Nexwave Erotic

Kojak: Extortion

Theo Kojak glanced at his watch and then at the door to his apartment. He knew his guest, his lover, would be arriving soon and the anticipation was building. Theo had gratefully showered away the grime of his day’s work as a Police Lieutenant in Manhattan South. Now he was just lounging in linen pants and shirt, wearing cologne that smelt of lemon and cedar, a gift from his lover, and looking every bit as Greek as befitted his heritage. He had quiet music playing in the background and from the kitchen the aroma of cinnamon from the home-made pastichio permeated the apartment. All he needed, all he wanted now was his younger lover. Kojak glanced up as he heard the tap on the door. Rising gracefully he went to the front door. Opening it, he smiled predatorily at his visitor.

“Hey, Beautiful,” he greeted them easily.

“Hey yourself,” came the reply. Bobby Crocker blushed faintly, as he always did, at Theo’s term of endearment. He was ushered into the apartment, Theo’s hand proprietarily at the small of his back. As soon as the door snicked shut, Theo was turning the slighter man in his arms.

“Love you, Baby,” Theo husked as he opened Bobby’s coat and held his slender hips.

“Love you, Theo,” Bobby sighed breathlessly as he melted into the older man’s tender embrace. He molded his body against his lover and felt his head tipped till he was looking into Theo’s love-filled eyes. Then Theo leant down and his lips pressed gently against Bobby’s. Bobby couldn’t suppress his moan of pleasure and as his mouth opened, Theo’s tongue slipped effortlessly inside. Bobby felt Theo’s tongue map every contour of his mouth before teasing Bobby’s tongue into following it back into Theo’s mouth. As Bobby’s tongue passed Theo’s lips, Theo sucked it deep inside. Bobby’s moan deepened and he felt himself growing light-headed from lack of oxygen. Finally Theo broke the kiss to allow the men to breath. He was pleased to see Bobby’s flushed face and the enticing bulge in the front of Bobby’s pants. He smiled and ran his fingers over Bobby’s kiss-swollen lips.

“I’ve missed you, Baby,” he admitted roughly. “Need you so much, Sweetheart”.

He hugged the lissome body tightly, as though suddenly afraid Bobby would disappear before his eyes. He relished the muffled,

“Missed you, too” that came from the face now buried against the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“Put your stuff in the bedroom,” Theo commanded softly. “I’ll pour us a drink to start the evening off.”

“Sure thing, Love” Bobby replied. He opened his overnight bag, presenting Theo with a bottle of retsina wine. He smiled shyly. “To share over dinner,” he elucidated.

The smile never left Theo’s face as he watched his lover disappear into the bedroom. He was now a very happy man, his lover, his Mate, was now safe in his territory and would soon be in his bed. It was taking a great deal of self- control for the older detective not to simply strip and ravage the younger man. Theo’s body wanted to unite with his lover, to bury itself deep in Bobby’s beautiful, willing body. However, as the relationship was built on more than simple lust, Theo also wanted to court the younger man, for them to be able to spend some time reacquainting themselves with each other as lovers again. It had been a couple of days since they’d last been able to enjoy a night of passion, their only other time together, that of Lieutenant and detective. Theo moved into the kitchen. Putting the wine in the fridge, he removed the cocktail shaker. He poured the vodka martini into a single large glass. He decorated it with both an olive and a cocktail cherry. He carried the drink back into his living area and sat to await Bobby’s return.

Bobby came out of the bedroom smiling. He had divested himself of his long camel coat and Theo looked with appreciation at the blue silk shirt, unbuttoned enough to display a light dusting of chest hair. Then his eyes traveled down, noting with gratification that Bobby’s covered erection hadn’t completely subsided, the tight black jeans hugging every contour of the younger man’s body. Bobby moved to join Theo, raising an eloquent eyebrow at the sight of one large drink. Theo stood and raised the glass to Bobby.

“To us, lover,” he said and drank. He then held the drink towards Bobby’s mouth.

“To us,” the junior detective echoed and drank from the glass still held in Theo’s hand. Placing the drink on the table by the arm of the sofa, Theo removed the olive and cherry. Placing the olive in his own mouth, he fed the cherry to Bobby. The younger man smiled and accepted the tidbit, sucking on Theo’s fingers playfully and earning a growl of approval from the older man. Sitting down, Theo arranged Bobby to lie across his lap, fully stretching out the length of the sofa. As the lovers relaxed, Theo would take a mouthful of cocktail and then leaning down; kiss his Mate and sharing the drink. Theo was suddenly stunned to realize he had fully undone Bobby’s shirt and both beautiful brown nipples were hard under his hands. Shifting himself to lie alongside the aroused younger man, Theo dipped a finger into the remnants of the cocktail, and then ran the finger over Bobby’s nipple. Bobby’s response was a deep moan that was joined by a gentle rocking of his hips as Theo sucked the delectable nub. Theo then began to suckle and bite gently at one cinnamon bud and then the other till both were achingly hard and Bobby was writhing erotically against Theo’s body. Bobby stroked Theo’s shaven head, then around his neck and shoulders and was unconsciously making tiny mewling cries of both pleasure and need as his body was expertly and sensually assaulted.

Theo’s hand slid down and cupped the still clothed erection. Impatiently, Theo unsnapped the jeans and pushed the zipper down, reaching determinedly inside the pants for his prize. Another gentle bite to Bobby’s nipple coincided with Theo freeing his lover’s hot, hard length and the younger man gasped, thrusting into his older lover’s knowing touch. Theo growled deep in his throat as he heard Bobby’s whimpers of need intensify and felt the solid evidence of Bobby’s arousal. Theo knew the teasing had reached its pinnacle. Bobby needed release soon. Theo ran a finger over Bobby’s engorged cockhead and then licked off the pre-come. Ensuring his finger was completely clean, Theo moved swiftly. He stood and tugged impatiently at Bobby’s jeans until he pulled them from the supine body. He unzipped his own pants to free his own straining erection and then spread Bobby’s legs wide. He settled between the young man’s splayed legs and lapped gently at the dusky pucker he had exposed. Bobby cried out Theo’s name bucking hard. Theo’s tongue moved upwards licking the lightly furred testicles, feeling how tightly they were drawn up and knowing his Mate’s release was imminent.

Theo sucked on his right index finger, ensuring it was liberally coated with saliva. Satisfied with that action, Theo held Bobby’s hips down firmly with his left hand. He licked at Bobby’s cockhead and the lithe man cried out trying to thrust into Theo’s warm, wet mouth. Bobby’s vocabulary had reduced to the chanting of his lover’s name. In response, Theo finally engulfed Bobby’s penis and worked the saliva-slicked finger into Bobby’s center. With a scream of Theo’s name, Bobby’s climax hit hard and the older man swallowed everything his lover offered. As he relished the taste of his Mate’s sexual surrender, Theo was dimly aware that his own release was spurting over Bobby’s thigh. Theo removed the single digit from his lover’s body and quickly rubbing it in his own seed, pressed two fingers back into Bobby, rubbing his prostate to extend Bobby’s orgasm. With the added layer of pleasure, the young man spurted again into Theo’s insistent mouth, before collapsing boneless and sated. Theo realized that Bobby was softening and allowed the young man’s penis to slip gently from his mouth, kissing the organ as it lay damp and spent on Bobby’s thigh. He then carefully withdrew his fingers from Bobby to a groan from the slender man.

Theo gazed down at the lissome man lying so passively beneath him and felt a surge of love and protectiveness wash over him. He affectionately took in the flushed face, panting breaths and the smile of satisfaction. At the sight of his Mate lying there looking so sated, so wantonly displayed and yet so vulnerable in his post-coital daze, Theo could feel his cock start to twitch again. Theo remembered once again that Bobby had been a virgin to male loving. He had been attracted to men and dated a few, but not found anyone he felt comfortable enough with to go further than gentle making out or a hand job. Theo always felt possessiveness and pride surge through his veins at the thought that only he had ever tasted Bobby’s sex and his seed. That only he had ever penetrated the beautiful man below him, only his seed had ever known the depths of Bobby’s welcoming body.

Theo still hadn’t told his family of his relationship with this beautiful, special man. His family was aware of Theo’s sexual preferences and it wasn’t that he was ashamed of Bobby or their relationship. Instead the normally confident and self-possessed man was irrationally afraid that if his relationship with Bobby were revealed, that he would lose his lover. He feared others wondering aloud at what Bobby could see in a bald, aging cop and that Bobby would realize their relationship was a mistake. Even as he had these thoughts he knew in his heart and soul he was being unfair to his lover. Bobby had never given him cause to have these thoughts. Rather the younger man always seemed so proud of and so happy with Theo. The older man himself had never been happier so that Theo was reluctant to jeopardize the status quo. He just kept promising himself he would tell his family very soon.

“Hey, dreamer,” a husky voice had him waking from his reverie and smiling down at Bobby. Theo then leant down, kissing his Mate thoroughly. The kiss deepened as Bobby opened his mouth wider, moaning softly, at the ministrations of the older man’s tongue. With an effort of will combined with the need for air, Theo reluctantly left the luscious lips.

“Come on, Baby,” he whispered rubbing circles on Bobby’s abdomen. “Let’s go hit the shower, and then we can eat. We’ve got the whole night before us.” He stood and pulled the younger man to his feet. He smiled as Bobby nuzzled gently into his side as he guided them to the bathroom. The last of their clothing hit the floor as the two men eased under the cleansing spray. Theo found himself needing to clamp down on his libido as the proximity of a naked, wet and soapy Bobby was always an arousing experience. Some of his blood supply diverting south, he managed to indulge in some slow intimate touching, whilst the majority of his caresses were intended to be cleansing.

Following their shower, the two men donned thick cotton bathrobes. Theo dished out their meals and time passed as they ate, drank and enjoyed each other’s company. Both men quickly relaxed comfortably into their roles as friends and lovers. Eventually they settled to lie entwined on the spacious sofa. Soon their touches and caresses began to linger longer and became more intimate and passionate, intending to arouse. Finally they each gazed into the dilated eyes of the other and their mutual need was wordlessly spoken. Standing, Theo took his younger Mate’s hand and led Bobby to the bedroom. As he entered, Theo glanced at Bobby’s overnight bag and the older detective growled softly. This was where Bobby belonged: in his territory, in his bed. Theo turned suddenly and scooped the younger man into his arms and carried him to the king-sized bed. He immediately covered the lissome body with his own and began to savour the taste of his lover by running his tongue over the beautiful body he craved.

Theo started at Bobby’s jaw-line. He licked then nibbled gently at the flesh. He allowed his tongue to then trail down Bobby’s collarbone. He then paused to suck hard and leave a mark of possession on his Mate, safely out of sight of the rest of the world. Bobby cried out wordlessly, arching his body and holding Theo in place. Theo knew from experience that his Mate loved to be marked as much as he liked marking the younger man. The same experience allowed him to select carefully the places, enjoyable to them both, that would be hidden by Bobby’s clothes. Leaving the succulent morsel, Theo moved to be able to select another. This time, Theo’s goal was a raised cinnamon nub that lay in the center of a small, lightly-furred breast. He lapped the flesh first, feeling it harden more under his touch. Then he began to nurse at it, suckling contentedly as he gently fondled and squeezed the sensitive breast. He relished the mewls of pleasure the act engendered from his responsive lover. Bobby’s eyes were closed, his breathing harsh panting and his body arched into his lover’s touches. As Theo moved to lavish the same attention to the neglected twin nub, he ran his hand possessively up and down Bobby’s hips and flanks. Bobby moaned his appreciation, his hips beginning to thrust, blindly seeking relief for his straining erection. Moving lower again, after leaving a mark of possession on Bobby’s left breast, Theo rimmed Bobby’s navel with his tongue before thrusting his tongue in and out of the tiny indent. Theo smiled to himself as Bobby’s hips quickly matched the rhythm of his tongue.

“Roll over for me, Baby,” Theo commanded roughly, his self-restraint reaching its limits. He knew if he touched Bobby’s hard shaft, the younger man would come very quickly. As much as he wanted to tease the begging erection, he wanted to taste all of his lover before bringing them to mutual climax. Theo helped Bobby position a pillow under his hips, ensuring Bobby’s delectable globes were suitably positioned for his pleasure. Theo positioned himself between Bobby’s spread thighs. He licked slowly up each lightly-haired leg, from knee to buttock earning a groan that was as much frustration as enjoyment from the smaller man. Then he kissed each cheek tenderly.

“Theo, oh, Love,” Bobby panted as he felt Theo’s large, strong hands settle on each buttock and spread the cheeks apart. The exposed flesh of Bobby’s cleft was treated to a slow, languorous tongue bath. Theo’s tongue slowly moved towards its ultimate destination. Finally it was poised over the tiny rosebud that granted Theo access to Bobby’s body, to his most private place. First he kissed the puckered flesh, and then Theo began to run his tongue around, encouraging the flower to bloom. Finally he began to thrust insistently, erotically demanding the access he craved. As Bobby’s body opened to him, Theo moaned, sending shivers throughout Bobby’s highly aroused body.

Oh, Love, please” Bobby begged. The plea was demanding, yet so softly spoken, both seductive and submissive and it sent another insistent jolt to Theo’s groin. The older man’s own hard need was throbbing insistently between Theo’s legs. With a growl, Theo held Bobby both down and open and thoroughly tongued the young man. Bobby’s pleas and moans became incoherent as the slender man became completely ensnared by the coils of pleasure that his older lover wrapped around him. Bobby tried to thrust back on the moist invader, but Theo’s strength held him still.

Theo slowly leant back, his face flushed and his breathing reduced to shallow pants. He gently rolled Bobby onto his back to be able to see his lover’s face. He smiled exultantly at Bobby’s debauched, arousal-flushed appearance and the thick, solid shaft jutting needingly from the small thatch of pubic hair. He locked eyes with Bobby as he coated a single finger with lube. The finger slid with ease into the loosened, saliva-slick entrance. As he purposely moved the finger to start stretching the smaller man, Theo gently rolled the delicate ballsac, earning another moan from his Mate. As he massaged the lightly-furred sacs, Theo pressed a second finger into Bobby’s body.

Oh yeah, Baby” he growled as Bobby tried to push down on the welcome intruders and whimpered his need. “So good, Baby,” Theo crooned encouragingly to his undulating lover. “Gonna make you ready to take me, Baby. Make you nice and slick to take all of me all in that tight little hole. Gonna bury myself deep in your body.” Theo pressed a third finger into Bobby and the younger man cried out. He drew his knees up and out, displaying himself to Theo’s possessive gaze.

“Please, please,” he begged. “In me, in me now. Need you so much, Theo.” As he spoke, Bobby bore down on the fingers that crowded into his tiny passage, rotating and scissoring to open him to accept Theo’s large sex.

“So hot, Baby,” Theo panted. “So hot seeing you like this, naked, willing, needing me. Love to see you like this. Is this what you need, lover?” he asked, allowing the blunt head of his engorged penis to press against Bobby’s opening.

“Please.” The single word was a plea, a cry of surrender and also a demand. Bobby cried out with both pain and pleasure as Theo’s shaft penetrated the tight ring. Theo was well endowed and even after he ensured both careful preparation and Bobby being fully aroused, Theo couldn’t always stop the initial stab of pain for his smaller lover. However, Theo ensured the pain was quickly forgotten is a haze of pleasure. Lifting Bobby’s leg to hook over his right hip, Theo shifted his angle of penetration and began to pound Bobby’s sweet spot. Bobby’s scream of pleasure showing Theo was hitting his target. Theo knew his own climax was close and he used his lube-slick hand to pump at Bobby’s penis in counterpoint to his deep thrusts. Bobby’s hands were wrapped in the sheets, almost tying the young man down. Theo felt the all-over stiffening of Bobby’s body that heralded imminent release and then the young man was screaming as he came hard. Bobby’s release and the clenching of his channel tipped Theo over the edge and the older man roared his completion as his seed pulsed deep into Bobby.

“Love you, Baby,” Theo gasped as he kept some of his weight off the younger man.

“Love you, Theo,” Bobby said softly, smiling up at his older lover. He tugged at the bigger man, catching Theo by surprise. Bobby grunted as he felt Theo’s full weight on him, but kept hold of Theo. “I love to feel your weight on me. It makes me feel so cherished.” Bobby sighed, and then laughed softly as Theo rolled them expertly so that the slighter man was now on top.

“I hate to say this, Sweetheart,” Theo smiled up at his Mate.” But it’s getting late and we need an early start for you.”

Bobby sighed again and wriggled to mold himself tightly against Theo’s side. Using Theo’s shoulder as a pillow, Booby draped an arm across Theo’s stomach and inserted a leg between Theo’s. For a minute or two, the men were content to just hold each other as they settled comfortably into their initial sleeping position.

“Goodnight, Baby,” Theo whispered as he stroked Bobby’s back.

“Wish we could do this every night,” there came a sleepy reply. “Wish I always slept with you. Miss you…” Bobby’s voice tailed off as the younger man slipped into post-coital sleep.

“You wish?” Theo murmured, continuing the gentle stoking. Had Bobby realized what he had said? They still had separate apartments. Concern over their relationship creating problems in work meant they weren’t ‘out’ there any more than to Theo’s family. This was despite Theo having promised Bobby that they would tell his family after they were sure about their relationship. The months had flown by and still Theo hadn’t said anything. Bobby had always seemed content with the arrangement, or perhaps he just hadn’t wanted to challenge the status quo. They rarely spent two nights together, usually only when they had a weekend off. Theo was certain he had heard longing in Bobby’s voice. Perhaps he needed to call his sister Maria. Perhaps it was time for his family to know Bobby was his life-mate. Perhaps it was time to make their relationship known to his family so his lover knew the depth of Theo’s commitment to him. He glanced down at the sleeping man in his arms. He hated sleeping alone now, having enjoyed the pleasure of a warm, naked Bobby Crocker in his arms. He hated the empty apartment when Bobby wasn’t there. Tightening his hold on Bobby, Theo whispered, “Maybe it’s time for me to make this relationship public with the family, if you’re happy with that maybe we can make you more permanent here.” He softly kissed Bobby’s head and joined his lover in sleep.

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 awaitance 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 ferverant 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 non-chalantly. 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.

Zhang and I showed up at 8 sharp and rang the doorbell. Lucy greeted us dressed in a red kimono and barefooted, the robe barely reaching up to her mid calf. I had dressed comfortably, in just a pullover shirt and jeans and Zhang was still wearing the new clothes she had bought earlier. Lucy led us in and we all sat down. However, it wasn’t but a second before Lucy was back on her feet and kneeling by my legs.

“The Asian race in general has long used the idea of a geisha in their culture. You do know what a geisha is, right Dean?” Lucy said as I watched her remove my shoes.

“Yes. That’s when a woman is basically a total servant to a man, feeding and bathing and pleasing him sexually. Right?” I asked. I caught on to where this was going but didn’t want to seem over eager, so I played it very cool.

“Yes, roughly. As Zhang here can tell you, it is sort of becoming an outdated practice except for geisha houses. It used to be that a woman was at a man’s beck and call, but now, especially in Japan, they are becoming more modern and women are doing a lot more. Now the geisha would be consider like an escort here in America, or the method could be used when a wife wants to please her husband the extreme,” Lucy continued. She had removed both of my shoes as well as my socks and was beginning to massage my feet gently. I glanced over and noticed that Zhang was much closer to me now, apparently waiting on Lucy’s word before joining in.

“Ok, but that doesn’t explain why you are taking off my shoes. We aren’t even dating!” I said, still playing the dumb card.

“Both Zhang and I would like to thank you for getting her away from such an awful situation. So, for tonight at least, let us please you and service you in any way which you wish,” Lucy said, standing over me now.

“That’s very kind, but you don’t have to do that,” I said.

Zhang finally spoke. “No, we insist. Now please, stand up so that I can remove your shirt. Lucy will go get the food,” Zhang said. I did as I was told and stood still as I felt Zhang’s fingers slide under my shirt and pull it off over my head. The air was a little cold, but still good on my chest. Zhang took me by the hand and led me across the room to a much larger chair than the one I had been sitting in. She propped my feet up on some pillows and went to help Lucy get the food.

A minute or so later, both girls returned with a plate of sushi of all types, and a big bowl of rice. Zhang had also changed into a kimono too, hers a jade green that looked eloquent against her white skin.

Lucy and Zhang kneeled on both sides of me, the plate of fish resting at their feet. Lucy picked up a pair of chopsticks and a small roll of salmon, wrapped in seaweed.

“Now open wide Dean and enjoy!” Lucy said. She put the sushi roll in my mouth and I ate it, the taste being salty and rich but very delicious. Next, Zhang used her own pair of chopsticks to feed me a mouthful of rice, which was also quite good. The entire experience of having someone feed you was not like anything I had ever experienced - you don’t feel helpless, but at the same time it is a very empowering feeling to be fed by someone else and to feel that slight bit of special-ness. Both women were very graceful in their movements and it was quite arousing to watch their beautiful skin against their silk robes.

When I had finished eating, Lucy carried the tray away while Zhang led me down the hall. Lucy’s house was quite large, decorated in a mix of Asian style and modern art decor. It seemed to fit her personality perfectly - American raised, but hadn’t forgotten her roots. I followed Zhang down a hall into an exercise/spa like room towards the back of the house. to my surprise, the water in the spa was already churning and heated. The spa was set into the floor, not above ground like most are. I had just taken a spa on my vacation only a few weeks earlier, but this one was different. The water didn’t seem to churn like a normal spa would, and it appeared to be more of just a hot bath of sorts. The room was filled with the heat of the tub and a small set of heated stones sitting near the tub.

“Please, get into the tub and I will wash you,” Zhang said. I was a little embarrassed because I could feel my hard on growing some (this whole situation was extremely erotic, in a way I had never felt). Zhang must have sensed my embarrassment about my current state, so she turned around while I undressed. Stepping lightly into the tub, the water was very hot but felt very good against my skin. The air over the water was very fragrant, with the scent of oils and plant extracts mixed into the water.

I sank into the tub slowly, letting the hot water cover my skin. I felt my muscles relax almost completely, and I laid against the side of the tub. Zhang came over at sat next to me, a cloth washrag in her hand and a bucket of soap suds. Dipping her delicate, small hands into the soap water, she squeezed it out and then began to drub the cloth over my shoulders as I laid back and relaxed. I was at total ease, and when Zhang would finish scrubbing one part of my body, she barely had to push me and I would move to her exact whim, rolling around like a wet piece of pasta. The cloth she used to scrub my body was extremely soft, and felt wonderfully smooth on my skin as Zhang moved it back and forth.

When the time came for me to stand up so that Zhang could wash the backs of my legs, I gingerly stood up and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the hard-on she had given me. But to my surprise, she seemed to simply ignore it and act as if it wasn’t even there. Lucy had returned at some point during my “bath time” with a stack of towels. As I climbed out of the spa, refreshed and more relaxed than I had felt in years, Lucy was there waiting to wrap her towel around me.

“Now you have been fed and bathed, now we can REALLY show you how a woman, or in our case women, can please a man,” Lucy said seductively. The light from outside the room had shown through her robe slightly and I could make out her thin, muscular frame beneath the material. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I followed them into the living room area again.

Lucy and Zhang both sat down on the floor and motioned for me to do the same. There was a very large mattress like bedding on in the middle of the room that took up most of the floor space that we all sat on. Both Lucy & Zhang, acting together, gently laid me down onto the bedding and unwrapped the towel from my waist, leaving me naked (and hard), laying on the bedding. Zhang & Lucy then stood up and each removed their robes, revealing their naked bodies.

Lucy was very well toned, with a slight hint of a six pack for her tummy and muscular legs that were both graceful and clearly quite strong. Her breasts were a beautiful sight, a large B cup resting perfectly on her chest. She had put her hair down and let it flow over her shoulders like a long, beautiful river. Lucy’s pubic hair was neatly trimmed and as dark as the hair on her head. She looked statuesque in the light, a perfect specimen of a perfect body.

That’s not to say that Zhang didn’t appear to be flawless either. Her body wasn’t as developed as Lucy’s and seemed to be more of that like an elf or nymph would be - spry, nimble and petite, but also graceful and delicate. Her breasts weren’t as large as Lucy’s either, perhaps maybe just a larger A cup, but her nipples were quite beautiful. A very light shade of pink except for on the very, very tips, they looked like rose petals pressed against her ivory skin. Her hips also were not as full as Lucy’s, but still had a girlish flair to them that was very alluring. Her pussy hair was almost non-existent, save for a few sparse hairs just above her slightly protruding lips.

They wasted no time getting started. Lucy moved up to my chest and began to rub her hand over it. Lowering her thin lips to just below my shoulders, she gently began to kiss my chest. The kisses were very sensual, warm but dry and felt like fire sizzling on my skin. Her soft kiss sent shivers down my spine. I felt Lucy move her mouth down my chest, slowly dragging her tongue over and around my nipple, teasing it around in a little circle.

Zhang meanwhile was busy on her own. While Lucy was kissing my chest, Zhang had began to lightly play with my balls, running them over her fingers and massaging them with her nails. It tickled but felt amazing at the same time. One thing was for sure - these ladies knew how to please a man.

Lucy continued her kisses down my body until she reached my cock, rock hard and laying against my stomach, waiting for it’s share of the attention. Lucy put it in her hand and began to jerk me up and down very slowly, timing her rhythm with Zhang’s tickling of my nuts. Then at the same time, both girls put their mouths on my balls and began to suck them in gently into their mouths. Within a moment, I felt Zhang’s tongue snake from her mouth and begin to lick my sack. Then, coming from the opposite direction was Lucy’s tongue. Both girls were sucking and licking my balls while Lucy played with my cock. The feeling was beyond description. They kept at this for a few minutes and I felt at total ease, feeling the pleasure these two beautiful stars were giving me.

However, what almost caused me to blow my load on the spot was actually something that seemed to happen by mistake. I glanced down to watch them, and just about came as I saw Zhang’s tongue move accidentally into Lucy’s mouth. It was very brief, but it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy spotted me watching them.

“Did you like that Dean? Did you like seeing mine and Zhang’s tongue touch each other?” Lucy said seductively.

I could only nod in agreement.

“Well then, I think we have found an even better way to please you,” Lucy said. She glanced over at Zhang and the two girls looked at each other, communicating with glances and looks. Both then sat up onto their knees and pulled closer together.

I watched in amazement as Lucy took Zhang’s naked body into her arms and began to french kiss her almost forcefully. Zhang seemed a little reluctant at first, but then began to enjoy Lucy’s urging her on and returned the kiss with great fervor. Zhang wrapped her arms around Lucy’s thin waist and pulled her to her closer, their breasts crushing against one another. Lucy moved her free hand (the other being behind Zhang’s head) down Zhang’s trim tummy and began to slide a finger into her cunt, playing with it. Zhang jumped a little at this, mostly from surprise, but seemed to be greatly encouraged by Lucy’s stroking of her pussy.

Left on my own, but gladly enjoying the show, I began to stroke my dick, it’s hardness now unbearable as I watched the two Asian beauties put on a great performance. Zhang broke the kiss and lowered her mouth to Lucy’s left breast and started licking and sucking on it, gently and softly. Lucy threw her head back in silent bliss as the younger woman fondled her breasts. Clearly the more dominant of the two, Lucy pulled her hand from Zhang’s cunt and slowly pushed the girl down onto her back. Zhang spread her legs wide and pulled her pussy lips open as Lucy lowered her head to Zhang’s waiting snatch.

With obviously a lot of experience, Lucy wasted no time sticking her tongue into the young girls cunt and probing her most inner regions. Her face totally buried, Lucy would take her time moving around inside of Zhang. At first, her mouth and tongue would be wrapped completely around the girl’s sex as Lucy sucked on it, a loud slurping noise filling the air. Zhang liked this tremendously and began to buck her hips up and down off the ground, moving in time with Lucy’s sucking. To calm her down (it was tough to keep her mouth on Zhang), Lucy inserted her middle finger into Zhang’s cunt while she fucked her with her tongue. At the insertion of Lucy’s finger, Zhang began to moan uncontrollably, crying out in pure ecstasy.

Feeling like I would shoot my load at any second, I needed release. Walking up behind Lucy with my dick in my hand, I positioned my 9 inches of meat at her waiting hole. She was a little damp from all the excitement, so I rubbed my cock against her pussy to get it nice and lubricated for my entry. When I was covered in her juices, I slowly eased my prick into her. Lucy gasped a little, as she didn’t know I was going to be entering her, but pushed her hips back slightly to accommodate me and get more into her. I began small strokes in and out of her cunt and within a few thrusts I was buried inside of her completely.

Lucy had paused while I entered her, but now was working double time, her upper body licking Zhang out and her ass and thighs working against me. Lucy’s snatch was pretty open, although I felt a little bit of tightness that I guess meant she hadn’t been fucked in a little while. As I continued to pound away at her, Zhang’s moans grew louder and louder as she was on the edge of cumming.

“UUUNNNGGHHHH!!!!” Zhang moaned, bucking her hips up hard towards Lucy’s face as Zhang orgasmed, her chest and small breasts heaving up and down. Lucy caught most of Zhang’s juices with her tongue and drank them down quickly, trying not to miss even a little bit of her sweet pussy juice. Zhang calmed down after a minute or so and laid down on the ground, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Lucy looked back at me, her face shiny and sticky from Zhang’s juices, and squinted her eyes tight as I fucked her pussy. Lucy opened her mouth in small “O” shape and moaned softly as she too was on the verge of cumming.

However, I beat her to it. I felt my balls rise up some as a hot stream of cum shot through my cock and into Lucy’s fiery hot pussy. I squirted jet after jet of my sperm into her, feeling it go deep within her pussy and hit her inner walls. My orgasm triggered Lucy’s own and I felt her pussy lips shudder around me as she came as well, her inner muscles contracting around my dick tightly. I held myself inside her for a minute or so and then pulled out, the head of my shaft covered in juice.

We all rested for a moment, but Zhang, being the youngest of us, was more than ready to keep going.

“I see that Zhang’s pussy wants to feel your cock too Dean,” Lucy said. “Shall we introduce the two?”

“Of course. I’d hate to turn down an invitation,” I said, smiling.

Lucy took my semi-hard prick in her hand and led me over on me knees towards Zhang. Now it was my turn to lay down, so I followed Lucy’s instruction and spread my legs wide, holding my dick in my hand. Zhang stood up and squatted over me , her strong leg muscles flexing as she lowered herself towards my prick. Lucy wrapped her arm around Zhang’s waist and gently guided the girl towards me. Enjoying the tease before the set-up, Lucy would drop Zhang’s pussy just low enough to get the head of my dick in, but then raise the girl off slightly off of me. She did this repeatedly, each time slipping more of my meat inside of Zhang. It took a lot of strength on Zhang’s part not to just fall down on top of me, as this sort of up and down exercise had to be tiring. But she showed no indication of it being a problem, and in fact seemed to love it with each downward motion more than the last. Her body was glistening with sweat now and her hair was matted around her face as she rode me up and down slowly.

Finally, Zhang had lowered herself so that all of my prick was inside of her. She lifted herself off once more and then dropped back onto me suddenly. We both cried out in pleasure as I felt my rod run up into her like a missile and her tightness stretch around me. I wasn’t sure how often she had fucked, but she felt almost like a virgin as I pumped in and out of her.

Zhang ran her hands up and down my chest, resting them on my shoulders as she lifted her hips up and down and rode me, matching my upward thrusts. Lucy meanwhile had crawled between my legs and was again licking and sucking on my balls with her tongue as I fucked Zhang. I felt one of Lucy’s fingers move up towards my ass and felt the pressure as she slowly slid a finger into it.

I had never had that happen before, but it felt quite good to feel Lucy’s fingertip wiggle around inside my asshole slightly while Zhang rode my cock and Lucy licked my balls. Zhang lowered her head to my face and we began to kiss passionately, our tongues entwining within each other’s mouths. Her tongue was small and delicate but nimble and quick, as she explored my mouth. I could feel Zhang’s hot panting breath on my face and knew she was on the verge of another orgasm.

I grabbed Zhang’s ass tightly and pulled her back and forth against my cock as she rode me, the backwards and forward motion putting extreme friction against her clit and my dick. I was also just about to cum, so I was trying to cum at the same time as Zhang did, so that I could shoot my load in her as he juices poured out.

It was Lucy that got us both off though. Moving from between my legs to put her head on my chest, Lucy had great timing as she began to lick both of us off at once. When my cock was fully exposed, she gave it a quick lick and when Zhang crashed down onto my hips, Lucy’s tongue knew right where to find Zhang’s fully aroused and exposed clit. It only took two of these little tongue tricks to get us off, and Zhang screamed loudly as she came. Bucking deep into her, I shot my second, surprisingly stronger load into her, tightening my ass cheeks as I raised my hips from the ground, trying to stay as deep in her as possible.

Exhausted, the three of us lay there for an hour or so, catching our breath and fondling one another.

Lucy came with me as I drove Zhang back to her hotel room. I walked her up to her room and came in to make sure that everything was ok. Alarmingly, it was not. Sitting on her bed was a small package and a note. It was written in Chinese and placed atop the package. The girls had been in good spirits until they saw it on the bed, but then Zhang’s face turned a sickly pale white as she realized what it was.

“Oh no…Lao has been here…” she said.

“What is that? Has he done this before?” I asked, all of us stopped in the middle of the room staring at it.

“Yes. It is a bomb,” Zhang said coldly, her words stuttering a little as they came out.

My heart leaped into my throat. “A bomb? How did he get it in here? Why did he put it here?” I asked, my voice rising to a level of extreme tension.

“It’s his calling card of sorts. If you do him a disservice that he deems terrible enough, he will always seek revenge. Usually though, his notes tell why he did it and if we are lucky, how to stop it,” Zhang said.

“I’m not walking over there to get that note,” Lucy said, turning towards the door. “I’m calling the cops,”

“NO!” Zhang and I both said at the same time. We glanced at each other in puzzlement, as we both had different reasons not to get the police involved.

“Lucy, we can’t have this get out to the media. Lao may go to jail for the bomb but so will I for holding him at gunpoint,” I said. “I’ll go get the note and you girls read it to me,”

They both nodded in agreement and I began to cautiously walk towards the package. The note rested slightly on top of it, trying to show us that the note would not set it off. As I drew closer to it, I extended my shaking hand out and picked the note up off of the bed. Walking just as slowly back towards them, I handed Zhang the note. She began to read it in English:

“Mr. Simonds, allow me to explain my actions. Coming into my house brandishing firearms brought great disrespect to me and my business and for that, you must prove yourself a worthy adversary. I knew that you would be the one reading this because my men have followed you since you left my storefront two days ago. They also know that you are alone up there with Zhang Ziyi and another delicate Asian beauty, Ms. Lucy Liu. The package resting on the bed is a bomb. Open the packaging and examine the small box. It contains three wires protruding from inside, all but one of which are linked to a detonation device. The explosives beneath the detonation device are plastic C4 and are strong enough to destroy the entire floor in which you stand. Should you find the correct wire, the bomb will disengage and you will have proved yourself worthy to me as a business associate. Do not try to contact outside help, nor leave the room, because my men are watching your every move and can detonate the explosive remotely. Good luck.”

We all stood in silence for a few moments. Then, I finally spoke: “I got us into this mess, I have no choice but to try and get us out,”

Walking over to the package, I slowly remove it’s wrapping and set the black box on the bed. The note was right: there are 3 wires, a green, red and blue. On the face of the box is something that Lao neglected to mention - a clock counting down to the time before detonation. It read 7:00 and was quickly counting down.

“Ladies, please stay over there. I’m going to try and figure this thing out and I don’t want you near the impact in case it goes off. In fact, crouch behind that counter over there,” I said. Lucy & Zhang followed my advice and quickly moved behind the mini-bar and kneeled down, watching me.

6:00….

I stared carefully at the box, tracing the wires. The red and blue were on the same side of the box, but each came out of a separate hole and looped to the top of the box, where they reentered it. The green wire on the other hand, ran from the right side of the box over it vertically and connected inside below where the red and blue wires protruded from. It was quite confusing to look at and became tricky to trace where a wire started and a wire ended.

5:00….

Reaching into my pants, I pulled out my pocket knife and a small pen light that I had received as a gift back when I was still a child. Turning on the light, I shone it into each of the holes. The red and blue wires appeared to connect to a smaller black box inside, which lay just below the timer. The inner walls of the box were tightly packed with a gray, clay like substance that I could only guess were the explosives. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I recognized them. Rotating the box towards me, I shone my light into the hole where the green wire came out. It connected also to a small box, but where the red & blue wires ends disappeared, the green one’s went into another box, as if in a loop.

2:30….

Lucy and Zhang had come to stand behind me now, despite my instructions. When they glanced down at the timer, they began to panic. Screaming and yelling things frantically, Zhang began jumping up and down. Lucy tried to calm her down but quickly became upset herself. They began pacing back and forth behind me and I tried my best to ignore them. I think that brings this now back to where we started.

Glancing down at the timer, it read 1:15 and the seconds seemed to be screaming by like a train. Picking up my pocket knife, I had to decide what to do. The green wire seemed to be the obvious choice, but it seemed almost TOO obvious. And yet, between red and blue, which was the better pick? I decided to go with green.

27 seconds…..

My hand shaking almost uncontrollably, I took the green wire in my hand and slowly began to rub it back and forth against the knife.

14 seconds….

The plastic cut away and I cringed a little as the knife made contact with the wire. Flinching and tightening up my shoulders a little as I cut, I gave it one final tug and felt the blade cut through the wire.

My heart going a mile a minute, nothing happened. I slowly opened my eyes and glanced down at the clock - :08 seconds left. I relaxed for just a moment before suddenly the package began to beep rapidly. Running for cover, I dove behind the counter (Lucy and Zhang had already moved there, my guess is when I began cutting the wire). The package continued to beep but nothing happened.

Then, not a moment later and much to our surprise, the door to the room burst open and in walked Lao.

“Ahh, Mr. Simonds. Congratulations! You truly are a man of integrity. A lesser, cowardly man would have gone to the police right away. But you sir are a true warrior, willing to sacrifice yourself if needed,” Lao said, vigorously shaking my hand.

“Now, let us go celebrate our new partnership. Zhang may of course stay with you, as I am now sure she is in, how do you say, good hands. But we must make everything official with a celebration, come come!” Lao said, walking out the door. I glanced at Lucy & Zhang. They shrugged their shoulders at me and followed Lao out.

Catching my breath and trying not to have a heart attack from the fact that I almost got blown up, I put my knife back in my pocket and went to join the celebration. And what a celebration it was - Lao was a much more caring and fair man than I had first thought. True, he did have shady ties, but winning his respect meant the world to him and he now felt I was in his good graces.

Closing the hotel door behind me as I left the room on my way out towards said celebration, the package continued to beep incessantly, it’s clock frozen at :08.

“CHAPTER 19: Halle Berry”

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