turned and shut the door in my face
rudely.
"Hey, that wasn't very nice!" I said to her in light
heartedly pissed off voice.
"Patience Dean love. I need a minute to prepare your
gift," she said through the door. I heard some rustling
in the room and tried the door handle, but she had locked
me out of my own bedroom! A couple passed me as they
headed down the stairs, giving me a quizzical look. I
ignored them and continued to try the door knob. There
was silence in the room for a minute or so, then I heard
the soft click of the door being unlocked and pulled open
slightly.
Pushing in on the middle of the door, it slowly creaked
open. The room was dark except for a candle on the
bedside table and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw
Rachel laying seductively on the bed, the rumpled sheets
balled up around her nude body. The pose she was in was
the classical painters nude portrait position, and given
the small amount of light in the room, Rachel looked
picturesque as she laid there. Stepping into the room
fully and closing the door behind me, I saw that Rachel
held something in her hand: a very large rubber dildo.
I was anxious to get down to business, and as I started
taking off my clothes, Rachel sat up and put her hand out
in a gesture to stop me.
"No. Stay dressed. That's not what I had planned for
you," Rachel said. I was a little disappointed as I
wrapped my belt around my waist again and I guess the
disappointment showed.
"Don't get me wrong Dean, I'm very flattered and
truthfully, if I wasn't married then I wouldn't hesitate
to take you up on the offer," Rachel said. "But I am
married and I don't want to break those vows,"
"Then why are you laying naked in my bedroom with soft
lighting and a sex toy in your hand?" I asked a little
incredulously.
"Just because I won't have sex doesn't mean we can't have
a little bit of fun," Rachel said with a grin. "Now, come
sit over by me on the bed, won't you love?"
I sat next to her on the bed as she asked, unable to
resist the urge to brush her silky thigh with my hand. I
started to drop my hand lower but Rachel pushed it away.
"The gift I got you Dean was actually a gift for me
personally. I picked it up at my favorite adult store
before coming here tonight and was going to use it to
occupy myself tonight, since my husband is far away,"
Rachel said. "But when I saw those three girls buggering
each other, and especially the way you seemed to enjoy
watching it, I thought that you might be interested in
this too," Rachel said.
"So then you want me to watch you get yourself off, is
that it?" I asked. I didn't mind it by any means - Rachel
was an exquisitely beautiful woman, but her leading me up
here under somewhat false pretenses was a little
disappointing.
"You can watch. Or...you can try it out for yourself if
you want. I'm sure that, given your reputation at being
skilled in handling large objects like this thing here,"
she said, waving the dildo slightly by her face. "You can
probably get me off without too much trouble, no?"
I grinned. "I'm sure that getting you off will be no
trouble,"
"Then what are you waiting for?" Rachel replied with a
smirk. I took the large sex toy from her - it was a deep
blue color, the head about half the size of my fist, and
the shaft nearly that thick. It was indeed long, probably
close to 12 inches in length. I held it at it's base and
scooted up so that I could lay near her belly, tracing
the toy over her tummy.
I moved it very slowly over the fine downy hair of her
lower mid-section, tickling her a bit as my hand moved
the dildo down the natural curves of her thighs. I
brushed the head against Rachel's slit, causing her to
shudder slightly in anticipation as I worked it over her
small mass of dark, rich pubic hair. I couldn't resist
the urge to get my other hand involved, so I slid a
finger to her wet and waiting opening, dipping the tip of
my finger inside of her hole as I moved the toy further
up her body to touch upon her aroused nipples.
Her nipples were a beautiful shade of red, seeming to
glow on her elegant nude frame as they jutted from her
breasts. Rachel watched my every move but stayed an
observer, letting me do the work. I pushed my finger
further into her and Rachel clamped her legs down around
my hand. Working my finger deeper inside of her, I slowly
finger fucked her - not a full on attempt to get her off
but certainly one to get her nice and wet for the coming
invasion by this massive sex toy.
Pulling my hand out of her cunt, I held the tip of my
finger up by Rachel's mouth. Her cute pink tongue snaked
out of her mouth slowly, licking her own juices from my
finger before sucking it all the way into her hot and
inviting mouth. Rachel sucked on it delicately, making
sure to get all the juice off before I removed it from
her mouth and traced a line down her chest. My hand
slowly touched along her ample cleavage, down past her
ribs and stomach back to her cunt, where I used the palm
of my hand to rub her sex.
My two hands were acting as if separate entities, the
other one that still gripped the toy resting on her leg,
moving slightly as I rubbed the rubbery material over her
thigh and nether regions. My palm pushed harder against
her pussy, Rachel's lips allowing a sigh to escape as she
lost herself in the moment of ecstasy. She hadn't cum
yet, but it was quite clear that she was close.
Sliding the toy back down by her pussy lips, I moved my
fingers to her entrance and held it open with two
fingers, exposing the delicious looking pink inside. Oh
how I wanted to just bury my face in there and taste her
juices for myself. But the thrill of this "no sex" game
was even more exciting and I resisted the instinct to
place my tongue on her wet box.
Her slit now open and juiced, ready for me to enter her
with the toy, I glanced up at Rachel to get her approval
as the rubbery head beckoned at her cunt lips. Rachel
just nodded at me, her eyes closed in a half squint as
she enjoyed herself in the glow of the room. I pushed the
head in past her pussy lips so that it burrowed itself
deeper inside with every passing second. Rachel adjusted
herself to make room for the entrance by my skillfully
guided hand, her legs parting wider on the bed.
The head disappeared inside of her now, with more of the
long shaft working itself in as I slowly but forcefully
guided it inside of her. As inch by inch went inside,
Rachel's chest heaving seemed to grow in strength, her
breasts rocking slowly up and down on the upper part of
her body. I had about half the dildo inside of her now,
but given that I hadn't reached anything that indicated a
point where she could take no more, I continued on.
The latter half of this massive, foot long toy seemed to
enter her even easier, guided by my hand as her body
accommodated the deeper pushing inside. As I reached the
ten inch mark, I finally bottomed it out inside of her,
the hard rubber pressing against Rachel's inner most
region: her cervix. Stopping for a moment, I moved my
hand up to her breast and caressed it with the back of my
hand, feeling her nipple hardening even more at my touch.
Our eyes locked as I began to withdraw the toy slowly
from her. I pulled it out for a few inches but then began
to push it back into her, eliciting a guttural moan from
Rachel's mouth. Now that I had reached her maximum point
of entry, I was more free to get started on what it was
clear that she wanted: a good fucking with the 12 inch
beast I held in my hand.
I pulled half of the toy from Rachel's cunt, watching as
her inner lips seemed to grasp onto it, not wanting to
let go. But the release of it was only momentary, as I
quickly pushed the dildo back into Rachel, causing her to
gasp at the sudden move. I grinned but continued on,
working up a good pace over a few minutes time of rubbing
the toy's shaft against her clit, before thrusting it
back inside of her. The sight was quite an experience to
watch: in the dim light of the room, the dark blue cock
looked almost black (an engaging idea there for sure -
Rachel Weisz fucked by a big black cock) as it entered in
and out of her, a stranger invading her inner most
secrets.
Rachel had given up in trying to watch me, and now lay
back on the bed lost in her own pleasure world as I
fucked her with the toy, my hand and wrist getting soaked
in her luscious honey. Her hips rising up off the bed to
meet the thrusts of the rubber dong, Rachel's legs slid
up and down on the bed, rumpling the sheets even further
as I worked with precision on getting her off.
It didn't take much longer - I had thought to myself that
Rachel was a woman with complete control of her orgasm -
before I felt Rachel's body start to quiver against the
dildo inside of her, the friction and tightness as I
moved my hand along the shaft and into her with a slight
twisting motion causing her pussy lips to clamp down
almost bear-trap tight around what I was doing. Rachel
began to cry out, softly at first but quickly increasing
to almost a yell as her orgasm approached.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! DO IT! COME ON DEAN, MAKE ME CUM!
ARRGGGHHHH, HERE IT COMES!" Rachel screamed as her body
practically convulsed as she reached her climax. She was
bouncing on the bed now, up and down as I tried to keep
the toy in her and going as fast as she wanted while she
rode out the wave of her orgasm. Her hands had gripped
tightly onto the sheets of the bed, pulling them to and
fro, her knuckles white from the sheer force of her
trembling orgasm.
Rachel's panting and moaning slowly began to subside, her
bouncing finally coming to a halt as she relaxed on the
bed, her breasts heaving as they moved on her chest, the
nipples coated in a light sheen of sweat from her
thrashing on the bed. Her eyes still squinted close,
Rachel finally lifted her head up at me and said three
words with a delicious, irresistible smile.
"Do it again,"
I smiled in response, pulling the toy from her (it had
slipped from my hand and protruded obscenely from her
cunt) and setting it on the bed. If she wanted a good
orgasm, I thought to myself, I knew no better method than
my own tongue. As I moved between her legs, Rachel looked
a little hesitant; this wasn't in the rules of our little
game. But something in the lustful shimmering of her eyes
told me that rules were made to be broken and that she
didn't care what I used - she just wanted to cum again.
I positioned my mouth over her now sopping wet opening
and began licking away any excess juice that my tongue
could find. Rachel moved her legs up around my neck and
held me by the shoulders so that I couldn't get away
without making her cum again. My tongue traced over her
outer lips and into her deep hole, which had been left
gaping open slightly by the toy itself. This gave me easy
access into her, the tip of my tongue burrowing further
and further into her sex. Rachel's pussy tasted like the
sweetest candy: the just right mixture of salty sweat and
the intoxicating aroma of womanly pleasure that I had
grown to truly love over the years. I lapped hungrily at
her pussy, my cock now painfully hard in my pants but
staying INSIDE my pants in accordance with the rules.
The hotness of being denied access to her pussy with the
one that I truly wanted to put into it made my body race
with excitement and it was obvious that this was showing
in my actions on Rachel. Having cleaned her out of her
own juices, more flooded from her inner walls onto my
lips and mouth, Rachel's hips starting that familiar
twisting and bumping motion that I had evoked during her
last orgasm.
I took her clit in my mouth, sucking on it hard as my
tongue raced around inside of her, tickling her "g-spot"
and little love button as I ate her out. Rachel had begun
to moan again, although she was thankfully much quieter
this time, more of the sounds coming from her being soft
coos and groans than anything. I worked a finger inside
of her next to my tongue, using it to probe where my
tongue just wouldn't reach and to bring her juices
flooding back down from her channel into my mouth where I
drank like a dehydrated man.
Lifting Rachel's legs from my shoulders, I reached over
and grabbed the toy from where it lay in it's own puddle
of juices on the bed. Lowering it between her legs, I
stood up and positioned it in front of my khaki pants,
pushing it back into her. My tongue had reached it's
limit in so far as what it could do to get her off - it
was time to fuck her as much as I could without actually
penetrating her with my near ready to burst cock.
Pushing it into her deeply like I would my own shaft, the
rubber prick was thrust in and out like a real cock would
be, both of my hands gripping it's base firmly as it
became almost like a second cock, one with much more
flexibility. I leaned over Rachel and gazed into her eyes
as I fucked her with the toy. Though no words were
spoken, Rachel's gaze let me know that she wanted to have
sex but was pained that she had to rely on a mere toy to
do it. Still though, if that's what she wanted then I
would be damned before I would not fulfill her wishes!
I was working up quite a sweat now too, my mouth sticky
with Rachel's juices as I kneeled on the bed and guided
the prick in and out of her hands like I would my own
cock, gripping and thrusting and bottoming out deep
inside of her. Rachel began to thrash on the bed once
more, the exoticness of our situation bringing forth
another fast approaching orgasm.
This one arrived much quicker than the first, but seemed
to lack no less amount of force as I fucked her as hard
as I could, my hands a blur as the blue cock buried
itself inside of her, finally thrusting hard into her one
last time, managing to squeeze another inch or so in that
I hadn't been able to before. Rachel cried out and came
again, her legs clamping tightly around my hands as her
back arched from the bed. Her breasts were thrust into my
face and I licked the tip of one for a brief second
before Rachel collapsed onto the bed, her second and
probably most intense orgasm subsiding.
I pulled the cock from her slowly and pressed it between
her tits, rubbing the juices off onto her naked flesh.
Rachel smiled weakly and took it from my hand before
putting the massive head in her mouth and licking it off
clean. She sucked it as much as she could before letting
it slip from her hand and rest once more on the bed.
I stood up and straightened myself out as Rachel composed
herself, sitting up and pulling the sheets to her body.
"See, sex isn't always what you imagine, is it?" Rachel
asked, her soft brown hair a strewn mess in front of her
forehead.
"You're right. Sometimes the exoticness of a situation is
better than actually acting on it," I replied.
"I do hope you stay in Los Angeles Dean. We need to do
this again sometime...although maybe next time with the
real thing," Rachel said, climbing off from the bed and
starting to get dressed. I took that as my cue to exit.
"Sounds like an offer I can't refuse," I said to her.
"I'm heading back out to the party. Don't forget your
toy...the next girl who comes in here with me might get
the wrong impression,"
"I won't. Enjoy your party Dean, but I must be going.
Early morning flight and all that. Don't be a stranger,"
Rachel said, kissing me on the cheek as she watched me
step out of the room, the last sight a wonderful image of
her wrapped partially in the bed sheets of my bed,
wearing just a skirt and a pair of shoes before she
resumed getting dressed.
I pulled the door closed quietly behind me and glanced
down the hall: thankfully, no one had seemed to hear us.
I could tell from the noises downstairs though that the
party was still going in full swing, heads moving around
and chatting as I looked over the balcony of the second
floor to see the world's most beautiful people below.
I was going to head back down and join the party when I
heard a noise from far down the hall. It sounded like a
loud thump, as if someone had hit the floor or, at the
very least, was re-arranging furniture. My curiosity got
the better of me and I walked down that way to
investigate.
The door of the far bedroom was open a crack and I peeked
in to see what the noise was. Opening the door wider, I
saw quite a sight. Courtney Cox and her husband David
Arquette were hunched over the side of the bed, fucking
doggy style as David's ass rose and fell, his cock
plunging into Courtney's ass. They were both completely
naked and would have been completely oblivious of my
presence had the door not slipped from my hand and opened
wider with a squeak.
They both froze as they looked at me, Courtney's
beautiful breasts hanging away from her slender body. I
spotted some teeth marks on them and only guessed that
they liked their sex rough.
"Woah, sorry, I'll knock next time," I said, turning to
leave. I heard them rustling behind me as I turned away
and walked out of the room, but as I went to walk away I
felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned back around to see
Courtney standing there in the doorway, her dark hair
framing her face. Her cheeks were red and her body
glistened with sweat.
It was clear from the moisture down by her neatly trimmed
cunt that David had already plundered that hole tonight,
probably while I was in the room with Rachel, and
Courtney's lips protruded slightly from her body. She
made no move to cover herself and I could feel the heat
radiating off of her chest against me as I stood there,
slightly embarrassed by this awkward situation.
"Sorry Dean, we'll get dressed and go. I know we
shouldn't have been doing this in your house. I'm sorry,"
Courtney said apologetically to me. Her eyes were a deep
blue shade, soft in the light of the hallway.
"Hey, it's ok. Everyone gets the urge sometimes, I know.
Why, just a minute ago I was...never mind. Any ways, it's
not a big deal," I said to her, absent mindedly putting
my hand on her shoulder like a father would to his
daughter. Courtney glanced down at my hand and then
lifted her head up in a sexy smile that I knew made
millions of men not miss "Must See TV".
"You sure you don't mind?" she asked once again.
"Courtney, it's fine. Go finish up, I don't mind," I
said, realizing the awkwardness of my hand being on her
shoulder and removing it suddenly, thrusting it into my
pocket.
"Well, if you don't mind then alright. Would you care to
join us?" she asked, slipping her naked arm around my
back and shoulder. Now it was my turn to watch what she
was doing with a slight surprise.
"I really shouldn't, what with the party and all..." I
said, trailing off. The excuse was weak and she knew it.
"Come on. I've always wanted to get you in the sack
anyways," Courtney said, pulling me inside before closing
the door tightly (and locking it I might add) behind us.
David Arquette didn't look the slightest bit surprised to
see me standing there while his wife worked on removing
my clothes. In fact, he seemed eerily comfortable with
it, sipping from a beer as he laid nude on the bed.
"Hey Dean, what's up?" he said, setting his beer back on
the bedside table. The absurdity of the situation would
have made me laugh, if I wasn't momentarily distracted as
Courtney slipped off my pants and boxers onto the floor,
stroking my cock as she moved her hand up my chest to
remove my shirt.
A moment later I was as naked as they were and Courtney
led me over to the bed. She sat me down before dropping
her knees to the floor, her body once again pressed
against the bed as I had seen her when I first walked in,
her ass an inviting temptation for David. Taking my cock
in her hand, she started to work it up and down before
turning to David and saying "As you were," with a smile.
David moved back behind her and, his cock still hard,
slipped back into her ass. Courtney winced in pain
slightly as David buried himself into her, but she took
her mind off of it by suddenly pressing her lips onto my
cock and engulfing it all down in one gasp. I reclined on
the bed as Courtney went to work, this being my third
blowjob of the day. But after the scene with Rachel not
even 30 minutes ago, I knew that the orgasm from this one
would be coming (no pun intended) very quickly.
Resuming his same angling from before, David's hips
thrust up and down as he pumped into Courtney's lithe
body, her body rocking with each entrance into her tight
anus. Courtney didn't seemed concerned with that though,
she was much more occupied with sucking on my prick,
which was still painfully hard from my encounter with
Rachel. Courtney's head bobbed up and down as she rolled
her tongue over the top of the shaft and down in a
straight line along the length of my cock. I was
surprised to see someone like her so adapt at giving
blowjobs, but considering that she had spent many of her
non-famous years in the depths of b-movies, she probably
had to give head to many an executive to move up in the
world.
As Courtney licked and sucked on my hard rod, David
leaned against her back and whispered something in her
ear. Even with a mouthful of cock, whatever he had said
made Courtney smile and nod her head yes, her eyes
looking up at me and my firm, toned stomach. She let the
head slip from her mouth, her body rocking still from
David's now much harder fucking of her ass.
"Have you ever done DP before?" Courtney asked.
I looked at her puzzled for a second. "DP?" And then it
hit me what she was talking about. "Double Penetration?"
"Uh-huh. David suggested that since I seem to like the
taste of your cock so much, I'd love to have it inside me
while he's fucking me too," Courtney said. I couldn't
believe the words that were coming out of this primetime
sitcom stars mouth, but the sheer mental image alone of
seeing Courtney Cox impaled on two pricks almost made me
cum right there.
"Nope, but I'd be more than willing to give it a shot," I
said.
Courtney pushed back from the bed and stood up, David's
cock falling out of her ass with a loud *plop* sound as
she moved onto the bed, crawling onto her hands and knees
next to me.
"Ok, we haven't done this very often but if we can get it
right, I think we will all enjoy it," David said. "Dean,
scoot underneath her and wait till she lowers herself
down onto your dick. Once you're inside, I'll enter her
from behind,"
I nodded and followed his instructions, moving beneath
Courtney's breasts as she watched me. Her hair hung in a
long bang covering her eyes and the makeup she had worn
to the party was slightly smeared from the sweat of her
and David's lovemaking. She looked like a pure and
unabashed slut as I moved under her and aimed my cock at
her waiting hole.
Courtney expertly lowered just her hips towards it and
watched from between her breasts as I slid into her with
ease, her pussy wet and tight and oh so warm. I buried
myself in her without any hesitation this time, and
Courtney's pubic bone finally came to rest on top of my
groin as the matted hair between her legs nestled softly
against my balls and embedded cock. Her ass was still
slightly elevated and David very carefully moved to a
sort of squatting position, working his head into her
freshly stretched asshole.
Courtney bit down on her lip as David entered her again,
obviously still not very comfortable with anal sex. It
made me wonder why she would want to get herself into a
position where both of her lower holes would be
stretched, but then again I wasn't complaining that she
did. Adjusting her ass to David's girth, his cock soon
was as deep as possible inside of her, and I could feel
the bottom of his balls resting against my own.
Courtney re-positioned herself now that she had two cocks
buried in her and began a slow, circular motion as she
grinded her hips on top of me. I had to do little in
terms of thrusting inside of her, as her toned ass seemed
to be doing most of the work. David began to work himself
in and out of her tight anal opening, pulling only an
inch or so in and out of Courtney while she rested
herself on top of me.
I tried to keep pace with them now, lifting my hips from
the bed so that I could stick my prick deeper in
Courtney's hole. Her pussy had stretched easily to meet
the long and thick length of my meat, and she was an
expert at holding a cock deep in her love channel,
keeping both of our dicks inside of her as I began to
pick up a good thrust in and out of her hot cunt.
Tilting her head back in a moan, Courtney rocked on us as
we went to work fucking her. It was a little difficulty
staying inside of her as she started to do this, as her
body began to squirm and writhe around a bit as she was
impaled on the cocks, David now like a blur as he moved
in and out of her ass. I simply held on tight, burying
myself as deep into her as possible, whenever possible.
Courtney's breasts swayed in front of me, her magnificent
nipples beautiful as they rocked on her thin body.
Bending her head down now, Courtney was breathing hard as
she closed her eyes tightly, her hair falling across her
face seductively.
"Oh God, I'm cumming!" Courtney panted, her body tensing
up before releasing a tremor of orgasmic tension from
between her legs, giving my cock better lubrication as it
worked inside of her. Despite having just cum, and the
fact that she had two dicks in her at once (something I
would think would tire any girl out), Courtney continued
to bump and grind against us as she had done just a few
minutes before, not missing one beat.
David was becoming more careful with his thrusts now,
pulling himself almost all the way out, just leaving the
very tip of his cockhead inside of her, before plunging
it back into her gaping ass. When he would enter her, it
would be with a great amount of force and would push
Courtney's pussy tight against my prick, so that the head
brushed against her cervix. Her deepest inner wall was
soft and inviting as I pressed up against it, sending a
wave of pleasure all the way down my shaft.
I'd like to say that I lasted a long time with this added
sensation being applied, but given that I had been
extremely turned on from my encounter with Rachel Weisz
and that David's rocking was applying more of that
wonderful sensation on me through the channeled heat of
Courtney's pussy, I wasn't too surprised as I felt my
load start to arrive.
"Courtney," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum. Should I pull out?"
"No, just fill me up Dean. Fuck me hard and give me all
that you've got. I'm going to cum too, ohhhh cum with me
Dean, come on. Ohhhhh, here I go!!! YESSSS!!" Courtney
cried. I felt my cum gush from my cock and into
Courtney's wet and waiting pussy, milking it down as I
fucked her as hard as I could. Her own orgasm occurred
half-way through mine about, so the rush of my own cum
mingling in with her own juices as I shot was
indescribable. My orgasm subsided after a few seconds and
Courtney finally slowed down her pace, though David was
hell bent on getting himself off inside of her ass.
I laid there, my cock still semi-hard as Courtney
reclined on my chest, her body moving just enough so that
my still buried dick would get a bit of stimulation from
her cum soaked pussy. Courtney, having cum twice, was now
focused on getting David off as well. She reached her
hand down to play with her clit, rubbing it softly
against her palm, the tips of her fingers brushing my
balls as David sawed himself in and out.
"Oh yeah David baby, that's it. Cum in my ass. Do it for
me Davey, come on, I want to feel it," Courtney cooed,
egging him on as he grunted loudly once and erupted his
own flood of cum deep into Courtney's asshole. He bucked
hard into her as he thrust, pulling his cock out of her
finally as he was spent. I was surprised to see that he
was more than amply equipped, a decent 7 and a half
inches probably. It made me wonder how Courtney was able
to take such large pricks inside of her at once.
My cock had grown a little limp now so I let it slide out
as Courtney rolled off of my chest and onto David, who
had laid down on the bed next to her. We all laid there,
Courtney's arms across each of our chests, a look of
bliss on her eyes as she laid there with them closed.
"You're lucky Dean," David said finally. "Courtney never
lets anyone but me cum inside of her."
"That's not true Dean. David just doesn't KNOW about all
the guys I fuck when he's not around," Courtney said
playful. David pinched her thigh in a joking manner,
causing Courtney to yelp in pain for a moment before
rolling over and kissing him.
"I'll take that as my cue to go," I said to them as I
climbed off the bed.
"Oh come on, you don't want to go another round?"
Courtney asked. She had scooted up onto her elbows, her
soft face in the palms of her hands as her hair hung in
that "just fucked" look that I always found incredibly
appealing. David played with her ass, wiping away some of
my cum from her pussy and smearing it on her ass.
"I'd love to, but this IS my party and I've been gone for
quite a while now," I said to them as I got dressed and
put on my shoes. "Ya'll are more than welcome to spend
the night if you want, or stay as long as you wish. Just
lock the door in case you don't want people like me
stumbling in again," I said, leaving.
"But that would take out all the fun!" Courtney called as
I shut the door behind me.
I walked downstairs, straightening my shirt lest someone
give me a suspicious look. The party was still going on -
I saw a group of comedians standing around and sharing
jokes with one another, I saw a handful of action stars
playing poker on my kitchen table and I saw some of the
newer, b-movie actresses raiding my fridge for food.
Everyone smiled or nodded or waved in the polite way that
people from Los Angeles have of saying hello, and I
continued to make my rounds through the house.
Passing the backdoor, it dawned on me that I hadn't been
outside to the pool or hot tub to see if anyone was there
that I missed saying hello to when I arrived. Opening the
door, I stepped outside and turned on the porch light,
the crickets and frogs chirping and making noise off in
the woods by the side of the house. Glancing over the
deck, I saw that the pool was empty, which was surprising
given that at almost every Hollywood party I had been to,
whenever there was a pool SOMEONE was always in it.
I was just about to go inside when I heard laughter
coming from the far side of the pool, where the Jacuzzi
was located. Walking down the deck stairs, I followed the
noise and as I drew closer to the Jacuzzi I could
distinctly make out two female figures splashing and
talking in the whirling jets of the Jacuzzi.
"Hello ladies," I said to them as I stood by the small
step leading into the oversized wooden paneling that
served as a bar sort of area for the Jacuzzi itself.
It was Drew Barrymore and French actress Virginie Ledoyen
who were making the noise, splashing in the water. They
stopped as they saw me approach. Virginie whispered
something in Drew's ear and they giggled as I walked up
to them. The steam from the hot tub was rising around
them like a fine mist, and even in the rapidly moving
bubbles, I could see that neither girl appeared to be
wearing much of anything underneath the jets of water.
"Hi Dean," Drew said, putting her arm around Virginie. "I
just LOVE your house, I can't believe you never invited
me over before,"
"I would have but you know how busy I am sometimes," I
said. "But now you are here and obviously enjoying the
amenities,"
"Most definitely. Now Dean, Virginie and I were having a
pretty serious debate before you walked up. But since you
are here and can offer a different perspective, maybe you
can offer us an opinion," Drew said.
"I can try. Anything for two lovely ladies such as
yourselves," I replied with a smile.
"Ok. Go ahead and ask him Virginie," Drew said, turning
to her. Virginie's face blushed tremendously and she
splashed Drew a little, obviously embarrassed. As her
hand moved, I caught a glimpse of her breast and the very
tiny pink nipples that protruded from the middle of her
large A or small B sized breasts.
"I can't ask him that! I'm too embarrassed!" Virginie
said, each word accented by her lovely French voice. She
knew English enough to hold a conversation, without a
doubt, but the slight trace of her accent was incredibly
sexy, especially coming from such a beautiful woman as
her.
"Sure you can. Come on, it's not THAT big of a deal,"
Drew replied, splashing Virginie back. "I mean, judging
from the amount of skin you show in your movies I hardly
think you are a person who should be shy,"
"This is true, but...I don't know, just ask him
yourself!" Virginie blurted. Drew did a mock exasperated
sigh, which turned into a slight smile as her cheeks
dimpled in that innocent-but-sexy grin of hers.
"Virginie wants to know which one a guy would prefer:
shaved or not shaved," Drew said, languidly playing in
the suds with her hand.
I wasn't expecting a question like that, so I simply
replied. "It's hard to say. I guess it depends on the guy
and more importantly on the girl,"
They both seemed to ponder this for a moment.
"Would you like to see a, how do you say...example?"
Virginie asked, her face still blushing but her voice
growing more decisive as she spoke.
I could feel my cock stirring slightly in my pants.
"Sure, if you would like to provide me with one," I said.
The two girls glanced at each other again for a moment,
probably trying to decide what to do next. Then, very
slowly, Virginie began to raise her hips out of the
water. As the water fell off of them and cascaded down
her legs, I saw that she was completely hairless on her
mound, shaved to neat perfection without the slightest
hint of stubble or roughness on her bald twat. The water
running over it gave it a look of a smooth landscape,
especially in addition to the smooth curves of the rest
of her body.
Virginie held her hips raised like that for a moment as
she watched me. I stepped in closer to take a better look
and as I did, Drew raised up her own hips. She was of the
non-shaved kind, although her bush was still very neat
and trimmed. It gave the area between her legs a sort of
exotic look, especially with the butterfly tattoo below
her navel and the bouquet of flowers just above her pussy
on her left hip. The water matted down the hair between
her legs but I could still clearly see the opening to her
hole, which looked just as inviting as Virginie's.
I spent a few moments looking at each girl, rubbing a
finger over their outer lips lightly as I "inspected"
them. The two of them laughed with one another and shot
each other silly looks as I did this, obviously having a
good time with the whole thing, although I could tell
from the gentle hardening of their nipples in the night
air that both of them were getting aroused, especially
Drew, whose C-cup breasts hung magnificently on her
chest.
"You could hurry up you know Dean," Drew said wryly as I
moved my hand away from her. "This isn't the most
comfortable position,"
"Alright, fine. You ladies can sit back down now if you
want," I said. They both splashed back into the tub on
command. "Well, I have to say it's a tie. I can't tell
which is better because quite frankly, both of them are
incredibly sexy and any guy I'm sure would love to be
between those lovely legs of yours,"
Virginie splashed me playfully. "So then, would you like
to, be between my legs?" Virginie asked, her phrases a
little broken between words given that her English still
wasn't the strongest.
"Hey, no fair! If she gets to fuck you, I should to!"
Drew said as she looked up at me, licking her lips a bit.
"Ladies, please. There is plenty of me and plenty of time
for everyone to get a fair judging, ok?" I said, starting
to remove my clothes. I slipped out of them and took off
my shoes, glancing around to make sure no one was
watching me as I stepped naked into the hot tub. My cock
was slightly hard already and had grown almost to it's
full length before sitting in the hot, steamy water of
the Jacuzzi.
Virginie scooted over to me and leaned her head against
my shoulder. Her hand moved underwater as I felt her take
my cock in her hand and stroke it, making sure to get me
nice and hard. She turned to face me and planted a kiss
on my mouth. I accepted it and within a moment was
kissing this hot French actress deeply, our tongues
wrestling in our mouths. Drew meanwhile had scooted over
to Virginie and was busy rubbing the other girls clit
under water while she played with her medium sized,
slightly pink nipples.
I broke the kiss with Virginie and pulled her onto my
lap. Turning around so that her ass was facing me, she
spread her legs slightly and, given the warm water around
us, I had no trouble penetrating into her opening. As my
cock passed into her slit, I felt her inner walls open up
as Virginie leaned back against me, her ass firmly
nestled against my crotch. Her cheeks were soft and
smooth underneath the water, but her pussy was even
better. Tight and firm, it felt like she hadn't had sex
in a long time, her walls opening up ever so slowly,
fighting and gripping my cock with every motion I made
inside of her making it all the more pleasurable.
Drew watched as I entered Virginie, rubbing her own
breasts with her fingers, teasing them as she laid in the
Jacuzzi and watched. Always the wild girl though, Drew
gave up on getting herself off and crawled over to
Virginie on her hands and knees, turning around so that
her firm, tight ass was well within Virginie's reach. It
was obvious what Drew wanted, but Virginie still seemed
hesitant. She slowly lowered her hand between Drew's legs
and cupped her cunt, rubbing her hand back and forth over
the mound as she rode me in a cowgirl style position, my
cock sliding in and out of her.
I watched this great scene unfurl before me, as Virginie,
who was encouraged by Drew's moaning voice and swaying
hips, grew braver and began to slip a finger inside of
Drew's hole as she continued to move her hand over the
blonde's pussy. The tip of her finger was invisible to
me, but Drew clearly felt it as she bucked her hips
downward slightly, trying to get more of Virginie's hand
into her hot cunt. I gripped Virginie's hips tightly and
bent her forward at the waist, so that she could be
closer to Drew's opening. She didn't need much more
incentive than that as she lowered her face to Drew's ass
cheeks and nuzzled her nose by Drew's tiny, pert asshole,
licking her tongue over it.
Drew shuddered in the water as Virginie's nimble tongue
slowly moved from Drew's ass to her hand, which was now
fucking Drew with just as much enthusiasm as I was
fucking Virginie! Her pink pussy lips open and just
begging to be sucked, Virginie tenderly placed her mouth
on Drew's opening, sliding her tongue over the slick,
water coated juices that dripped out. I don't know if
Virginie had ever had a lesbian experience before, but
she was quite obviously a natural. Her tongue buried
itself deeper inside of Drew's hot cunt, Drew turning
back to watch, closing her eyes every now and then in a
look of sheer bliss.
This hot scene, two very different actresses making love,
only encouraged me to bounce Virginie harder on my
thighs, her pussy rising and falling as her outer lips
gripped onto my cock and slid up and down, the friction
and heat of the tub making it feel like a wonderful
waterfall sliding over my manhood every time Virginie
came down on me with a splash. I felt the bulge of my
shaft brush against Virginie's clit, and I think that the
naughtiness of eating out Drew and my own steady pace of
fucking her triggered an intense orgasm inside Virginie,
causing her to cry out something in French loudly.
She lifted her head from between Drew's legs, though
continuing to work on her cunt with her hand, and sighed
for a moment, enjoying the pleasant afterglow of a great
cum. Her hair was dripping at the tips and her body was
awash in the small bubbles of the streaming jets,
creating an awe inspiring site as this young actress,
surely to be an up and coming star in the US, panted out
the last waves of pleasure in her tight, firm body.
Opening her eyes, Virginie leaned her head back and
kissed me again, renewed and ready to continue pleasing
Drew. But this time, rather than sticking her face back
between Drew's pink folds, she did something totally
unexpected. Reaching her arm underwater, she emerged it a
moment later, holding one of the moveable jets of the
Jacuzzi. Water gushed out of it in a long and steady
stream as Virginie sprayed her arm to feel the
temperature before slowly sliding it along Drew's back.
Drew arched on her knees as the warm water and bubbles
slid off of her pale skin and dripped below into the
Jacuzzi, little rivulets running down her tits and arms
as Drew gave herself away to her newly initiated lover.
Virginie looped circles and zigzags down Drew's back and
even sprayed her ass a little, letting the hot water turn
Drew's already flushed skin a darker shade of red. But
both she and I knew where she was leading it: to the
aroused and excited cunt between Drew's legs. Virginie
took her time as she did this, letting more water run
down between Drew's ass crack, before finally moving it
with a sudden jerk down so that the water sprayed
directly onto Drew's open and aroused cunt.
The effect was electric. Drew hadn't been expecting this
from Virginie and literally SCREAMED in ecstasy as the
water sprayed into her deepest channel. It was an instant
orgasm for Drew, her legs buckling as she dropped down
into the water some more, though Virginie followed Drew's
body motion expertly, grinning as she let the stream of
water tease and pleasure Drew's clit. Drew looked
exhausted, but as Virginie continued to work the moveable
jet closer to Drew's cunt, thereby increasing the
pressure that was being forced onto it, Drew resumed her
position on her hands and knees, her pussy lips quivering
from the water.
Virginie reached her hand down by the stream and tugged
at Drew's clit, making sure to expose it so that she and
I could both clearly see it. Raising her arm back with
the jet stream, she eased up on the water pressure and
let just a softer spray brush over Drew's love button.
Drew writhed and moaned, barely able to keep her balance
on the slippery floor of the Jacuzzi, but not wanting to
move at all for fear of losing some of that wonderful
attention Virginie was putting on getting Drew off again.
I meanwhile had found it hard to stay inside of
Virginie's hot pussy, let alone keep from cumming, but
had managed to find a way by gritting my teeth together
hard. After her own orgasm, Virginie continued to rock
her small body on my lap, stretching and teasing my cock.
Her inner walls were smooth and soft and her pussy was
not as deep as I had expected, only allowing about 2/3 of
my prick to bury itself inside of her, her cervix being
battered every time she lifted herself on and off of me.
The warm water of the hot tub had kept my balls loose and
my stamina strong, but watching Virginie play with Drew's
clit with the jet was too much. I reached my hands up and
grasped onto Virginie's small breasts, pulling her back
against me hard and eliciting a gasping moan from her as
I shoved as much of my prick inside of her as possible
and shot what felt like a torrent of cum inside of her.
My juice coated along the insides of her walls, but
Virginie had planted herself as deeply as possible on me
and the suction from her cunt had managed to keep most of
it from falling out of her pussy.
Virginie tilted her head back in the air, her eyes
closed, her face looking absolutely flawless as I held
her there, my orgasm subsiding finally. I was panting
from the heat of the tub (not to mention the fire between
Virginie's legs) as I finally lifted her from my cock,
the head red from the heat of the Jacuzzi. Virginie slid
off of me but didn't miss a beat in working on Drew's
cunt, as her hand moved lower towards Drew's exposed
clit, the water now coming at a much higher strength than
before. When she was about 5 inches from Drew's gaping
cunt, Drew orgasmed once again, this time managing to
keep her balance but just barely as she swayed almost
drunkenly on her hands.
I stroked my cock, keeping it still hard as I watched
Drew finally turn over on her back, her chest heaving as
the orgasm subsided. Her eyes were closed but a wry grin
had started to form on her face as she massaged where the
water had been. Drew finally sat up and moved towards me,
now ready for her turn in my "test" of which pussy was
better. Scissoring her legs around me, Drew reclined in
the tub and allowed my now rock hard prick to push
against her well worn opening, sliding in just as easily
as I had when I entered Virginie.
This time it was my turn to do the thrusting and, keeping
Drew's legs wrapped around my waist, I got up on my knees
and lifted part of her body out of the tub, her arms
gripping onto the sides as she hung almost suspended in
the air, just her shoulders resting on the step of the
tub. I started to work myself in and out of her smoothly,
finding her pussy to be much more flexible and
stretchable, not to mention easier to penetrate
completely, than Virginie's. Even as I thrust all the way
inside of her, I still didn't feel my cock bottoming out
against her inner walls, a testament I suppose to her
wild days of sex with many different men when she was
Hollywood's "bad girl".
Virginie, having already endured two orgasms and induced
three just by her own accord, was still not done though:
she wanted her pussy licked. She stepped out of the tub
and sat down right above Drew's face, spreading her legs
wide to give Drew a good angle at eating out Virginie.
Drew, the more experienced lover when it came to matters
such as these, found herself in a wonderful position. She
scooted down a little further so that her head rested now
on the step, her mouth open and her tongue extending
while Virginie lowered herself onto Drew's face, all the
while having my cock plunging in and out of her pussy.
Drew began to suckle at Virginie's cunt, her tongue
probing deep within the young French girls twat. Drew's
lips exposed the pink folds of Virginie's cunt, her clit
red and raw as Drew licked it feverishly. I could see
fluids leaking out from between Virginie's legs and I
wondered if some of what Drew might be tasting was my own
cum, mixed in with the pussy juices that Virginie was
clearly secreting.
I kept my eyes focused on this hot scene as I bent down
and took Drew's left nipple in my mouth, enjoying the
taste of her breast between my lips, the salty sweat of
her body combined with the slight chlorine taste of the
Jacuzzi. Continuing to fuck Drew, my prick glided in and
out of her hips, rocking her body as Drew gripped tightly
onto the edges of the Jacuzzi, resisting against gravity
itself to try and keep her own pleasure from subsiding.
Virginie pushed herself lower onto Drew's face, covering
the pretty blonde's mouth with her thighs now completely
as Drew continued to lick at her and I kept pace in
fucking Drew. Virginie's body, which had dripped off most
of the excess water of the Jacuzzi shuddered for a moment
as she came on Drew's face, making Drew's sucking and
licking more audible now that the juices were coating her
mouth and lips. Virginie sighed audibly as she finished
her orgasm, leaning back a little bit as her tits arched
outward from the final spasms of her pussy.
Unlike many women I had been with, an orgasm seemed to be
the most natural thing for Virginie, almost an all the
time occurrence and I was a little surprised that she
didn't make more fervent gestures about the whole thing
as she came. And yet though, watching her calmly ride out
the intense wave of bliss that washed from her lower body
up was incredibly erotic in and of itself.
Virginie's own relaxed approach (so to speak) at cumming
didn't seem to bother Drew in the slightest, even though
the French beauty had goose bumps all over her skin as
she eased herself off of Drew slightly, giving her room
to breathe more. This all just seemed to encourage Drew
even more, her hips now thrusting harder and harder
against me as I gripped firmly onto her ass and pulled
her to me, jostling her body around as my arms grew
slightly tired from holding her.
Luckily though, I didn't have to hold her long. As
Virginie removed herself from Drew, she climbed back into
the tub and began to rub and fondle Drew's breasts,
sucking on her right nipple as the two girls held eye
contact with one another, Virginie smiling up at Drew
seductively as she licked her breast. Drew's hips rocked
up and down as another orgasm gripped her, biting down
hard on her lip in a whimper as she came on my cock. My
own thrusts were much more deliberate now and with the
added rippling of Drew's pussy, I thrust harder into her
and shot my load deep inside of her womb, spraying inside
of her hot cunt.
I held Drew up for a few more moments as my dick softened
inside of her, before gently setting her down on the
floor of the Jacuzzi. Virginie crawled up to her and they
nuzzled with one another, each touching the other's body
as we all rested in the hot tub (which by now was missing
about half it's water). As we all relaxed for a few
minutes, Virginie finally spoke.
"So, Dean, did you decide on the ah, better pussy?" she
said. Drew laughed wildly at the phrasing of Virginie's
question, causing her to blush slightly.
"I call it even. Comparing you two ladies would just be
down right unfair. You both were incredible," I said as I
started to climb out of the tub.
"Where are you going?" Drew asked.
"Well, in case you didn't know, there are a lot of people
in my house and I need to go watch over them. Do the
sociable host sort of thing. You two girls have a good
night - oh and Drew, make sure you clean Virginie up a
bit before you leave, if you know what I mean," I said
with a wink. Drew turned to Virginie, taking her face in
her hands and kissed her softly as I got dressed.
"No problem there. Come on girl, let me teach you a few
tricks for later on..." Drew said as I walked away into
the house, shaking my head. My clothes were sticky from
the Jacuzzi as I made my way inside, passing a few
stragglers who had probably come out to see what all the
screaming was about. Heading inside, I walked upstairs
again, finding it to be completely quiet from all the
bedrooms down the hall. It was starting to push 11:00 and
I could tell that for a lot of people, the party was
winding down. I didn't care though, I just felt like I
needed a shower.
Walking into my bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and
turned on the water, waiting on it to warm up. After it
did, I stepped into the warm heat of the stall and let
the water wash over me. Standing underneath the water, I
started to think about all that had happened today. How I
had started the morning with Damon and went on to have
sex with six different beautiful women and watched four
others get off by their own accord (well, Rachel DID have
a little help from me). I couldn't help but smile over
this thought, but inside I still felt a little troubled.
As much as I had tried to shake the question, I felt like
today was a day of decisions, of making up my mind and
trying to figure out where I was going to go from here.
Everyone who wanted me to stay in the business seemed
genuine and sincere, but I couldn't help but wonder what
position they would be in if I hadn't made them all
fabulously wealthy and tended to their every need. I
tried to focus on the question but my mind kept running
from it, distracting myself with other things. As I
reached for the soap, I resolved myself to coming to a
decision before the night was over.
I must have been completely distracted in my thoughts
however, because I didn't hear the door to the bathroom
open or see the female form outside of it undressing and
standing outside the stall. It was only when I heard the
stall itself be pulled open did I come out of my mental
state and see the woman standing in front of me.
It was Kristin Davis, one of (and arguably the most
beautiful) stars of the hit HBO show "Sex and the City".
She must have been in her own world too as she opened the
stall, completely naked, and stuck her hand in to turn on
the water. She glanced up at me and our eyes met, before
she screamed and stepped back in surprise.
"Agh! Shit, sorry! I didn't know anyone was in there! I'm
so sorry, I'll leave and come back when you are done,"
Kristin said, closing the stall. I caught it from her
hand and stuck my head out.
"Kristin, it's me, stop freaking out," I said to her. She
looked surprised for a moment, putting a name to the
face. When she noticed it was me, she smiled.
"Oh Dean, Jesus you scared me half to death. I thought
you were someone else," Kristin said.
"Nope, it's just me. Who were you expecting?" I asked.
"I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking actually.
I have a lot on my mind with the new season of the show
about to start and all and well, the three drinks I had
about an hour ago didn't do much to keep my mind sharp,"
she said. She glanced down at herself and realized that
she was naked, suddenly moving her hands to cover her
full, jutting breasts with her arm and moving her other
hand down between her legs. Her face blushed red.
"It's alright. I do live here you know. Why are you
taking a shower anyways?" I asked.
"I thought it might wake me up a little, clear my head. I
really didn't mean to barge in on you, I'll let you
finish your shower and then if it's ok I'll take one of
my own," Kristin said softly, turning to the door. I
couldn't help but notice her firm ass as she turned, the
flawless beauty of her backside.
I paused for a moment. "You don't have to go if you don't
want to," I said. Kristin stopped.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, the shower is big enough for two people, so you
can join me if you want. Besides, it saves water," I said
with a smile.
Kristin stepped towards me, her nose wrinkling in a cute
way. "Are you sure? I mean, you don't mind if I see you
naked?"
"No more than if you mind that I see you. And I think
that cat is already out of the bag," I said, opening the
door wider for her. Kristin blushed at my comment, but
removed her arms, giving me a full view of her naked
body. In the steam of the shower, she looked like a
beautiful nymph standing there, taking a step towards the
shower, the gracefulness of her body a magnificent sight
to behold.
"Well, ok. I guess it's no big deal. We are both adults
after all," she said with a nervous smile, stepping past
me and into the cascading water. I shut the stall behind
her, leaving us both standing in the shower, the water
starting to sheen off of her body.
We stood in silence for a moment as Kristin got her whole
body wet, the water soaking her long brown hair as it
fell over her shoulders. She seemed at ease for the most
part at standing there, but from the slight movement of
her feet as she shifted her weight I knew that she was
still a little hesitant.
"I can't believe I'm doing this, taking a shower with
Hollywood stud Dean Simonds," she giggled. "I guess this
is what I get for drinking a lot in a short amount of
time,"
"Hollywood stud huh? Well, coming from someone as
beautiful as you, that's a compliment I suppose," I said,
reaching for the soap and starting to lather myself up.
As I soaped up my body, I held the soap out to Kristin.
To my surprise though, she turned away from me and showed
her back.
"Here, wash my back for me if you don't mind," she said.
I told her I didn't and then lathered up my hands with
the bar of soap and began to rub it into her skin.
Working my hands over the small of her back, I moved
upwards towards her shoulders and neck, coating it in the
bubbles of the soap. Kristin moved under the water and
let it wash away, my hands now moving lower on her. I
hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if she wanted me
to take it to the next step. With a little bit of pause,
I placed my hands on her ass and began to rub the soap
in. Kristin didn't move or flinch or turn away and as I
cleaned her tight ass cheeks, the flesh soft and warm in
my palms, she seemed to loosen up even more.
"Having a hit show is so stressful," she said, her back
still turned to me. "I mean, with Sarah Parker getting
pregnant and all, it delayed things quite a bit on the
set. And now the anticipation is so high for the next
season to start. And even though we aren't really a new
show, I still feel nervous before the start of every
season. I guess I'm afraid the fans will just abandon us
all of a sudden and I'll be out of a job,"
"I wouldn't worry about that," I said to her, moving my
hands from her ass up to her waist and around to her
tummy, rubbing the bar sensuously across her skin.
"Someone like you has real talent and you will be able to
find work for a long time to come,"
"I hope so," she said with a sigh. "I just wish I could
get an award nomination sometime or something. Any kind
of recognition to make myself feel better, to distinguish
myself from the other actresses on the show,"
"Again, I wouldn't fret over that. Your character is an
important part of the show. And just because you don't
get the snappy dialog doesn't make your character any
less important. After all, there has to be at least ONE
normal woman on the show, don't you think?" I said to
her, my hands now moving on their own up to her chest
right below her breasts.
"Thanks Dean," she said, turning to me, my hands still
stuck right beneath the natural hang of her tits. "You
know how to make a girl feel good,"
Now it was my turn to blush slightly. "You don't know how
often I've heard that," I mumbled. Kristin grinned at me
and took the soap from my hands.
"Here, let me wash you," Kristin said. She turned me
around and worked on my back, moving quickly up and down,
getting my body lathered up in a speedy fashion. Her pace
slowed however as she moved her hands to my ass and
waist, dawdling there for a moment before suddenly moving
her small hands to my groin and rubbing the soap over my
cock. I felt myself start to harden as she squeezed and
fondled them with her slippery fingers, her body now
moving closer to me. I could feel her hot breath on my
neck.
"Maybe you have heard that from a lot of women," she
whispered. "But I still think you deserve a lot of credit
for all the work you do. I don't think you get paid
enough for all that you give to clients,"
"Oh, I take a sizable percentage, you know that," I said
as I felt her fingers encircle my cock and start to slide
up and down it, just slow enough to tease between
deliberate attention and a casual "wash".
"That's not what I meant. I think you sometimes deserve a
little bit more," she said, now jerking harder on my
prick so that it was at full hardness. "More attention to
your own...needs,"
I turned to face Kristin now, and found that beneath that
cute girl-next-door smile of hers was a look of lust,
just below the surface. It was surprising to see that
really, as I had never thought of Kristin in a sexual way
in terms of being a client. But with the water falling on
her like that and the grin that she was giving me, her
cute face masking the desire beneath, my viewpoint
started to change quickly.
Kristin released my cock and handed the soap back to me.
"Here, you forgot to do my chest," she said with a wild
grin.
I placed my hands on her breasts, now squeezing them
harder as I rubbed the soap into them, feeling her
nipples harden beneath my touch. Her c-cup breasts
bounced naturally underneath my busy fingers and Kristin
gasped a little as I played with her tits, squeezing them
in an innocent manner so that I could keep the tease
going with her. I released her breasts after a moment as
we stood there under the water, Kristin waiting on me to
make the next move.
I pulled her closer to me, setting the soap aside as her
body pressed against my own. Kristin leaned her head into
my chest, and I watched the water run over her back as I
massaged her shoulders. Kristin looked up at me, her
beautiful brown eyes gazing into my own, her mouth moving
to my neck where she planted soft kisses on the inside of
my throat, making my body tingle from the sensation. My
cock was hard between us, a fact that I was amazed about
considering all the fucking and adventures it had gone
through today. I let it slip away from her belly down to
between her legs and guided it into her cunt, the tip
passing through her lips. Even though I wasn't at my
hardest, I could still get my prick up inside of her
enough to make it pleasurable for the both of us.
Kristin raised her leg, setting it on the edge of the
small seat in the shower (something installed by my
father in his later years) as she pushed herself closer
to me, my dick plunging like an arrow into her hot hole.
Neither of us really moved that much, we just enjoyed the
sensations of each other's bodies: my own coming from the
tight grasp of her cunt and Kristin just happy to feel
the fullness inside of her. She placed her hands on my
shoulders and rocked back and forth on the floor of the
shower with her leg, bending her knee slightly as she
moved my dick in and out of her body. We didn't say
anything, Kristin's head now resting against my chest
once more, the silence of our lovemaking enough to make
the situation very erotic, like something you would see
in a higher quality soft-core porn film.
I looked down to see her gaping twat stretch and squeeze
around my prick as she pushed herself horizontally
against me, my dick now finally at it's hardest yet,
passing into her opening smoothly, the water of the
shower pouring over our genitals to provide ample
lubrication. Kristin's breasts were pressed firmly
against me as I moved my hand down to finger her nipples,
rubbing the tip of her left breast between her thumb and
forefinger, pinching it slightly.
Kristin moaned in a slight orgasm from this, neither of
us rushing things as we took our time just holding each
other like that in a passionate coupling of flesh. The
head of my cock battered into her continually, pressing
in against her deepest inner walls, touching the back of
her pussy lightly as I brushed over her clit and much
deeper into her cervix.
Lowering herself off of me, Kristin dropped to her knees
in the shower stall, reaching her hand up to turn off the
water. We stood in the dripping noise of the shower, my
dick jutting out obscenely from my body as Kristin took
it in her hand, letting the head slide between her lips.
She moved her hand to the base of my shaft and with a bit
of squeezing and twisting (very gently mind you) of the
foreskin, she began to jerk me off, slow at first but
much faster as the final drips of the faucet fell off and
onto the tile of the shower floor.
Kristin took my dick into her mouth, her hand still
working the shaft as she sucked on it like a lollipop,
the tips of her teeth grazing the edge of the skin to
give me goose bumps. I leaned back against the shower
wall and let Kristin go to work on me, her long brown
hair parted almost perfectly around her oval face, the
wet strands touching against her cheeks as she sucked
harder on me, her cheeks billowing inward to create an
incredible vacuum.
The stress and exhaustion of the day caught up to me
finally, and I felt a smaller than usual but still very
intense orgasm approaching. I reached my hand down and
took my cock from Kristin's mouth. She frowned in a
pouting way, but leaned back on her thighs as I jerked my
cock, waiting for the first shot of cum to arrive.
It shot forth a moment later as I aimed my dick towards
Kristin's breasts. She cupped them together and held them
out for me, the first two shots landing squarely on her
left nipple and the third and final stream landing
between her breasts, to dribble down through the cleavage
of her flushed skin. Kristin rubbed the cum into her
breasts, licking off any excess with her fingers as she
finally stood up from the shower and gave me a passionate
hug, her hands moving to my ass to give it a gentle
squeeze.
"That was just what I needed. Thanks, as always, for
helping me out Dean," Kristin said, opening the shower
stall and letting the last remnants of steam escape from
within. She grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around
her body as she headed for the bathroom door.
"My clothes are out there. I'll see you later Dean, call
me ok? We can do lunch," she said before disappearing
into the bedroom. I stepped out of the shower and dried
myself off, reapplied some deodorant and cologne and
brushed my hair in the mirror of the bathroom. The shower
had felt good: even though I was pretty wiped out from
all that had happened that day, the encounter with
Kristin had given me a second wind and the heat of the
shower just seemed to add to that. Wrapping a towel
around my waist, I opened the bedroom door quietly,
glancing out.
There was no one out there, so I walked out and chose a
new outfit to wear - khaki pants and a loose Hawaiian
style shirt that I had usually only worn for parties or
around the house, something that needed to look casual.
Dressing, I walked out of the bedroom and downstairs,
heading for the kitchen to get something to eat.
The house was mostly quiet now, only a handful of voices
trickling out of various parts of the house, as I saw a
couple of extras whom I represented walking out the front
door. I waved to them, but they didn't see me as they
pulled the front door shut behind them. Walking into the
kitchen, I found Damon sitting at the counter/bar area of
the massive room, eating a sandwich and drinking one of
those energy drinks.
He nodded at me as I walked to the fridge and got out
some left over pizza from a few nights before and grabbed
an energy drink of my own, walking over to sit next to
Damon at the bar. I sat down with a sigh as he stopped
eating to watch me munch on the cold pizza.
"How'd you like the party?" Damon asked, sipping his
drink.
"It has been great. I can't believe that you managed to
throw this together on such short notice," I said to him.
"Well, I've been planning it for a while, I saw how down
you had been lately with all that shit with your brother
and I thought you could use something like this to cheer
yourself up," Damon replied.
"Thanks, I do appreciate it. Boy, the media would have
had a field day with all the guests you managed to snag.
You'd think we were handing out awards tonight or
something," I said.
"Speaking of which, Halle Berry was here. She said she
was sorry she didn't see you but she had an early morning
flight and couldn't stay too long. But did you know that
she carries that damn Oscar with her all the time?" he
said.
I laughed. "No, I didn't. But it wouldn't surprise me,
especially the way she put the death grip on it on Oscar
night when she won it,"
"Well, she did let it go for a little while she was here.
In fact, I put it to some uh, good uses when we had some
time alone. Let's just say Oscar knows Ms. Berry inside
and out now," Damon said with a chuckle.
I laughed again. "I'm not even going to ask about that
one," I said, chugging my drink. I didn't realize how
thirsty I had gotten, but the cold liquid felt good going
down.
We sat in silence for a moment before Damon spoke again,
finishing his sandwich.
"So have you thought more about the thing you mentioned
this morning. You know, leaving and all?" Damon asked
quietly.
"It's haunted me all day, but to answer your question,
no. I haven't decided yet. This party put things in
perspective for me, it made me feel very appreciated and
happy to be around people that seem to genuinely enjoy me
being out here as a person, not just in the typical
Hollywood way, you know?" I said to him. Damon nodded.
"It probably doesn't hurt that you've slept with almost
every woman who passed through the front door," Damon
said, stifling a grin.
"I have not!" I said in a mock defensive tone. "Well,
maybe not ALL of them but, well, ok probably half,"
We both laughed again as Damon finished his drink,
standing up away from the bar. He stretched his massive
arms over his head.
"I should probably head home," Damon said with a yawn.
"Got a lot of stuff to do tomorrow,"
"You can crash here if you don't think you can drive," I
said. "I know the boss and I think he'll be ok if you
come in a little late,"
"That's alright, I stayed fairly sober for most of the
night. But I could use a good night's sleep in my own
bed. I'll talk to you later Dean," Damon said, walking
towards the front door. I followed him as he stood in the
doorway.
"You know, even if I do leave Hollywood and do...well,
something else, I'd probably leave the business to you to
run things," I said to him. Damon smiled, a genuine "aw-
shucks" sort of smile.
"Really? That's an incredible compliment Dean, especially
since we haven't even known each other for a year," Damon
said.
"You're smart and gifted when it comes to networking with
celebrities and diffusing bad situations, and you always
keep me on my toes. I think that you and the staff we
have now could manage things just fine without me," I
said to him.
"We could, but it sure would be quiet around there
without you," Damon said. I didn't say anything for a
moment, just letting the thoughts pass by into the warm
night air.
"Go get some sleep man, and thanks again for the party,"
I said, patting him on the shoulder. Damon smiled and
turned away, walking off through the yard to his car. He
was almost out of sight when I saw a pair of headlights
pull into the drive way, a big car coming to a halt
behind one of my sports cars that I had left outside
earlier in the week. A car door opened and closed and I
saw a small female figure walk towards the entrance of
the house.
As they drew closer, the porch lights reflected off of
her blond hair and I could tell from the way that she
carried herself it could only be one person: Sarah
Michelle Gellar. Closing the door behind me, I walked out
to greet her.
"Is the party over? Did I miss it?" Sarah said as she
approached me. She was wearing a pink one piece dress
that hung to her curves delicately, the fabric reaching
down just to her calves.
"Yes, for the most part. But hey, I'm the guest of honor
and I'm still here," I said, leaning back against the
front door.
"Damn. If I hadn't had to return those video tapes for
Freddie then I would have been here on time. I'm sorry I
missed the big surprise Dean," Sarah said.
"It's alright, I've had quite a night anyways," I
replied.
"That's good. Were you surprised?" she asked.
"Most definitely. I about had a heart attack right there
on my hallway floor," I said with a laugh. Sarah glanced
down at the pavement of the porch.
"Listen, there was another reason I came by tonight..."
she said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I just wanted to...well...how about we take a
walk? Is your neighborhood safe to walk in?" Sarah asked,
raising her head towards me.
"It's a gated neighborhood, if that's what you mean. 24
hour security, and a police station only three miles
away. If that's what you mean by safe," I said.
"That will work. Here, show me around the neighborhood a
bit will you?" Sarah asked. She moved closer to me and I
could smell her perfume - lightly applied, it wafted like
a fine wisp off of her bare shoulders of the sleeveless
dress.
"It would be my pleasure," I said, taking her arm as we
walked down the driveway. I left the front door unlocked,
figuring any guests who were still inside needed a way to
get in and out if they wanted to leave.
We strolled down the driveway and hung a left, heading
down a slight hill towards the curve of the road, the
only light around us coming from a streetlight way above
and the night sky, which was flawless and unbroken as the
stars twinkled above us, managing to escape from the
light pollution of the city.
Chatting, we talked about nothing in particular really,
walking the winding roads of the neighborhood for a few
miles. Since we were both in shape, neither of us were
really winded or tired by the walk, but I noticed as we
passed under the occasional streetlight that Sarah had a
slight, very slight sheen of sweat on her face and neck.
I could tell from the way the conversation was going that
Sarah was avoiding whatever it was she wanted to tell me.
I decided to get it out of her subtly, by leading her by
the hand through an empty lot of land, a small field,
located at the end of one of the cul-de-sac's of the
street.
We walked through the tall grass, the moisture brushing
against our legs before I spotted a set of small rocks
sticking out from the Earth over to the left of the
field. I led Sarah there and we both sat down, enjoying
the view of the city beneath us.
"Sarah, I know you are adapt at talking bullshit and
making small talk since you ARE an actress and all, but
it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you are
avoiding whatever it is you wanted to tell me. You know
as well as I that we can talk about your movie roles any
time, so if you have something you want to tell me then
just do it," I said softly.
Sarah scooted against me, her head on my shoulder.
"I talked to Kirsten Dunst the other day, we ran into
each other at a movie premiere. The conversation was very
private, just she and I, but she told me about what
happened between you and your brother Jacob," Sarah said.
"Half-brother," I replied, correcting her.
"Whatever. Don't be mad at her for telling me, it just
came up during the conversation when we were talking
about you. And I realized after talking to her that if
you hadn't come over to my house that night, perhaps a
lot of what happened WOULDN'T have happened. And, well
I've felt guilty about it since then. That's why I came
by tonight, to apologize," Sarah said with a sigh.
"You don't have to apologize. It is in no way your fault
about what happened, Jacob was an ego-maniac who would
have found some other way to come after me, and things
might have been much worse. I might not be here talking
to you if I hadn't gone to your house that night," I
said, pausing. "That's what's so funny about life, and
what has led me to think about my future here in
Hollywood. Your life can change in an instant, and even
if you get through the tough tests, you will undoubtedly
come back as a different person, perhaps even a worse
person,"
"That's true, but I still feel guilty. I put my feelings
and desires over the safety of you, and famous or not,
that is just a bad thing to do to someone," Sarah said.
"I hope you can forgive me,"
I kissed Sarah's head, smelling her shampoo and perfume.
"I forgive you, although I still contend you don't need
to be forgiven,"
We sat in silence for a moment, neither of us speaking.
Sarah lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me.
"Wouldn't you miss all this? I mean, I know that you can
have anyone you want, any of the most beautiful women are
yours through that irresistible charm that you have.
Hell, even I fell victim to it, although I'm certainly
not complaining. But things would be so much different
without you around to call on or talk to or just get
together with, even if it is never anything serious,"
Sarah said. "Are you really going to leave?"
"Right now, I think so. I don't know where I'm going or
what I'm going to do but for a while at least, I need to
get away and leave this all behind me. Move on with my
life and not let running Shooting Stars become who I am
as a person," I replied. I was thinking as I spoke, not
even considering what my words were saying - they just
seemed to come from my heart, a place I would have
trusted from the start of the day if my time as an agent
hadn't altered my perception of the world.
"If you do leave, I mean, anytime soon," Sarah said. "Can
I at least have you one more time? Feel you hold me and
enter me just once again and make me feel complete and
calm?"
"Of course. You are special to me Sarah, I don't know
why. Maybe it's your independence and spirit and your own
charms, but I'd love to be with you once more before I
leave Hollywood," I said.
"Good," Sarah whispered. She scooted away from me for a
moment and began sliding her dress off of her shoulders.
"Oh, you wanted to do this right now?" I said with a
laugh.
"No time like the present," Sarah said with a grin. The
material of the dress slid off of her smooth shoulders
now, as she pulled the dress down her body and off,
setting it against the surface of the rock we sat on. I
could see her nipples hardening in the air, the tips
pressing over the top of her bra as the moonlight shone
on her flawless body. I turned to her and pulled her
closer to me, kissing her deeply. Our tongues danced
beneath the stars, Sarah's breath quickening as the
passion between us grew stronger.
I put my hand on her hip and slid her panties down her
thighs by the corners, Sarah kicking them off into the
nearby grass. She reached behind her back and undid her
bra, letting it fall from her body in a smooth and
graceful motion. She set it on top of her panties and
stood up in front of me, reaching her hands down to my
chest. She ran her palms over my pecs, her small hands
caressing my body as her busy fingers found the buttons
of the shirt and began to unbutton it slowly, revealing
after a moment by bare chest beneath.
I undid my belt and slid my khakis off, standing there
now in just my shoes as I stood over Sarah, pulling her
closer to me. My boxers were the only garment of clothing
between us, and I could feel the heat radiating from
between her legs as her trimmed cunt pressed against me,
the wetness already apparent on top of her mound.
Removing my boxers, my cock sprung free - the shower and
the energy drink had revitalized me, giving me a second
wind that with most men would probably be unnatural.
Still though, I felt my hard dick aching as it popped out
of my boxers and slapped against Sarah's stomach. I
reached under her legs and lifted her up, carrying her a
few feet to a soft spot of grass nearby before laying her
down on the ground.
I crawled on top of her, my knees wet with the setting
dew and kissed her once more, this time with more force
as my hands roamed down to her perfect, natural breasts
and squeezed them, my fingers rubbing over her nipples as
the tips slid between the spacing of my index and middle
finger. Moving my other hand down between her legs, I
plunged a finger into Sarah to increase her wetness and
excite her clit, allowing me better access to the depths
of her hot cunt.
Working my hand in and out of her, I continued to rub her
breast and kiss her throat and neck softly, Sarah's head
leaning back against the ground as she let my lips and
tongue taste the soft flesh beneath her chin. As my
fingers moved inside of her, I could feel her pussy
already start to contract a little, grasping at my digits
and trying to hold them in longer inside of her twat. I
continued my kisses for a few minutes, feeling the heat
coming off of Sarah's perfectly formed body rising
sharply seemingly with every thrust into her gaping cunt.
Sarah was more than wet enough by now as I removed my
hand, licking my fingers clean of her succulent juices. I
moved on top of her, my arms placed against the wet
ground by her shoulders as I lined my dick up in
anticipation of entering her.
"Go slow," Sarah whispered. "I want to make this last,"
I nodded to her and moved my hand down, guiding the tip
of my cock into her outer lips. They parted gently around
my head, letting me sink into her pussy slowly but
completely, inch by agonizing inch becoming enveloped by
her oh-so-hot cunt. I gained some leverage from my knees,
which allowed me to have a better angle in which to bury
the remaining inches of my dick inside of her slowly. I
continued to press into her until I felt myself bottom
out deep inside of her tight, wet pussy, my balls resting
softly in the crook of her ass as I held my penetration
of her in a perfectly still manner.
Looking down at Sarah, her hand had gone to her breasts
and she was tweaking and rubbing her nipples, her face
cast to the side on the ground, her mouth open in an "O"
shape, no sound escaping from between her thin lips. I
slowly began to pull my hips back, removing a few inches
or so of my cock from between her folds, the visible part
of my shaft shining in the light with her juices. I
pushed my rod back into her slowly, Sarah's body rocking
gently against the penetration of her body, her ass
moving slightly on the ground as I thrust, this time
removing my dick more from her before pushing it back in
once more.
I started to fuck Sarah harder now, her legs splayed out
around me and a low moan coming from her lips. I was
still determined to take my time as I moved myself in and
out of her tight little body, but the luscious feel of
her tight pussy (not fucked regularly, thanks to her fake
marriage with Freddie Prinze Jr.) was urging me on,
begging to be cooled down by the friction of our love
making. I grinded my hips into Sarah's own, leaning over
her and watching her writhe beneath me, her blonde hair
spreading out on the ground around her face, giving her a
sort of angelic look.
Being inside of her was an incredible feeling, one that I
had not experienced with anyone but Sarah in the time I
had been out here in Los Angeles. Her pussy was both warm
and wet, but also tight and loose at the same time. I
can't quite describe it, it was just a feeling of natural
bliss, of being inside one of God's most beautiful
creations and partaking in the carnal delights of that
body. Sarah's clit throbbed beneath my moving prick,
rubbing against the underside of my shaft, the hard nub
only increasing my sensations inside of her (and it
certainly didn't feel bad for Sarah!)
Sarah removed her hand from her breast and opened her
eyes, looking deeply into mine. In the pale moonlight,
she looked like a nymph or some other sort of mythical
creature, one given over to it's own hedonistic urges and
desires. She leaned up against me, causing my body to
move backwards slightly as her arms wrapped around my
back. Holding herself up, she began to thrust her hips
upward towards my own, urging and challenging my prick to
go as deep as possible inside of her.
The change in position seemed to spark a fire of lust in
Sarah, for her desire to keep things slow was evaporating
with every passing second, her body crying out for more
fervent attention and demanding to be pleasured. She
placed her legs against mine, her thighs wet with the
splashing juices that seeped from her cunt.
Neither one of us spoke - we didn't have to; this was
simply about lust, about attraction and about filling a
physical and emotional need, of building a connection.
That sort of desire was a different kind than what I had
felt in a long time, and it served to make the entire
situation all the more erotic and exciting for me
physically, a slight string of goose bumps running down
my spine.
Sarah trembled beneath me, her cunt spewing forth her own
orgasm and juices, her inner walls quaking around my cock
as I rubbed it against the inside of her pussy, the soft
velvety flesh like a vice of heat and wetness. She was
panting hard now, her orgasm coursing through her body as
she came down off of the high of it, her hips continuing
to rise up and meet me as I pressed deeper and harder
into her, thrusting like a jackhammer inside of her cunt.
Her breasts bouncing on her chest, Sarah's erect nipples
stood out like beautiful eraser tips, the blood coursing
through them making them hard and erect as they brushed
against my arms and chest in our lovemaking. Sarah's ass
was grinding itself into the dirt, her small cheeks
rubbing against the grass. Not like she or I cared -
dirty, outdoors sex felt primal and animalistic, and
given the way that we were going at it, that's exactly
the situation that we were in. Groaning again, I felt
Sarah's body heat rise, especially inside of her sex, and
she shivered slightly again, a smaller orgasm hitting her
body once more, making her groan in a low and
unintelligible voice.
I felt a renewed vigor inside of me, my blood energized
and my prick revitalized to continue to hammer against
her. Just eating something only an hour earlier had done
wonders, giving me the strength to finally let Sarah's
hands slip from my body and her back to rest once more on
the grass, my hips now thrusting as hard as I could
inside of her.
Her pussy was burning hot now, like being inside of the
most intense fire of your life, the walls contracting and
gripping and squeezing me firmly, not wanting to let go
but just begging and urging me to shoot my load inside of
her. I continued my pace inside of her, grinding her body
into the dew of the grass, sweat and dirt covering both
of our bodies as we kept up with one another for a few
minutes, Sarah's hips rising off the ground still to meet
me, before bouncing back to the Earth like a spring,
popping up only a second later for another thrust.
The sex we were having was pretty ordinary, but it was by
far the most amazing sex I have ever had in a position
like that. Missionary or not, pushing all the way inside
of her till I hit her deepest inner channel wall was a
feeling of immaculate pleasure and happiness, my body on
autopilot as the sweat poured off of my body and onto
Sarah's naked and twisting flesh beneath me.
The heat of her pussy was quickly becoming too much for
even my re-charged prick though, as I felt my countless
orgasm of the day approaching. I grabbed Sarah by the
hips and held her slightly in air for a moment, my dick
burrowed as deep as possible inside of her, the head
touching her cervix as I felt the first stream of cum
shoot out like a rocket from the head of my dick.
I held Sarah like that as I continued to spurt load after
steaming load inside of her, undoubtedly coating the
tight walls of her pussy with my seed. As I felt the
final gush release itself from my body and into hers, I
slowly began to remove my dick from her cunt, the head
popping out still hard as I smeared the excess cum and
Sarah's juices on the small patch of pubic hair slightly
above her cunt. I released Sarah's hips from my hands and
gently set her legs back on the ground, her chest heaving
and gasping for air as our bodies began to cool off and
calm themselves down, my prick still twitching slightly
as I held it in my hand, watching the slow drip of cum
seep from between Sarah's still spread legs.
Helping Sarah put her dress back on (we left her
underwear there for one of the neighborhood boys to
find...if they only knew who it belonged to!), I
redressed and we walked back to the house slowly, Sarah's
small hand in my own and her body pressing tightly
against me, that same indescribable heat now slowing to a
cool in the night air around us.
Back at the house, I saw that it seemed like everyone had
gone but that all the lights were still on. In contrast
to the rest of the neighborhood, which had probably long
since went to sleep, my home shone brightly from every
window on the upstairs and downstairs, signs (to me
anyways) that the house had life, that it wasn't just
another oversized and self-serving mansion. I guided
Sarah back up the front steps, intending to take her
inside for another shower and perhaps another round of
love making late into the night.
Opening the door, I was startled to see Natalie Portman
sitting at the couch in the living room, looking down at
the floor as she held her purse in her hands. Sarah
closed the door behind us and Natalie looked up, seeing
me standing there with Sarah's hand still in my own. Even
though we had broken up, I instinctively let Sarah's
fingers fall away from my hand as she waited a step or so
behind me.
Natalie got up off the couch and walked towards us. "Hi
Dean. Hi Sarah," she said quietly, looking right through
Sarah despite having acknowledged her. It was tough to
read the look in Natalie's eyes: it wasn't really anger
or jealousy, but something more, something I couldn't
quite put words to.
The silence was awkward as we waited there, Sarah
fidgeting with her hands and looking down at the floor.
Natalie walked over to her.
"You have a stick in your hair," she said, removing a
small twig from Sarah's blonde locks. Sarah blushed.
"Thanks," she said quietly, Natalie stepping back to
where she was just a moment before.
"Dean...can I talk to you?" Natalie said. "Alone?"
I was caught in the middle now - I didn't owe Natalie
anything, and given that I had dumped her because of her
betrayal of me by following Jacob's offer, I didn't have
to even let her stand there in my house. Sarah was there
and I was sure that for that night at least, I could be
happy with her only.
But there was just something about Natalie standing
there, her beautiful face and small frame, caught still
between womanhood and the child actress that had
literally grown up on screen, that made me push those
thoughts of anger and resentment away. She wore just a
simple outfit, jeans and a white blouse that frilled at
the end of the arm-length sleeves, her curly brown hair
pulled behind her head in a ponytail. I knew that in my
heart, I at least owed her some of my time to hear her
out.
"Sure, I guess. Sarah, do you want to wait in the kitchen
or go take a shower or..." I said, but Sarah interrupted
me.
"No, no, it's fine. I was planning on leaving pretty soon
anyways. You two need to work some stuff out I bet, and
me just being here would make it all the more awkward,"
Sarah said.
"Are you sure? I'm sure Natalie wouldn't mind if you
stayed," I asked, trying to convince her to stay simply
because I didn't know where things would lead with
Natalie.
"Like I said, it's fine. I've got a pretty hefty drive in
front of me and I should probably get on the road," Sarah
said. She kissed me on the cheek. "Call me if you leave
town after all, or call me if you don't. Hell, just call
me soon, ok?"
"Ok," I said to her, Sarah turning around and heading out
the door slowly, closing the front door softly behind
her. The house was empty now as Natalie and I looked at
each other, neither knowing really what to say. It was
strange being in such a large house that a few hours
earlier had been so festive, only now it was like a
brightly lit tomb, the tension between Natalie and I
making things even more intense.
*
"Here, let's go sit down Natalie," I said in a calm
voice, ushering her back into the living room. She took a
seat on the sofa and I, not wanting to imply anything,
sat opposite of her.
"So, what's going on? Sorry to hear that Episode II isn't
going to beat out Spiderman for the summer box office
haul," I said, making chit chat.
"Yeah, but I'm not too worried about that. I've gotten
paid my part, so I'm happy," Natalie replied. "Let's talk
about what happened between you, me and Jacob,"
Here we go, I thought to myself. "What's there to talk
about? You left me for him, in particular for the money
and the false illusions he offered you of even better
representation," I said coldly.
"You never let me explain myself Dean, you just hung up
on me. Which, I might add, was very childish of you,"
Natalie replied, her lips pursing together.
"Fair enough. Well, you're here now, so speak your
piece," I said.
"I intend to. First off, this had nothing to do with
money. I was in a bit of a rut when Jacob first came to
me. I was gearing up to start doing the Episode II promo
stuff, finishing up with exams at school and, well
missing you a lot," Natalie said. "I was very vulnerable
and Jacob quickly seduced me with the same sort of charms
and whiles that you used with me,"
"So you slept with him too, is that it?" I asked
incredulously.
"Like you didn't fuck around while you were out here and
I was at school!" Natalie said, raising her voice
slightly but catching herself. "Anyways, when I came out
of the sort of fog I was in, I realized I had made a
terrible mistake. But by that time, all that stuff
between you and Jacob came to a head and I probably
picked the worst possible night to call you and
apologize,"
"That you did. But that was over a month ago. Tell me,
why didn't you call me since then?" I asked.
Natalie fidgeted with her hands in her lap. "I...I didn't
want to make you even more upset. I didn't want to risk
blowing any chance I might have had of getting back
together in the future. So I waited. And I was in LA this
week for a few press interviews and Damon called me and
told me about the party. I waited to come till later
because I know how you get with a bunch of people around,
always busy go go going," she said, smiling up at me.
"Anyways," she continued. "What I've realized is that I
can't be with anyone else. Not knowing that you are there
for me if I need to call hurts. It hurts me deep and it
pains my soul. I tried hanging out with some friends,
even dating some non-celebrity guys, but it just didn't
seem to fit together. I felt hollow, empty,"
"How do you think I felt? I gave and I gave and I gave,
being there for you and committing myself to you and even
saving your life on that one night with Julie. And then
you turn around and cheat on me by leaving my business
and sleeping with my half-brother? I could tell you a
thing or two about feeling empty, that's for sure," I
said to her bitterly.
"I know. And I could sit here and apologize to you till I
became blue in the face. But I know you, and I know that
you don't put a lot of faith in apologies. But I know you
and I know how your mind works. More importantly though,
I know how your heart works," Natalie said. "That's why I
have a proposition for you,"
"I'm listening," I said with a sigh.
"First, come sit over here by me," Natalie said, patting
the couch. I moved to the couch and turned to face her,
Natalie taking my hands in her own, her fingers resting
on mine.
"I love you Dean," Natalie said. "I don't mean for the
sex or the money or even the things we've been through. I
mean that I love you as a person and as a soul mate. I
want you to tell me that you don't love me back. I want
you to be able to look me in the eye and tell me that,
because I know that deep down you love me too and you
think we should be together as well. That's what I need
to know, I need to know if you feel the same. If you
don't, I will leave and not come back, and we may never
see each other again," Natalie said.
"I do love you Natalie," I said, my eyes becoming lost in
her deep brown pupils. "But I mean, how do you know for
sure that you and I were meant to be? We have both been
through a lot and given my lifestyle here in Hollywood I
don't see how we could avoid running into those same
problems again,"
"Then leave. Leave Hollywood and come back with me. Come
East. We both have enough money to live the rest of our
lives out in comfort, we could buy a house near my school
and live there till I graduated, then maybe even get
married. Just come with me, back to where your roots
are," Natalie said, squeezing my hands tight.
Here it was. My opportunity out of Hollywood, my destiny
now opening before me like a blossoming flower, a future
with Natalie. But did I want to leave, in spite of what I
said and felt? I just didn't know...
I turned away from Natalie. "I can't. I can't decide to
that, at least not right now Natalie. You can't just drop
that on a person at once and expect them to come back
with an answer,"
"Isn't that what this party was about though Dean?
Weren't you planning on leaving anyways?" she asked,
turning her head towards me.
"I don't know. I don't know what this party was for or
about, but yes, the thought had crossed my mind. But
don't try to write this whole thing off as fate with me
wanting to leave and you offering a way out. I just don't
buy that sort of thing," I said.
*
"Dean," Natalie sighed. "I'm not trying to put any of
this in the hands of fate or any other sort of guiding
power. I'm simply telling you how I feel,"
"I know how you feel, and I feel the same way. It's
just...that's a big decision," I said.
Again, neither of us said much of anything. Natalie
scooted closer to me on the couch; I could smell her skin
and her hair, bringing back a flood of memories of our
time together. We were both lost in our thoughts, but
Natalie wasn't about to give up the fight yet.
Reaching out to me, her fingertips rested on my shoulder.
She brushed them over my arm for a moment, nothing
inherently sexual about it but still erotic in a strange
sort of way. Natalie placed her other hand on my chest
and put her palm over my heart, feeling it beat against
her warm hand.
"This is all you need to listen to Dean. Nothing else
matters," she said softly. Her hand moved from my chest
to underneath my shirt at the throat of the fabric. Her
fingers moved underneath the material as I sat rigid,
torn inside by what I wanted to do. Her small fingertips
moved down my chest, their tips a little cold but not
keeping her hand from seeming to glow as it pressed
against my skin. Leaning in close to me, Natalie gently
kissed me on the lips, a soft kiss with more emotion than
any of the feelings I had had earlier in this wild and
crazy day. The kiss was only momentary, Natalie pulling
her head away, but I tried not to express the feelings it
stirred in me, keeping my defensive posture.
Natalie removed her hand from my body and, like Sarah
only a little while earlier, began to unbutton my shirt.
Natalie's touch was much more delicate though, in a way I
don't think I'll understand. She glided the buttons away
from the fabric with ease and within just a few moments
time had it unbuttoned and off of my broad shoulders, my
bare chest unmoving since she first touched me.
Natalie reached down and lifted my hand from her lap,
putting it against her breast. She squeezed my fingers
tightly, the tips pressing against her nipples through
the blouse that she wore, trying to simulate I suppose
the feeling of me touching her again. I went along with
what she was doing as we sat there together, moving my
hand ever so slightly at her guidance, noticing in the
back of my mind that she was not wearing a bra. She moved
my hand down to her leg and began to run it up and down
smoothly over the material of her jeans, the warmth of
her young body escaping from within as I caressed (with
her guidance) the soft flesh of her encased thighs.
While her hand was guiding my own, Natalie removed her
own blouse - indeed, no bra - and folded it neatly
against the top of the couch, leaving it sitting there. I
couldn't help but glance now at her small but firm
breasts, the nipples that same incredible shade of color
that showcased the true beauty of her body. My heart
ached now, the feelings towards her returning. I shook my
hand free of hers and continued to caress her legs by my
own will, moving the other hand to her pants as Natalie
leaned back against the couch, her chest rising and
falling slowly.
She watched me as I touched the material of her jeans,
part of me simply dieing to get at the flesh underneath,
but my rational mind still trying to fight the good
fight.
"Natalie," I said. "If this goes where it's leading then
that doesn't mean that everything we each did will be
ignored," I said to her softly.
"I know. It doesn't have to be. I'm sorry that I hurt you
Dean, and I hope that you are sorry that you hurt me as
well,"
I didn't respond, only continued to touch her legs,
moving every now and then to the source of the heat of
her body, the spot between her legs, caressing her zipper
with one finger as I brushed over it nonchalantly. When
my hand moved back down to her thigh, Natalie lifted her
ass off of the couch and began to unbutton her jeans,
sliding them down slowly over her legs, the skin tight
fabric fighting every inch of the way.
She slid them over the tennis shoes she wore and leaned
back on the couch, now clad only in the polished white
sneakers and a pair of green and purple panties that she
wore between her thin legs. As my hands made contact with
her thighs, I knew that the rational part of me had lost,
that my heart and body were acting on their own desires
now. And what they wanted right now was to feel Natalie
Portman's soft body against my own once again.
Continuing to rub her thighs, Natalie leaned over and
undid my pants, sliding them down halfway to my knees.
Her breasts hung down from her chest, her nipples erect
from the cool air of the house, but by the feel of her
skin I could tell that she was anything but cold. Moving
to remove my boxers, I stopped her.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"Yes. I have never been more sure of anything in my
life," Natalie replied, her deep brown eyes holding me in
her gaze.
"Then we don't need to do this down here. It's not proper
and not right for someone like you Natalie," I said. I
stood from the couch, my pants now falling to the floor.
Holding Natalie by the hand, I led her up the stairs
slowly, step by step, her small body moving behind me.
Her curly brown hair now hung loosely over her shoulders
and her mouth was pursed with excitement, the lust in her
eyes growing seemingly with every step we took. But it
wasn't the lust I was used to: it was more than that, it
was a look of love. Of the body and soul acting as one
towards and end goal.
I led her into the bedroom, flipping on the light as we
moved to the bed. Thankfully my earlier encounter had
left no evidence, and even though Natalie probably knew
what was going on in here earlier in the day, she
certainly didn't need any physical proof. What was done
was done, all that remained now was what was going to
happen.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Natalie stood in front of
me and slowly slid off her panties. She pushed me
backwards gently onto the bed - this was new for her,
taking the sexual lead - and climbed on top of me,
planting another soft kiss on my lips, then moving up to
my forehead, where she parted my hair gently. I reached
down and slid my boxers off, my hard cock popping out of
them and landing on my stomach. Natalie grinned at me and
began kissing her way down my body, moving her tongue
over my left nipple, exciting a spark inside of me, my
body tingling at her touch.
She scooted to the end of the bed and leaned down, my
cock just inches from her face. Her lips moved to it, but
rather than engulfing it right away, she kissed the
shaft, the tip of her tongue adding a drop of saliva to
it as she moved her hand down to hold it, stroking the
head with her fingers.
"I had forgotten how good you taste," Natalie whispered,
her eyes fixated on my cock as she began to jerk it off
slowly, moving her small hand up and down my now
throbbing shaft. Natalie's cunt gleamed in the light of
the bedroom, the shadows of the night time and street
lights outside filtering in through the window to give
her body an angelic glow, her flawless skin and nude body
a testament to the beneficial genes she had inherited. I
remembered for a moment watching her on screen when she
was so young, the child star beauty having changed now
into a truly beautiful creature, a young and mature woman
who was just growing into accepting herself as something
amazing.
Natalie lowered her head to my prick now, her hot mouth
allowing the throbbing organ to slide between her lips
and into the depths of her mouth and throat, most of the
rod disappearing into her cute little mouth, her cheeks
dimpling as she closed her lips around the base. Natalie
sucked on me gently, her cheeks billowing outward as she
wrapped her tongue up and down my dick, taking her time
to savor the feeling.
She lifted her head away again and moved back on top of
me, still holding my cock in her hand. She straddled my
legs and I could feel her warm sex growing closer to my
dick as she leaned over me, her breasts just barely
touching my chest as she held herself up by a few inches
off of my body. The erotic sensations of watching her
move, the grace, was almost maddening now, and I was
trembling a bit as she began to ease the head of my dick
into her pussy.
As the tip of my prick passed through her outer lips, all
my thoughts and worries faded away. I was living just for
this moment, for this time with Natalie once more. The
head passed deeper into her channel, more of my shaft
following as Natalie continued to guide my body into her
own, the wetness and sheer heat of her cunt almost
unimaginable. I wondered how long she had planned this,
and if I had been too quick to dismiss her and her
feelings for me. But I quickly lost track of that as
Natalie pushed back hard on top of me, her small twat
opening up inside like a delicate flower to take more and
more of my dick inside.
The times we had been together had allowed her to
experience and come to enjoy sex on much more than a
physical level. She knew what turned me on and what to do
to keep me from shooting my load too early. Her pussy had
also learned a few tricks of it's own, being able to,
after a few sessions with Natalie, stretch to meet my
girth. Natalie was becoming quite skilled in letting my
shaft enter her to the fullest, the head battering away
deeper inside of her tight, young pussy. I pushed my hips
up for the last little bit, and watched between Natalie's
legs and my own as the shaft disappeared totally inside
of her, only my balls visible now, hanging tightly in
their sac at the base of her hot entrance.
With my dick fully inside of her, Natalie lifted herself
away from me and settled down on my hips, grinding her
young body around me as I was held totally inside of her,
her inner walls just wide enough to accept my member but
not so loose that the vice like grip that I had loved
about being inside of her had faded. Natalie pressed her
hands down onto my chest and began to work my cock in and
out of her body, rising off of me gently so that my shaft
pressed hard against her erect clit.
Natalie's brown hair swayed around her as she flexed her
body in a belly-dancer style move, her firm tummy moving
hypnotically while on top of me. Her dark brown patch of
pubic hair just above her entrance swayed like a field of
grass from her movements, as I reached my hands out to
her hips and held onto her, guiding her movements on top
of me.
"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" Natalie grunted, her body
continuing to buck and writhe atop of my legs. Her pussy
walls contracted tightly around my shaft, holding onto it
as I felt her sweet juices spill forth from her body in
orgasm, her thighs quivering from the rush of pleasure.
My own hips were now rising off the bed as I penetrated
her deeply, the shaft sinking into her as deep as
possible with every thrust, my well worked cock head
pushing against the base of her cervix, buried to the
hilt in her sweet snatch.
Natalie moaned softly as I continued to fuck her, riding
the wave of bliss that settled over her young body after
her orgasm. She had needed to cum it seemed from the
moment that I entered her, and having achieved her goal
she was more than ready to keep going atop my shaft, her
body now bouncing harder on top of me as I traced a
finger to her tight ass and pressed the tip gently into
the entrance of her asshole. Her pert hole tightened and
gripped my finger instinctively but relaxed some as I
continued to work my finger inside of her, keeping my
thrusts in her ass in time with the rocking of my dick
into her pussy.
I hated pulling out of her, but as I felt her asshole
stretch wider to accommodate my finger, I suddenly had a
burning desire to try for an even tighter hole - her ass
- allowing my dick now to slide out of her, the shaft and
head red and wet from her juices. Natalie moved closer up
my thighs so that my now twitching cock head was rubbing
between her ass cheeks, lubricating and smearing her
crack with the sweet pussy juice and her own cum that she
had spilled all over my prick a few minutes earlier.
Reaching down, I lined the tip of my dick up to her ass,
Natalie raising herself slightly from the bed so that she
could allow me a better angle in which to plunder her
last untouched hole. She winced slightly as I pressed the
tip harder into her anal entrance, the muscles in her ass
once again tight and resisting. I continued undaunted and
pushed harder inside of her, feeling her ass give way to
let my fat cock head inside her tight rectum, the shaft
following quickly behind.
Wedging myself further into her, I met a lot of
incredibly tight (but intensely sweet) pressure as I
slide first two then quickly five inches of my dick
further into her, her anal passage opening up more to let
me in. Natalie looked a little pained by the entrance,
but she had since moved her hand down and was rubbing her
hard clit as a means of taking her mind off it.
I settled on only getting most of my shaft inside of her,
afraid that pushing too much more in would hurt her, and
proceeded to begin sliding my dick in and out of her ass,
fighting the incredible grip that was a drastic
magnification of the tightness of her cunt. I was very
gentle with her, taking my time and making sure not to
cause her any pain if possible, slowly sliding inch by
inch in and out of her ass, making sure to leave the head
in to lead the way as I fucked her ass.
The tightness of her ass was incredible - it wasn't the
same softness of her pussy, but the intense pressure more
than made up for that. My hands roamed and squeezed her
ass, pulling her cheeks apart to allow me the maximum
amount of angling inside of her, the firm flesh of her
young ass cheeks soft and smooth in my hands. I continued
to fuck her a little bit faster now, but with the same
sort of delicate care that I had practiced when I first
pressed inside of her. Natalie was swaying atop of me,
her right hand furiously rubbing her clit while her left
squeezed and played with her left nipple, her arm crossed
across her tight body.
Natalie's face had become flushed from our love making
and her cute cheeks were a reddish hue, a slight glow of
sweat covering her brow and making a few errant strands
of her hair hang on her face.
Natalie plunged two fingers inside of her cunt and lifted
herself off me slightly, rocking back down onto my cock
as she finger fucked herself, her increased panting and
soft moaning signaling that she was so very close to
orgasming. I sensed this and slid one of my own hands
away from her ass and down her stomach to her snatch,
rubbing two of my fingers over her clit. Natalie gasped
out loudly and orgasmed again, her breasts bouncing on
her chest as she arched her back and came once more, her
juices now coming in a torrent all over my legs.
Seeing her cum, the tightness of her ass and the
activities of the entire day were just too much for me.
My orgasm came quickly and without much buildup, my dick
now just instinctively shooting it's load deep inside of
Natalie's tight ass. I felt three strong streams shoot
forth, proof that I still had it in me after all the sex
I had over the day, the cum coating the inside of her ass
walls, creating a squishing sound as I continued to fuck
inside of her, my thrusts finally slowing.
I pulled my cock from her ass, the shaft flopping down
onto my legs as it grew soft, my own breath now coming
ragged after the intense love making with Natalie. The
cock now free from her ass, Natalie rolled off of me and
laid next to me on the bed, her arms splayed over my
chest as we both caught our breath. A few moments later,
Natalie lifted herself off of the bed and propped herself
up on her elbow to look at me.
Her face was sweating intensely now, her body as equally
wet, as she smiled at me, a look of contentment on her
face. She leaned over to me and we kissed for a few
moments, Natalie's small tongue wrestling it's way inside
of my mouth, where my own met it with equal force. We
kissed like that for a few minutes, Natalie and I, before
I finally broke it. Natalie sighed and curled up next to
me, shutting her eyes. I stroked her hair with my hand,
my other hand resting atop her hip, the soft and
beautiful girl next to me falling asleep within a few
minutes. Closing my own eyes, I thought back over the
day, but the thoughts were short lived as I too fell into
a dreamless sleep.
*
I must have only slept for an hour or so, and not a deep
sleep at that. I was awakened by what I thought was a
pounding in my head but as I came to, realized it was
someone knocking at the front door. I groaned as I got up
off of the bed, glancing down to look at Natalie. She
hadn't stirred in her slumber, her body half covered with
a sheet so that all that was exposed was her face (a look
of peace over it) and her right thigh, the smooth skin
exposed beneath the white satin of the sheets.
I slipped on my pants and walked quietly out of the room,
turning off the light (we had, in our haste, left it on)
and shutting the door softly behind me. Walking softly
down the stairs in just a pair of pants, I realized I had
left all the lights on from the party. The knocking at
the door had continued as I walked down the steps, and I
thought in my half bleary state that it might be the
police, called by one of the nosy neighbors to see if
there was a reason every room in my house shone like a
football stadium.
As I drew a few feet from the door, the knocking stopped
and I could hear a set of footsteps walking away. Great,
damn kids just trying to mess with me. I hustled to the
door, threw the lock back and swung it open, glaring out
into the late night air at the prankster.
To my surprise though, it was not who I expected to find
there at all. Her back turned away from me, she turned
when the door was opened. In the brightly burning porch
lights of the house, and even in the quickly approaching
dawn, I knew who it was immediately.
"Hi Dean. I hope I didn't wake you up," she said.
"No, it's alright Alyssa. I wasn't really asleep
anyways," I said, rubbing my eyes, still not believing
that Alyssa Milano was standing at my doorstep. We hadn't
talked since we had broken up what seemed like a lifetime
ago, but strangely here she was.
"Can I come in?" she asked. I nodded and stepped aside as
she walked in, her hips swishing as she walked. Alyssa
wore a red leather dress that squeaked and stretched as
she moved, the material clinging to her luscious hips and
form seductively. I led her into the kitchen and walked
over to the refrigerator.
"Fix you a drink?" I asked.
"Sure, if it's alright. Do you have any wine?" she asked.
I removed a bottle of Merlot and took one of the few
clean wine glasses from the cabinet, filling her glass
half way. I handed it to her and replaced the wine,
getting myself just a simple bottle of water.
"I hope I don't sound dumb in asking this, but what
exactly are you doing here at," I asked, glancing at the
clock over the stove. "4:40 in the morning?"
"Well, I've actually been outside for about an hour. I
knew you were a night owl. I was wrestling with coming to
see you at all but I finally got up the nerve to come
knock. When you didn't answer at first, I was going to
leave but luckily, you opened the door," she said,
sipping the wine.
"I'm surprised you even remembered where my house was.
It's been, well a long time since we even spoke with one
another," I said.
"I'm good with addresses. I saw Rose McGowan earlier
today when we were both at the gym and she bubbled
excitedly about the lunch date you two had," Alyssa said,
setting her wine glass down and slinging her long hair
back over her shoulder.
I blushed slightly. "She did huh?"
"Yes. Don't worry, she didn't tell me all the gory
details but suffice to say, I'm certain that you won't be
going back to that restaurant any time soon," Alyssa
said.
"So then why did you come here? What did Rose tell you?"
I asked.
"Well, when we got to talking she kept saying how great
you were, how you were a totally different person than
the asshole I described you to be when Rose and I first
met on the set of 'Charmed'. Rose told me that I was
wrong, that you had changed and that you were a great guy
and most of all a great friend. Someone I probably
shouldn't have pushed away in my life," Alyssa said,
finishing all but a final taste of the wine.
"I suppose so. It always hurt me that we never got
together or even saw each other after that incident with
that bitch Aguilera and her punk ass manager," I said
wistfully, the memories dredging up a surprising amount
of hatred.
"I know, and that's my fault I guess as much as yours.
But we have led such different lives since then, I
thought maybe coming by here and making amends. Word
spread pretty quickly about the party that you had here
tonight," Alyssa said, gesturing around the room. "I
didn't want to come back and see you while all of that
was going on, lest you blew up on me and created a scene,
adding more fodder for the tabloids," Alyssa continued.
"That was smart. Tonight and today have been probably one
of the craziest days of my life, I don't even know how I
would have reacted if you showed up a few hours earlier
than you did," I said.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that too. I probably come
across as a stalker, waiting outside your house and all,"
Alyssa said.
"Not at all. I know you and know your personality and
that's not in your blood. It's a shame Rose didn't come
with you, I'm sure she would have had a great time
tonight as well, if you two had come earlier I mean," I
said.
"She wanted to come with me, believe me. She had in her
mind some kind of crazy scenario about us three having a
three-way in your house, as a sort of make up sex type of
thing. That girl, I swear, has the strongest libido out
of anyone I've ever met," Alyssa said.
"I'm surprised you would even entertain the option," I
replied. "I mean, I know you had a crazy past and all but
I thought you were over that sort of thing,"
"I am, for the most part. It was pretty tempting because
quite frankly if there was any woman in Hollywood I'd
like to sleep with, Rose would definitely be high on the
list. But again, this just wasn't the sort of situation
that called for that sort of thing. Maybe sometime in the
future," Alyssa said with a smile. An image of the two of
them, eating each other out while I lay beneath them
raced through my mind, but I brushed it away, choosing
not to linger on it. Maybe some other time, as Alyssa
said.
"Well, you picked a good night to come by. I'm probably
going to start the wheels in motion tomorrow to leave the
business and head back East," I said.
"Get out of here! Dean Simonds, leaving it all behind?"
Alyssa said with a genuine shock.
"That's how it's looking right now anyways. The party was
supposed to convince me to stay but I still am starting
to lean towards leaving pretty strongly," I said. "Unless
of course, you have a reason for me to stay,"
Now it was Alyssa's turn to blush. "Well, I would miss
you, that's for sure. But I think what we had can never
be recreated, at least with our personalities. You do
seem like you have changed a lot though Dean, much more
laid back. But I'm not looking for that kind of
arrangement anytime soon," Alyssa said.
"And yet, you came to my house in the middle of the night
for some other reason?" I asked, propping my chin up on
the counter as I gazed on Alyssa and her beautiful body.
"I don't know why I came, honestly. Something in me just
said GO, and I did it really without thinking. It wasn't
until I got outside that I really stopped to think about
why I came by. Sitting out in my car, I just decided that
it was worth it to come see what you said, to see if Rose
was right or not," Alyssa said.
"Was Rose right?" I asked.
"Yes. You are a different person than I remember. You
still have that sort of irresistible sexy charm about
you, but beneath it I can tell you are much more mature,
more serious about things in life and yet still able to
joke around and forgive and hopefully forget about past
transgressions by certain members of the opposite sex,"
Alyssa said.
"Well, you haven't changed a bit Alyssa, as far as I am
concerned. I know you despised me for what I did, but you
are still one of the most beautiful, thoughtful and
intelligent women I have ever met, and I feel like a heel
for treating you like I did, letting you get away," I
said.
"Who said you let me get away?" Alyssa said, rising from
her chair and walking over to me.
"I...well...I am a different person now. I think I'm much
more ready for commitment," I said, stuttering.
"That's a lie. You are a different person, but I know
that you love one night stands and all night sex sessions
just like you used to. You probably fucked half a dozen
women today, just because you knew you might never be
able to do it again," Alyssa said. "And I think, assuming
you want to - which I know you do - you'd like to make it
a lucky seven tonight with me, wouldn't you?"
"I would but..." I said. Alyssa moved her hand to my
mouth and put her fingers over my lips, shushing me. She
moved in closer now, the heat radiating from her body as
she held her mouth just a few inches from my lips.
"No buts. No talking. Just take me," she whispered,
thrusting her mouth onto my lips. I resisted at first,
starting to push her away, but as I felt that incredible
sexiness from her body flood my memories again - every
woman tasted and felt differently to me, and Alyssa was
one of the best - my willpower began to fade as my hands
dropped from her shoulders to push her away down to her
hips, as my fingers circled in on them and pulled her
closer.
We kissed for what felt like an eternity, becoming
familiar once again with the taste of each other. My
thoughts shifted to Natalie, who was sleeping innocently
upstairs, her mind and soul now at ease at my forgiveness
of her. My heart hurt as I thought about what Alyssa
being here meant, but I knew that her old charms and
whiles were going to overpower me in the end. I just
hoped to God that Natalie didn't hear us.
I broke the kiss and stepped away from Alyssa. "We can't
do this. It just doesn't feel right," I said weakly,
trying to persuade her out of it.
"Yes we can. And we will," Alyssa said, her hand tracing
over my arm as I held a firm grasp between her hip and
ass, my squeezing reflexively without me even realizing
it.
"You don't understand. Upstairs I have," I said, but she
cut me off again.
"Say no more. We will stay quiet, and she will never have
to know," Alyssa said, now more brave as she reached down
between my legs and squeezed my hardening cock in her
hand, the shaft going rigid when pressed against the
fabric of my pants.
I kissed Alyssa again, hoping that she was right,
allowing her hand to continue it's busy journey into my
pants. I felt her fingers pull the zipper down and open
up the fly of the pants, my naked prick springing free.
Alyssa caught it in her hand and held it there, her
fingers wrapping tightly around the head in her smooth,
delicate fingers.
Alyssa moved her lips away from my mind and dropped down
to her knees on the kitchen floor, pulling down my pants
completely as she lowered herself, my body now naked in
the kitchen. Alyssa planted her lips on my dick and took
it into her mouth, rubbing the shaft along her lips as
she sucked it in. I almost came right there, my body
remembering the feel of her mouth exactly on my prick,
the feelings coursing through every nerve on my body.
Alyssa bobbed her head up and down, getting my shaft
primed and wet, feverishly going at it on the head
especially. The kitchen filled with lewd noises of her
sucking, the feel of her hot mouth causing me to gasp in
amazement as I recalled how wonderful she was at giving
blowjobs. Alyssa's fingers fondled my balls, squeezing
and pulling on them gently as the tips of her fingernails
raked delicately over the sensitive sack. Glancing down,
I could see Alyssa's panty covered pussy between her
legs, the simple white material and the dark pubic hairs
behind it offering a sharp contrast to the red of her
dress.
Continuing to suck me off for a few minutes, Alyssa moved
her hand to the spaghetti straps of her dress and slid
them down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to me.
They were just as full and beautiful as they had always
been, with no hint of sag, her large nipples sticking
proudly from her breasts. She placed her hand at the base
of my shaft and continued to move her head up and down,
the wetness of her mouth like a jungle heat as it moved
over my erect member. I put my hand on top of her head
and guided her back and forth as she moved, making sure
that her sweet mouth and tongue did not leave any part of
my dick untouched.
Alyssa pulled her mouth away after a few more minutes,
gasping as she grinned up at me and tweaked her nipples
with a finger. She stood up and hopped up on the kitchen
counter, spreading her legs for me. I could see the
moisture that had formed between her legs, Alyssa's hands
on her thighs as she seductively beckoned me to her
without saying a word. I lowered myself so that my mouth
was right by her hiked up skirt, reaching my hand in to
pull aside her panties and reveal her neatly trimmed
pussy.
Her outer cunt lips were aroused and wet, leaking a
little bit of moisture on the counter top as the dress
bunched itself up around her waist. I moved mouth between
her legs now, noticing the fairy tattoo slightly above
her hot sex - a testament to her wild days as a child
star, similar to Drew Barrymoore's own. I wasted no time
in plunging my mouth into her pussy, my tongue darting
inside of her hot hole as I lapped at the juices that
were already starting to flow. Keeping her entrance open
with one hand, I used the other to wedge a finger inside
of her, sliding it in and out as I licked furiously at
her clit. Her juices were entrancing to me, I just
couldn't get enough. My tongue whipped around inside of
her, searching for her more of her womanly moisture to
devour.
Alyssa put her hands on my back and, on especially
pleasurable spots inside of her, raked her fingers over
my shoulders, leaving red marks along the way. My finger
plunged into her wet twat, coming back coated with thick
and sweet juices, her snatch an intoxicating taste of
salty sweat and the sweet mixture of her bodies juices.
Alyssa closed her legs tightly around my head, making it
a little hard to breath. I didn't really care though, I
knew that from the excitement coming from within her, she
would be cumming soon anyways. Her hands moved from my
back to her dress, reaching down to pull it up over her
body, leaving her totally naked except for a pair of -
how had I not noticed this? - fuck me pumps dangling from
her swaying feet.
I moved my head from between her legs for a moment to get
some air, but proceeded to slip another finger deep
inside of her, fucking her now with both of them deeply,
thrusting as hard and as far as I could inside of her hot
cunt. Alyssa started to moan at this, but my hand shot
quickly up to her mouth to stop her, for fear of waking
up Natalie. Alyssa did silence herself, but she began to
kiss my hand and take my fingers into her mouth, sucking
on them gently as I worked myself in and out of her.
Alyssa's ass rocked back and forth on the countertop, her
body swaying back and forth as her back arched in a pre-
orgasmic shiver. I added another finger to the mix and
pushed deeper and wider into her than I had before,
stretching her pussy quite wide as the base of all three
knuckles rubbed over her clit, bone meeting tender and
sensitive flesh. Alyssa leaned into me and put her head
on my shoulder, biting down a bit on my skin as her hips
bucked and she came with a squeak on my hand, her juices
spilling out onto the tabletop.
Lifting herself away from me, Alyssa smiled at me - that
incredibly sexy smile that I had always thought made her
one of the most sexually appealing women I had ever seen.
She placed her hands on her thighs, her panties soiled
and sitting next to her on the counter and held open her
soaking wet cunt lips, seeming to just beg for my hard
cock to press itself inside.
I lined myself up for entry into her body, not wanting to
resist such an alluring invitation and we both watched as
the head of my cock entered her for the first time in a
very long time, the head quickly disappearing inside of
her hot pussy. Alyssa leaned her head back and rested on
her hands as I slid myself inside of her, her long brown
hair almost touching down to the counter top. More of my
shaft slid into her easily, her lips parting as if they
had always been meant to be pulled away by my prick and
within a moment I was fully inside of her.
Alyssa's cunt was tight and firm, holding me deeply
inside as I bottomed my dick out deep within in, the head
pressing against her soft cervix within. The moisture and
heat of being inside of her was incredible, but in a way
totally different from many of the other women I had
fucked today. My dick buried balls deep within her, my
nuts resting on the cool countertop felt strangely right.
Like it belonged in there.
It was tough to say if that was because I hadn't realized
the depth of my feelings for Alyssa, my burning lust that
seemed to make me over at the subtle hint of sex with
her, or if it was something more. The only woman who
compared to this feeling was Natalie, and with her being
upstairs I felt truly blessed to be able to experience
both of these physical unions at once.
I removed part of my shaft from her, not much but just a
few inches, and began to move myself in and out of her
twat, her pussy muscles milking and squeezing me as I
thrust in and out of her, my hands on her sides as I held
her and rocked her towards me. Alyssa began to move by
her own now too, quickly getting into sync with me so
that our thrusts matched and complimented each other. I
pressed myself down hard into her at an angle, making
sure my cock brushed against her clit hard as I worked
myself in and out, feeling the fire of her hot little nub
creating a large degree of friction against my prick, our
lovemaking rising in speed as fast the temperature in our
bodies.
I held Alyssa firmly now, bucking my hips and clenching
my ass as I pushed inside of her hard and fast. Alyssa's
mouth hung open in a silent scream, part of me loving her
for not wanting to wake up Natalie as I had asked. Her
breasts bounced on her chest, her large nipples and
areolas erect and jutting as they swayed in a circular
motion on her chest, a small trickle of sweat racing down
her body from her neck through the cleavage of her
breasts.
Pushing hard into Alyssa, I felt myself close to cumming
within her. I stopped thrusting inside of her for a
moment and held myself there, fighting off the delicious
urge to just unleash another orgasm deep into her body. I
lifted her off the counter top and carried her to the
living room, setting her down on the floor as my cock
finally slipped out of her. Alyssa wasted no time in
wanting to get it back within me though, dropping to her
hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air and her
pussy lips still parted from when I had been between them
just a moment before.
I squatted behind her and slid the tip of my prick
quickly back into her pussy, the position now much more
comfortable than that hard counter top had been. I slowed
my thrusts just a little, relishing the feeling of her
pussy around my dick once more. Alyssa's firm ass cheeks
jiggled slightly as I pushed into her, but by fucking her
doggy style I found I was able to go even deeper inside
of her than I had ever imagined being able to go. Her
silken channel was now afire with her own heat, holding
my tightly as I rocked my shaft against the velvet walls,
thrusting into her hard as I glanced down and watched my
shaft move in and out of her twat.
Her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair was a tangled mess
now, hairs sticking out everywhere from the moisture of
our lovemaking, the sweat from her body inevitably
dripping between her legs. I wrapped my arm around
Alyssa's waist and pulled her body back and forth on my
dick, keeping myself stationary as she slid along my
shaft, unable any longer to keep the moans from escaping
her lips slightly.
I gazed down at her body as I fucked her, her nude form
having an exotic look due to the tattoo on her shoulder
and the one on her ass. Such a beautiful sight to behold,
it made me wonder why she would want to put something
like a tattoo on herself. But in a way, despite how it
disrupted the flawlessness of her skin, it was still
incredibly sexy and an amazing turn on, especially the
one on her shoulder. It showed a rebellious side that had
obviously carried over into her sex life. Alyssa was now
thrusting hard against me, working towards getting
herself off again, her body craving release from the
intense buildup of our lovemaking.
Holding her ass firm, I felt my orgasm coming - by far
the strongest of the day, my energy seemingly having
returned from the short nap I took - and I grunted in
pleasure as the hot sticky fluid spilled forth once again
into her body, the release shooting out like a cannon
against the soft walls of her body. I could feel the
three or four shots of semen splash against the walls of
her cunt, the excess splashing back onto my own prick as
I continued to come, so violently in fact that I felt I
was going to pass out.
I held Alyssa and myself still for a moment as I finished
unleashing inside of her, but Alyssa had been on the
verge too and as soon as I felt myself release the final
seed, her own body shook and she came again around my
prick, her inner tremors sucking and milking at my shaft
for the last of the sticky white fluid.
My dick began to grow soft after a few minutes and I
pulled out of Alyssa. She lay on the floor with her legs
spread now, a white frothy foam coating her snatch as she
closed her eyes and just let the bliss of sex wash over
her like a tide. I sat down on the floor and wiped away
excess juices from my dick, the stickiness still coating
my fingers. I moved my hand up to Alyssa's mouth and she
licked it clean, removing the final taste of the evening
(or should I say morning) from our lovemaking.
"I'm going to go get some towels," I said, whispering to
her. Alyssa kept her eyes closed but nodded as I put my
pants back on and walked slowly up the winding staircase
to the spare bedroom where I knew the maid kept extra
linens. I could hear Alyssa getting dressed, the leather
creaking once again as she slid back into her dress and I
trotted slowly up the stairs, hoping not to wake Natalie.
I walked into the linen closet of the spare room and
grabbed a towel, walking back out into the hallway. To my
surprise and startle, Natalie had opened the bedroom door
and was looking at me, her nude and lithe body framed by
a gently beam of moonlight from the window near my bed.
"What are you doing?" she yawned, still half asleep.
"I was uhh...hot, so I was getting a towel to wipe myself
off with," I said to her, regretting the little white lie
only slightly since it would hopefully cover up a BIGGER
lie.
"Ok. Well, come back to bed ok? I thought I heard some
rustling outside the door but I guess it was you,"
Natalie said.
"I'll be there in a minute," I replied, smiling at her.
Natalie smiled back at me sleepily, her hair a bit of a
tangle on her head from sleep and our earlier sexual
encounter. She shut the door quietly and I walked to the
foot of the stairs, my heart pounding at having almost
been caught. As I went to take the first step, I felt
myself suddenly pause.
I hadn't realized it, but if I took that step it would
mean a lot of things for me. Suddenly everything flashed
through my mind - my arrival in Hollywood, my encounter
with lots of different famous people, the trouble with my
assistant and half-brother and especially my times with
both Natalie and Alyssa.
It suddenly dawned on me that if I was going to really
make a choice on the course of the rest of my life, this
was it. My foot hung in the air as I pondered the
possibilities.
If I continued downstairs and returned to Alyssa, that
would mean things would inevitably be over between me and
Natalie. It might work out with Alyssa, it might not, but
I might be forsaking my chance at a "normal" life for
trying. I would stay in Hollywood, continue to run the
firm for who knew how long, and continue to engage myself
with beautiful, famous and amazing women, some of the
most beautiful in the world actually. It might not be the
life of deeper philosophical meaning, but it was
certainly the life of dreams. Hollywood dreams, the
dreams of just about every person who ever saw someone
famous and thought "I wish I could do that".
But if I removed my foot and returned to bed, returned to
lay next to Natalie and hold her as I drifted off to
sleep in my tired exhaustion of the day, it would be
different. I could leave Hollywood scot-free, and with a
reason and a person to lead me there. It would be scary,
no doubt, but it would be a different phase of my life,
one of commitment and normality and perhaps most of all
true love. I would have to become a different person,
look past my nights of one-night stands and power for
sex. And in that way, it too would be like Hollywood - a
happy ending, a chance at taking a rare opportunity for
happiness and living it out, not on the big screen but in
the real world, something that most people never were
able to do.
All of this washed over me as I thought and pondered and
dissected the pros and cons of each decision. My mind
swirled at what the future had in store for me, what each
path would mean. And as I continued to think more about
it, the decision finally made itself clear to me, and I
smiled to myself broadly over it having been so obvious.
You have gotten to know me over the course of this
journal, dear reader, and perhaps you believe you know
where my life will lead me and what I want the most out
of it. That's why I don't think it's necessary to reveal
my decision to you, to insult you like that. You know in
your own mind how my story will end, though there is no
reason to write and tell me - that would be an insult on
me. Make up your own mind and decide my fate for
yourself.
Life and truth are, after all, in the eye of the beholder
and I can think of no one better than you to make up your
own truth on my tales, my journal of an agent will end.
THE END.
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