Christina’s New Bassist
Jack finished his solo with a little flourish. A funky run he knew those hip hop types loved. He hated showing off, but if it got him this gig, then he was willing to play fancy.
He’d been struggling as a bassist for the last few years; floating from gig to gig, trying to make a name for himself as a jazz player. He’d done a couple of sideman slots on some second rate albums, but wasn’t satisfied with any of them. He’d been shopping a demo he’d made to several of the smaller jazz labels without any luck. A drummer he knew casually set him up with this audition for Christina Aguleria’s band and he’d been more than happy for the opportunity. This gig, if he got it, paid thirty-thousand dollars for three months work and would pay all his rent and bills for a year. The money was too good to pass up.
“Would you mind playing a little more?” The manager asked him.
“Sure. What you wanna hear?”
“Maybe something a little more jazzy.”
‘OK,’ he thought. ‘You want jazzy? I can do that.’
He launched into one of his own pieces. A mid tempo number with a lot of changes. It was incredibly easy to play on an electric bass, as he didn’t have to reach for notes like he did on his upright.
He pounded away, playing the song the way he would if it was his gig, and not some audition for a pop singer he’d yet to see and a couple of starfucker management types.
As the last notes faded from the amplifier, Jack knew he’d done well. Screw that, he’d done great. He was head and shoulders above the other idiots who’d turned out. He just hoped that they’d seen that too.
“Thank you. What’s your name again?” Forgotten so soon?
“Jack. Jack McAllister.”
“Thank you, Jack. Would you mind waiting around with the others while we make a decision?”
“No problem.” He lifted his bass from his shoulders and went to one of the empty chairs next to the other wannabes. He looked at his competition and a worry entered his mind. All of these guys couldn’t hold a candle to his chops, put they all had style in spades; something he was sorely lacking.
They were all wearing the right clothes. They had the right hair. Walked the right way. He shook his head. This was a pop gig. Why hadn’t he dressed up? They weren’t going to hire a music geek.
Jack suddenly felt self-conscious. His glasses and clothes screamed, ‘Dork!’ Oh, well. If he ever got a chance like this again, he’d be sure to wear something besides clothing he’d bought at the Goodwill.
The fat guy who’d introduced himself as Buddy or some shit like that, stood and faced the group of eight guys.
“Gentlemen, first of all thank you for your time. It was a difficult decision, but we’ve decided to go with Mr. McAllister for this tour. Thanks again for coming out. Please help yourselves to any food and drinks before we close up shop.”
The other cats looked crestfallen. Jack couldn’t believe his luck.
‘No fucking way,’ he thought, the vision of paid bills dancing in his head. ‘I don’t know why they picked me but I sure as hell ain’t gonna argue.’
The rejects stomped off, leaving Jack alone in the chairs, stupidly clutching his bass, unsure of what happened next. Buddy came over and Jack stood.
“Welcome aboard,” Buddy said, shaking Jack’s hand vigorously. “You’ve really got some chops. Christina loved it.” Jack was confused. She wasn’t here. He’d looked around before he’d gone on and hadn’t seen any sign of her. The manager smiled and gestured to the mixing board.
There was a blond woman, not much taller than the mixer. Was that her? Damn she was tiny. Maybe five feet tall at best. She waved and started over to where they were standing.
“That was tight, man.” She said, bouncing on her heels. “You can play the shit out of that thing.” He smiled and was unsure of what to say to her.
Ok. Time to come clean. Truth be told, he owned her records. They were a guilty pleasure and he loved the fact that she actually had a voice, not some studio engineered vocal chords. Not to mention she was fucking gorgeous.
“I guess you’re not much of a talker, either.” She said, laughing at the pregnant pause.
“I’m sorry. I’m just shocked I got the gig.” ‘Way to be, moron’, he thought. ‘Introduce yourself.’
“Sorry. I’m Jack. Nice to meet you.”
Her hand looked like a child’s in his. He had to be at least a foot taller than her.
“Cool,” she said, politely ignoring his stupid rambling. “Rehearsals start tomorrow at eight-thirty. You good with that?” He nodded his head. Hell yeah it was all right. For thirty g’s he was pretty amiable to any situation.
She said goodbye and bounded off, leaving him staring at what he realized was one tight little body. Work was gonna be good.
Rehearsals took up most of the month. After he’d deposited the check, he practically floated into the bank, he’d gone out and gotten pretty drunk, marveling at his own good fortune. He’d woken up at six when the alarm had shocked him from sleep, reminding him that you had to earn thirty thousand dollars.
They’d practiced twelve hours a day, six days a week for that month. The charts weren’t very difficult, so he’d spent most of his time watching his new boss.
Christina wasn’t there for the first two weeks, owing to the fact that she was mixing her new album. But, boy, when she showed up, you knew it.
She dove right in to rehearsals and sang like she was in front of twenty-thousand people. Jack was positioned to the right of the drummer, so he had a perfect few of her ass as she sang. ‘It’s totally harmless,’ he thought to himself. ‘Millions of guys check her out, I’m just one more.’
They’d gotten the set perfected and they spent the last few days with her and her choreographers. She had a team of guys directing her every move during the show. Jack was fascinated by how much went into pop shows. There was so much moving around to remember. Stand here until this happens. Then move over here so your ass doesn’t catch fire when the pyro goes off. It wasn’t the kind of thing he thought he’d ever get used to.
The night before the tour was supposed to kick off, Christina invited everyone in the band to her house for dinner and drinks.
Her place was huge. It was this steel and glass monstrosity up the hills, with a view of everything. Jack was sure he’d never eaten so well in his life. He gorged on food and soon found himself wandering around, not really in the mood for conversation.
There was a plasma tv, bigger than his front door hanging on the wall in what he guessed was the living room. After staring enviously at it for a while, he noticed the baby grand in the corner.
“Damn,” he said to no one. “I need to get one of those.” He glanced around and, seeing nobody, flipped the cover up and started to play. He wasn’t nearly as good at piano as he was at bass, but if you’re going to be a good player, you needed to know how to play piano.
He dicked around a little, working the stiffness from his fingers, and finally settled into ‘Watermelon Man’ by Herbie Hancock. It was a fun tune and you could get crazy with it. After eight bars or so, he settled into a brazilian rhythm and just played.
When he hit that last chord, he stepped on the sustain pedal and let those last notes just decay off into silence. Playing a piano was almost as good as sex, and he intended to savor the moment. The staccato beat of someone clapping broke his reverie.
He looked up to see Christina, his new boss, standing in the doorway. He stood up immediately and closed the lid.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I should have asked your permission before…shit…Sorry.” He thrust his hands in his pockets and crossed his fingers, hoping she wouldn’t fire his ass for this.
“Don’t apologize,” she said, stepping into the cavernous room. “That was cool. I didn’t know you could play piano, too.”
“Um…yeah. I play a couple of instruments, but bass is my main thing. You have to be versatile if you want to be good…I mean…you know.” ‘Why am I babbling like this?’ he thought. ‘Just shut your trap and maybe you’ll get to keep your job.’
“That’s dope. Will you play something else for me?” She sat down in an oversize chair next to the piano and looked up at him.
God she was cute. Her blond hair framed her face beautifully. He found himself staring at her, getting a little turned on. ‘Don’t you fucking dare,’ he yelled into the recesses of his head. ‘Just sit down and play something.’
“What do you want me to play?” He asked in a much squeakier voice than he usually had.
“Anything. Whatever you want.” She settled into the chair and gave him a smile that caused his cock to leap in his jeans. He sat down quickly to hide the bulge and played some scales to calm himself down.
“To be honest, I can’t really think of anything to play,” he confessed, after a few minutes of noodling. “If you could just give me a song…” He felt himself blushing red and silently thanked god for the fact that this room was not well lit.
She laughed a little. “I’m not making you nervous, am I? You can’t get stage fright playing for just one person. Play me something, soulful, Jack.”
He was silently amazed that she even knew his name. Two months ago he was playing dives in the valley for fifty bucks and now he was in a superstar’s mansion, being asked to play a concert just for her. Life was weird.
He racked his brain for any tidbits he knew about Christina, trying to think of something that she would like. He’d worked out some jazz arrangements to a few of her songs for fun on his upright piano at home, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to debut them in her living room.
For a reason he’d never know, he started playing ‘At Last’ by Etta James. His right hand added a vocal melody, and he put it in waltz time. He’d always loved that song and Etta could sing like the devil possessed her. Jack turned his attention from the deeply erotic sight of Christina nodding her head and smiling, and focused on playing.
When the second verse came around, her voice joined in on the melody. He was shocked at how beautiful the sounds emanating from her throat were, but made sure he didn’t drop the tempo. She wasn’t singing like she did on her songs. This was understated and a little behind the beat. She’d shut her eyes and was swaying, ever so slightly, in time to the piano.
Jack backed off with the flourishes and let her voice take it’s rightful place in the song. They played the last chorus at least ten times, just not wanting to stop. This was the real Christina, Jack thought. She’s no pop star. She’s a singer. And a damn good one at that.
As the song came to it’s inevitable end, Jack heard applause. For a split second he thought they were in his mind, but they just got louder and he looked up.
Most of the band and dancers were in the living room now. They were all hooting and clapping, some of the dancers screaming for an encore.
Christina opened her eyes and gave Jack a smile that caused his nervous system to overload. He shut the lid of the piano and sat back on the bench.
She jumped up from her chair and slid onto the bench next to him, enveloping him in a hug.
“That was fucking awesome! I love that song! Will you play that with me during the show?”
He didn’t know what to say. He’d played piano for himself at home and at a few jam sessions, but never really in a concert setting. He wasn’t sure he could, but he nodded, not wanting to say no.
“Sure. But wouldn’t Ricky be better for that?” Ricky was the keyboardist in the band.
Ricky came forward out the crowd and was still clapping.
“I can’t play jazz like that, brother. It’s all you.” Christina smiled that infectious smile at him again and kissed his cheek. Jack blushed all over again and felt those familiar stirrings stretch the fabric of his jeans. He’d do whatever she wanted, as long as she didn’t ask him to stand up.
The first concert was the most nerve wracking experience of his entire life. He’d played every song as straight as he could, avoiding anything fancy. He was sweating buckets by the time the end of the show was drawing near and he wasn’t sure if he could even pull this off.
After the official concert ended, Christina stayed on stage and took a few bows. She called each member of the band back out on stage for applause and Jack felt his heart leap into his throat when she said his name.
“Ladies and gentlemen. We’ve got a special encore for you tonight. My bass player neglected to inform us when we hired him that he was an incredible piano player. We played this song together last night and I want to play it for all of you. So, put your hands together for Jack McAllister.”
She parked herself on the piano bench and patted it, motioning him forward. The crowd ahd applauded politely and the sound was dying down. Shaking like a leaf, he took his place next to her and laid his hands on the keys. She sensed his nervousness and whispered into his ear, away from the microphone.
“Don’t be nervous. Just play for me like you did yesterday.” As she spoke the noise of the crowd ebbed from his ears and all he could hear was her. He nodded and began to play.
“At Laaaaasssttt…” She was singing in the same beautiful way she had before. Her voice sent an electric charge up his spine. He stroked the keys, imaging touching her soft skin and running his fingers through her hair. At that moment, the song became so intimate, he found his heart speeding up, flushing him.
Music really was making love. Two people who just wanted to make something beautiful. Tiny explosions that lit up the room, only to fade and die, making way for the next moment. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever done and he found himself saddened that the song was ending so soon.
The cheers from the crowd brought him back for his little daydream, and Jack heard himself hit the last chords. Christina shouted ‘Thank You!’ and the crowd just got louder. She stood up and grabbed his hand, dragging him to his feet.
“Jack McAllister! Give him a hand!” The crowd roared with approval and Jack found himself more content than he’d ever been. These people were applauding the music that he’d made. Well, helped make, anyway. It was the perfect end to the show.
The tour bus rolled on into the night, swaying slightly on the freeway. Christina had an autograph signing after the show and a bunch of interviews to do, so the band had headed out before her. She would catch up to them in the next town.
Jack felt an incredible sense of loss, not being able to tell her how much playing up on stage with her meant to him. He’d started to tell her after they’d walked off stage, but her management corralled her and pulled her away.
Before she’d gotten too far, she’d turned around and ran back to him, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek.
“That was incredible,” she whispered. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.” He could of sworn that she winked at him when she said that, but he knew it was just a trick of his mind.
“Dude!” Pete, the drummer and two of the dancers came running into the back of the bus, where Jack was alone with his thoughts. “That shit was bomb! They fucking loved you!”
Jack smiled and shook his head no.
“They loved Christina. I was just lucky to have been able to play.” Pete hit him in the shoulder and grabbed two beers, handing Jack one.
“Trust me, man. You fucking stole the show. Traci and Lisa agree with me.” The two gorgeous dancers nodded and sat down next to them. They reminisced the whole night, everyone too excited to sleep. Jack joined in the fun but found that his thoughts never strayed far from Christina.
The next two weeks seemed to pass in a blur. They woke up every day in a different town. They’d lug their gear to the venue, do a sound check, run back to the hotel for a few hours of sleep, go to the show and then hop back on the bus.
Christina had told him during a rare free moment that she loved their duet and wanted to close every show with it. Jack had very little trouble agreeing to this and eventually became very comfortable in front of the crowd.
He even became more confident flirting with Christina. During one memorable show in St. Louis, he’d gotten really into the song ‘Get Mine, Get Yours’ and walked up from his place next to the drummer. The song was really bass heavy and he loved seeing Christina shake her taut little hips to the rhythm. The song even mentioned the bass and how much it was like sex.
After he came into her field of vision, Christina turned, surprised to see him, but she went with it and walked slowly up to him, singing right at him. He got so turned on watching her face, singing those words. He was so glad his bass covered his crotch, so that twenty-thousand people didn’t see his erection.
During the last verse of the song, Christina grabbed the back of his head and shook him around, singing the overtly sexual tune right in his face. The crowd seemed to love this and after it was all over, the band teased him about it mercilessly.
On the last week of the tour, they landed in New York. They were going to be here for three days, so for a change, they would actually spend the night in a hotel and not on the bus. Christina had to do some MTV thing, so the band decided to go out and raise hell. Jack and Pete were sharing a room at the Hilton and Pete had almost beat him to death trying to get Jack to come out with them.
Jack hadn’t had a good nights sleep in a month and wanted to stay in. After the obligatory guilt trips, Pete finally surrendered and left Jack alone.
After zoning out on television for an hour or so, Jack felt a stab of guilt. He hadn’t played his upright in a long time and didn’t want to let himself get lax on practicing, so he hauled it up from the gear truck and settled in for a good practice session.
Damn, he was out of practice. His forearm muscles had become a little soft from playing electric for so long and he felt them begin to burn after only a half hour.
He pushed through it and was really starting to get a groove going when he heard a knock at his door.
Shit. It was late and the people in the room next to him probably didn’t appreciate hearing him practice for two hours.
“Sorry!” He called. “I’ll put it away!” He started stowing the bass when the knock came again.
He trotted over to the door, ready to give a huge apology. When he opened it, he was shocked to see Christina standing there.
“I didn’t want you to stop playing, I just wanted to come in,” she said, grinning playfully. He stood there dumbfounded, blocking the door.
“Can I come in?” she asked, anxiously.
“Shit. Sorry. Yeah, come on in.” He stepped aside and she walked past him, into his room.
He shut the door and suddenly realized what a sight he must be. He was wearing pajama bottoms and a tank top and he hadn’t taken a shower all day. ‘Crap,’ he thought. ‘I’ve been waiting for this whole tour to get her alone and this is what I look like.’
She had gone over to the corner of the room where his bass was and was busily trying to pull it back out of the gig bag.
“You sounded great. Play more.”
Jack walked gingerly around her and finished pulling his bass out of it’s case. Christina flopped down on his bed.
“Play,” she insisted.
Jack grabbed his bass and sat down in the chair he’d been practicing in and started plunking softly.
“Christina, it’s late and the people next door might get pissed. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were staying at the W across town?” She nodded.
“I am, but I wanted to see you and you weren’t out with everyone else, so here I am!” She flashed a smile, very proud of herself.
“Why…did you want to see me?” He hoped beyond hope that it was to ravish him and fuck him senseless like she had in his dreams for the last few weeks.
“I’ve got an idea for a song.” Jack’s little bubble burst with without so much as a sound. He sat back in the chair and tried not to let his face betray his disappointment.
Hand in hand the left the bathroom to now take care of Jim. He was on the bed snoring away. Fredricka climbed up onto the bed and Stephanie circled the bed and climbed up on the other side. Fredricka lifted his soft cock and licked around and around the head. He began to stiffen, but continued to sleep.
Stephanie joined in and licked up and down his growing shaft as Freddie sucked his cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue went around and around and both women’s lips met and they abandoned his cock to kiss one another.
Jim now awake pushed Fredricka’s mouth back to his cock and Stephanie attached his balls sucking first one into her mouth and then the other one. He had both hands full of blonde and brunette hair as he guided their mouths on his cock and balls. They alternated on him for the next ten minutes and he was going to cum.
“Oh no you don’t Jim;” Fredricka yelled out, “I need a fucking and I need it now.”
She straddled his cock and he noticed for the first time she was bare.
“Oh my god Freddie, you look fantastic!”
He slipped into her cunt easily and she began riding his cock like there was no tomorrow her hair, once with every strand in place, was now flying about her face and shoulders. He reached up and played with her bouncing tits and he squeezed her rock hard nipples.
Stephanie not to be left out straddled his head and lowered her dripping pussy to his waiting tongue. He lapped away at her cunt as his wife rode his cock.
The two women leaned forward and embraced, kissing and feeling each other as they ground their hips to Jim’s cock and tongue. This went on for nearly fifteen minutes with both women cumming two or three times. They switched positions and resumed their embraces and found a rhythm on the man under them.
Cumming once again they rolled off of Jim and he began fucking Fredricka doggy style as she lapped away at Stephanie’s cum covered cunt.
Jim plowed away at her cunt his ball slapping against her clit which brought her to a rapid orgasm once again. Her body was covered in sweat and her skin glistened in the light of the room. Her hair stuck to her forehead as she sucked away at Stephanie who was on the verge of cumming also.
Stephanie crushed her thighs around Freddie’s head and let go an orgasm to end all orgasms, for the first time in years she squirted her juices out covering Fredricka’s mouth, chin and neck.
Stephanie was as limp as a wet rag as she shook from the mind boggling orgasm
With Jim still buried deep in Fredricka’s cunt he grabbed her hips and rolled off the bed. He pulled out of her and turned her around and entered her standing up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she rode his long thick cock.
Opening the sliding door he stepped out onto the veranda, the tropical storm wind and rain battered their bodies as she screamed and came again from the shock and the excitement. Within seconds they were both drenched from the pounding rain.
Jim was nearing orgasm finally and Stephanie jumped off the bed and joined the couple of the veranda.
Fredricka slipped from his cock and knelt down before him, she was joined by Stephanie. Stephanie sucked the juiced from his cock as Fredricka licked his full bursting balls.
Letting out a loud scream he shot his load all over the two women kneeling before him. Stream after stream shot from his cock as they shared his cum and licked it from their faces. It was quickly washed away by the driving rain and they pulled him back into the room to finish the job.
The three of them collapsed onto the bed, dripping from the storm just outside the door.
Fredricka licked the cum from Jim’s cock and fed it to Stephanie who kissed Freddie and their tongues dueled once again.
Fredricka lovingly brushed the wet locks from Stephanie’s forehead and smiled; “I guess we’ll have to climb back in the tub and start all over again.”
Jim blurted out; “Can I watch this time?”
Fredricka laughed; “Only if you promise me one thing Jim.”
“What’s that dear?”
“Next tropical storm you cover with Stephanie, I get to cum along too!”
He kissed her as he dragged both ladies into the bathroom; “I promise!”
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“One million dollars, I bid one million dollars for Harris Faulkner. Like Greeny said, I’ve watched her endless times on O’Reilly and dreamt of just meeting her.”
The crowd was stunned; Larry Bird finally made his first and only bid.
Harris was smiling as she always does from ear to ear and even through her light brown skin everyone could see her blushing. She stepped down the stairs and walked slowly over to Larry. Bending over she gave him a long sensuous kiss. They tongues met and he ran his big hands through her soft sexy hair.
When she broke the kiss she smiled at him and whispered; I can’t wait to see you back at the hotel.” She quietly walked back up the stairs and disappeared into the back.
Golic stood up; “well I guess Larry got that bid, even though it wasn’t official, going once, twice, sold to Larry Bird for one million dollars. Okay guys we are getting near the end, I’ve been told we have sort of a problem. Only Rodman here hasn’t an outfit, I guess he didn’t see any he wanted to wear. The problem is we have two ladies left, so our host here of the calendar videos has offered to join in the bidding for the last two ladies. Greeny and I would bid, but we can’t for two reasons, first of all we don’t make that kind of money and secondly and most importantly our wives would kill us.”
Everyone was laughing hysterically since the Rodman joke, but it died quickly when the next lady came on stage. It was Gretchen Carlson, the co-host of the morning show on Fox, “Fox & Friends”. She was also Miss America in the late 80’s.
Golic spoke out; “Now Dennis here is a gown you can wear!”
Everyone burst out laughing.
Gretchen’s blue eyes sparkled and her short platinum blonde hair was feathered beautifully around her face. Her neck and shoulders were bare except for the two thin silver spaghetti straps holding up her dress. The dress clung to every full curve, her large breasts threatened to burst free over the top of the dress. Her full hips and large curved ass billowed around the lower part of the dress. Only her matching silver heels were visible, but when she walked the large slit up one side of the dress showed a large expanse of tapered silver covered leg. She had a banner across one breast reading Miss America.
She stood at the end of the runway and the crowd buzzed, but no bids were yelled out, not to embarrass Gretchen I yelled out; “One hundred thousand dollars.”
Dennis turned to me saying; “I thought I was going to get her for free, thanks a lot John! I bid two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”
Gretchen beamed when she heard that bid.
I responded; “Four hundred thousand dollars.”
Rodman shook his head; “Five hundred thousand!”
I backed off and Golic started; “Five hundred thousand going once, twice, sold to Dennis Rodman for a cool half a mil, I hope you like the dress it may be a little short on you.”
“Gentleman, up next is our last model, once again if you watch O’Reilly, you’ve seen her many times as the Republican strategist and syndicated columnist and a gorgeous woman to boot, let’s hear it for Michelle Malkin.”
The guys went crazy as did I knowing I had a great chance of having her this evening. She came out in a conservative outfit to an extent. She had on a two piece black suit, but the skirt was leather and was very, very short. Black leather high heeled boots to the knees hid her lower legs. As she turned, her tight compact ass hugged the leather skirt. She slowly unbuttoned the suit jacket and as she walked around in those sexy boots she slid the jacket from her shoulders and off. Dropping it sexily to the floor she stood there in a white satin blouse. It hugged her tits beautifully and everyone in the room could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her stiff dark nipples pushed prominently against the fabric and you could make out their dusty color through the material.
A number of jaws dropped as they took in her beauty. Her piercing dark eyes sparkled and her jet black hair hung around her shoulders and framed her face beautifully. Her tiny mouth was open slightly and her rich full lips were sparkling with a deep red lip gloss.
Jordan yelled out; “Half a million!”
I responded; “One million!”
Kobe chimed in; “Million and a half!”
Kareem bellowed; “Two and a half million!”
I responded; “Three million!”
Michelle laughed; “I can see the Republican Party will be receiving one helleva check seeing that’s the charity I’m giving my bid to.”
Jordan yelled out; “Five million!”
The crowd went crazy when he yelled out, but I was about to silence them all as I stood up and screamed out about the buzzing; “My bid for the gorgeous Michelle Malkin is ten million dollars.”
The crowd did silence as they stared at me and Michelle’s jaw dropped.
Greeny stood and after a five second delay started; Ten million dollars for Michelle Malkin’s outfit and her charms for the evening going once, twice, sold to our gracious host for ten million dollars.”
She slowly walked down the stairs, standing before me I never realized just how tiny she was standing a mere five feet tall she hugged me and her stiff nipples bore into my lower chest. She reached down and slowly stroked my hardening cock. She kissed me and whispered to me; “Ooooo John I’m going to love feeling this huge cock slide in and out of all my tiny tight holes tonight. See you later luv!
She turned and walked back up onto the stage, that gorgeous tight compact ass just making my cock jump thinking that soon I would be buried between those luscious cheeks.
Greeny and Golic came back in stage; “We hope you guys enjoyed the fashion show and auction. I know you will all enjoy collecting your garments from the models later along with some other benefits. I just wanted to let you know that at this auction tonight we collected fifteen million, one hundred thousand dollars for the various female anchors charities. Gentleman have fun tonight and goodnight.”
In order to avoid any problems on the way to the Plaza I had the men travel in two limos and the ladies travel there in separate limos. I just wasted about twenty thousand in cameraman time setting up cameras in the limos, but it was worth it to have all of the ladies arrive at the Plaza fully clothed and ready for action when the men arrived.
The ladies congregated in the living room, with a couple of drinks in each of them already, many were eager to begin their night of sexual freedom with some of the biggest stars of the NBA. I knew once I satisfied Michelle and myself I would loan her out to some of the big black basketball stars. Seeing she liked large black men I didn’t want to disappoint her.
As the men arrived the ladies began pairing off with the men who had bid for them. Five of the nine men led their ladies to the bedroom and the other four, including me stayed out in the living room to slowly get things started.
In the living room were Michelle and myself, Larry and Harris, Kareem and Dana and Kobe and Megyn. Sitting on separate couched the action began with Harris unzipping Larry’s pants and pulling his huge white cock out. Her tiny hand barely fit around the girth of it. As they kissed she moved down his body and knelt before him. Looking up at her with those large sexy eyes she smiled and licked around the crown of his large cock. He reached down and unzipped the back of her dress and it floated down to around her waist. Her dark nipples looked like a couple of Hershey Kisses and she tugged his pants off his long legs. As she returned to his cock her nipples slid back and forth on his thighs causing both of them to moan. His long fingers gripped her soft black tresses as she began bobbing up and down on his huge white shaft.
Standing by the balcony was Kareem only wearing a skimpy pair of boxers. Dana was on her knees as she slowly lowered them. She let out a gasp when she saw his cock.
Michelle broke the kiss she was giving me as she straddled my legs. Looking towards Kareem she let out a groan when she saw his cock. It had to be over twelve inches long and as wide as Michelle’s wrist. She just stared at it as Dana took the head into her large mouth.
As my hands traveled up and down the back of Michelle’s thighs and across her compact ass I whispered into her ear; “Michelle I know you always wanted to be fucked by a large black man. Even though I outbid them, later tonight, if you want you can be with any of the these black men. I would hate to have such a fantastic woman leave without living out her fantasy.
She looked me in the eye with those dark twinkling eyes and a huge smile crossed her face.
“Oh Thank you John, you will never know how much I appreciate that, but first I’m going to satisfy you in anyway you want and I know you will do the same for me.”
Her mouth came down on mine and we kissed for what seemed like forever. I slipped her jacket off and slowly unbuttoned her satin blouse. Her B sized tits jumped out and those large, nearly black nipples pointed towards the ceiling waiting for my attention. She did not have to wait long as my mouth covered first one chocolate drop and then the other. Her long black hair danced across her bare shoulders and back as she arched her back forcing more of her firm tits into my drooling mouth.
Across the room Dana led Kareem by the cock out to the veranda where the hot tub was bubbling on high. She turned her back to him and with one flick of his large black fingers the dress floated to a puddle around her feet. Naked she looked fantastic as her larger then life features dazzled Kareem. He gathered her large body up in his arms and placed her in the hot tub. Luckily I had a camera out there to capture the action. Dana straddled his body and slid low in the tub. The bubbles washed over her back and he pushed her lower as the water consumed her dark brown locks she dove under the water and sucked his cock. He arched his back causing her to emerge from the water with his cock imbedded in her throat. I was amazed as his entire twelve inch cock was swallowed by this woman. I couldn’t wait to get a crack at her, hoping Kareem and I could swap partners later.
On the couch Larry was now totally naked and was pulling Harris to her feet. Standing before him, Larry reached out and pulled the dress from her rounded hips and it fluttered to the floor. Standing before him in a black thong and high heels she reached for him. Grabbing him by the hand she pulled him to his feet.
“Come on Larry, let’s go find an empty bedroom so we can really let go in private.”
He laughed and picked her up like a rag doll, turning to us smiled; “Best million I ever spent!”
They disappeared down the hall looking for an empty bedroom.
Back on the balcony Dana with her head cradled in Kareem’s hands slipped her large lips up and down his large shaft.
“Oh God Dana, you better quit or I’m going to cum.”
She sped up and he arched his back.
“Oh fuck here it cums.”
She pulled off of his cock and stroked him up and down and he began squirting his cum all over her face, neck and large tits. When he was done she slid up to him and they lay back in the waters recuperating, waiting for round two to begin.
On the other couch were Kobe and Megyn Kelly. They were just taking in all of the action around them, slowly caressing and kissing each other. With a lot of the action winding down they started to heat up themselves. Kobe took off his shirt as Megyn worked on his pants. Soon he was naked, their kisses increased. Megyn stroked his big black cock; it was about ten inches long and was leaking pre-cum already.
Kobe pushed Megyn down on the couch and her gorgeous blonde hair fanned out on the dark cushion. Kobe slid his hands up her shapely legs and pushed the sheet material up as he went. Soon the gown she was wearing was around her waist and Kobe was teasing her by licking and sucking on her inner thighs. Megyn tried to guide his head to her dripping pussy, but he continued to tease her. As she arched her back to feed him her wet snatch he cupped her gorgeous ass with his large hands and slowly drew her aching pussy to his mouth.
While this was happening Michelle had stripped me and was on her knees giving my cock and balls a warm saliva bath. Boy could this woman produce saliva. My entire groin area was covered in her saliva. When Megyn let out a loud moan Michelle pulled off my cock to see what was happening behind her.
Kobe was on the couch; his large stiff cock was waving in the air as he worked hard on Megyn. He lapped at her hole and when he raised his head his chin and neck was covered in her juices.
Michelle stroked my cock and it made lewd noises from all of her saliva, but continued to stare at Kobe’s large black cock.
I turned her towards me, running my fingers through her thick black hair and kissed her deeply. I whispered in her ear; “Go ahead Michelle; I know you want to taste that big black cock. It’s okay as long as I’m the first to see you naked and fuck you, go over there and have a taste of that big black cock.”
Megyn was delirious rolling from side to side. Her face was covered in her hair as she came again from Kobe’s tongue. He ripped the gown off her body and tossed it aside and he worked on her full firm tits as he once again dove into her pussy.
“God Megyn, I can’t get enough of your pussy I could eat it all night. Oh shit what the fuck!!”
Just then Michelle wrapped her tiny lips around the bouncing head of his cock. Her tiny tongue wormed around and her saliva began working its magic,
Kobe looked over at me and I gave him the thumbs up. Michelle began bobbing her head up and down on his cock, her long black hair obscured the view, but from the sounds she was making on his cock I knew he wouldn’t last long.
Megyn was dripping in sweat; her gorgeous blonde hair stuck to her forehead and her tits. Kobe was working two of his long fingers into her snatch and worked another in and out of her tiny asshole. He found her G spot and she hit the ceiling as he worked back and forth across it. His entire palm was covered in her juices as she let out another loud scream and let go a stream of juices that covered Kobe’s entire face and neck. She let out another squirt and collapsed onto the couch, she had passed out.
Kobe sat up and Michelle followed now kneeling before him she began working on his large cock and balls. I could tell he was getting close because his balls were tightening in their sack. She bobbed up and down relentlessly and slurped up and down. She stroked him with her tiny hand and looked up at him with her black hair disheveled and her dark eyes sparkling needing to have his cum shoot onto her face and tits.
He cupped her firm tits and tweaked her dark nipples. She increased the speed of her stroking. He pushed her dark hair from her face and pulled his cock from her mouth. Kobe looked at me and I nodded. He rose up from the couch and letting out a loud moan began shooting his load all over her gorgeous face and neck, shot after shot came out. Opening her mouth to drink some of it in she lapped away at it as it shot another. Dripping from her chin and down to her tits.
Megyn sat up and seeing this slipped to the floor and began licking the cum from Michelle’s chin, neck and tits. Kobe was now forgotten as Megyn and Michelle swapped Kobe’s cum between the two of then and swallowed all they could get.
When they were done they sat back and began to laugh. Megyn looking at Kobe and Michelle at me, we both wiggled our fingers towards our respective partners. They knew what was coming next and gladly came into our embraces.
Michelle crawled over to me and kissed up my legs to my cock. Taking it in her mouth she lapped away at the head and sucked it into her mouth. Pulling away she kissed her way up my body and licked my neck and nibbled at my ear.
She whispered in my ear; “Oh my god John, thank you so much for letting me do that to Kobe, I’ll do whatever you want tonight. I’ll start by doing a strip tease for you so I can be naked for you. I want your big cock in my tiny pussy. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes Michelle and after I fuck you good and hard and make you cum, I want to see you fuck Kobe and a few of the other black players, ALL at the same time!”
She let out a groan and stood up, smiling at me with those twinkling eyes she reached behind her and slowly drew the zipper down. Wiggling her hips it slowly gave way and dropped to a puddle around her feet.
All of a sudden both Michelle and I jumped when across the room Megyn let out a loud scream; “Oh Fuck me hard Kobe, oh shit you’re filling my pussy so good, yes, yes just like that ram that fucking black stick up my tight pussy!”
Megyn was on her knees and Kobe was behind her slamming into her hard. He had her hair pulled back as he slammed back and forth into her tight juicy pussy. Cum was running down her thighs as he plowed into her. Her entire back glistened from the sweat pouring out of her pores. He let go of her hair and cupped her tight swinging tits, pinching her nipples she let out a long moan and dropped her head to the cushion. Letting go of one tit he ran his index finger around her tiny asshole. Slowly slipping it in she let out a hiss and tossed her blonde locks around. She knew what he was planning and hoped he would go slow and prepare her properly.
He continued his onslaught on her quaking pussy and she let out a long guttural moan and came again. His cock was covered in thick white cum from her pussy. Kobe smeared a good amount of her juices in her tight asshole and now was working a second finger up her ass.
She pushed against the fingers and turning her sweat covered face towards him moaned out; “Come on you fucking black stud, I know you want to, stick that big fucking pole up my ass and make me feel it in my throat!”
He let out a growl and pulled his cum covered cock from her pussy, gripping it in his fist he pushed the large mushroomed head at the puckered opening and pushed forward. She let out a scream and fell to the couch. Kobe followed and the head popped in past her tight elastic ring. He thought her ass would rip the head off his cock, it was sooo tight.
He held her hips and pushed another three inches in before pulling halfway out. He continued this until he was balls deep into her tiny ass. What a sight watching that tiny firm white ass swallow up that large black pole was enough to cause Michelle to cum from just watching. All of the cum that was covering Kobe’s cock was dripping from Megyn’s asshole seeing it was so tight, nothing but his big cock penetrated her.
She whipped her blonde locks from side to side as she came from the ass fucking Kobe was administering to her. Both of their entire bodies were covered in sweat and it dripped off of them with every thrust of his cock in her asshole.
“Oh fuck Megyn, I’m going to cum. Oh fuck your ass is so fucking tight, it’s drawing the cum right out of my balls!”
“Yes Kobe, cum in my tight ass, yes, yes, I’m going to cum too. Please don’t pull out I want to feel you shoot deep in me. Oh my fucking god, I’m cumminggggg!!!!”
Kobe stiffened and let out a growl like a wounded animal and shook and grunted as stream after stream of hot sticky cum shot deep within her bowels.
Megyn let out a scream and collapsed against the cushions and Kobe followed her and their sweat covered bodies clung together as they shook in the final thoroughs of an explosive orgasm.
I knew then and there that this would be one of the best scenes of all of the calendar shoots.
All of a sudden I was aware of someone clearing their throats. I turned my attention to Michelle who also was tearing her gaze from the couple nearly passed out on the couch across from us.
She smiled at me, her dark eyes sparkled saying; “If we can produce a scene half as good as that I will be one happy woman!”
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