The Big Time Pt. 04
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*Chapter 4: The Segue*
*7:34 pm. Thursday, May 29. Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.*
Joseph staggered into the dining room clutching a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. He stumbled into a chair at the end of the table and put his bottle down. “See? I’m here on time for this stupid thing. Where the hell is Sharon?”
“Yes sir. I don’t know, sir,” replied John. He neatly laid out the silverware on the long oval dining table.
Rosa backed out of the kitchen carrying two exquisitely prepared meals. She carefully placed them at each end of the table and then stood near the door to the kitchen. John pulled a lighter out of his jacket pocket and lit the two green candles standing in the center of the table. He almost began pouring a glass of wine for Joseph, but he decided he was just being redundant.
“Hey! Wine and Jack are always a good mix. Pour it!” ordered Joseph. John sighed and poured a small amount into Joseph’s crystal glass. “Keep pouring.” John filled the glass. Joseph took a big gulp of the wine, splashing some of it on the white tablecloth.
A few minutes later Sharon walked into the room. “Good evening John,” she said as she took her seat at the opposite end of the table from Joseph. “My my Rosa, this smells delicious.”
“Thank-” said Rosa.
“Good evening to you too,” snapped Joseph. “You’re late.”
“You’re on time. Did you run out of vodka before you could drink yourself silly?”
“As a matter of fact I did. But fuck the vodka. We’re supposed to have dinner together at least once a week. Let’s eat so we can leave each other alone to wallow in our own self pity,” said Joseph.
“You are so goddamn pathetic. What the hell did I ever see in you?”
“I can’t figure it out either. You don’t care about anything but you. No, I take that back. You care about yourself AND money. That’s it!” yelled Joseph.
“You should talk! The only thing that ever mattered to you was your work!” shouted Sharon.
“That’s not true,” said Joseph through gritted teeth.
“Oh please! Look at yourself! When you lost your job you acted like your life was over!”
The phone began ringing and John left the room to answer it.
“That was months ago. I can get a new job,” replied Joseph unsteadily.
“Nobody wants a forty seven year old incompetent,” Sharon shot back.
Joseph threw his wine glass at the wall in a rage. “Oh really. Nobody wants a forty five year old fat cow of a woman either!”
John reentered the room and cleared his throat as loudly as he could. The two fuming spouses turned their heads towards him. “I’ve found Michael.”
Sharon looked back at Joseph. “Good luck trying to find someone to replace me. Without paying for it, of course,” said Sharon as she turned and left the room. Joseph simply grabbed his bottle of whiskey and stormed out.
Rosa sighed and picked up the plates of food. “Always such a waste.”
John slowly sat down at the table. “They won’t be back in here any time soon. If they won’t eat the meal you prepared then I will. I’m starving.”
Rosa put the plates back down. “I suppose you’re relieved now that you know where Michael is?”
“You’re not?” said John.
“I was never worried about him.”
John sighed. “I’ve always loved your cooking.”
“So where is he?” asked Rosa as she blew the candles out.
“He’s staying at the Hilton in Los Angeles, suite 9035. One of their most expensive rooms from what I’ve been told.”
“Sounds like he’s done well for himself.”
“That’s not the half of it. It seems he’s been spotted alongside some famous faces,” said John as he put a carrot slice in his mouth.
“Like who?” asked Rosa, now substantially more interested.
“I’m not sure that you would know them. I had no idea who they were,” answered John.
Rosa put her hands on her hips. “Oh please, John. You know how much I love movies. Who was Michael with?”
“I don’t know, I can’t remember the names too well. One started with a ‘K’ I think. Kris, Kristy, Kirsten maybe? One of them I think was in those science fiction movies Joseph likes so much, Natalie something. The other one was Jennifer, um, Anderson, I think,” said John.
“Kirsten Dunst?! Natalie Portman?! Jennifer Aniston?! You must be kidding John!” exclaimed Rosa.
“Jesus you make me feel old. You know all of them?” John began cutting the chicken up. “And I’m not kidding. It was a dear friend gave me that information.”
“Who?”
“He’s the editor of the Arts & Entertainment section of the LA Times. He told me this in confidence so don’t go around advertising what I just told you.”
“That’s amazing that Michael knows those people. I have to get him to introduce me to them,” thought Rosa aloud. “When is he coming back?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t actually talk to Michael. But as long as he’s safe, he’s no longer my biggest concern.”
“Michael isn’t even his parent’s littlest concern,” said Rosa.
“Not much we can do about that, is there?”
* *
*7:12 pm. Katie Holmes’s house. Los Angeles, California.*
Ding-dong. Michael shifted, his arm falling across Katie’s bare shoulders.
Ding-dong. Katie’s eyes cracked open and she yawned.
Ding-dong. Michael stretched his arms and sat up. He turned his head and looked at the clock.
“Oh shit. I gotta go,” said Michael as he slipped off the bed and began getting dressed.
Katie sat up against the head board and covered herself with the blanket. “You do?”
“Yeah, a friend is supposed to pick me up at seven for dinner,” responded Michael.
“Do you really have to leave?” asked Katie.
“Yeah, I do. I made a promise that I would be there,” said Michael, buttoning his shirt. “If I hadn’t said the ‘p’ word, Katie, I wouldn’t leave, friends be damned.”
She smiled. “I like a man who knows how to keep his word.”
He finished tying his shoes and went over to Katie. “As long as you keep that blanket right where it is, my promise streak will stay alive.” Then Michael kissed her. She let go of the blanket and held his face with her hands. The blanket dropped, revealing her breasts and a hint of her bush.
“Far be it from me to break your streak,” said Katie with a grin as she released him from her kiss.
Michael cast a long gaze at Katie’s form. “Argh. You’re killing me Katie, you really are. But I really, really have to go.” Michael tore his eyes from Katie and began walking out of her room.
“Okay, Mike. Call me?” Michael turned his head to answer but found himself without words. She had grabbed a teddy bear and was holding it between her legs. It was just big enough to cover her breasts. Katie put her chin on the bear’s head and gave Michael a sweet and innocent look. The only response he could muster was a slow nod of his head. “Bye!” said Katie. With such a sight before him, Michael could not move. He covered his eyes with both hands and turned around. Katie giggled as Michael bumped and felt his way out of the room and out of the house.
7:35 pm. Hilton Hotel.
Michael jumped out of the limousine and entered the hotel. He walked quickly over to the bank of elevators and pressed the up button. After a few moments, the silver doors opened and he went in and rode it up to his floor. He jogged down the hall and opened the door to his room. Michael took a quick look around. Finding it empty, he undressed and took a shower.
Five minutes later, he was pulling on a pair of boxers. He began fixing his hair (otherwise known as running a handful of mousse through it) when he heard a knock. Michael rinsed his hands off and went to answer the door. He looked through the peephole and saw Kirsten’s face trying to peer through from the other side. Michael smiled and opened the door.
“You do know these things only work one way?” said Michael.
“I always think I’ll find the one that’s been installed backwards,” replied Kirsten as she stepped into the room. Michael closed the door and looked Kirsten up and down. She was wearing a very familiar little black dress and holding a shoebox and what appeared to be a suit. She had on a touch of makeup.
“You look great. Is that the same dress you were wearing on that Sunday?”
“Yes. I didn’t really get a chance to show it off last time. You’re wearing pretty much the same outfit too, except for the boxers.” said Kirsten. “So I figured I’d help you out a little bit. This is for you.” She held up the suit. “This is also why I’m late.”
“A suit?” asked Michael as he took it from her hands. He pulled the suit out of the plastic and examined it. “Armani? I can’t accept this.”
“You have to. We’re going to a pretty swanky place and you have to dress the part. Besides, I told you I’d get you some new clothes when you came out here.”
“You said a new shirt. An Armani suit is NOT a new shirt.”
“Would you just shut up and get dressed? I want to see if I have as good an eye for measurements as I think I do,” said Kirsten.
Michael nodded and headed towards the bedroom, Kirsten followed. He turned around and stopped her. “I can dress myself.”
“Fine, but I get to UN-dress you later,” declared Kirsten. Michael shut the door and began getting dressed. A few minutes later he held his hand out and asked for the shoes. Kirsten handed them to him and tried to get a peek but Michael shut the door too quickly. “Hurry up, I wanna see how you look.”
“Kirsten, you have an extraordinary eye,” called out Michael from behind the door. Then he opened it and presented himself to Kirsten.
Now it was Kirsten’s turn to cast a flattering gaze. “Wow. You look so sexy.” The dark gray suit fit Michael perfectly. Kirsten walked around him, admiring Michael as well as her handiwork. “I can’t wait to show you off.”
“Is that all I am? A trophy boyfriend?” said Michael with a laugh.
“Yep, got a problem with that?”
Michael pretended as if he was in deep thought. “No.”
Kirsten grabbed his hand. “Our reservation is at eight. Let’s go.”
Michael checked his watch. “We’re probably going to be late,” said Michael as they left the room.
“I’ll just have to drive fast, won’t I?”
“Allen’s not driving?”
“Nope. He’s not a full time bodyguard, I wish he wasn’t even a part time one. Simon is the one who hired him.”
“When was that?”
“A long time ago, I think right after I did ‘Interview with the Vampire’. He used to be around all the time when I was younger, but now it’s pretty much only when I’m not here in LA.”
They took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out into the warm night air. Kirsten fished a small set of keys out of her purse and unlocked her car with the remote. Michael looked towards the sound of a car honking and noticed Kirsten’s ride; a shiny metallic red Porsche 911 Carrera 4 Cabriolet convertible.
“Where were you hiding this car we were at your house?” asked Michael.
“I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t get a chance to show it to you. Hop in.” They both slid into the soft leather seats and Kirsten started it up. She pressed a button on the center console and the roof retracted into the back of the car. “Like it?”
Michael nodded. “Wouldn’t mind being seen in this car.” She pulled out of the parking lot and went towards West Hollywood. The place they were going to was called Le Dome, a French restaurant that was popular among celebrities.
Kirsten was not joking about driving fast. She weaved in and out of traffic like the Intimidator. “They don’t hold reservations if you’re late,” she said when she saw the uneasy look in Michael’s eyes.
“Even for someone like you?”
“I’m not Julia Roberts,” replied Kirsten. Then with a determined look at the road in front of her she added, “Yet.”
Minutes later they arrived at the restaurant. A red coated valet took Kirsten’s keys and she and Michael headed through the iron gates. The front desk attendant greeted them with a warm smile and motioned to a waiter.
“Good evening Miss Dunst. Your table is ready. Please follow me,” said the waiter. Michael and Kirsten followed her past the bar. Michael noticed the dome just above the bartender that apparently gave the place its name. He didn’t see any particularly famous faces in the crowd; he guessed that these were probably movie executives or producers. After they were seated, the waiter handed menus to them and asked if they would like anything to drink.
“Water is fine,” said Michael.
“Martini,” said Kirsten.
Michael browsed through the menu. “I don’t understand any of this.”
“Never took French in high school?”
“Taking a language and learning a language are entirely different things. What’s the French word for ’steak?’” asked Michael.
Kirsten closed the menu and put it down on the table. “Tell you what, I’ll order for us.”
“Alright, but no fish for me,” said Michael as he put his menu down.
“You don’t like fish?” Michael shook his head. “No fish at all?” asked Kirsten.
“Lobster, crab, shrimp, that sort of stuff is fine. Eating fish bugs me though. Reminds me of the guppy I used to have.”
“What was he called? W?”
“No, F.” replied Michael. “I was still near the beginning of the alphabet when I was five.”
“That makes sense.” The waiter came around with their beverages. He placed the martini on a napkin in front of Kirsten and a bottle of expensive water in front of Michael.
“Good evening, how are you doing tonight? The specials today include-”
“We’re ready to order. I’ll have the osso bucco with fettuccine and he’ll have the soft shell crabs,” interrupted Kirsten.
“Excellent choices, ma’am,” said the waiter as he wrote the order down.
“Excuse me, but I didn’t ask for this,” said Michael, holding the bottle of water up to the waiter.
“You asked for water, didn’t you sir?” asked the waiter, confused.
“Yeah, but not a bot-”
“Mike, that IS the water,” said Kirsten.
Michael lowered his hand. “Oh. Um, never mind.” The waiter smiled politely and left. “Apparently I have a lot to learn.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m more of a take out Chinese girl myself,” said Kirsten. “But I do enjoy the high life from time to time.”
“I’m sure you do if you can afford that Cabriolet.” Michael sipped his water. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why do some people call you Kiki?”
“It’s just a nickname that my family and close friends call me.”
“Oh.”
Kirsten noticed the disappointed look on Michael’s face. “Oh no Mike, it’s not that you’re not a close friend. You’re more than a close friend. It’s just, well, different between you and me.”
“Really?” said Michael with a hint of sarcasm.
“Of course really. I’ve never had a relationship like this with someone I considered a close friend, or even a boyfriend. You know, things have never moved so quickly between me and a guy,” said Kirsten. She put her hand on top of Michael’s. “But I’m glad that they did.”
“So am I, Kirsten. Meeting you has probably been one of the best things that ever happened to me.” They gazed into each other’s eyes for a few moments.
“So, what do you think of LA? Have you been having a good time?”
“Yeah, it’s an interesting place,” replied Michael. “With a lot of interesting people.”
“Like who?”
“I’ve met more celebrities than I’d ever thought possible. It’s actually really strange, there’s been a lot of weird coincidences.”
“Oh?” asked Kirsten. She sipped her martini.
“Yeah. One encounter especially. Are you close to Eliza Dushku?”
“We’re good friends, yeah.”
“Talked to her lately?”
“Not in the last few days. Why?”
“Well,” said Michael, scratching his chin. “Tom told me about a little encounter he had with Eliza. In Chicago actually.”
“I take it that he didn’t just get an autograph?” guessed Kirsten.
“That’s one way to put it. Another way is to say it is that he’s now Eliza’s bitch. Anyway, the other coincidence was meeting her on my way to LA. I had a stopover in Chicago and she happened to be on my plane. The seat next to me actually.”
“Did you get an autograph?” asked Kirsten flippantly.
“No, and if you two are good friends, I’m sure I won’t need to elaborate,” answered Michael. He sipped his water. “Is Eliza in the movie?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Does she have family in Chicago?”
“Not that I know of. She’s from Utah. What’s with all the questions?” asked Kirsten.
“She gave me a different story than the one she gave Tom. ‘Course, I had no idea at the time that she was lying and neither did Tom. I’d really like to know what her deal is,” said Michael.
“What exactly happened between her and Tom?” asked Kirsten.
Michael rubbed his chin. “Let’s just say that I’m a little scared of Eliza now.”
Kirsten smiled. “Good.”
“What do you mean, ‘good?’”
“Tom needed a little attitude adjustment. Eliza was perfect for the job,” said Kirsten.
“What job?” asked Michael. Realization crept over his face. “You mean you sent her? Jesus, you celebrities ARE weird.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be one of us soon,” said Kirsten in a faux evil voice.
“Ha, not bloody likely. Once Simon realizes just how much of a scrub I am I’ll be well on my way back to anonymity,” scoffed Michael. “So you just asked her to teach Tom a lesson? You didn’t ask her to do anything to me did you?”
“No,” said Kirsten innocently. “But that doesn’t mean she won’t.”
A little while later the waiter brought two delicately prepared plates of food to the table. He placed the soft shell crabs in front of Michael and the ossa bucco in front of Kirsten. “Another martini?”
“No thank you, just water please,” replied Kirsten.
“She’ll have another,” said Michael. “I’ll have a coke too.” The waiter took the orders down and walked away.
Kirsten looked at Michael. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Hey, you ordered the food, I’ll order the drinks.” Michael looked at his plate. “This is interesting.”
“Good too,” said Kirsten as she twirled her fettuccine with her fork.
8:48 pm.
Over a slice of strawberry cheesecake, Michael and Kirsten continued their first, official, unchaperoned date. The conversation ebbed and flowed like good conversations should. Michael was pleasantly surprised by Kirsten’s ability to stay sober. By now she had four drinks, and aside from being a little flush in the cheeks Michael could hardly discern that she drank at all.
“That’s what she said? Really?” asked Michael.
“Yep, Britney actually has a really dirty mouth. She even smokes now I think,” replied Kirsten. She spooned the last chunk of the dessert into her mouth. “I love cheesecake.”
“You sure do,” said Michael, noting that his dessert fork was as clean as it was when they arrived. Then he felt something poking his inner thigh. He looked down and noticed Kirsten’s bare foot slowly sliding back and forth. “I didn’t even get any.”
“I’ve got something much sweeter than that cheesecake,” said Kirsten as she put pressure on Michael’s cock with her foot. Blood was quickly rushing out of one head and into the other.
Michael roughly grabbed a waiter walking by the table. “Check. Now.”
“Yes sir, right away sir,” said the startled waiter. He hurried off to get the bill. Michael reached for his wallet.
“Hey! I took you out,” said Kirsten as she continued to massage Michael’s cock. “You’re not paying.”
“Yeah, right. I don’t care what you’re doing with your foot, I never let the woman pay.” Suddenly Michael winced in pain. “Okay! Okay! You can pay. Owwww!”
Kirsten smiled sweetly at him. “Good,” she said as she pulled a credit card out of her small purse.
We chatted about this and that for a few minutes and then I stood up, telling them that I needed to use the toilet. I quickly walked to the vantage point I had had before, hoping that they would take advantage of my absence once again. I wasn”t disappointed. His hands were all over her as they kissed each other passionately, his tongue probing between her lips. I couldn”t see beneath the table but I was sure that he had one hand between her legs, up her dress, feeling the dampness of her panties, and maybe more.
After a couple of minutes Jodie broke off the embrace to keep a look out for my return. I could see them discussing something but I couldn”t hear what. I made my way back again, trying to keep my breathing even, not wanting to let on what I had seen. This time I noticed that Jodie”s eyes were alight with passion. The arousal she was feeling was plain to see. I stole a glance at the prominent bulge in Garrett”s crotch and began to wonder how big his cock was, whether it was bigger than mine, whether Jodie wanted it.
Garrett stood up and told us that he was going to the toilet. As soon as he was gone Jodie immediately sprang up from her seat and said that she needed to use the Ladies. It didn”t take much working out to realise that they had planned this in advance. To meet somewhere else in the bar, maybe in the toilets, maybe in the alley round the back. They wanted to fuck each other while I sat down here in the booth waiting for them. The idea of it had my cock just about ready to explode but I was still fearful of the consequences. What if they were arrested? Although Garrett was no longer a star it still might make a juicy bit of scandal for the papers back home. Jodie would never live it down if all our family and friends knew what she had got up to.
“I think we should leave now,” I gripped her arm firmly to stop her following him. “You can do it in the hotel.”
“What? What are you talking about? Why should I go back to the hotel to use the toilet?”
“I wasn”t talking about using the toilet. I meant you can do what you were just about to do back in the hotel.”
“You mean..?” she faltered after a long pause.
“I saw you, both times, the kissing and groping. What were you going to do? Go into the Men”s room and fuck him in there?”
She paused for several moments, unsure what to say, whether she should admit it. Finally she answered.
“Yes. Well, I don”t know. Maybe. If we thought we could get away with it. You mean you want me to do it? To fuck him, back at the hotel?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“Let”s just look on it as playing the Fantasy Fuck game. You get to fuck your celebrity.”
“But what are you going to do? Stay here and wait? How am I going to ask him back to the hotel?”
“Leave it up to me,” I said.
A few minutes later Garrett returned to the booth. He was visibly disappointed, if not angry, that Jodie had stayed at the booth with me instead of following him. I wondered whether he thought my wife was a prick tease. He must have thought he had no chance of fucking her while I was around. He stood up by the booth and quickly downed his bottle of beer.
“Well,” he said when he had finished. “I guess I better be going.”
“Nice meeting you,” I said, giving him a firm handshake. “I know my wife has found it a most pleasurable experience.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied with a smirk. He had no idea that I knew what had gone on.
“Shame we left our camera back at the hotel. I know Jodie would have loved to have a photo of the two of you together. Say, why don”t I run over and get it? Our hotel”s only across the road. Oh no, you”re in a hurry aren”t you? Well, if you”re leaving anyway, maybe Jodie could take you up to our room on the way out and you could take a few snaps there. It won”t take a minute.”
“Yeah, I could do that,” Garrett said nonchalantly, although I could tell that he was very, very pleased that I had come up with this idea.
“What do you think, Jodie?” I asked.
“What a good idea,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as she stood up from the booth.
“Call me on my mobile when you”re done,” I whispered to her as she passed by to follow Garrett out of the bar.
I looked out of the window to see them walking across the street. Garrett had his hand on my wife”s ass as they hurried along, trying to get up to the privacy of the hotel room as quickly as they could. I sat on my own in the booth, imagining what would be happening up in our hotel room. I began to picture Garrett taking my wife”s clothes off, then kissing her, feeling the contours of her body, touching her in the most intimate of places, and finally entering her pussy and fucking her with his cock. My erection was throbbing inside the confines of my shorts.
I walked over to the toilets and locked myself inside a cubicle. I unzipped myself, pulled out my cock and jerked off, shooting spurts of cum over the toilet seat as I concentrated on the images I had seen before of Garrett groping and kissing my wife. After wiping myself off I got myself another beer at the bar and went back to the booth to wait for Jodie”s phone call. An hour later I was still there waiting. I thought that they would just have a quickie and be done with it, but they seemed to be taking their time. He must have been fucking her in different ways, different positions, forgetting about me completely. My cock soon grew hard again as I thought about what they were doing. About an hour and a half after they had left my mobile phone finally rang.
“Jodie?” I asked urgently. “Is that you?”
“Yes,” she said in a quietly satisfied voice. “He”s gone now. Why don”t you come up?”
I quickly exited the bar and ran across the road to our hotel. I used my key to open our room door and found my wife alone, lying on the bed, stark naked, her legs spread apart before me. She smiled at me with a soft glow of pleasure. I looked at her in anticipation.
“Well?” was all I could say.
“Oh Glenn. Thank you. It was wonderful. Just like I”d always dreamed of, for years.”
“Did he know that I knew you were going to do it?”
“Yes. Well, not at first. As soon as we came in the room he threw me on the bed and pulled up my skirt. He didn”t even take off my panties, just pulled them to one side and stuck his cock inside me. God, he fucked me so hard. It was incredible. It didn”t take long for him to cum and he wanted to leave, in case you came looking for us. That”s when I told him that he didn”t have to leave yet, not if he wanted more.”
I leaned over her prone figure and kissed her, my tongue probing into her mouth. There was a slightly bitter taste on her lips and I suddenly realised that she must have gone down on him.
“Did you suck his cock too?” I asked.
“Yes,” she nodded. “God. He was amazing. He came three times. Once in my mouth and twice in my pussy. Oooh, I can feel it still inside me.”
I looked down at the matted hairs of her bush, feeling drawn towards her pussy. I began to kiss her breasts, working down her body, planting my lips on her belly, until I reached between her legs. I ran my tongue along her groove, tasting another man”s jism for the first time. Jodie gasped as she felt me licking her most sensitive parts. She reached forward and unzipped me, pulling out my cock and gripping it in her fist. I pushed her further down on the bed and teased her sopping wet opening with the head of my cock. Then I thrust forward, ramming my cock inside her.
“Oh Glenn, yes – do it hard – fuck me hard – just like he did.”
I grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass and pistoned my cock in and out of her juicy cunt. I looked down at her tits, remembering the incredible sight of Garrett sucking on them back in the bar. I leaned down and gently took her nipples between my lips.
“Oooh yeah – go on – suck my tits – harder – like he did…”
I held both her tits in my hand as I sucked them, my buttocks bobbing up and down, driving my cock deeper into her. I could feel Garrett”s juices in there, sloshing around. There was something really dirty about that, dirty and sexy. Jodie gasped as my body went rigid and the first spurt escaped from my cock. She locked her thighs around me, drawing me deeper inside her as her hips bucked wildly against me. I groaned out loud, feeling intense pleasure as my semen mingled with Garrett”s, flooding her pussy with the cum of two different men.
When it was over we lay back side by side and kissed each other passionately.
“So, did you enjoy the fantasy fuck then?” I asked her.
“Uh-huh. You bet. I guess it”s your turn next. You never told me who your choice would be.”
“I don”t know. I never thought about it. How about you? Did you ever have any other fantasy men?”
“No. Not really,” she said, then saw the look of disappointment on my face. “Mind you, there”s one or two guys back in our neighbourhood that I”ve fantasised about before. They”re not celebrities, but…”
“Well,” I said with a grin. “That”s okay. I don”t see why we should be too strict on the rules of the game.”
“No. That”s right,” she grinned back at me as I cuddled up to her in the bed.
“Oh, and one more thing.” Stephanie walked over to the chair, bent over and picked up her soaked thong. “I’m probably not going to need this,” she said, adding, “but I think that you might like to have it.” John happily agreed, and moved his hand to take it from her, when she suddenly brought her hand between her legs, and rubbed the thong in the juices running down her legs, and rubbed it into her sopping pussy. John grinned as she then handed it to him, with her musky scent on it. Stephanie then leaned in and kissed John again. She pulled her face away from his and said, “Call me,” and sauntered back into the bathroom, swaying her ass for him, turning once to blow him a kiss, before she was out of sight. John grinned again, and looked at his hands. He held her drenched thong in on hand, and her cell-phone number in the other. Smiling, he unlocked the door, and said, “Bye, Stephanie.”
“Bye sweetheart,” she called back. John shoved the thong in his left pants’ pocket and the number in his right, opened the door and walked back to his truck. Turning the key in the ignition, he drove away. As he drove on the interstate, he didn’t stop smiling until he got home.
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“Author’s Note:”
“Hey, if you liked this story, say so by voting positively, and I’ll make some more chapters”.
After a few moments of struggling, Vince managed to yank her bra cups down. A shiver of lust ran through him as he got his first bare glimpse of Stephanie’s enormous rack. Her pink areolas were wider than silver dollars, and her puffy nipples seemed to be begging for some attention.
He squeezed her tits together and shoved his face against them, furiously licking and sucking the tips.
“Mmmmm, fuck, yeah!”
Stephanie shut her eyes tightly as her own father nursed on her breasts. Vince darted his tongue over her nipples, then showered them with delicate kisses. He considered sticking his cock between the big jugs for a solid session of tit-fucking, but he had other things in mind at the moment.
After a few more big slurps, he lifted his head.
“Get up. Get up!”
As Stephanie rose unsteadily to her feet, Vince pushed his pants to his ankles and sat down on the couch. His stiff fuckmeat pointed straight up towards the ceiling.
“Get on your knees.”
He saw the look of protest sweep over her face. Still feeling some modesty, Stephanie’s arms hovered over her chest to cover her exposed flesh.
“Wait, drop your arms. Better yet, take all that shit off first.”
She hesitated, but a stern glance got her moving again. Vince watched closely as his daughter slowly removed the blazer.
“Yeah, get that bra off,” he coached as Stephanie unhooked it, letting it fall off to the floor. She stood in front of him completely topless, her large, round breasts quivering lightly. “On your knees,” he said again.
Vince had done this enough times to know that even when the women feel ashamed at first, it always fades away. Eventually, their pride is replaced by their desire to simply get the whole thing over with. As uneasy as she appeared, he was confident that Stephanie would be no different than the others.
Sure enough, she sank to her knees, coming to rest between her father’s open legs.
–CH 5–
“I want to see your tongue on it,” he told her. “Just pretend it’s a big lollipop and lick it for me.”
Vince stared intently as she slowly reached out her hand and grabbed hold of his cock at the root. It was so thick that her delicate fingers barely seemed to come together as she wrapped her fist around it.
“Look at me while you do it. I want to see your eyes.”
Stephanie swallowed nervously as she looked up at her father. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and flicked it around the head of his dick.
“No, no, all the way. Start at the bottom and go all the way up.”
Understanding what he wanted, Stephanie began to lick her father’s cock. With slow, deliberate strokes, she repeatedly ran her tongue up the long shaft, making sure to keep constant eye contact with him while she did.
“Ohhhhhh,” he groaned. “Yeah, that’s nice.”
If Vince’s sanity wasn’t already gone, the unimaginable sight of his daughter lapping at his enormous dick might have chased it away for good. Of all the faces he’d seen between his legs, all the tongues he’d pressed his cock against, her’s was the last he ever expected to see. It filled him with a feeling of incredible power. If he could actually get his own daughter to do this, what couldn’t he do?
“All right, Steph. Time to start sucking.”
Vince knew she was no stranger to giving blowjobs, but surely none of them had ever been under these kind of bizarre circumstances. Stephanie’s eyes pleaded with him, but they both knew Vince wouldn’t change his mind. After a brief hesitation, she lowered her mouth over his cock and tightly closed her lips.
“Yeaaaahhhh! That’s it!”
Stephanie began sliding her lips up and down her father’s cock, taking as much of the shaft into her mouth as she could. Unable to suck the entire length, she slurped on the upper half while her fist rapidly jerked it at the bottom. She was improvising, Vince noticed, the sign of a skilled performer.
He put his hands into her hair and guided her head while she sucked him. Already knowing that he enjoyed it, Stephanie used plenty of tongue, rolling it around in her mouth as her father’s dick slid in and out.
“Ohhhh! My little girl is quite a cocksucker, isn’t she?”
Stephanie couldn’t answer him, not with such a big mouthful of cock. Instead, she used her free hand to start massaging his balls. They weren’t the size of grapefruits, as Vince often liked to brag, but they were certainly larger than average.
“Yeah, there you go! Now you’re gettin’ it!”
Vince leaned back against the couch, enjoying the terrific blowjob immensely. Stephanie sucked him hard, holding nothing back, surely hoping to end her ordeal by making him finish as quickly as possible.
But as good as her technique was, it was only a small part of the pleasure for Vince. His eyes were focused directly on her mouth as he watched his cock slide between his only daughter’s lips. His filthy enjoyment of the incestuous act was only matched by the incredible feeling of power and control it gave him to watch her do it. He truly felt unstoppable.
As he basked in the glory of Stephanie’s desperation, Vince felt his balls begin to churn. His large cock spewed cum like a fire hose, probably enough to impregnate an entire country. While Vince wasn’t ready to father a nation just yet, he was more than ready to empty his balls into his daughter’s mouth. He wanted Stephanie to swallow every last drop.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Don’t stop.”
Feeling his orgasm start to build, Vince took another tight grasp of her hair. He wanted to make sure she couldn’t get away.
“Ohhhh… ohhhhh, fuck, here it comes!!”
Vince stroked the shaft of his cock while he held Stephanie’s head in place, refusing to let her take her mouth off the tip. Finally, he jerked himself past the finish line and his cock began to erupt.
“Unnnhhhhhh!!!”
The powerful blasts shot free, hitting the back of Stephanie’s throat and rapidly filling her mouth. The massive load forced her cheeks to expand and, after only a few big spurts, streams of cum began to leak past her lips.
“Mullllllpppp!”
“Swallow it, Stephanie. Swallow it!”
With no other choice, Stephanie gulped down a mouthful of the warm cream. Cum continued to spray from the swollen cockhead, forcing her to swallow a second time. Then a third. The sound of his cum sloshing it’s way down his daughter’s throat was like music to Vince’s ears.
As the onslaught finally came to end, Stephanie took down another large gulp. Four big mouthfuls she’d taken. She wouldn’t be hungry for the rest of the day, Vince thought proudly. Not after the belly-full of cum he’d just given her.
Even by his own impressive standards, he knew he’d shot a lot of spunk. As he felt stream after stream leaving him, he regretted doing it inside her mouth and not on her face or her tits. That way, when he was done, he could have enjoyed the perverted pleasure of seeing Stephanie covered in cum.
Of course, there was still plenty of time for that.
–CH 6–
As Vince let go of his daughter’s hair, Stephanie fell backwards onto her butt. Her lips and chin glistened with the cum that had gotten away from her, and her chest heaved with her panting breaths as she tried to get some air. Vince watched as her big tits rose and fell.
“Come here,” he said. “Get up.”
Ever so slowly, Stephanie rose up off the floor and stood in front of her father. Without saying a word, Vince grabbed the inside of her thigh and shot his hand up her skirt. He cupped the front of her silky panties, rubbing back and forth while flashing her a sickening grin.
“Take ‘em off.”
“Daddy…” she protested weakly.
“Take ‘em off.”
With no other choice, Stephanie reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties. While she carefully stepped out of them, Vince lifted the skirt with one hand and licked the other before exploring her smooth mound.
“Oooh. Shaved, huh?”
Stephanie bit her lip as her father’s wet middle finger slid inside her. He finger-fucked her for a few seconds, and then began pushing his finger in every direction to feel the tightness of her hole. Satisfied at his findings, Vince withdrew and popped the finger into his mouth.
“Mmmm. Anyone ever told you what a sweet cunt you’ve got?”
Stephanie didn’t reply. Vince noticed that she was staring at his cock, her eyes raised in disbelief. His dick was still as big and stiff as ever. Even after that massive load he’d spent, it hadn’t gone soft. She probably thought it was over, Vince knew, but she had no idea what he was capable of. He was ready for more. Much more.
He rose up from the couch, his cock hanging obscenely. It was time to seal the deal, and he wanted to show Stephanie his favorite spot for a good session of fucking in the office.
“Get over by the desk,” he told her. Vince’s desk was the perfect height for sex, which wasn’t by accident. He had it built to his own personal specifications.
Stephanie complied with the request and walked to her father’s desk, stopping beside his pricy executive chair. With a swipe of his arm, Vince knocked several papers and a stack of pens off his otherwise uncluttered desk.
“Climb up there on your knees. On all fours.”
Vince saw another uneasy look come over her as it dawned on Stephanie that she was in for more. But she did as her father instructed and mounted his desk, resting on all fours with her ass pointed towards him.
Vince sat down in his chair and rolled it right up behind her, his upper body lined up perfectly with Stephanie’s extended backside. He pushed up her skirt, taking in the unbelievable sight of his daughter’s naked flesh.
A chill rushed through him. Vince had been watching Stephanie wiggle her round ass for years, the little cocktease. And now, here it was, practically being served to him on a platter. He softly spread her ass cheeks open, marveling at the tender, girlish pink of her most private areas.
“Ooooh, yeah.”
Unable to help himself, Vince leaned in and lapped his tongue across her pussy. Stephanie gasped, but the licks stopped almost as quickly as they’d started. Vince had simply wanted to moisten her up a little, and maybe get a taste of his daughter’s juices while he was at it. But this session wasn’t about giving her any pleasure.
Vince stood up from the chair and positioned himself behind her. Gripping his cock at the base, he methodically rubbed the head against Stephanie’s wet slit.
“You wanna feel this big dick inside you?”
Stephanie peered over her shoulder at her father, but didn’t answer.
“I asked you a question, Stephanie.”
“Wh… whatever you want, Daddy.”
Vince grinned. Those were words he liked to hear.
“Really? Whatever I want, huh?”
He put a finger into his mouth, getting it nice and slick. Then, without warning, he plunged it into the forbidden tightness of his only daughter’s asshole.
“Unnnnhhh!”
Vince pushed his finger back and forth, listening to Stephanie groan with discomfort. He was surprised at how easily it had slid inside her. Fucking her pussy would be nice, but this was definitely what he wanted.
“You ever been fucked up the ass, sweetheart?”
He watched her brown eyes widen as she looked back at him. She tried to turn around, struggling to get off the desk.
“Daddy… Daddy, no! You’re too big!”
“Oh, you’d be surprised what you can fit up there. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.”
Vince felt her resistance fade quickly, and he knew that the gravity of the situation must have hit home with her. Like it or not, she was about to get her ass fucked.
“Daddy, please! I can’t. Please, don’t.”
“Well, it’s up to you,” he said calmly. “You can leave here with nothing, or you can let me stick my cock in your tight little asshole. It’s your choice.”
Fresh tears began streaming down Stephanie’s face, but Vince knew she’d go through with it. They all did. Once they came this far, they couldn’t possibly quit.
“Good choice,” he said, not waiting for an answer.
Reaching into his top desk drawer, he pulled out a small tube of lubrication. He had done this enough times, right in this very spot, to be prepared for it. Vince squeezed some lube into his hand and smeared it over his cock.
“Ready?”
“No… noooo… Daddy, don’t!”
“Stick out your ass. Come on, be a good girl.”
Stephanie’s body shuddered as she continued to cry. Undaunted, Vince firmly pushed her upper body against the desk, forcing her ass to raise in the air. He quickly lined up the head of his cock with her asshole.
“Daddy, wait. Please… I… UNNHHHHHHHH!!!”
–CH 7–
Stephanie let out a deep bellow as her father’s cock rudely invaded her. Vince was briefly taken aback by the sound. His office was separated enough from everything else on the floor that he rarely had to worry about any noises that were being made, but Stephanie’s cry had been unusually loud.
“Relax,” he told her as pushed his cock in deeper.
“UNNNHHHHHHH!!!”
Startled again by the noise, Vince knew he had to quiet her down. With his cock far enough inside her, he reached up and took a tight grip of Stephanie’s head. He held her by the hair with one hand and cupped the other hand over her mouth.
“Relax,” he said again. “Don’t be so damn loud!”
With that said, he began fucking his daughter’s ass with hard, fast thrusts. As her tears flowed, Stephanie tried objecting to what was being done to her, but her cries were muffled by Vince’s hand.
“Mmmmppphhhhh!!!”
“Ohhhh, fuck, you’ve got a tight ass!”
“Mmmph, mmpph, mmppphhh!!”
Vince watched with demented glee as his monstrous cock slid in and out of her ass. He was actually fucking his own daughter. Hell, better yet, he was butt-fucking her!
There was something about invading a girl anally that Vince enjoyed even more than regular sex. It was more personal, more violating. Regular sex would come and go, but they’d never forget having their assholes stretched open by his big dick. He continued to pound her intensely, loving the hot tightness that was squeezing around his cock.
After taking it in her ass for a solid few minutes, Stephanie’s cries began to subside. Her head hung down limply towards the desk and she merely grunted as each thrust seemed to drive farther and farther up her butt. Vince took his hand off her mouth and began squeezing one of her tits as they bounced in rhythm to the fucking.
“Doesn’t that feel good, Stephanie? You like the way it feels up your ass?”
She remained silent with her head hung down. Vince yanked her hair and lifted her head, leaning in to put his lips against her ear.
“Come on, Steph. Tell me.”
“Ye.. yes,” she gasped, struggling to speak while the ass-fucking continued.
“Yeah? You like it up your ass, huh?”
“Yes.”
She clearly didn’t mean the words she was saying, but Vince loved hearing it anyway. He started working harder, going slower and more deliberate, trying to shove his cock as deep inside her as it would go.
“Unnnnnnhhh!”
“Yeah, you like that. You’re just Daddy’s little slut now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Say it.”
“I’m… ohhhhh! I’m Daddy’s little slut.”
“And you like taking this big cock in your ass?”
“Yes.”
Vince pulled her hair tightly as he continued his methodic pace.
“Tell me that you like it up the ass.”
“I like… unnnhhhh! I like it up the ass.”
“Yeah, say it again.”
“I like it up my ass, Daddy.”
Vince grinned. God, it was fantastic. He pulled her face to the side and began to obscenely lick her cheek and mouth as he continued pounding away.
“Ohhhh, yeah! ‘Fuck my ass, Daddy’. Say it.”
Knowing by now what he wanted to hear, Stephanie didn’t stop there. Through her gritted teeth, she began reciting whatever filthy phrases she could think of.
“Fuck me… fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my ass! Fuck me up the ass!”
“Yeaaahhhhh, thatta girl!”
Hearing those depraved words from his daughter’s mouth pushed Vince over the edge. All at once, he popped his cock out and yanked her down to the floor. Stephanie fell to her knees behind the desk as Vince rapidly stroked his meat.
“Ohhh, fuck! I’m gonna cum all over your fuckin’ face!”
He grabbed Stephanie’s hair and yanked her head back. With his legs firmly planted on both sides of her, he aimed his cock at precisely the right spot.
“Unnnhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!”
Huge ropes of cum started spraying wildly from the massive dick. Stephanie kept her eyes shut tightly as the hot cream began bombarding her face.
The first blast pelted her right on the bridge of the nose, splattering cum every which way. The second landed in her silky hair. The spunk continued shooting with no delay, hitting her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
In mere seconds, Stephanie’s face had been completely glazed with a thick coating of cream. Vince had cum just as much as he had the first time, if not more.
When his cock finally stopped shooting, Vince stepped back and surveyed his work. Gobs of cum were streaming down his daughter’s face, some hanging from her chin. Most of it splashed down onto her big tits as Stephanie sat there panting for air, still trying to recover from the assault her freshly-widened asshole had just taken.
Vince was satisfied. He had done it. His daughter had been broken and humiliated like never before.
He walked around towards the front of the desk, collected his clothes, and began to get dressed. Stephanie remained kneeling on the floor in what was starting to turn into a small pool of cum. As he finished pulling on his jacket, Vince took one last look down at her.
“Well, Stephanie… I guess you’re hired. Raw is in California tonight. The plane leaves at noon.”
Without another word, Vince zipped his pants and walked out of the office.
–CH 8–
A few moments after he left, Stephanie began to slowly rise up off her knees. Still dripping with her father’s cream, she walked on wobbly legs towards his private office bathroom and flipped on the light.
Taking a washcloth off the rack, she ran it under warm water and began to wipe the cum off her face. After a few passes, she looked up at her reflection in the mirror.
All of a sudden, a sneaky little smile spread across her face.
“And people say I don’t know how to act.”
Her father’s antics hadn’t caught Stephanie off-guard in the slightest. She knew all along what she’d have to endure in order to get her job back. Vince said it himself, he’d used sex on plenty of other women over the years. Like many people in the company, Stephanie had heard the stories.
But more than anything, she knew her father well enough to know that there was nothing he loved more than breaking someone’s spirit. That’s how he got off, by making them do something against their will.
She also knew all too well that Vince’s mind was sick enough to want the same thing out of his own daughter. So in the pursuit of her own goals, she played along and gave him what he wanted. The crying, the begging. The shocked eyes, the whimpers. The halted, uneasy speech as she echoed whatever dirty thing he wanted to hear.
She’d been ready from the moment she walked into the office. She’d purposely worn a low-cut blazer to flash some of the cleavage that she’d caught her dad peeking at from time to time. She’d even been working with sex toys to prepare her asshole, fully anticipating that he’d want to butt-fuck her above all else. Word tends to get around when you screw as many women as Vince does.
Not that Stephanie was comfortable with the idea of doing such things with her father. Far from it. But she knew her worries would be soothed as soon as her hefty paycheck started rolling in again.
She had played Vince McMahon like a fiddle. She’d stopped at nothing to get what she wanted, and she felt good about doing it. As she took another glance in the mirror, Stephanie couldn’t help giving a little smirk of her own.
“Maybe being like my father isn’t so bad after all.”
THE END
Stephanie licks her lips and smiles, “Show me… what you did… to my mother…”
“Well first I slowly unbuttoned her blouse pushing it off her shoulders” Michelle says softly as she slides her hands over Stephanie’s breasts “Then I lifted her breast out of her bra and started sucking on it real slow”
Stephanie moans as Michelle’s hands dance over her breasts, “What… else did you do… to her…”
“I took her bra off and slid her skirt down sliding my fingers inside her wet pussy she was moaning before I could get her skirt off baby… Steph… why are you so interested in this?”
Stephanie sits up a bit and pulls Michelle’s head close to hers, “You better not tell anyone this… but I love my mother… and I want her.. but can’t have her… if you tell anyone… I’ll make your life… a living hell…”
“Okay………” Michelle says softly almost shaking from fear after seeing the look in Stephanie’s eyes “Does Hunter know about this?” Michelle asks pressing her back down on the bed moving her hands up and down her chest and between her breasts.
“No…” Stephanie puts her hands on Michelle’s, “And he better not know… you understand me?”
“Yes of course” she replied moving to lean down and kiss Stephanie’s stomach moving to softly lick her stomach licking up ward to circle her breasts
Stephanie moans as she reaches down to play with Michelle’s head, “You’re a lucky bitch… you’ve gotten to one of my desires…”
Michelle looks up “I intend to discover everything about you Stephanie” she says moving to gently spread her legs letting her tongue quickly move over her pussy opening using two fingers to spread it open before licking inside.
“If… Hunter… wasn’t here… you’d… learn everything… you ever… wanted to know…” Stephanie whimpers as Michelle’s tongue probes around inside her pussy.
Michelle turns to Hunter who seems to either have passed out or fallen asleep “Baby…I don’t think he’s going to be listening in anytime soon…so tell me Stephanie…what are your dirty little secrets?”
“I’m… a total… nympho… I… can’t go a day with out sex… I don’t care who I have to fuck…” Stephanie licks her lips, “I’ve… done every body in the WWE…”
“Well maybe I can help you change that……..be your exclusive sex assistant…” Michelle moves to whisper in her ear “you can tie me up and lick my nipples mmmm they are waiting for your tongue baby…..my pussy is aching for your fingers and then that talented little tongue of yours….damn Stephanie you could make me moan every day.”
Stephanie smiles at Michelle, “You want to be mine? You think… you can keep up with a McMahon? Sure you had my mother… but I’m different.”
“Is that all your dirty little secrets Steph?
“No…” Stephanie smirks, “But if you want to learn my secrets… you have to make me cum harder than Hunter does…”
“You know I am always up for a challenge” Michelle kisses her deeply as she pushes her back on the bed. She then kisses her throat before heading to her neck and shoulders.
Stephanie moans, “Mmm baby… kiss me every where… let me feel your lips…”
“You ever been dominated Stephanie?” Michelle asks sitting up so she can see and hear Stephanie’s answer
“Hunter doesn’t really want to do that but yes I have wanted to try it”
Michelle smiles leaning down to kiss the top of her breast “Then tonight is your lucky night baby”
Stephanie moans and smiles, “You’re going to make me your bitch Michelle?”
“You are exactly right Stephanie…” moves to lick her nipple taking it on her mouth and sucking hard even biting it once in a while as her other hand travels down over her body.
“Mmmm can’t wait to see what you do to me…” Stephanie says as she moves her hands place them on Michelle’s shoulders. Stephanie gently rubs them as she wraps one leg around her lover’s legs.
“So I have to make you cum harder then he does?” she asked sliding a finger down Stephanie’s slit.
“Yes” Stephanie whispers as she begins closing her eyes
“You forget Mrs. Helmsley… I have the secret weapon…”
“What’s that?” Stephanie quietly asks as Michelle traces her finger up and down her slit.
“I have slept with your mother…” Michelle says right before slamming her tongue deep inside Stephanie’s wet pussy.
“Oooo… that’s it… tongue fuck me with that long tongue…”
“Exactly how I did your mother Steph… by letting my tongue get her pussy so wet…”
Stephanie tugs on both of her own nipples, “Ohhh lick my like you did my mommy…”
Michelle smirks a bit as she hears Stephanie call her mother mommy.
“Beg for it…”
“Please Michelle… tongue fuck me…. lick my wet pussy…”
“I was between her legs Steph…rubbing my tongue against her slit” Michelle pushes her tongue inside her pussy, driving it so deep that Stephanie arches her hips and presses her pussy against her face.
“Ahhhh…” Stephanie cries out softly as she bites down on one of her fingers. Michelle looks up at Stephanie’s face as she brushes her tongue around inside of the McMahon’s pussy. Stephanie rotates her hips a bit to try and get more of Michelle’s tongue in her pussy.
Michelle puts her hands under Stephanie’s ass lifting her up to her mouth trying to lick everywhere inside her pussy and around her slit. “Come on baby…..scream for me just like your mommy did.”
The mention of her mother sends Stephanie over the edge and she scream, “Oh mommy!”
Stephanie reveals that she was imagining that her mother was eating her pussy. Michelle laps her tongue around Steph’s pussy, collecting her juices before looking up at her, “Were you thinking about your mother?” Michelle smirks.
“I need to calm down Michelle”
“So did I make you cum harder then you know who?” she asked moving to kiss Stephanie softly before laying next to her and gently rubbing a circle around her breast with her finger.
Stephanie smirks, “You cheated… but yeah you did…” Stephanie kisses Michelle and sucks on her long tongue for a bit.
“Don’t tell me a McMahon has never cheated. So tell me Stephy what are your sordid secrets baby… and do I have to share you with him anymore?” Michelle asked glancing at Hunter.
“I may share you with him… you seemed to love his cock in your tight pussy…” Stephanie grins. “And if you want to know a secret… I once went to a WCW event… and I fucked the entire NWO…”
“Mmm…. you horny little slut” Michelle teases as she tug on her tit with her fingers “So Stephanie what’s your secret most erotic fantasy… that doesn’t involve Linda” Michelle asks.
“Mmmm… It’s me… being used like a slut… but all the divas… you… Trish… Lita… Candice…” Stephanie moans softly as she says Candice’s name.
“Do you like Candice?” Michelle asks moving to stroke Stephanie pussy lips rubbing them slowly “I want you again Stephanie.”
I love Candice… she has so much potential…” Stephanie moans but she takes Michelle’s hand away from her pussy. “Michelle… I have a fantasy… that I want you to help me with…” Stephanie gets up from the bed and takes Michelle’s hand. She leads her onto the balcony that is over looking the town they are in. Stephanie breathes in the night air deeply and looks at Michelle, “Ever fucked on a balcony?”
“No, at least not till right now” Michelle says walking up to Stephanie “So Stephanie…. you want to be used like a slut? Well show me how good you can suck my tits.”
“With pleasure…” Stephanie cups both of Michelle’s tits and lowers her head on to them. She slides her tongue all over each breast, giving a coating of her saliva. Stephanie then presses Michelle’s tits together and spits on time before closing her mouth around one of Michelle’s large nipples.
“That’s it slut come on … do my tits and then maybe I will reward you.” Michelle slips her hand down and starts fingering Stephanie’s pussy.
Stephanie moans around Michelle’s large breast as she sucks on it. She moves one hand down Michelle’s body and presses her palm against Michelle’s pussy and begins rubbing it softly. Stephanie switches over to Michelle’s other tit and looks up into her eyes with a burning lust in her own.
“Did I tell you to touch me down there?” Michelle asks grabbing Stephanie’s hand and bringing it to her mouth kissing the back before moving on to suck on each one of Stephanie’s fingers. Michelle sits down on the balcony leaning back on her arms smiling as she opens her legs “Come on slut get down here and suck my pussy.”
Thought you’d never ask…” Stephanie smiles as she lies down on her stomach in between Michelle’s legs. Stephanie puts her hands on Michelle’s thighs as he brings her mouth to her pussy. Stephanie kisses Michelle’s slit, then slides her tongue up and down against it slowly.
“Oh yeah your such a good little slut push that tongue inside of me” Michelle moves to pinch her own nipples “Come on Stephy… ” Michelle whispers as she spreads her legs wider apart. Stephanie sticks her whole tongue into Michelle’s pussy and wiggles it around. Stephanie then moves one hand and pushes two fingers into Michelle’s pussy as well, and begins pumping them in and out with her tongue.
“Does talking dirty get you hot slut………when I tell you to fuck my pussy…mmmm yeah just like that oh yes Stephanie do it baby you are so damn horny aren’t you baby?” Stephanie doesn’t verbally reply, instead she moves her free hand when Michelle arches her hips a bit and sticks two fingers into Michelle’s asshole. Stephanie takes the fingers out Michelle’s pussy and reaches up to shove them in her mouth so Michelle can taste herself as she rides Stephanie’s fingers.
Michelle licks Stephanie’s finger clean moaning her name as she climaxes. Her orgasm moves rapidly through her body and Michelle almost arches upward. Michelle then slowly she rolls over and pins Stephanie to the ground by straddling her.
“Now it’s my turn,” she says before lowering her head to bite Stephanie’s nipple.
“Ouch…” Stephanie says in a bit of pain from how Michelle bites her nipple. “Better make me cum good…” Stephanie then says with a smile on her face. “I want to explode…”
“Sorry baby… it’s just that sometimes I get a little rough. Let me take care of that for you.” Michelle begins to tenderly suck on her nipple while her hand slides down to gently spread her open and to press a finger against her slit.
“Ahhh Michelle… suck my tit… play with pussy…” Stephanie moans softly as she cups her other breast with her hand. Stephanie twists her own nipple and tugs on it when she feels Michelle’s finger slide into her pussy.
“You know Stephanie since I know your little secrets I could definitely use them to my advantage,” Michelle says as she runs her finger up and down Stephanie’s pussy while she moves to lick the area between her breasts.
“Mmmm use them baby… use them…” Stephanie whimpers as she licks her lips. Stephanie starts breathing rather quickly as Michelle’s finger starts moving faster over her sweet spot.
“Oh did I find Mrs. Helmsley’s spot the one that makes her scream and thrash around. The one that when I touch it makes her body arch and respond?” Michelle asked adding another finger and rubbing the spot quickly before starting to thrust her fingers in and out.
“Ahhhh ohhh yesss!” Stephanie replies as she arches her hips first, then her whole body wanting more of Michelle’s fingers inside of her. Stephanie’s moves one hand to her mouth and lightly chews on a finger nail. “Ohhh don’t fucking stop…”
“I don’t intend to baby…oh yeah that’s it show me how hard you cum Stephanie how hard I make you cum… forget about Hunter think about my fingers in your soaking wet pussy sliding in and out…”
“Ahhh… ahhh ahhhhhhh Michellllllle!” Stephanie cries out as she arches her entire body sharply as she cums hard on Michelle’s fingers.
“That’s it Steph…oh yeah your pussy is so good… I love watching you cum the way you look gets me so turned on baby,” Michelle smiles at her.
Stephanie collapses hard on the balcony, almost passing out, but remains awake. “Oh my god…” Stephanie is breathing hard and fast as she tries to compose her self. “Between you… and Hunter… oh fuck… I’m… I’m so fucking satisfied…” Stephanie licks her lips and then smiles, “Hey… let’s go wake up Hunter…” Stephanie takes her hand and crawls back into the hotel room with Michelle behind her. The pair of them crawl over to Hunter and Michelle moves quickly lick the tip of Hunter’s limp cock. Michelle then kisses the inside of his legs before smiling at Stephanie and once again licking the tip this time harder.
Stephanie smiles back at Michelle before she begins licking the sides of Hunter’s cock. Occasionally she would lick Michelle’s cute nose. Hunter starts to stir a bit and when he opens his eyes he smirks a little.
“Oh yeah… now this is a wake up call…”
“Well now that were sure your awake… it’s to for the game to play… a little game,” Michelle says as she moves to straddle him, His cock slips easily inside of her “I want you to finger Stephanie while I ride you…. understood?”
“No problem…” Hunter smirks as Stephanie stands up. Hunter moves a hand between her legs and shoves three fingers into her dripping snatch. Stephanie moans and grabs onto Michelle and the back of the chair Hunter is sitting on as Hunter quickly moves his finger in her.
Michelle starts to move up and down on Hunter’s cock. “Oh yeah that’s it spread those pussy lips open so I can watch” Michelle commands as Stephanie slides her fingers down to open herself and Michelle moans at the sight.
Hunter constantly looks back and forth from Michelle to Stephanie. He leans his head forward and sucks on Michelle’s tits really hard. Hunter takes very careful care to keep his fingers moving in and out of Stephanie who is squirming as she tries to keep her balance.
Michelle slides her fingers through Hunter’s hair holding his head right there at her breast “Ahhh yes Hunter suck my tit baby make Stephanie watch while your mouth seduces my breast.”
Stephanie’s eyes lock on her husband’s mouth sucking on Michelle’s tits. She gets that familiar sneer she does when she’s angry, but this time it’s because she’s filled with lust. “Suck that tit Hunter… milk it your mouth…” Stephanie moves one hand and grabs Hunter’s wrist to make him drive his fingers in and out of her cunt.
Michelle is almost about ready to go over the edge when she feels Hunter bite her nipple gently and she cries out cumming hard while Hunter moves his fingers faster in and out of Stephanie until she screams his name and gets her own release.
Hunter feels Michelle’s pussy tighten around his rock hard cock and with his free hand to push Michelle off his cock. He reaches over and grabs Stephanie and makes her kneel next to Michelle. “Suck me off bitches…”
Stephanie moves to take his cock in her mouth while Michelle smiles sneakily and moves to lick his balls, rubbing her tongue against them.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Hunter says as he does the old DX crotch chop, “Suck it!” Michelle gently bits his balls using her tongue to caress them while her hand sneaks over to pinch Stephanie’s nipple and to begin to tug on it.
Stephanie slobbers all over Hunter’s cock and moans as Michelle tugs on her tit. “Ahhh yeah…” Hunter moans as he grabs her head to pull it from his cock. Stephanie knows her husband is going cum so she wraps a hand around his meat and pounds it until he cums on her face. Stephanie moans and smiles as he warm spunk splatters on her. Hunter looks at Michelle, “Lick it off… and kiss her… like she did to you earlier.”
Michelle slides her tongue out licking all over Stephanie’s face paying special attention to her lips before slipping her tongue inside of her mouth. She loves the tasting all of Hunter’s release and moves her hand to Stephanie’s hair gently tugging her closer so she could deepen the kiss.
Stephanie slides her tongue into Michelle’s mouth to play with her tongue. Hunter smirks down at them before he pulls her up to kiss him. Stephanie kisses him back and strokes his hair. Hunter breaks the kiss and smirks at her, “Thanks for the present Steph…”
“Baby you don’t have to thank me for doing something that I definitely wanted to do right Michelle?” Michelle smiles looking at them
“Oh this was something I definitely wouldn’t mind doing again whether he has the title or not” she says moving to kiss Hunter before placing a kiss against Stephanie’s lips.
“The Game won’t ever be over baby…” Stephanie smiles and kisses her back.
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