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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #105 on: July 01, 2022, 10:07:16 AM »
Episode 18

There are a few references to a production called «I Come from Kama Sutra country» here, which is the actual name of one of Priya Rai’s 2009 movies. I brought it into this story by adapting the basic premise and replaced the male actor with our two heroes. I found it much funnier to play on the cultural aspects that way.

Codes: cons, MF, MFF, flexibility, exoticism

Starring: Freida Pinto, Priya Rai

This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.

This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.










God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum


- Aerosmith


July 2009


Here’s a story you’ve heard many times before: A foreign-based movie scores big and launches the careers of foreign actors. Like vultures circling around wounded animals, American investors are quick to act and persuade said actors to star in American productions. That’s the background for the following escapade.

The movie in question was Oscar winner Slumdog Millionaire. Interest for Indian cinema had existed decades prior, but this movie made people go fucking loco. The sudden praise from American studios was a hypocrisy many didn’t want to speak too loud about, but with the general snobbery and jingoism persuading throughout the system it took extraordinary events to make a change. International awards and studio pressure were sometimes required to break down the barriers, Slumdog’s victory-parade was such an event.

You may recall my adventure with Aishwarya Rai in India some years ago. This time I got to do the opposite. One of the Indian stars from Danny Boyle’s movie was being shipped overseas and was going to meet me in LA - Freida Pinto.

As far as my company were concerned, for the time being they wanted me to take care of any Asian «export» that was thrown out way like I was some sort of ambassador welcoming Asian film stars to American markets. Don’t believe me? Just weeks before this event, I overheard conversations between studio douchebags speaking about my engagement at StarGazer. Some of the things I heard were:

«Visits from Asia? Get StarGazer on the line! That Taylor guy over there is a total weaboo and Asian film expert, probably a PHD graduate focused on Bollywood cinema and desslike. He speaks any Asian language you can think of and have no problems communicating with these actors. »

That latter part was bullshit of course. I’m not much of a language guy. I know some general phrases of Japanese politeness, a few tricks on how to contact prostitutes in Chinese, and barely a kindergarten level of Thai. Apart from that I’m as green as they come. The reason I was made into some sort of foreign exchange expert, I think had more to do with my interest in Asian cinema. At the time I must’ve had one of the biggest collections of Asian movies north of equator, and I had a talent for using this as a gateway to make newcomers comfortable without being too upfront and authoritative as a studio-presence. If someone needed a chat about the upcoming Wong Kar Wai films, the brilliance of Takeshi Kitano and the frankness of Kinji Fukasaku I was the right man to call.

The task of getting Freida Pinto to Hollywood was part studio pressure and part her own initiative. Unlike the case with Aishwarya Rai, the globalized market had slowly opened doors for foreigners. Getting deals with US studios was far easier now, and you didn’t need secret deals like the one me and Greg got, to «convince» us. Consequently, Freida didn’t have to sleep her way to the US.

I first met her one summer day in 2009. She didn’t give off the glamorous superstar-vibe like Aishwarya, but her casual outfit camouflaged her otherworldly beauty. A real Indian heartbreaker. The next couple of days I had the opportunity to meet up with her on several occasions. It was no more than a guided trip to the most important destinations in the city, but it’s common courtesy to show newcomers around. Give them a warm welcome and they’re more likely to stay.

Freida took us all by storm. She felt like she was born to do this - not afraid of asking questions and not afraid to voice her own opinion. A newcomer perhaps, but not a novice. She was fresh, but thanks to her experience from Slumdog Millionaire she was far from unfamiliar with how film studios work. She was very eager to learn about the American system, so Simon and Greg jokingly suggested I took her on a gun course.

Then Freida came with a suggestion herself. She wanted to get in touch with Indians with experience in American filmmaking. That posed some challenge, because at that time there were few successful Indian actors and directors working in Hollywood. M. Night Shyamalan was my first choice, but he was busy doing The Last Airbender at the time. We needed someone else.

That was when I received a special invitation through mail. Confirming with Greta, she had gotten the same message. 

«Miss Anjali? »

«That’s the name, yes. Simon confirmed this, as he was the one who fast forwarded it. »

«If he’s fine with it, so am I. I’ll make a few calls so we can go visit her tomorrow. Still, there’s something fishy about this…»

«Yes? »

«Anjali? Is that her whole name? I can’t say that ring any bells. She’s an actress, right? »

«According to Simon, yes. She’s made some profitable movies lately, although I heard it was more of a niche market. You should ask him for details. »

«He’s out this week, but It’ll be fine. If she’s an actress she’s likely to give Freida the input she want. »


***


I picked up Freida at her hotel the next day, and she looked stunning - a white sweater and dark jeans, with a murky green blazer.

Asking for more information to what this Anjali woman was on about, I received it right before I drove to pick up Freida. The address was up in San Fernando Valley so it would be a short trip. Apart from that, the message didn’t give away much of anything really. It was just a confirmation that she was indeed an actress, along with the title of one of her new movies in production. The title made me frown more than I thought was humanly possible, but I didn’t want to reveal it to Freida before she asked about it. She immediately went into hysterics.

«I come from Kama Sutra country»!? What in the world? »

«Yeah, I admit it seems a bit odd. »

«Who in the right mind would make a movie with that title? » She put her face in her hands, unsuccessfully trying to hold back her laughter.

«If I should take a wild guess, I believe it’s some sort of commentary on stereotypes. Remember what we discussed earlier about what’s typical American? Foreigners associate us with hamburgers, the second amendment, hip-hop and so on. Look elsewhere and it’s all the same… Germans eat sauerkraut and dress in lederhosen, and all Swedes are blonde and listen to ABBA. Kama Sutra happens to be one of the most well-known cultural exports from India, like it or not. I assume that’s where the title originates from. »

«Yeah, I guess that’s it. » Freida said, still trying to calm down. «Then it would make sense they use a title so laughably stereotypical. Like all Indians are experts in sexual arts… »

«You’re saying they aren’t? » I joked. Freida scoffed.

«India wouldn’t have a population of over one billion if people didn’t know how to do it. Modern times have proven we’ve got other things to offer than some ancient sex manual though. »

«This is where movies like Slumdog Millionaire comes into play obviously. »

«True, but the critical response wasn’t all positive. Some of my countrymen were angered by it. »

«So I heard. »

«At worst it makes India look like a criminal hellhole, so Boyle had to deal with lots of criticism. »

«American movies run into the same trouble, except many people agree with the portrayal. Especially when movies about bad things are concentrated around Florida or Appalachia. »

«Oh! » Freida said amused.

«Like the USA itself, various states are concentrated around their stereotypes. You won’t see cop thrillers from North Dakota for example. »

«California gets the disaster flicks, right? »

«Of course. Along with NY, we’re the only place people want to see demolished. »

We both laughed.


***

Arriving outside our designated address we studied the house. A tiled pathway led up to the building.

«Shall we go? » I asked Freida.

«Yes, I’m eager to meet this Anjali woman. Whoever she is, she must have a lot to talk about. »

«Listen, I have some trouble confirming what kind of actor she really is. Would it be okay even if she’s an independent actress? And even if she only makes documentaries? »

«I’m fine with it. Movies are movies. »

Moving up to the front door I pressed the doorbell. After a few seconds a short and compact figure opened to us.

«Yes? »

The woman was an incredibly sensual sight. And very Indian if you wanted to see Indian culture through exotified glasses. She wore a red saree, showing off a ridiculous amount of cleavage. Her breasts were of such impressive magnitude even Freida couldn’t take her eyes off them. She seemed to be in her early thirties, perhaps a few years younger than me.



«Um, hello? Are you miss Anjali? » I tried.

«That I am. And you are the people that contacted me yesterday? »

«We are. »

I immediately thought something was off about this. The woman seemed familiar somehow. Had I seen her before? Freida also must’ve sensed something was amiss. While lovely, her overdone sexuality felt less like a commentary on stereotypes. More of a parody really. I was struggling to take my eyes away from her cleavage because this woman was the very definition of buxom.

«Listen, miss Anjali…»

«Please, call me Priya. »

«Oh, okay! Priya, as you probably understand, we contacted you because we wanted to have a chat with someone with an Indian background versed in American movies. »

«And you want to participate in our movie as well maybe? » she said with far too much innuendo.

«Er… I don’t think we expected an audition. Do we Freida? »

«Haha, no, we’re only here to talk about experiences. » Freida said bashfully. «We were told you had an upcoming movie in the making, yes? »

«That’s right! Why don’t you both come inside? »


***


The house seemed less like a private home, more of an apartment that was rented out to provide as a movie studio. It wasn’t an unfamiliar concept. I you can’t afford a studio; you use what you have in handy. Someone’s got a house? Viola, you’ve got yourself a miniature movie set.

There were already a few cameras set up inside the living room, along with sound equipment. It was definitely a low-budget production in the making. A documentary perhaps? Freida already seemed interested, and I couldn’t help thinking she was intimidated by this ridiculously voluptuous woman in traditional Indian garb. 

«We can just sit down like this? » I asked as I tried hard to decide which chair to use.

«Go ahead. The filming isn’t going to start before three. That should leave us a couple of hours. I was just rehearsing my costumes when you came. Looks great, doesn’t it? »

«Absolutely, that’s an amazing saree. » Freida said. «It’s part of the film, right? To create the right Indian atmosphere? »

«Oh yeah! Can’t do Kama Sutra without looking the part! » she laughed and did a sensual twirl before us, sending a red veil flying around her. She really had a body to die for. Freida seemed positively flat-chested in comparison and looked like she was a bit taken aback, although there was definitely some excitement in her face.

«It’s an original dress, or…» Freida asked.

«I dunno. I just requested something that looked as Indian as possible. » she laughed heartily.

«And how much did it cost? That’s some exclusive wear for what I assume is an independent movie. »

«Eh, I don’t pay for this. As long as it looks good on me, and the director is satisfied I’m fine with it. Anyways… It’s not that important. The clothes are going to be shed quite fast after all. »

«M-hm!» Freida nodded, not quite understanding what Priya had implied by that. I was getting suspicious. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this woman looked familiar. Priya? That name…

«Are we rigging a scene here? » Freida said as she gestured towards the living room where various equipment laid packed in baskets and plastic bags. Some of its content were strewn over the floor.

«Yup! This is for the actors. »

«Makeup to look decent on camera. I see. »

«Yes, and cleanups and wipes. Everybody needs to clean up afterwards. »

«Yeah, overheated studio lamps and lights can be a hassle. » Freida admitted.

«Mmmm, it sure can. » Priya said as she looked at Freida like a botanist studying a pretty flower. There was a sense of naught in her voice and her gaze was hungry as she wanted to eat the younger woman before her. «I’d really like to have you onboard too. »

«I’m flattered miss Priya. But I’m just a newcomer in the US. I need to learn how the system works first. » Freida said flustered. 

«You would look absolutely splendid on camera dear. I’m sure you would. Besides, it’s lonely being the only Indian in this business. At least in America. »

Freida looked surprised.

«Are you sure about that? I mean, we wanted to talk to you because you have experience, but surely… There’s got to be a few more? »

«Not that I’m aware of. When I started out last year it was something of a sensation since I was the first Indian who went all the way. »

Some of my suspicions were getting confirmed. Could it really be…

«But aren’t there other actors of Indian heritage in this city? I’m certain there were. If I was to start acting now…» Freida began.

«Oh, so you ARE getting into the business!? How absolutely LOVELY! » Priya squealed, causing Freida to frown, an unsure smile on her face.

«Well, of course. I’m an actress. »

«I understand, I understand. I only thought you were only one of those boring mainstream ones! Mmmm, I’m so looking forward to see that body of yours on display! » Priya clapped her hands excitedly.

«Uuuuh… Yes… Well… Eh…» Freida’s face was the definition of confusion now. She turned to me. «Something must be wrong here Alex! »

I agreed with her, but was unsure how to proceed.

«Hmm… maybe we should let Priya talk about her job as an actress - specifically the movie she’s shooting today? I think we need to clarify a few things here Priya. »

«Oooooooh, you know! » Priya said in an jolly voice. «The story is quite simple really. I sit here minding my own business, reading a book when a handsome salesman knocks on my door. Letting him inside I decide to teach him about the joys of Kama Sutra and we both end up in a bundle here on the floor. I think I have about ten different positions in this one. That’s a personal record! »

«Various positions, I don’t understand…» Freida’s eyes widened in disbelief.

«Well, having sex on camera is far more interesting if you do variations! Obviously, no-one wants to see missionary positions on film! »

The last piece of the puzzle fell into place. I recognized the name now. Priya Rai - former model gone pornstar.

Great, so we had walked into an actual porn shot!? The ridiculousness of that movie-title should’ve been the first red flag. Priya’s outrageous outfit should’ve been the second. I considered taking Freida outside immediately and explain everything to her in the car on our way back, but I needed to thread carefully now, or else I had a feeling Freida would get royally pissed off and turn her back on American cinema for good.

«What? What is this about? » Freida asked bewildered, probably considering the possibility this was all a joke.

«It means she’s doing her job as a sex worker. » I said, trying not to sound offensive neither to her nor Priya. «I believe she’s starring in a few movies…  The kind few admit to watching. »

«You don’t mean to tell me that…»

«It’s a porn shot in the making. We walked straight into it. If Priya here could confirm it…»

«I prefer to call it «adult entertainment» Priya said smiling.

«You’ve got to be kidding me. » Freida said, eyes widened even further, a silly grin on her face.

«I’m sorry, but I think someone have played a prank on us Freida. » I said, trying to get on the defensive. It certainly seemed like a setup.

Fuck me! This was one of Simon’s legendary jokes. He was no doubt laughing his ass off somewhere. Lately he had taunted me with promises of making me star in a porn movie and it looked like he had finally gotten his wish. Well played Simon.

«Someone sent us here to interview a porn star? »

«Hey, you’re mainstream after all? That’s disappointing, but I’m still sure we could get some fun out of this. » Priya said like nothing unusual was happening.

«No! I’m… I’m not having it! » Freida said, laughter in her voice.

«Why? Don’t be shy. » Priya said nonchalantly. She seemed genuinely amused by our misunderstanding.

«I’m sorry miss Rai, but I wasn’t informed about this. I have no problems with sexuality, but… This is a bit too much. »

«What is too much? »

«This… I mean… I’m not against love scenes and such, but to actually have sex in front of the camera? I’m sorry, but that’s a bit too far outside my line of experience. »

«Oh, come ooooon. You could learn a thing or two by reaching outside your safety zone you know. »

«I know… I’m just… I’m just not sure if your experiences would be what I’m after miss Priya. No offense or anything. »

I didn’t know what to say in this situation. Priya and Freida seemed to handle the dispute well enough themselves. At least none of them were angry.

«Listen, I’m not forcing you to participate or anything. » Priya laughed. If you are still cool with an interview I am all yours. »

Freida hesitated for a moment. She seemed to consider her offer, although she began putting her blazer back on. Priya however hadn’t given up on us yet.

«You wanted to hear about my experiences in American movies, right? Our paths might be different, but film is film. Our business has to abide by many of the same rules as major film studios. The acting may not be the kind that win Oscars, but directing, editing and preparations can be interesting, sex or not, wouldn’t you say? »

Freida seemed a bit intrigued. At least she stopped buttoning up her blazer.

«Come on, it will be fun! »

«Uh, I don’t know about this…» 

«Hey! I know what to do. We’ll simply rearrange the plans… »

«Thanks for the initiative Priya, » I said, trying to protect Freida’s dignity, «but I don’t know if... »

«No, no, no! Listen… I’ll simply call off the shoot today and reschedule it for tomorrow. I’m the star. It’s in my power to do so. » Priya said.

Freida was considering her offer. «But… will it be alright for everyone involved? »

«Of course. «Come on now, this will be fun for me too. I think it’s nice to clarify some misconceptions about my industry. »

«Hmmm. »

«It’s all right if you want to leave Freida. Like I said, I think someone is playing a prank on us, and we don’t need to be here. » I said diplomatically.

«But wouldn’t it be fun for her to see THIS part of America as well? » Priya insisted.

«I think I’ll let my client have the final word as she insisted on this meeting in the first place. » I gave in. «What do you say Freida? »

Freida stood there, a thousand questions on her mind by the look of her.

«Okay. »

«You’re cool with this? »

«I am. »

«Lovely! »   Priya clapped her hands.

«If you have second thoughts Freida… »

«No, I guess… I guess she’s right. I am quite unfamiliar with this part of the industry, even though I’ve heard it’s related to Hollywood in all sorts of ways. » she admitted.

«Very well. »

«Settle down friends. I’ll go find some snacks. »

It was a bit weird considering the circumstances, but although I’m sure she felt awkward about this, at least Freida seemed comfortable as she sat down again.


***

Priya had been to the kitchen and gotten the two of us some refreshments. Freida was handling a small audio recorder while I had taken a seat in one of the low cushions a few feet away from them. I could only assume this was where the director sat during the shot.

Settling down on an intricately decorated carpet, the two women faced each other. Had we been outside they would’ve looked like they were having a picknick.

«Okay, here goes nothing. » Freida said under her breath. She looked comfortable, although part of me was convinced she had decided to go through with this just because she didn’t want to seem rude. 

From where I sat, the scene was totally out of this world - an up-and-coming Bollywood actress interviewing a sexy Hindu goddess.



«Just ask away! Like I said… It’s cool to have a regular interview for a change. And not something overly sexual. » Priya laughed.

Easy for her to say! She oozed sexuality. Any man would’ve had trouble walking straight around her.

«Okay, so you’re obviously a porn… Uh, an adult actress... » Freida corrected herself. «So when did you start out in this job? »

«Last year when I did the transition from regular nude modeling. It was a decision that turned off some fans at first, but I think I’ve won them back by now. And I’ve gathered others. »

«Were you having second thoughts about this change of career? »

«None, it was simply an opportunity that arose at the right time. I have always liked to break boundaries and shock people. Besides, porn pays more. A girls’ got to feed her family right? »

«You have a family? »

«Sure have. A son and a daughter. »

«Oh…» Freida said, surprised to hear an adult actress were living a normal life. «Um, so… I mean… there must be some good things about the business then? »

«Too many to count. The sexual liberation, the people in front of and behind the camera, the cash, the travels. » she droned on. «It was a lifestyle I was prepared for, and after I got into it, I never looked back. Think about it girl! You get paid to fuck handsome men. Who wouldn’t want that? »

Freida made a grimace that could mean everything or nothing.

«Sounds awesome, right? » Priya teased.

«I…! » Freida seemed genuinely curious. «I guess I’m curious how one can base a whole industry on sex. »

«Sex, of course, is what everyone wants, and everyone try to get. It’s part of human nature. No reason to deny one’s own sexuality. »

«And what about the image of porn - the art of making sex seem unbelievable and unnatural? »

«You’re talking about porn’s relation to real sex? »

«Yes, because that’s… Isn’t that one main criticism against the adult industry? That it gives consumers a false image of what sex really is? »

«That’s the fantasy part of it. If I want to do an upside-down 69, I’ll do it, but I’m not asking my audience to follow. » Priya laughed.

«That’s true, I guess. » Freida laughed nervously. Her hands moving around on the carped aimlessly.

«I treat porn like a performance. It’s a form of theatre that happens to be titillating for a large audience. »

«Ah, okay... »

«Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about these things yourself. » Priya dared.

«Uh, I don’t know about that…»

Did I imagine things? Freida wasn’t distraught at all by Priya’s dirty admissions, but instead seemed turned on. She was breathing heavier, and her hand trailed over her chest. This woman was definitely getting to her.

«And the moral aspects… Um… I mean, if you’re an adult actress… is it possible to get lulled into false security and forced to do things you don’t agree with? »

«No. I have full control over what I do. If the director’s a dick, I’ll be the first one calling him out. »

«And you don’t think it makes regular sex boring for you? »

«That’s another benefit. Porn is a great way to explore your own sexuality. If things get boring, I do something about it and ask the director to arrange for something more exciting. »

«Like what? » Freida asked a bit too curious.

«Oh, all sorts of things. If I can fuck six girls at the same time, why the hell not? » she laughed out loud.

«Uh, no doubt… » Freida sighed. Once again, her breathing had intensified. She was losing focus. Priya noticed it too and smiled knowingly, not letting Freida’s growing arousal get in the way of her answers and confessions.

«And the industry is open for all sorts of improv. No-one cares if you want girls, if you want two guys at the same time or any other sort of combo. »

«I understand. That’s a… That’s really kinky... » Freida said dreamily. Her hand clung to her chest, as if she tried to stop her heart from racing too fast.

«… there are SO many companies you can choose from. Kinda like the Hollywood studio system, right? » she motioned for Freida to take the initiative, but Freida was nearly gone.

«M-hm… »

«And then of course, there’s the power aspect. I love the power my movies give me over those who watch me. »

«Watcing.... Um, excuse me? What did you say? » Freida said as if she had been awakened from a dream.

Priya laughed. «I said I love the power my movies give me over my watchers. A face full of cum have an immense effect on men and women alike. »

«God... yes… »

«And these of course. I love how much power they give me over men, and women also. » she gripped her fat boobs and shook them sideways in her saree. Freida looked like she was hypnotized by their movements.

My hard-on was growing painfully fast. I hadn’t noticed it before now, but it was like I was enthralled by Priya’s voice. I got the feeling she used her dirty confessions to control people - making them obey like puppets on strings. It certainly seemed like that because Freida was asking questions like a robot - like she no longer was in control of herself.   

«They sure are… big. » Freida admitted, not taking her eyes off them.

«Oh yes. Any man I know love to do fun things with them. »

«What kind…»

«What? »

«What kind of fun? » Freida said as her hand slid down between her legs.

«Well, for one thing, they’re a great pair for tittyfucking. God, I think every single one of them want to do that. Furthermore, I love how they’re a perfect target to receive a load plastered all over them. It’s a wonderful sensation - the feeling of cum dripping down between them and over my belly.

«Ah…»

«That’s also a large part of the exhibitionist aspect. »

«Wh…what is that? »

«The joy of being watched silly. Thousands of men watching me home on their computers, jacking off to me… »

«…Hhhh! » Freida’s gaze became unfocused like she was orgasming there on the floor.

«…that’s so hot girl. Oh, God! The mere thought of it makes me wet. That’s the exhibitionist thing. »

«U-huh! »

«And it’s not just men watching me of course. The thought of women watching me and wanting to be like me is an even bigger turn-on. Women wishing to do what I do, and be as dirty and nasty as me! »

«Mnnnnnh! »

Freida’s hand had moved down into her pants where she was fingering herself. Heavy breathing was now accompanied by light moans. I think she didn’t even notice this, as if Priya had hypnotized her and enslaved her will.

«Anyways, I think it’s about time we take a break. Otherwise, someone might get soaked. » Priya snickered.

I vaguely heard Priya’s words because by then I had my cock in my hand and jerked it furiously. When did that happen?

«So, Freida, tell me… » Priya began, totally ignoring her handy actions. «You think there are similarities between porn and the sort of acting you do? »

Freida didn’t immediately answer, but she must have registered Priya’s question. At least she stopped masturbating herself and snapped back to reality. Looking like she would self-destruct from sheer embarrassment after what she had been caught doing, she looked around confused. 

«Huh, I… I don’t know… What to say…»

«Oh, I’m sure you know what to say. » Priya giggled. «You’re an actress. You’re used to people watching you. Would you say there are similarities between mainstream acting and porn? »

«I guess… » she said like she was high on anesthesia.

«M-hm. And since you agree porn is pretty much like mainstream acting, would you mind joining me for a session? »

This was Priya’s most direct attack so far. Well timed and tactical.

«I shouldn’t… » Freida half-whispered, half-moaned.

«Your body doesn’t lie. It would very much like to participate in some deliciously dirty stuff. » Priya mused seductively and moved closer to her. Planting her hand understandingly on Freida’s shoulder as she leaned in closer.

«Uuuuhhhh. »

«You’re Indian like me. You understand the reputation us girls have to live up to, don’t you? »

«Nnnnnhhhhh! »

Freida no longer seemed fully conscious. Her lips were parted, eyes were half-closed and her head swayed as if she was seconds away from fainting.

Priya grabbed her by her shoulders, but not because she was afraid she would fall over. Instead, she shifted her hands to her face, holding her still as she moved in for a kiss. It was a swift peck on her lips, but Priya had made her intent clear. Pulling her head back she smiled serenely as she anticipated Freida’s reaction.

It was at this moment I seriously wondered if Priya truly had magic powers and supernatural abilities to sway people to her will. Or maybe the naughty details Priya had admitted was too much for Freida to handle? No matter the reason, she showed no signs of resistance as she met the older woman’s lips with her own. The kiss was longer and more passionate this time. Long enough for my pants to hit the floor.

«Mmm! I knew you were a feisty one. » Priya said as Freida finally broke free. With those words she wrapped her arms around Freida’s neck and began making out with her. Freida mirrored the older woman and slung her arms around her.

There was no innocent kiss this time. Only uncontrollable and sloppy Frenching. After lip-locking for a few seconds, they opened up and snogged with tongues on full display – entwining in a wet and slimy dance.

Freida’s hands grew restless. In a few seconds she were all over Priya’s massive tits, mashing and squeezing them. Priya loved how this younger actress gave in to lust and egged her on.

«Mmmmmmmmm, you love these giant porno-jugs of mine don’t you!? Prissy little bitch would love to motorboat these giant tits, hmm? You’d like dat huh? »

There was a low mumbling from Freida which sounded more like a plea. Yes, she definitely would. In a second, she had shoved her entire face down Priya’s love-cradle.

«Ooooooooooooooohhhhh, motorboat those tits! » Priya cooed as her head shoot backwards.

I could hardly believe my eyes. What transpired was something straight out of a fantasy. In a few minutes Freida Pinto had gone from a polite conversation to feasting on a pair of massive pornstar tits. The sight only got better as Priya unfastened the top of her saree and unleashed her melons in the face of the younger Indian. Freida reacted with a starved mewling sound and doubled her efforts.

I was spellbound. In fact, I didn’t notice my dick was in my hand before Priya turned and met my hungry gaze, ignoring the woman between her breasts.

«Mmmm! You have a great joystick between your legs mister. Why don’t you come over here and let us give it a ride? »

My slacks were already down on the floor as she spoke to me, and then it was like my clothes vaporized and disappeared. Given the circumstances it felt only natural, and the girls surely didn’t mind.

«You get your kit off too. » Priya told the young woman with her face still buried between her tits. «Modesty has no place on a movie-set, and I want to have a look at that sexy body of yours. »

Freida acted like in a trance. She backed away from Priya as she feverishly began removing her clothing – acting in a desperate need to get naked. Pulling off her sweater, she kneeled on the floor in her red bra as she began messing with her belt. She moved fast, but clumsily, as if she had forgotten how to undress.

Priya had no such problems. Her saree was made to be shed like a drape uncovering a piece of art. Already topless, she made sure we saw her removing the rest of her outfit – letting her saree and veil fall to the floor, exposing her body to us. Freida literally cried out in joy as Priya stood there naked. Her entire body was a sinful wonderland, sculpted to pornographic perfection.

«Freida will get her turn, but I’ll go first. Ooooo! You should’ve been in the business with that big fat schlong. » Priya cooed lustfully as I came over to her with my dick in my hand.

By then I was in her powers as much as Freida. Laying down on the floor seemed rough, but we didn’t need any bed or furniture. The carpet was good enough for the three of us.

Moving over me, Priya elegantly displayed her body as she settled in a reverse-cowgirl. Grabbing my engorged dick to make sure it found its way inside her right hole, her tight grip on my unit told me she was more than experienced in this business, and she didn’t waste her time. It took her a second for her to impale herself, and another second to start riding me. In moments she had reached a ferocity that would be deemed unhealthy and risky for unexperienced lovers.



«Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, YES! Fuck me with that big dick, yes! YES! YEEEESSS! »

She wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it, but why should she? Priya had readied herself for porno-movie sex, and now she regarded me and Freida as her co-stars and acted out like we were part of the movie. None of us were in any position to turn her down.

Priya thrashed her hips with amazing force – moving up and down with such force I decided it was best I laid still and let the sex goddess do all the work on me. Watching that massive rump cascade each time she hit me was a sight to behold, and I was in awe how she made all the right muscles tense at the precisely right moments. I guess when you’re an certified expert at sex you can do these sort of things.

Freida kneeled before her and moaned uncontrollably as she watched Priya’s large tits bounce and slap together. She had shed the last remains of her clothes which were now strewn around on the floor. Totally naked, she let her hands fly all over her body – kneading her own tits and squelching away with her hand between her legs.

«Oooooooo, it seems miss “serious actress” is ready to get dirty as well! » Priya said as she stopped her movements and leaned back over me. «Well, don’t wait. Dive in bitch! » With those words Priya spread herself wide open.



Holding her legs in such a stance was a feat for cameras and dirty magazines, but it gave Freida the perfect opportunity to move in and lick us both at the same time. Priya didn’t even have to give her commands. Freida was down on all fours and crawled towards us before we even knew it. With her ass in the air, she slithered her tongue up and down my dick as I tried my best to plow the woman lying on top of me. Priya loved the attention and responded with dialogue straight out of the movie she had scheduled that day.

«EEEEEEEEEEHHH! LICK MY CUNNY! YEEEEEEESSSSSSS! »

Priya writhed on top of me, but the position was too good to give up. I didn’t mind the feeling of Priya’s hot body, and certainly not the feeling of Freida’s eager tongue pleasuring the both of us simultaneously.

If you’re familiar with Priya’s movies you know she’s incredibly wet, and a force to be reckoned with when it comes to the art of squirting. Right then it seemed like she was in a near constant state of orgasm. I’m sure this was part “acting”, but she certainly lived up to at least some of her reputation, something Freida experienced. Priya went off with inhuman screams of pleasure as she splattered the woman before her. When we rearranged the position a few minutes later, Freida’s face was completely soaked in Priya’s lovejuices, her hair matted to her face in ropes.

I had held myself impressively so far, but we had just started.

Priya had moved off me and held Freida’s naked body in her arms as she licked her face clean. Their tits looked great squished together. Freida was meeting Priya’s tongue with more vigor now and seemed more conscious about her actions. I watched as she mumbled a few Indian words to her companion, which made Priya grin.

«This flat-chested slut wants to hop on your dick as well. She can’t control her urges now that she’s seen us. Shall we give her a chance to show how Indian women pleasure a man? »

«I’d hate to turn down such an invitation. » I smiled.

Freida said nothing. Panting like a bitch in heat, her legs were shaking in desire as she got up and moved towards me. Priya put an arm around her waist as she led her forward.

I used their repositioning to study the differences between their luscious Indian bodies. Freida was slightly more light-skinned and considerably less developed - still holding on to some of her youth as she wasn’t nearly as developed in the hip and ass department as Priya. Her b-cup tits seemed small compared to Priya’s gargantuan jugs which gave off a jiggle with each step. She was nonetheless a supple specimen which made a beautiful contrast to Priya’s voluptuous body. While the age difference wasn’t that great, they looked like mother and daughter as Priya guided Freida towards me.

«Now, you be a good girl and give your man the ride of his life! »

Freida obeyed with a horny gasp - bowing her legs and straddling me in a regular cowgirl. Priya kept holding on to her waist, making sure the younger woman didn’t immediately crash down on me whilst Freida feed more and more of my dick into herself as she slowly moved up and down. Their exotic show was immensely erotic – watching the older woman preparing Freida like part of some ancient sex ceremony.

Finally, Priya released her arm from Freida’s waist and let her crash downward - making us both cry out in pleasure as I felt my dick rocket deep into her. Freida immediately began lifting herself up and down. She wasn’t as energic as Priya, but experienced enough to leave a mark as she tossed her hips.

From the setup I think both me and Priya had assumed Freida would be completely submissive, but she quickly proved us wrong. Hellbent on showing she was on par with her pornstar companion, she gripped her left leg under her knee and began bending it upwards. She did this as she continued to use her right leg to bounce on me.

Watching us, Priya cooed as Freida contorted her body in a display of amazing flexibility.

«Mmmmm, I knew you had hidden talents the moment I laid my eyes on you. »

Showing gymnastic talents in the world class, Freida raised her left leg further upwards as she rode me. In a few seconds her foot pointed skywards. I could barely believe my eyes as Freida’s body seemed to be made from rubber. Her leg soon bended 180 degrees upwards - lying parallel to her upper body with her foot dangling above her head. Gripping her ankle with both hands, she gasped in uncontrollable excitement as she stared down on me.

«Ooooooooh! Look at this whore go! She’s definitely Kama Sutra material! » Priya squealed excited.

It was true. Freida fucked me in a position taken straight out of a contortionist competition. I placed my hands on her ribcage and lifted her body up and down - helping her keep up a pace that had to be extremely tiring with only one leg to support herself.

Immensely satisfied she had turned Freida Pinto into a rampant slut, Priya didn’t want to be let out of the action. She moved behind the woman bouncing on me and grabbed Freida over my own hands, helping me handle her body while Freida kept her acrobatic position. Her high-pitched gasps and cries were muffled out when Priya moved in on her face and they began violently tonguing each other again.

We held her up like this for about a minute, but I couldn’t believe Freida would be able to hold that amazing pose for much longer. Her face looked like a parody of an orgasm: Her mouth hanging wide open, her eyes bulging, and her hair a tussled mess. Sometime during that fuck-session she came, but her body were so constantly racked with pleasure neither me nor Priya noticed she was close to cumming. We just felt her tense up and saw her eyes roll back into her head. Then she began shaking uncontrollably for a few seconds before her entire body went limp in our arms.

Helping Freida off me, we laid her down on the carpet. She was exhausted after her impressive gymnastics’ session, but Priya wasn’t going to let her rest for long. I hadn’t come yet, so I was happy for her initiative.

«You liked my pussy didn’t you? Since you’re such a cuntlover I’ll give you a free tour, but you better do it good! » Priya cooed as she laid back and spread her legs as far as they would go.





These two women were flexible on a level beyond my wildest dreams. Maybe the stereotype of Indian woman being Kama Sutra experts wasn’t so exaggerated after all? Priya’s open legs gave Freida all the access she wanted. Diving her face between her meaty thighs she dove inside and began suckling on her cuntal lips. This was met with further squealing as Freida dove her tongue inside Priya like an eely snake. I was more interested in Freida’s ass wiggling in the air before me.

It was time to get myself off. Moving behind Freida’s upturned rump, I bended my knees as I entered her. Holding onto her hips I rose up again - lifting her lower body from the ground as I pounded her cunt. Freida looked back at me for a moment, squinting her eyes lustfully as I used her sexy body. With a naughty grin she used the opportunity to show off and threw her legs into a full split like Priya, or at least very close to it. Gasping from her sudden leg-action, I had to shift my hands to keep a better grip on her.

Freida’s ass cascaded before me as I pounded her. Her entire body was glistening with sweat and her face worked overtime between Priya’s wide-open legs. The pornstar shrieked in pleasure as she pulled Freida by her hair - urging her to go deeper.

«AAAAAAaaahhhhhh YEEEEEEEEEESS! Tonguefuck my cunt you Indian fuckslut! EEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH! »

Priya’s screams brought me back to the caramel-skinned flesh-fest quivering before me. I got awestruck at what an amazing position we held: Priya Rai split open in a spread eagle, getting her snatch eaten out by Freida Pinto. Freida balanced herself on her elbows while I held her under her thighs as she opened herself in a split as impressive as Priya’s - her legs swaying to her sides as I fucked her snatch. I had no idea what positions Priya’s movie had scripted, but I refused to believe it would contain anything as outrageous as this.

Our Kama Sutra session was heading towards climax. Priya was screaming non-stop and loud slurping sounds and half-chocked whining came from between her legs where Freida ate her out. Holding her up like this was a bit tiring, but I knew we were all pretty close and Priya’s shrieking admissions was what got us all off.

«YEEEEEEESSSS! I’M GONNA CUM! HERE I COME SLUT! GET READY BECAUSE I’M GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING FACE! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! »

Priya came! Like a massive cum-bazooka, her squirting juices blasted Freida in her face as Priya held her by her hair. I seemed like it immediately took her by surprise, as if she didn’t know what was happening, but she quickly caught on to what she had to do and opened her mouth. The massive squirt fountain splashed down her gullet - Freida’s throat working in overdrive trying to swallow Priya’s juices. It was like watching a person attempting to gulp down a tidal wave! It overflowed her mouth in seconds and spurted out her nostrils and all over the carpet.

The sight was so obscene and hot it triggered my own orgasm. Letting myself go I lined her inner walls with my cum, draining my balls deep within Freida’s womb as I held on to her tightly, her legs flailing wildly in the air beside me. For the next few seconds Priya and I filled Freida from both ends. As I let go of her, she collapsed to the floor. Her tongue was practically hanging out of her mouth as she laid there panting for several minutes.

Priya handled her orgasm much better. There was a silly grin on her face as she looked at me.

«You had a great time, hah? »

«Oh yes. » I said as I spooned Freida, making sure she was coming down nicely from her latest orgasm.

We sandwiched Freida’s body. Priya caressed her, as if she wanted to make sure she hadn’t overworked her Indian sister in crime.

«You’re a true natural, you know that? » she said with admiration in her voice. «Few girls, even in this industry could strain themselves to the positions you just did. »

Freida’s face was flushed with post-coital exhaustion. Yet, there was pride in her eyes as she met Priya’s smile and began fondling her breasts. Her voice slurred as she finally spoke to us.

«This is… This is nothing... After all… I come from Kama Sutra country! »


***

The next day I assured a curious Greta it had been a “fruitful” meeting, but didn’t go into details. I’m unsure if she ever caught on to what went on.

Simon was gone for the rest of the week. When we met I decided to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, ignoring his seven mile wide grin.

Freida continued to thrive in Hollywood for a few years before heading back to her home country. She would later star in hits like Immortals and Rise of the Planet of the Apes, while Priya Rai won stardom as one of the most popular pornstars of her generation.

I didn’t see much of them again, with one huge exception. 

A few months later, I got a mail with attached photos. It was an invitation to a reprise of that first encounter. Not something any sane man would turn down.

Going back to the same house, I knocked on the door. Opening up I was met with, not one, but two beauties. Priya and Freida – both clad in full saree and veils like Indian princesses. Their seductive smiles broke into naughty grins as they pulled me in, showing all I ever wanted to know about Vātsyāyana’s teachings.



NEXT: Exploring the asphalt world with Emma Watson.



I'm off for a break now. Summer vacation's here, but I'll use my time wisely and get some new episodes done. 

See you all in a couple of months.  ;)



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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #106 on: July 01, 2022, 11:11:43 AM »
Never thought I'd read a Freida Pinto fan fiction. But here we are. And once again, you have nailed it with unique storypoints. It's easy to get repetitive with these stories but you always find a way to make them stand out from the last one. Also, I cannot wait to read the Emma W story. I have been waiting for that one ever since you mentioned in one of your comments.

Enjoy the summer!
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #107 on: July 01, 2022, 06:31:22 PM »
Great job. I hadn't heard of either woman before. Priya was hilairious honestly. She was so fun to read.
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #108 on: July 02, 2022, 08:58:14 PM »
Never thought I'd read a Freida Pinto fan fiction. But here we are. And once again, you have nailed it with unique storypoints. It's easy to get repetitive with these stories but you always find a way to make them stand out from the last one. Also, I cannot wait to read the Emma W story. I have been waiting for that one ever since you mentioned in one of your comments.

Enjoy the summer!

I second this. Nidhogg is really treating us to some great stuff with babes who had little to no stories before.
 
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diamond_luv

Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #109 on: July 04, 2022, 09:07:05 PM »
That's two Indian ladies I didn't ever think I'd be putting into the indexes.

Priya is really beautiful, never seen her before.
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #110 on: July 08, 2022, 02:33:59 PM »
Another fine chapter, thank you.
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #111 on: August 06, 2022, 01:10:48 PM »
Just wanted to drop by and leave another comment to praise your writing skills, Nidhogg.

As I have stated previously, this story and the scenarios our main character finds himself in brings back memories to some of the long running series from back in the days where CSSA was up and running.

I also wish to commend you once again for giving "older" celebs a spot in the limelight as most fics these days feature younger stars - not that I am complaining - but it is nice to read about celebs who aren't getting as much attention these days or back then.

This chapter was great as well and I appreciate the fact you have also included pornstars - even if the fact that their occupation kind of makes sex stories featuring them a bit redundant.

But fiction allows one to write sex scenes they would probably never do.

Though I am a little sad that you didn't have Priya Rai indulge in some anal action, which she never did in her career, even though I think she had a great ass - for a lack of better words.

Anyway, this series of yours is just fantastic to read and I look forward to whatever you have in store for us next.

Another great job from Nidhogg, you have talent! :Y:
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #112 on: August 19, 2022, 02:32:40 PM »
Thanks for solid replies mates. When I started this series one year ago I thought it was fun just seeing my story realized. I never considered the chance others would have much interest, but feedback makes it so much more exciting to write.

This chapter was great as well and I appreciate the fact you have also included pornstars - even if the fact that their occupation kind of makes sex stories featuring them a bit redundant.

But fiction allows one to write sex scenes they would probably never do.

Thanks! I think the inclusion of pornstars adds a layer of quazi-realism to the sexy stuff since we know what these women are capable of. Pairing them off with filmstars just ups the sauciness since I think most of us fantasize about what it would be like if mainstream celebs actually did porn. With the career-change of Maitland Ward a few years ago this scenario is no longer that unthinkable either.

I've been hit with a gigaton of work lately, but I spent the summer updating the next ten episodes or so. September promises to be an active month here.
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #113 on: August 26, 2022, 02:25:12 PM »

I've been hit with a gigaton of work lately, but I spent the summer updating the next ten episodes or so. September promises to be an active month here.


Just take your time, you don't have to rush anything for my sake and I am sure others here agree.

I'll be looking forward to see what you have in store for us.
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 18: Freida Pinto + Priya Rai]
« Reply #114 on: August 29, 2022, 06:54:35 PM »
Take your time, it is never a rush! The story thread isn't going anywhere. We will be here waiting  :Y:
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 19: Emma Watson]
« Reply #115 on: September 03, 2022, 09:50:56 AM »
Episode 19

Codes: cons, MF, anal, gape, facial, roleplay, prostitution

Starring: Emma Watson

This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.

This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.







October 2009


“So what’s bothering you Alex? Haven’t found any fresh meat to fuck the last couple of hours?”

Simon Kincaid everyone. You haven’t heard much of him yet, but believe me, this is the guy who’ll inspire songs and fantasy lectures. Sometime in the far future there’ll be a religion dedicated to him.

Simon came to StarGazer along with Paulo Cabot during my three year absence. The two of them were the biggest new-signings to the firm before I reentered.

Paulo is a few years younger than me and specializes in conducting interviews and creative ways to promote our firm. He’s popular with female clients, a bit reactionary when it comes to the male/female relationships, but a handy guy to be around since he’s great at taking the initiative.

Simon, now that’s another story. He came to StarGazer in a way that made people suspicious. He was nowhere to be seen before he entered the offices of Bowerton - like he spawned from a parallel dimension like Greg put it. Naturally, we have to be on the constant lookout for rival agencies who want to plant spanners to hurt us. Luckily, suspicions of foul play were quickly dismissed. As he proved his worth, he quickly became one of Conrad’s new darlings, giving me a sense of déjà vu as he reminded me of my own engagement to the firm seven years prior.

People unfamiliar with his antics must’ve gotten a freaky impression of him back in those days. It was easy to mistake him for a socially dysfunctional punch-clock doofus, but beneath his goofy attitude hid a highly proficient businessman who could sell shares on the Moon.

“I’m fine.” I answered with an uninterested shrug, sensing an interrogation coming.

“You don’t look like it.”

“How so?”

“You’re not smiling.”

“Should I?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“In this job you have to put up appearances. To intimidate, to seduce, to attract the right kind of pussy. Smiling does that.”

“Forgive me for being an old goth then.”

“Come on! Not even Trent Reznor looks like that anymore.”

I didn’t tell him, but the fact of the matter was that I had been feeling a bit indifferent and lazy the last couple of weeks. No female company for a month was harsh. I believe they call it the hedonic treadmill – once you get used to the very best you need to stay there. When luxury feels like status quo, boredom sets in.

“I really am fine Simon, but thank you for your concern.”

“There’s more than concern man. We need our staff primped and readied for the world of tomorrow. Hey! I know the recipe for stress...”

“Yeah?”

“…as I’m sure you’re familiar with. It’s no secret at all, but sex makes everything better. Especially in our line of work when we get to fuck whoever we want, whenever we want.”

“Having considered that option already Simon. It’s not necessarily unhealthy to suffer celibacy once in a while you know.” I shot him down coyly although I knew I lied to myself.

“Haha! Look who’s talking! Hell, I considered Greg to be a player, but you might be ahead of him. You’re a real Casanova if the stories are to be believed!” he laughed heartily.

“I won’t deny I like women, but I’m merely following the lead from the people surrounding me.” I countered.

I could’ve been harsh and confronted him with his own juicy stories. Unlike me, Simon was sloppy covering his tracks. His many affairs were well-known to all - in StarGazer as well as in tabloid circles and among the paparazzi crowd who had begun to confirm some of his escapades.

Still, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that these kind of stories would once be told about me unless I was careful.

He was kind of right too. Whilst staying in seminal hiding, I was a lot more outgoing compared to when I first got here.

“Right, we’re the most privileged people besides politicians.” Simon continued. “No shame using our career opportunities. What I’m saying is, there are tons of release to be had in this city, and not all of them are captured at official gatherings, galas and meetings. There are escorts and whores everywhere.”

“Too much exposure.” I lied. “And too many STD's.”

In fact, I had been in the arms of prostitutes on several occasions, although I normally spared it for vacation trips overseas. And I never took to the streets looking for company. No need when hotels can send girls straight up to your room.

“So, you’re unaware of the possibilities this city can offer?”

“Like what? I prefer searching for women outside rat-infested sewers.”

“Dirtier equals better wouldn’t you agree?”

“Depends. I prefer my crack whores classy and clean.”

“Oh, sure, but there’s different merchandise for different parts of the market. Take the girls on the south end of town for example.”

“What about them?”

“They’re of a different class altogether.” he said as he leaned towards me. Whatever was on his mind was something he could hardly wait to discuss.

“So there are high-class stuff out there?”

“I wouldn’t say… No! Fuck it! I won’t say anything at all.” he grinned, suddenly sounding so excited he was literally bursting with withheld information.

“Studio secrets?” I asked, referring to the sirens who trafficked parts of the city – only available for bankers, yuppies and guys who preferred gold to silver.

“No, just different… How can I say this…” he thought intensely about it for a few seconds. “I think you need a trip on your own, because I think I might have the right woman for you.”

“You know their names?”

“How could you not? Some of these girls become legendary when word spread about their lurid activities.”

“I’m not after madams. My desires are simple.”

“Worry not. This woman – Ramona – is out of this world. She prefers her secrecy, so she’s only available for special audiences who know her route.”

“Sounds like quite a catch.”

“She is. Let me give you her most used location, and you promise to give it a shot. If you ever feel like it of course... If you’re lucky, you might happen to catch her one of her rare working days.”

“She’s a part-timer?”

“Yes. Some of these girls aren’t active because they’re forced to turn tricks by violent pimps or shitty boyfriends you know. They probably find a thrill in it and act on their own desires.”

Simon laughed even more. I had this feeling he knew something important I didn’t. Whoever this Ramona was, she must’ve been beyond all expectations.

“I know you don’t believe everything I say, but trust me. If Ramona can’t live up to your expectations and wipe that sourpuss face off your blonde mug, I’ve got plenty of gutter-sluts to recommend. Unless you prefer heroin.”

“No thanks.”

“Very well. I’m just making a recommendation here Alex, but once I start, you know I won’t let you off the hook. You neeeeed to…”

“Okayokay! Geez, you’re a little too persistent here.” I complained, causing even more laughter from the office-clown. 

I might admit my weaknesses, but for Simon, sex was the ONLY thing on his mind. In those days I was halfway certain he was running underground hostels and casinos. There were no limits to his imagination, and although it was intriguing, I was almost certain there was some hidden context to this recommendation of his.

“I’ll keep it in mind. Don’t hold your breath though.” I said just to get him off my back.

Three nights later, curiosity eventually got the best of me.


***

“Very funny Simon!” I said to myself as I looked around.

As he had promised, Simon texted me and revealed the location of the alley where this Ramona could be found. If this were her surroundings she had to be in a desperate state of mind, because Simon had sent me to the worst part of the city, or somewhere very close to it.

The streets were dystopian recycles of the film sets from Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner. The place reeked of sewage and rotten meat from overfilled containers. All windows in the vicinity were broken or boarded up. The only people in sight were hobos and people hurrying through the place. Probably to get as far away from here as possible.

There were girls here too, and these were the lower-tier girls who would suck off even the poorest chap with proposals in the seven-dollar area.

By now I was almost positive that Simon had set up another trap. The place was an eyesore, and I couldn’t believe any of the girls I had seen were the legendary Ramona.

As I closed in on what Simon had described as the home turf, I got more and more certain that something was amiss.

I moved inside a dirty trench of a street, and the scenery shifted from Blade Runner to the nuclear holocaust flicks of the eighties. I could literally hear rats moving along the walls here. The flies were buzzing around because trash was thrown straight to the ground. Murky liquids leaked from broken drainage and made the avenue feel almost oppressive. The place was downright hostile to human life.

This was less of a street, and more of an unintended voidness between two tightly built blocks. A space used for waste disposal, and possibly corpse disposal. 

I was about to head back out when I spotted movements in the corner of my eye. Someone else was here. Turning to my left, a silhouette was moving about thirty yards from me. A woman by the shape of it.

Getting closer, I was startled when a question rang out.

“Who’s there?”

I immediately thought there was something about her voice. Some oversea accent maybe.

“I’m looking for Ramona.” I dared. She kept some distance, but drifted closer. Slowly.

“And who’s asking?”

“Someone who got a recommendation.”

“And what will you do if you find her?”

“I want to see what she has to offer. I hear she’s quite the legend around here.”

I realized that last tale had to be taken with a teraton of salt as soon as she came into view. This woman reflected the street she walked on: Her legs were clad in torn fishnet stockings fastened by garter belts, ending on sky-high stilettos on her feet. Her red thong-panties were visible under a metallic micro-skirt that showed far too much of her ass. Her black bra was barely covered by a dirty white blouse and a worn-out leather jacket that was at least two sizes too small for her. There was no way she would be able to zip it up – it was only put on to showcase her female goods.

Her outfit underlined the thrashiest stereotypes imaginable, and it didn’t get better when she drifted closer and I got a clear impression of her face.

She was painted. Cosmetics were to be expected on a prostitute, but this girl had taken lessons from Pablo Picasso. Mascara was put on with such force that it was reminiscent of a little girl playing with mommy’s make-up box. Her lipstick was done so sloppily that her lips seemed asymmetrical - like they had swelled to twice their size on her left, whilst being put on normally only on her right. Her light-brown hair was a tussled mess and while there was something grimly attractive about her, she was still the epitome of a thrashy streetwalker of the most vulgar kind.

And yet… there was something unmistakably familiar about her.

At first, I didn’t manage to put two and two together. I guess I was preoccupied with the thought that this girl was supposed to be the queen of the back-alleys and didn’t have time to think twice before she approached me.

“You’re in luck then. I’m the one you’re looking for.”

I had found Simon’s dream woman. I was dumbfounded. If Simon really had her on his top list, he was a guy with sordid tastes.

And something was wrong on so many levels about this woman. And neither her outfit nor her catastrophic sense of make-up was part of it.

“I see I have found what I’m looking for then.”

What else was I to say? I would get nowhere leaving her here, and that vague familiarity had sparked my curiosity. 

“Well, since you’re my first catch tonight. I can manage.”

Dear God! I think I almost said it aloud as the revelation hit me. Maybe it was her voice that gave it away, but in a flash I had the final piece of the puzzle. A knowing grin must’ve formed on my face, because “Ramona’s” identity was revealed.

Emma! Emma Watson! I was sure of it.

I held that thought for a moment and tried to make sense of it, but the more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. And my mind must’ve been about to boil over at that point, because this thrashy prostitute in front of me WAS Emma Watson! No doubt about it.

I was aware that high profile women had whored themselves out through history. Valeria Messalina – wife of Emperor Claudius – was, supposedly, a notorious nymphomaniac back in ancient Rome. She arranged contests with lowly whores to see who was the biggest slut, inspiring gangbangs and pornographic duties millennia in the future. Even in modern times, it’s not inconceivable to imagine scandals when prominent people decide to have as much fun as they can. Still, I couldn’t comprehend girls of the upper parts of society - actual superstars - had taken to the street and slutted themselves down to the level Emma had. Wasn’t she afraid? How could she walk free around here considering the junkies and sleazy customers lurking around?

All this transpired through my head the moment I recognized her. Ramona, Emma, or whoever she was didn’t seem like she sense my unease in spite of my wide grin. At least, I didn’t think so.

“Fine. I’m ready if you are.” I said like an automatic response, not knowing how to react.

“I have a place. Take me there and we’ll have all the fun you desire. If you have as much as 50 dollars of course.”

I wondered if Emma considered prostitution as a backup job in case her acting duties dried up. 

I led her out of the grimy alley, and we headed for my car.

***


Getting out of the metropolitan area was no problem this time at night. Emma (I gave in to her prostitution-fantasy and called her Ramona) gave me directions, which led us to the outskirts of the city. That is; not one of the better places.

We rode to a rundown motel which had seen far better days. The sorry sight reminded me of the buildings I had seen in Hummerville where I saved the day for Megan Fox. In other words, it was the perfect place for what was about to take place.

The situation was so out-there I struggled hard to take it seriously, but I would lie if I said I didn’t find this thrilling as well, and I’m sure Emma would agree with me. Simon was right – there were definitely girls who got off of this kind of play.

As we stepped out of my car, I was about to walk over to the manager’s office at the entrance when Emma stopped me in my tracks.

“Don’t bother. I’ve rented number 220.”

“It’s yours to use?”

“I paid the manager for several months in advance, so I come and go as I please.”

How practical of her - roleplaying a sleazy whore, but making sure she was covered with a place to stay during her “work”.

As we walked up the stairs, we met another woman heading down. For a moment I considered the possibility she too was a roleplaying celebrity, but it seemed unlikely. She was a black woman with a large afro who carried herself like a natural streetwalker with nothing to hide. She and Emma gave each other a wink of understanding, and I saw both of them grin like jackals as they passed. I imagined the two of them were on good terms.

“That was Jade. We’ve worked together before.” Emma/Ramona bragged.

“…”

As we got to room 220 I noticed the doorframe was crooked, like someone had hammered it with a sledge in an effort to get in.

The room itself wasn’t in a much better condition. It smelled the way offices do when the owner has been smoking non-stop for three decades. The walls were clad in tasteless mono-yellow tapestry from around the time Dallas was the biggest thing on television. I noticed a large rash above the old TV set that might have been an attempt at covering up a bullet hole, or the result of someone attacking the wall with a blunt weapon. A large double-sized bed was the only piece of furniture that seemed to be in decent condition. It took up most space inside, flanked with a minor shelf standing to its right, with an impressively large exhibition mirror covering the wall on the left side. A cheap desk lamp cast a dim light that failed to hide the utterly miserable state of this place.

Emma had surely found herself a cozy place for her activities. If we stayed here too long, we would surely be attacked by a battalion of cockroaches.

I was slowly getting frisky with the prospect of doing it in such a shady place, but “Ramona” was not ready to start yet. She grabbed a pack from her purse and lit a cigarette. Somehow, this seemed even more shocking than her new profession. Emma Watson was a smoker?

“You want a fag?”

“No thanks! I don’t smoke.”

“I have some angel-dust too if you want.”

“PCP? Nah, that’s too harsh on my lungs.” I said, wondering if she would shoot heroin on the bed to underline her degenerate state.

“Suit yourself.” The young woman scoffed.

In the lamplight, her trashy appearance was more evident than in that dark alley and was cast into grotesque detail. Her make-up was so bad that if someone had used it to make a parody of prostitutes, they would’ve been criticized for not taking their job seriously.

I had gotten over the shock of meeting Emma Watson, the streetwalker. I was getting hard now. Really hard. There was something unbelievably hot watching the girl on the bed, knowing who she really was and thinking about what was going to happen. I couldn’t wait to see how she practiced sleaze in real life. She must’ve read my thoughts because she smiled wantonly as she saw my hand slide along my pant leg. My hardening dick was stuck, and I tried to get it loose so it wouldn’t break.

“Seems like someone is ready to get down to business. Fine with me!” Emma purred as she removed her leather jacket, throwing it to the floor like it was trash.

As she discarded it, I got to take in her dirty blouse which was open save for a few buttons. It was obviously done that way so she could get her tits out as fast as possible. Emma wasn’t unknown to the art of teasing. She danced over to me with elegant steps.

There were a few things she would need to learn from professionals in the trade. For one thing, she seemed like she was the one who wanted to pay for sex. The use of condoms hadn’t been mentioned yet and it never would.

She acted like a perky teen as she tore at my clothes. Playful teasing like this wasn’t unheard of, but very unlikely - unless you paid the girl more cash and she allowed the customers to fuck around.

Then again, this was just a lewd roleplay fantasy of hers. No reason not to have fun and play if you’re doing your own reenactment of what you believe real whores do.

“This will be a quick suck and fuck! No objections to that I hope?”

“Do your thing.” I said as I kicked off my pants, feeling like a schoolboy getting his first experience with porn by looking into his father’s closet.

“Relax and enjoy.”

She spoke in a sultry voice full of seduction. Getting down on her knees before me, she broke into a wide grin as my member sprang out.

“Oooooo! Aren’t you a large catch!”

Part of me wondered if it was possible to make 100% lifelike robots, and that this Emma was actually an artificial clone. It would explain lots of things, but not the immense pleasure washing over me as she got to work.

Putting her lips on me, she jerked me off at the base as her mouth engulfed my head and her tongue began swirling around me. She went into this with the intent of creating maximum pleasure for the customer, just like a real whore should. As I placed my hands on her head to make sure she kept her pace, I had time, once again, to wonder whether or not this was a dream. Deciding it wasn’t, I tried to relax and watched the eager performance between my legs. Young girls don’t get this kind of skill without practice, and Emma had obviously practiced hard.

Some men would’ve lost it in this situation, knowing what I did, but I am a man who can take quite some punishment before I spurt joy. Furthermore, I was eager to see how far Emma would go to please her customer. Continuing the aggressive blowjob for a few seconds more, she slowed down and removed her mouth from my member in a loud pop. Taking my dick as deep as this had brought tears to her eyes. Saliva covered her cheek and made her look even trashier, and if possible, even more irresistible.

“Get up and lay down in the bed. It’ll give us better room to play.” she said.

She had the best idea, as the sitting position had gotten clumsy. I made sure I left my pants on the floor as I moved into the white sheets where I removed the rest of my clothes. Lying there in the nude, Emma followed my lead and pulled off her top. Removing her microskirt, she was now only clad in bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She seemed to enjoy the striptease, like she was asserting dominance.

Jumping into the bed with me, she stood on the mattress – towering above me as if she wanted to make sure I could take in the sight of her killer body as it was revealed. I could only stare in amazement as she discarded her bra in a swift indifferent movement. Her young and firm breasts jiggled slightly as the fabric left her body. I couldn’t have been the only guy wanting to measure the size of Hermione’s tits, but here they were - quite moderately sized, just to be expected for a girl her age. The sight of them made some of her innocence return for a fleeting moment, which was kind of ridiculous given the raunchy circumstances. Her panties were pulled down and revealed a tuft of hair as if she wanted to underline that she was young, but not that young. I rested my head on the pillow behind me as Emma was down to her fishnets which would stay on during the act. She had a mean smirk of pride as she looked down on my raging member. She wasn’t the least bit intimidated by its size as she bowed her legs, ready to connect.

“Here we go!”

“Yeah! Show me what you’re made of girl!”

“Yeaaah! Nnnnnnhhhh!”

Straddling me, Emma shook the walls as I entered her. It was a visual treat of intergalactic pleasurable to watch my throbbing member impale her soft flesh – my dick now buried deep within this teenager.

Taking control, Emma gyrated her hips on me. She didn’t move too rash, which I guess was partially to conserve energy and partially because she was a bit inexperienced. Still, I wanted to see how she played her role, so I did nothing – enjoying the sight of this nymph work on my dick. Halting her rotating movements, she began bouncing on me instead - her upper body dancing to some unheard music as she swayed back and forth on me. Giving me ample of opportunities to caress her lithe body, I shifted my hands all over her soft nubile flesh.

We had started out softly, but Emma wanted to experiment with her raunchier side. She was one of the most famous and best paid actors of her generation, but underneath her polished demeanor hid a sex-monster ready to be unleashed.

As regular cowgirling got too passe for her, Emma moved into a squat so she could both receive a pounding and bounce harder. In just a few seconds she was beating down on my dick with pumping hips. Having kept silent so far, she soon lost herself in passionate coos that sounded like some feline animal getting fucked in the forest.

If all whores would give these kind of performances regularly, they would be immensely desired and sought after. In Emma’s case, I had to consider the aspect of acting. After all, her job meant she had to play out roles on a daily basis so she knew certain things about putting on convincing performances. As she bounced on my dick, I imagined she got plenty of cheap rehearsal for upcoming projects. Her performance as slutty prostitute was Oscar-worthy.

Roaming my hands over her teenage body, I ended up at her fishnet stockings. Loving the way it underlined her trashy image, I pulled on them, making the holes even bigger. It was a subconscious act as my cock was already overwhelmed by its placement deep inside Emma. She ignored my occupation with her stockings and rested her hands on my shoulders as she snapped her hips. As good as I felt right then, I think she got even more out of it. Feeling her contract around me, I increased my thrusts and fucked her cooze with strokes that slammed into her pelvis with incredible force. Loving the way I fucked her, Emma leaned her head down on my chest as she held herself in that position. Letting me do all the work, it didn’t take more than a few seconds to make her explode.

“Theretheretherethere! Nnnnnnnnngggghhh! AAAAIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”

Emma came all over my cock and went limp on top of me. I had controlled my own detonation and concentrated on fondling the girl lying on top of me – taking in the feeling of young soft flesh against on my own. I couldn’t resist giving her some praise.

“That was awesome… Ramona.” I said, sliding my hand all over her back.

“I know…” she moaned. “I’m the kinkiest bitch south of San Fransisco.”

I had to keep from laughing at her. The pleasure we shared was intense, underlined in the celebrity undercover program of hers, but she hadn’t done more than a minimum of what you expect from prostitutes. That said - the “suck and fuck” session she had promised had long since been replaced with “suck and fuck and fuck and fuck”. After resting for a minute, she opted for me to take the lead.

“Right… Now you use me the way you like mister.”

“Can you manage doggy then.”

“Great! I love that kind of shit!” she snorted.

I let Emma get up and replace herself before me. She shifted herself down on hands and knees. Swaying her back elegantly, that firm ass of hers shoot into the air, waiting for me to take command. Entering her from behind, I slid inside, causing another bed-quake.

Once again, I got occupied with the specialness of this act. I couldn’t stop wondering how many other men had used her like this, but it didn’t phase me in any negative way whatsoever. Instead, her devotion made her even more irresistible. As I increased my thrusts, I imagined a line of guys behind me - waiting in turn to take her like a piece of meat. I had to block my line of thought because that mental image would’ve pushed me to release.

The bed squeaked and shook dangerously, but I’m sure Emma had experience with customers who used her body even harder than me. The bed held and would do for many more nights. I held her by the hips as I slammed into her. Wanting to feel as much as possible of her teenage heat, I leaned over her, trapping her sexy body underneath me.

Increasing my thrusts slightly, Emma sounded like she was coming again. She was far more sensitive than most girls in this profession. Being relatively fresh to the sex thing would give away these kinds of amateur problems, but I imagined it would attract customers – Ramona; the sleazy whore who fired off regularly in the sack.

“Fuuuuuuucckkkkkkkk YYEEEEEEESSSSSS!” she yelled into the dirty pillows, staining them with her overdone make-up.

I paused for a few moments to let her come down. As she came to her senses she smiled devilishly. It seemed like she was in awe of my stamina. Her pride as a whore had been put into question, and she was hellbent of getting me off one way or another. Or maybe she just was that fucking horny. It would explain her next move.

“Mister! I’ve got an ide… I mean… I want you to do this one thing.”

“Yes?”

“My ass!” she stuttered. “You need to try my ass with that fat schlong of yours!”

I could’ve asked her if she knew the proper ways whores do business - never improvise during a session. Always state what the customer is allowed to do before the action starts. Emma had a lot to learn, but it wasn’t like I was going to turn down such an offer.

“Well, if you insist.” I growled in lust.

The thought of burying myself deep within Emma Watson’s tight asshole was enough to make me drool. She wouldn’t be disappointed. Pulling out of her, I grabbed my dick and aimed for her other hole. Emma leered over her shoulder as I entered. I shoved my large member against tightness as Emma shuddered in excitement. She showed no signs of discomfort and egged me on, eager to feel the sensation of anal penetration.

“Don’t be shy. Fucking plug me! Use me like you want! Customer is God, and I’m prepared like a real whore should be.”

Those words was all the clearance I needed. As I entered her there was a rapture echoing through the motel. Emma felt bottomless as I began pulling in and out of her in long and painfully slow strokes. Her ass contracted wonderfully around my dick and gave me a completely different sensation than when I fucked her pussy, but every bit as pleasurable.

I used my pent-up strength and pounded her harder. Her ass was an incredible experience. For a teen she was surprisingly well primped for anal as I went as deep as I could. I began hitting her harder and harder until I heard nothing but fleshy slaps and muffled cries down into the pillows.

“Ooooohhhhhhh yyyyyeeessssss! Fuckmyassfuckmyassfuckmyassfuckmyass!”

She was chanting in her own language by now. Lust had overtaken her completely and made her act out her darkest and filthiest desires. I felt like I was doing the same. That one of the world’s biggest teenage sweethearts got fucked in the ass inside a filthy motel like an actual whore was a dirty fantasy turned reality. I couldn’t get enough of it and neither could Emma who was full of ideas.

“Turn me around! Towards that one!” she pointed to the large mirror to our left which had already given me a few delightful glimpses.

Still buried inside her, I managed to twist her around so she faced the glass plane while Emma backed against me to get into a sitting position. Settling back onto my dick, she spread herself obscenely wide – her feet placed to the sides of my pistoning tights. She began moving again, lifting herself up and down on my raging manhood as she used her fingers to play with her clit. After a few seconds she began pulling her lower lips open – showing off glistening wet pinkness. I leaned to my right so I could watch her filthy mirror-show, not wanting to miss a single second.

Emma plunged three fingers inside her cunt and pumped them in and out of herself, attempting to sync her motions with my thrusts inside her ass. The sight of her contorting face in the mirror was unbelievable. Her sleazy show-off made me increase my speed - ricocheting inside her dirthole so hard her entire body began shaking. She soon had a tough job just trying to keep her balance atop me. As I pumped into her ass, she cried out so loud the entire motel must’ve heard us.

“HHIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

I pounded Emma’s ass with gusto close to derangement. Keeping her eyes tight as she balanced herself on wide-spread legs - her tits jiggled as I fucked her. My onslaught could only go on for that long, so I had to slow down after about half a minute. By then Emma’s ass felt like I had opened her up and made her better accustomed for extra large penetrations. She must’ve felt the same because she suddenly had another idea she wanted to try out.

“Gape me! Fucking gape me! I want to see what my insides look like!” she gasped lustfully.

“Oh yeah?” I taunted her.

“Fucking do it! I’m the nastiest and dirtiest bitch on the street. I can fucking do it!”

I was in awe how Emma had developed this perverted personality. She sounded like she was doing it for her own pleasure, as much as mine. Furthermore, we were positioned perfectly with that large mirror in front of us. She wanted a full ass-exposure? Fine with me. I gripped her feet behind her knees as I continued to pound her from beneath. Pulling her legs backwards now would show off her wrinkled star in the mirror.

“Ready?”

“Do it! Fucking do it!”

I counted to three and dragged her legs back as hard as I could, raising Emma’s ass into the air. As her rear-end got exposed, she pried her cheeks open so hard I wondered if her ass would tear, but Emma must’ve done this several times. Her asshole gaped in its unholy glory. I used a few confused seconds to wonder how Emma Watson found her desire to look this fucking obscene and nasty. This had gone beyond whoreplay and straight into smut-competition with seasoned fetish models.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH! LOOKATTHAT!” she yelled out in badly concealed pride – keeping her exposed ass as open as possible for nearly ten seconds, which gave her all the time she needed to bask in her own perversion.

I went back into her ass, and began fucking her again, repeating the gaping-action three times more for Emma’s pleasure. With each time, her anal-ring expanded more, and managed to stay open for longer and longer durations. The last time, her ass stayed so wide-open that I began to wonder if she would be able to stuff all sorts of things inside of her. Some of the dirtiest girls in porn manage to insert baseball bats, and Emma’s ass had been punished so much I was sure it was ready for such a task.

We had almost fucked ourselves into a coma by now and my balls began acing as I watched Emma perv herself out in the mirror.

“You’re comfortable?” I asked, sounding like a concerned father as my dick rocketed back into her ass. I was about to burst, but tried to keep my cool in spite of sweat dripping off my face.

“Fuck off! I can do nastier things!” Emma bragged, nearly out of breath. “Me and Jade shared a client last week. When he decided to shoot inside Jade’s ass, I demanded eating it out of her!” Emma confessed in-between panting gasps. “Jade squatted over me and I laid underneath as she opened her ass and gushed his entire load into my fucking whore mouth! It was sooo damn tasty!”

“Holy shit!”

This admission of hers was so filthy that it was impossible to delay orgasm any longer. My balls were surging as she spat out those last words, and I had to grab her around her waist in an effort to cast her off. Emma knew what I wanted and immediately got down on all fours. Swaying her back, she gaped her mouth towards me like a snake unhinging its jaws.

“Cum all over my fucking face like the gutter-trash whore I am! Fucking drench me!”

Her words weren’t a plea. They were a command, and I gladly followed. Holding her by her hair as I jerked myself off, I took a stance in front of her. She didn’t bother closing her eyes, daring to meet my oncoming blasts, loving the sight of my hot cum shooting all over her.

“HERE I COME! AAAAAAHHHHH!”

I yelled in pleasure as I jacked my dick in her face. My cum shot out in long slimy ropes that covered her left chin before I aimed for her mouth and shot another wad over her nose and landing another in her right eye. I used the rest of my load to cover her as best as I could. She took it like a champ and gasped in pleasure as she received my offerings splashing all over her face.


***

Emma’s face was a surrealist oil-painting. Not bothering to clean herself up, she had smeared my cum all over her and mixed it in with the overdone cosmetics. She would need at least an hour in the shower to make her face passable again.

Sitting on the bedside, she lit a cigarette and took a drag. I had gotten dressed and was ready to leave. Letting her stay alone in this filthy room felt all sorts of wrong, but for Emma it seemed like routine. The craziest thing was that she acted like this was her real self. I’ve heard of method actors living themselves into a role, needing weeks to come down again from a performance, but this was the dual opposite: It was as if Emma’s stint as an actress was a sham camouflaging her real job.

As I straightened up beside the bed, I considered her price. I had paid for prostitutes on numerous occasions, but was Emma for real when she demanded her $50?

“We’re done here Ramona. If you want, I’ll...”

“Drop the bullshit.” She snickered. “You know all too well who I am.”

“Have it your way Emma Watson.” I said as nonchalantly as possible, not wanting to ruin her nightly roleplay.

She laughed.

“No worries. You see, I knew very well who you were too, from the moment you appeared.” She scoffed as she took another drag on her cig.

My heart settled a bit. At least she was conscious about her escapades. And it wasn’t any surprise that Simon had let her know since he so obviously was in contact with her.

“So you don’t take on anyone, right?”

“Nah! Only the right guys and gals. A week ago, Simon gave me a tip there was someone worth fucking at his firm, so I made him do a few nudges.”

Turning to me, I got struck by how she momentarily resembled her character of Hermione Granger, although she couldn’t entirely shake away the skankiness of her appearance. That running cum, and mascara-disaster made sure of that.

I think I wanted to let the conversation go on a bit longer. Maybe ask her if she planned her operations carefully, or if she had certain standards to whom she decided to bring with her to room 220, but I didn’t have much to say. The sleaze of Hollywood continued to impress, even though I had several years under my belt.

Since Emma seemed to have full control, I decided she was old enough to take care of herself. We said our farewells, but not before I had driven her back to her lavish street. God knows what other scumbags she had that night.

“I see. Well, you take care then “Ramona”

“Don’t worry. I’m the queen on this avenue. No-one dares to fuck with me unless I ask to be fucked.”


***

The next day I met a certain doofus at Bowerton. He played innocent for about five seconds before he let his mask slip.

“So, you met Ramona I presume?”

“You have interesting recommendations, Simon.”

The guy broke into laughter.

“And what part of it rocked your socks? Did Emma play safe, or did she allow you to do more exciting things to her? I haven’t heard from her yet.”

“Don’t concern yourself with that. I’m more interested to know how she’s descended this far into the underworld. There’s a lot of things that could go wrong if she willingly plays in the mud like this.”

“Aw, come on. You think she would take on anyone?”

“No, she denied that. It seems like she’s got her shit together, but it’s our job to take care of clients Simon. Emma is a client too.”

“She’s got her own cravings. We shouldn’t deny her the pleasure of playing prostitute. Jesus, man… You can’t expect the women in this city to be caste and Victorian. Especially not when you’re acting like Don Juan yourself.”

The comparison didn’t seem all that fair, although I wasn’t going to deny the number of women adding up on my list.

“Be it as it may. This was an interesting lesson in prostitution and its benefits. Unexpected, but far from unwelcome.”

“Great to hear. By the way… Do you think Emma is the only superstar who plays prostitute in this city?”

“It would seem unlikely, yes.” I said, confirming my dirty suspicions.

“That’s what I mean. There’s a reason many of these ladies play rough in their private lives. They’re forced to act in certain ways to appease their employers. That’s their job and they need release. If they dare to stand in front of the cameras and play role models 24/7, you bet your ass they dare to take the risk and get filthy as well.”

“The thought has resonated these past years.” I admitted, thinking back to the number of times I had seen women challenge the porcelain image of controlled womanhood.

“Absolutely, so stay tuned for further attractions.” Simon laughed.

In spite of his endless douchebaggery, I think Simon was right. I was in no position playing the moral majority when I so easily got swayed by temptation.

“I wonder what other miracles awaits.” I muttered under my breath.



NEXT: Discussing age-differences with Anna Popplewell.


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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 19: Emma Watson]
« Reply #116 on: September 03, 2022, 04:10:30 PM »
I really liked this. The prostitution play was fun, even if I myself am not a fan of anal so that part didn't really apeal to me. But the rest of it was good.
Also you have a really good talent for describing the settings and surroundings.
Simon seems like a fun dude, his and Alex's dynamic will sure be entertaining.
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 19: Emma Watson]
« Reply #117 on: September 14, 2022, 02:24:37 AM »
Not a fan of Emma Watson by any means, but this story was hot. Great use of a pimping theme.
 
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 20: Anna Popplewell]
« Reply #118 on: September 17, 2022, 07:07:22 PM »
Episode 20

Slightly inspired by one of Carnagejackson’s JOA stories. Anna Popplewell wore this dress at some galla back in early 2010, so I tried to time it with my own timeline.

Codes: cons, MF, MMF, facial, titfuck, double penetration, age difference

Starring: Anna Popplewell

This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.

This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.






January 2010


«Tell me Alexander, how do you feel about age-differences in a relationship?»

«Hmm?»

It wasn’t that I hadn’t actually given the subject some thoughts throughout my life. I was taken aback by this question because it had been raised by Anna Popplewell - the buxom and beautiful girl who had just stepped out from a press-conference for the latest movie in the Narnia universe.


***

The reason we picked up this conversation in the first place was due to a request that came in a hurry. I wasn’t originally in the mood for this, but it soon turned out I was the only one available.

As the phone call came, I was resting on my couch, reading a copy of Autoloader. Greta was on the other end, and she was doing something as uncharacteristic as panicking. The next Narnia instalment was about to be released, and that meant we needed presence at the premiere screening, which was what Greta was shouting about.

“Alex! I just found out we have no-one to send to the promo event tomorrow. Do you hear me? NO ONE!”

“Calm down Greta. I’m sure we have some reserves left. This will be the perfect opportunity for one of those new recruits, right? I’m certain there was one who was added to our ranks recently. What was his name again… Collins?”

“Are you referring to Roger Collins? That imbecile just wasted his entire salary on cocaine and got so high his nose was bleeding explosively all over Nicole Kidman when he interviewed her. He soiled a white dress in the million-dollar class. I went through hell trying to cover the founds and hiding the connections to StarGazer.”

“Fuck! It was that bad?”

“It was just his latest slip of an endless series of mishaps. He’s a lost cause Alex, and a loose cannon. We cannot count on him.”

“So what about Kimberly?”

“Who?”

“Kimberly… What was her name again? Kadinsky, I think. She was covering one similar event a couple of months ago.”

“Dear God, are you not updated on our staff Alex? Kimberly is currently in rehab.”

“Rehab? She too had a drug problem?”

«No. this wasn’t drugs. She was a rampant slut and a promiscuous fangirl. She spent most of her time trying to gain sexual favors from various stars, male and female alike, and bragged about it on social media. She was even worse than Collins. After an episode with Gerard Butler we had her sent to a clinic for sex-addicts as she was unable to turn her life around on her own.”

I was shocked. Things had gotten this bad? If that was the case… Well, it wasn’t a favorable situation for me, but someone had to do it.

“Okay Greta, tell me exactly what is this event?”

“The folks behind Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader is holding a press conference tomorrow. It’s at the Gideon Skydome in New York. Someone must be there, or we’ll lose face.”

The Narnia franchise wasn’t really my thing. Partially because it was aimed at a younger target audience, but hey, if they need someone there, I might as well do the job. What better way to connect with the kids and the ways of modern franchise-making, right?

“Fine! I’ll do it.”

***

Twenty-six hours later I was standing in the backstage area of Gideon Skydome, watching people fly by, stumbling in cables, asking for directions to entrance doors and toilets, sucking the lifeforce out of the poor caretakers. It was a depressing but highly expected standard for the ongoing media parade the way it looked in the early 2010s.

Thankfully, this was the kind of situation where it pays off to have AAA passes. No need to swim through the crowd of fans and journalists when I have the card that opens all doors.

As I approached the area, I noticed quite a crowd had showed up for the event. Not the least bit surprising as the previous two installments had picked up popularity to rival the Lord of the Rings franchise. Not surprisingly, a vast majority of the spectators seemed to be of a younger demographic, although there were some older folks too. Fans of C.S. Lewis’s original book series was my guess. Among the crowd were a myriad of journalists, camera crews, agents and other shady characters, myself included.

Things heated up as the actors and director took stage and there was a round of applause as each and every one of them were introduced.

I had noticed the child actors of the Narnia universe had grown as the sequels piled on. Most of them weren’t kids any longer, but young adults. All of them would soon reach the stage where they were expected to break out of their safety zones and move over to mature and grown-up forms of entertainment and movies. Not that the audience cared about that. For them these people would forever be associated with their iconic roles as kids and teenagers.

One performer that turned everyone’s head that night was Anna Popplewell. She had made some impression in the first two movies as Lucy Pevensie. For this latest instalment her role was reduced to nothing more than a brief cameo, but she was still invited to this conference and had her own seat at the table.

She had just reached the ripe age of 21 and was no longer a little girl. As if she wanted to prove that, she wore a dress that tightened many pants - a low cut black spectacle that showed off her ample cleavage. She was certainly a treat to the eyes and the cameras loved her. No, this was definitely not the Lucy Pevensie we had come to know over the years.



I took a stand at one of the spots reserved for producers, and management, overseeing the event from the sideline. Although I was part of the “invisibles”, my purpose wasn’t so much being a spectator.  My attendance was important. After all, this event was a studio exhibition, showing everyone that StarGazer were present and would be ready to sign contracts if necessary.

As I stood there, I began speculating. Part of me was certain Greta had plenty of backup available, but gambled on me being willing to pose as StarGazer’s representative. Unlike the low-status emissaries we usually relied on, the right people would definitely recognize me, which would put us in a more favorable light. Smart move Greta.

The start of the press conference was as typical as the ones you read about in movie mags and tabloids. Questions about relationships flooded the actors and everyone had their boy- and girlfriend stories. I found most of it tiresome, but the crowd were in spades, and cheered loudly for even the most trivial joke.

For as boring as the conference was, I couldn’t take my eyes off Anna and that magnificent dress of hers. Standing on the sideline felt safe, as there was no way she would see me eyeballing her. Turns out I wasn’t alone.

You see all sorts of idiots at these events. There are the ones flipping the bird throughout the interview session, the attention-whores throwing stuff at the stars, the journalists asking moronic questions or the sleazebags. There was a combination of the latter two standing a couple of yards away from me this night, and he was slipping out of control. Licking his lips furiously, he stared at Anna - his hand down his crotch as he was trying to maintain a very visible erection. How the hell some of these people become journalists I’ll never know. Then again, considering the stories Greta had told me in advance, I couldn’t say StarGazer were in a position to be moralistic when we had druggies and nymphomaniacs in our ranks.

The man was a scrawny-looking caricature with horned glasses, possibly in his forties. He reminded me of an overgrown nerd confined to his mother’s basement for the last three decades, which probably wasn’t far from the truth. He was breathing heavily when the journos were given permission to ask questions. When he raised his hand, saliva was dripping from his lips.

I expected a risky question and wasn’t disappointed. The hall erupted in a massive “wooaaahh” when he asked Anna about her bra size. Anna’s face turned crimson red, but she smiled bravely.

The security activated immediately, but that’s when the guy went ballistic. Sensing that he was about to lose the microphone, he bet everything on his last question:

“You said you already had a boyfriend Anna. Would you be up for threesomes?”

This made the hall erupt in hysterical laughter. For some reason Anna looked calm. There was only that sly smile on her face.

The pervert realized his time was up and people were after him. Dropping his mick, he turned around and ran for the exit, but that’s where he hit the wall – me! I decided to give him a stern lecture. Grabbing him by the shoulders, I looked down on him and shook my head in a disappointed manner - mimicking the gesture Uriah Moody had used on his ex when she had attacked Emma Stone a year before.

If his face was anything to go by, he would have to change his pants. The security people were quickly behind him and took the journalistic failure with them. As they dragged him away, he looked so pathetic I almost felt sorry for him. The security guys showed him no mercy and escorted him out to the roaring applause of the crowd. As he was pushed outside, he began crying like a baby!

Looking around, I noticed some of the people were applauding me. I guess they were thankful I had taken it upon me to protect Anna’s dignity, but I didn’t want to stand there like a knight in shining armor. Anna hadn’t paid much attention to this circus although she glared towards where I was standing. For a fleeting moment I think our glances met, but it might have been my imagination.

***

The Q&A session slowly died down half an hour later. As the stars exited, I went to the VIP lounge and mingled with the crowd. This was where I met Darren Hyatt – one of the most respected freelance journalists in the country at the time. With his black suit and trademark round glasses, he simply oozed cool. He might have looked like an Eastern-European assassin for hire, and his enigmatic wordplays usually went way above my head, but when it came to field work like this he was a genius.

He was also aware of my interference in the conference hall.

«Aaah! Alexander Taylor Pierce - superhero of the Gideon.”

“Oh, please! Just a meek attempt making studio-representatives look gentlemanny.”

“And that’s much needed these days! Pleasure to meet you.” he grinned as he shook my hand.

“Pleasure’s mine Darren. I hear you’re still doing business, although I haven’t read any of your articles lately.”

“Because I haven’t written any. Not in a while.” he sighed, seemingly tired of being asked that question.

“You worked for Action I recall…”

“A year ago? True, but I’ve long since parted ways with those jackasses.”

“How come?”

“Because I hate them!”

“Here we go again!”

“Most of what these mags demand are beyond my reach and personal bounds of decency. I can tell you one thing; there’s not a single one of these fakes worth jack-shit, you hear me? No-one!”

There were times Darren sounded so misanthropic that I feared he was part of some secret organization aiming for the destruction of mankind. 

“Always the optimist. So why are you here in the first place Darren?” I asked, concealing my own story.

“Because conferences pay bills.”

“Who’ll pay you when…”

“Someone will.”

“Right!”

Darren seemed bored and indifferent. Just like I remembered him from previous meetings.

“Some of these schmucks seem ready to head out soon, but I don’t think I’m in the mood.” he said and panned his head around the room. “Where are you staying?”

“Astoria.”

“Shit, you stargazers can afford the best stuff. I’m in a dump downtown...”

We chatted for a while. Darren is a library of sensitive information most people want to conceal and hide. Spending time with him could be helpful, and if something came out of this, at least I wouldn’t return emptyhanded.

***

I was back at Astoria about an hour later. Emptyhanded.

Darren and some of the others had decided to attend a strip show in the Wall Street district with some rowdy bookers. Normally I’d welcome such an event, but I had decided to call it a night. Why Darren had decided to tag along I had no idea. The guy was one of the most antisocial folks I knew. He was never seen with company and never had any saucy stories to tell.

I was in the foyer at the ground level, walking into the elevator that would take me to the 12th floor when there was commotion right outside. I stopped the doors when I saw a small figure running towards me. A girl by the look of it. Acting on my gentleman instincts, I held the doors for her so she didn’t have to wait for the next cart.

“Thank you so much sir.” she said as she hurried inside.

It took a few nanoseconds for my brain to register who it was. None other than Anna Popplewell!

Her presence baffled me. It shouldn’t have been surprising an actress would get a decent hotel like Astoria, but wouldn’t she stay with the rest of the Narnia crew? I saw no such people down in the lobby when I arrived, no press coverage, and nothing implying the presence of Hollywood stars in this place.

No matter what, her small and voluptuous figure fit well inside the elevator cart beside me. She was even smaller when I met her up close – no more than 5.1 – still clad in that irresistible dress which would’ve melted guys colder than me.

“You’re welcome young lady.” I said as the doors slid shut.

She grinned. “Pleasure’s mine. You’re quite the gentleman.” She said as she smiled up at me, her teeth shining.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah! I recognized you, you know! From back when someone began asking inappropriate questions down at Gideon.”

“You noticed?” I gulped.

“Yea, you handled that creepy-looking guy with glasses. I didn’t get the chance to thank you, so I’ll do it now.”

“Why would you do that?” I said, playing innocent.

“Because you’re my hero of course.” she giggled and grabbed my arm. It was a friendly gesture and a light grab, but it did certain things to other parts of my body. I hoped she didn’t notice.

“Well…” I cleared my throat. “I’m all for people asking unorthodox questions, but I also like people feeling comfortable around these events. You can’t do that when there are goombahs like that son of… Like that guy around."

“Eh, you’ll always find some of those under these circumstances,” she said nonchalantly, still holding onto my arm, “and I can handle silly questions, but I’m glad someone had the guts to say enough was enough.”

“No problem. I hope you weren’t mortified.”

“Don’t worry – I can handle worse. Hey, do you want to come up with me?” she suddenly asked, as the floor-display closed in on 12. “I think… there’s something up there that might be of interest for journalists like you.”

“That’s tempting Anna, but…” I started, wondering if I should blow my cover and reveal my real position.

“Pleeeease? It’s so boooring around here with no-one to talk to. I’ll make sure it’s worth your while.” She pouted - glancing up at me as the doors to the thirteenth floor slid open.

From a job-perspective I had nothing to lose, even though I was not fond of deep cover journalism like this. Anna Popplewell confessing the dark secrets of Disney? Not very likely, but any kind of information would be beneficial for StarGazer. And spending time with a beauty like Anna only made matters better.

Just before the doors closed, I had decided.

“Alright!”

Anna jumped up and down and clapped her hands in excitement, making the cart shake.

I calmed her down, as if I was lecturing a young kid about adults behavior. Little did I know…

***

Anna resided on the top floor, just like I had expected. I’ve told you this before, but all important people have a room at the top.

She was still holding on to my arm as we went through the corridor. I didn’t mind, but there was something clingy about her – like an overly obsessed fangirl. 

Reaching her suite, she used a key card to unlock the doors before dragging me inside.

“Mister Falwell was kind enough to give me the best room.”

He sure was. This was a suite that seemed to be of presidential importance. Whoever mister Falwell was, he was no doubt a man who could afford the best. The room gave the impression of a renaissance chamber made in the 15th century. Looking around, I expected painters and philosophers to stand around and converse about politics. 

Anna let go of me and spun around in the large apartment. Her incredible dress clung to her body, but that didn’t stop it from doing all sorts of risky movements to cast off her former teenage innocence. 

“Anna, should I even be here?” I asked, suddenly wondering if taking Anna’s lead had been the right thing to do. “I’m not sure the person who rented this lavish place for you would like an ancient geezer like me in here.”

“What makes you say that?” Anna looked at me with a frail smile - putting up a major tease.

I couldn’t help but be intimidated by her girlishness. There was something genuinely innocent about it and that cherub face of hers. However, I sensed darker undertones, like she was hiding her real intentions. How right I turned out to be.

“Well, I’m closing in on forty. And you’re…”

“21. But that’s just a number. Would it matter if I had been ten years older?”

“Some people agree with you that age is only a number. Personally, I’m not sure though.”

I said this, not unaware of the fact that I had recently been with girls Anna’s age. The week before I had been introduced to Mia Wasikowska at one of Greg’s many parties. Predictably, we ended up in bed later that night.

“Why not?”

She glared at me with utmost sincerity. This must’ve been a subject of great interest. Fearing a ruse, I decided to play it seriously.

“Well…” I began reluctantly, “not everyone matures the same way. Sometimes personalities clash. I know of relationships that has failed between like-aged folks,” I said, subconsciously referring to disastrous relationships I had been involved in. “…and I know people with vast age differences that have made things work out.”

“So, I’m not mature enough to handle a serious relationship, huh? That’s what you mean?” she scowled at me.

“I’m not saying what you should or shouldn’t do. Do what comes naturally.” I sighed, hating how serious the conversation had gotten. “The good thing about your age is that things sort itself out. You’re still allowed to make wrong decisions.”

“Oh, I know.” she laughed. “I have had my fair share of boyfriend trouble.”

“See? We all have our stories.”

“But I think it was due to experience more than age differences. The jackasses I dated were around my own age. Young men have no clue what a girl wants. Some of them can’t even unhook a bra. That’s when I began to see older guys.”

“M-hm?”

“Once I realized the importance of experience, I understood I had been doing it all wrong. No more boys for me. Mature guys only. It was also around that time I met Falwell – “mister right” himself. He had the moves, not to mention the stamina to satisfy a woman that much younger than him.”

“Kay…”

“He sure did. I was taken completely by surprise when he invited me on our first date. Back at his place we went at it like animals. The neighbors could hear us about five miles away.”

Although it was hot to listen to her lurid confessions, I was used to young women bragging about their sexual escapades. Hell, I had been on the receiving end of this since the most promiscuous sluts in high school began voicing their opinions with the subtlety of a gangraped hamster. A clique went so far as to make a billboard where they rated their individual partners. Like Anna’s story, it felt more like a desperate effort at intimidating guys and make us uncomfortable. So I played it cool, acting like Anna’s stories were nothing out of the ordinary.

But why in the hell did my pants feel so damn tight? I think that «Lucy Pevensie» doing this made everything so much hotter. Especially since her actress had this spotless and innocent image. And she just wouldn’t stop talking.

“…and by the time we discovered that porn channel on the net, we had already been jacked up on Kama Sutra. After that we tried to imitate all the positions we saw. Holy shit! By the end of that month, we spent a whole weekend inside his Lake Tahoe cabin, doing nothing but fuck!”

“That’s very interesting to hear Anna. I’m glad your sex life is in good hands.”

Maybe it was disappointment that I wasn’t embarrassed by her dirty talk that caused her to shift tactic. 

“But please tell me mister Taylor… You have a way with ladies.”

“I have?” I asked confused. Had she found out about my girlfriend stories? If so, who had informed her?

“Sure! You wanted to spare this poor innocent woman down at the Skydome the embarrassment of having to talk about her boobs.”

“Oh!” I said relieved.

“But I have to be frank… That sleazebag made me hot and bothered. If I could’ve gotten away with it, I’d LOVE to answer him truthfully. After all, they’re quite a magnificent pair.”

She grabbed her impressive assets and shook them in that tight black dress.

“…”

“Yeah, I can use these in ways in which you couldn’t imagine. God! I can strangle any cock with ease.”

Okay, this was getting to me. She had turned a normal conversation into a sleazefest and proved herself to be just as filthy as that guy with the bra-question.

“Hmmmm…” I hummed, not sure if I had to say something, but Anna had more on her mind.

“Anyways… When I had the pleasure of being saved by you, I thought to myself: “Maybe that guy wanted to ask me those dirty questions himself!?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, because that’s a great cover wouldn’t you say? Maybe you acted all pure and heroic just to get to me? Eliminating competition?”

“Now, now! If you mistake my intentions for…”

“Tell me mister Taylor… If you had the chance... Would you fuck a young harlot like me?”

“I…” I started, but was suddenly at a loss for words. Had I misheard her?

“Oh yeah, you heard me. Would you?” she stared at me more intensely than before. Or did I imagine that as well?

“Anna, I don’t think you want to address people like me like that. This could have unfortunate consequences. I’m saying this for your own good. Certain people would…”

“You would, wouldn’t you?” she said. Her smile was gone entirely. Now she radiated seduction. Her hands had begun to roam up and down that unbelievably sexy dress. If my pants got tighter, they would tear.

Still trying to defuse an awkward situation I tried to calm her down. “Look, I think it’s time we…”

“Ooo, I know! You would just loooove to have a piece of me.” she said in a deep and alluring voice as if a new personality had emerged inside her. She no longer sounded like she was teasing. She was in full attack mode - her hands moving along the top of her dress.

“Girl, if anyone caught us here in this situation, I think both of us will come to regret...”

“I’m not a girl, I’m a WOMAN!” she shouted, her voice full of pent-up sexual aggression.

“Okay, okay Anna, you’re a woman, but a woman needs to control herself…” I started, but her next action made further conversation impossible.

“Control? See how much control you can muster now mister! You’d love to have a piece of… this, huh?” Anna said as her hands grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it down in one harsh motion. It moved over her massive breasts, down her taut belly and over her pubic area, ending up in a pile on the floor.

I had my suspicions from the way she looked, and I had been right: She didn’t wear a single thread of fabric underneath. She stood before me entirely nude, her gaze as unshifting as ever.

If I didn’t know any better I’d say my jaw had hit the floor like a character from those Hanna Barbera cartoons. Anna sensed my weakened state as she continued her show. Twisting her body like a centerfold, she crossed her hands above her and let them sink behind her head as she unfastened her bun, letting her long hair fan out.

“Cat got your tongue? You can’t handle Lucy Pevensie naked and ready, huh?”

Her words didn’t belong to a young woman, but to a naughty sex kitten who knew exactly what buttons to push. It worked. By now I think I was drooling. My erection was so hard it felt like I had my cock stuck down one of my pant legs. I wouldn’t be able to handle more teasing.

As if she had read my thoughts, Anna moved onto the bed where she kneeled seductively like a Playboy model and shoot her chest forward. Her hands moved up to her huge tits which she began to caress - pressing them together and squeezing them. Her hungry gaze was fixed on me every second of this seance, and my impression changed once again. This wasn’t a pinup model. This was a horny succubus who craved rough sex.

“You want to ravish this hot body of mine wouldn’t you? But are you man enough to handle it?” With those word she folded her hands behind her head and shook her upper body, making her huge delicious tits jiggle sideways.

That was it! I had no intention of letting this witchy woman tease me like this. The longer I stood there, the longer I would delay the inevitable.

The ensuing drama was of a kind that made me unable to recall how my clothes disappeared, but they were all gone when I reached the bed. Anna was prepared for my surrender and reached out so she could grab hold of any flesh coming her way - my cock almost hitting her in the face as I joined her. She just giggled.

“Mmmm, that’s one huge piece of man meat. I can’t wait to feel it between my tits! Comere!”

Anna must’ve seen a lot judging by her reaction. I let her have the entire package, which found its way down her cleavage before I even knew it. She wasn’t just a tough talker. Her talents were the real deal, and she made sure I knew that as she fondled her rack around my length. Grabbing hold of them, she moved her tits up and down on me as I stood on the bed.

The pleasure of being between a woman’s large breasts is immaculate. It’s best when it’s a fully developed pair like Anna’s, and even more irresistible when it belongs to a beloved movie star. 

Allowing me to take control, she was soon pushed down on her back – opting for me to make use of that spectacular chest of hers.

“Use them!” she said as she grabbed her teats, tweaking them as I straddled her. “Yes, fuck my tits! Make sure I feel that huge cock of yours!”

“Oh, yeah! Take this you cockteasing little slut.” I replied as I slid between her funbags and raced into a furious tempo. That animal side of me was taking over, and Anna knew it full and well. 

The sight of my huge veiny cock sliding back and forth between Anna’s mounds of flesh was a sight I imagine popped up in the wet dreams of thousands of teenage boys all over the world. It’s something hypnotizing watching different pieces of flesh grind and fuse together, topped off with the grinning face of joy above. Anna gripped herself and made sure I did my job properly as she put her hands over my own, helping me squeeze those tits harder.

“Mmmmmmmmm! Yeaaaaaahh! Don’t be shy! I may seem like a coy and nice little girl, but in reality, I’m a cock-hungry bitch who likes it rough! I love men handling my body like it’s a piece of fuckmeat!”

Her words were paralyzingly hot. They had their desired effect too – my dick almost purple by now, the veins sticking out like cables.

Enjoying my treatment, but wanting a more active role, Anna told me to lie down on the mattress. I didn’t mind because I was eager to see what other tricks this little minx was capable of.

“Mmmmmm! Relax, and let me show you how a real woman treats a man.” she said with far more experience than a girl her age would normally be capable of.

My dick was standing like a flagpole as Anna straddled me. There was a heavy sigh as she impaled herself, my cock shooting inside her neatly trimmed snatch like a missile. She wasn’t too tight, nor was she too open. She had just the right kind of tenseness which made it all the more pleasurable to maneuver inside her. She loved me taking command, but in her young-hearted recklessness, she wanted to prove herself. It’s all the same with these young women.

I gave in and made Anna take control for a few minutes. It gave me plenty of time to explore and feel up that gorgeous body of hers. Sliding my hands all over her, Anna took them in her own and moved them to her waist so I could feel her twisting movements as she gyrated on me - swaying from side to side like a belly dancer.

Despite her young age, Anna acted like an expert lover. Throwing herself into the act with great gusto, loving the way her tits bounced – especially because she knew I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I was trying hard not to scream in joy as her vaginal muscles handled my dick.

Leaning over me, Anna squeezed her breasts into my chest. At first I thought she had repositioned because she needed to relax and wanted me to do the work, so I sped up my thrusts which caused her to shiver in pleasure.

“Mmmmmmm! I think I’m ready now. I need to feel another piece of meat in me.” She growled with her face buried into my chest.

I didn’t get the underlying meaning to what she had said. Then Anna raised her upper body from me and looked around as she purred in desire.

“Oh, Paul dear! Don’t just stand and watch, come and join us!”

In my sex-dazzled state I barely believed what I heard, but as I came to my senses I reeled in shock when I realized we were not alone.

A guy was standing naked by the door, perhaps in his fifties or early sixties. His ample-sized dick was in his hand, and he was stroking it as he watched us.

Although I had never seen him in person, his identity was no mystery, especially not as Anna had given me a clue. Paul Ellis Falwell, the boss of Trinity Prod. - one of the biggest alternative movie companies in the US at the time. This was the guy who had inherited his father’s camera business and turned it into a movie agency specialized for a conservative Christian audience. Dislike sex and violence? Trinity is the company for you.

That the head of one of the largest religious movie companies would be into threesomes and cuckolding should’ve been unexpected, although it didn’t strike me as particularly shocking considering the things I had seen. Right then I was most astonished that Falwell turned out to be Anna’s boyfriend.

“You’re absolutely irresistible doll! Are you ready for both of us to share your body at the same time?” he asked her, not even bothered whether or not I would be okay with it.”

“I sure am darling. And I’m sure this hero of mine is too.” She said as she contracted herself around my dick as if to convince me.

I should’ve been furious that Anna had tricked me into this for her own egoistic desires, but her pussy muscles did a good job clenching my protests.

Raising her ass upwards towards Paul, she made her intentions known.

“Enter me from above, and the two of you can do me together. I’m ready for it Paul! I want it! I need it!” she panted, her sexual energy radiating like an overheated boiler.

I don’t know why I did it, but as Paul closed in on us, my hands instinctively flew to Anna’s huge round buttocks. Gripping her by her ass, I spread her cheeks open as hard as I could, causing Anna to squeal. I think it was the mental image of Anna Popplewell double penetrated by two guys who were old enough to be her (arguably young) father and grandfather that sold it to me.

Priming his dick with his own spit, Paul made it wet and slippery so he could sink himself into Anna’s bowels with ease. Leaning all over her, the two of us now trapped her between our bodies – Paul laying his hairy chest atop her back as he sank deep into her rectum. His entrance was met with a horny gasp.

“Mmmmm! Paul darling! Plunge that big dick of yours into my ass! You know how much I love it!”

She wasn’t a teenage sweetheart now. She was an insatiable whore who wanted her holes ravished.

“You sure love it doll! Prepare yourself because the two of us are gonna fuck the living shit out of you!”

With those words he began pumping into her. Not even bothering to go soft, he ricocheted his hips as he pounded the young girl underneath him. I had paused as he entered and laid still for a few seconds as I felt him getting accustomed to Anna’s ass. The two of us now buried inside her sexy young body, I began giving my best too. In seconds, Anna was in another world entirely as she felt two cocks squirming inside her - ululating as we fucked her holes with great fury.



“IIIIIIIIIHHHHHHH! YOU’RE SPLITTING ME APART! AAAAAAHHHH! SOOOO FUCKING GOOOOD!”

I was unsure how a guy this old could be attractive for a young woman like Anna, but his sexual prowess was impressive, and his partner was in ecstasy - her eyes shut tight, her mouth wide open and her matted hair hanging over her face like a curtain.

The three of us writhed and fucked like this for several minutes. Paul and I almost had to fight for the opportunity to grab and fondle Anna’s large tits. She loved it and teased us further with her endless stock of dirty talk.

“OOOOOooo, yes! Knead those fucking tits! Use them like fucking bread dough! Don’t be nice! Fucking mash those fucking tits!” 

Letting Paul have his way, I moved back and held her ass tightly, feeling her soft flesh tremble underneath my fingers - spreading it open as Paul probed her. We had found a satisfying rhythm and pumped in- and out of her simultaneously. Each time we thrust into her, our balls collided and jiggled as we fucked the sexy woman trapped between us.

Even though she was impaled on both our cocks, Anna was anything but relaxed. Her hot young body was constantly twitching, her filthy mouth intensifying our pleasure as she shouted obscenities.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh, I feel the two of you throbbing deep inside my dirty fucking fuckholes! It’s soooooo fucking gooooood!”

We doubled our efforts now – grunting like Neanderthals as we rammed Anna’s holes in a wild contest to see who was going to get off first. We couldn’t stop now even if we wanted – our human selves put on hiatus as the three of us mated in animalistic frenzy.

It didn’t take long before the heat of the oversexed little vixen between us got too much. We were all getting there, and Paul was the first to announce it, to the great pleasure of his young lover.

“Uuunnnnnggghh! I’m coming doll! Get ready for I’m about to fill your ass with cum!”

“Yes, darling! Pump my asshole full of hot cum! I want it! I love it! Both of you! Pound my holes as hard as you can and let’s all head towards paradise!”

“You got it baby, aaaaaahhhh!”

“I’m coming too, eeeaaaaggghh!

“Yeah, here it comes. Right there. Aaaaaaaaahh yeaaahhH!”

“Eeeeaaaaaahhhhh, YEAAAAAAAA!”

“OH FUCK! HERE IT COMES DOLL! NNNNGGHHHH!”

“AAAAAHHHHH! I CAN SEE THE GATES OPEN! EEEEEEEHHHHHH!”

“I’M COMING TOO! OOOHHH YEEAAAAH!”

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

Our orgasms synchronized and rode us so hard we almost fractured the bed. Anna went completely out of control. We had to tighten our grip on her as she shrieked and flailed so violently she almost wrung both of us out as we emptied our balls inside her. It took nearly half a minute before her body had stopped squirming.

As we clumsily disassembled, I laid there for a few minutes as I watched Anna and her lover get up and embrace at the bedside. They kissed as passionately and sloppy as teenage lovebirds. Being the youngest of us by far, Anna had lots of stamina left and began eying me like a piece of candy as she made out.

“Say, honey... I think there’s one more thing I want to try.”

“And what might that be?”

“You know how I love for you to cream my face with jizz. Well, it’s even better if there are two of you, don’t you think?”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that!” Paul admitted, his cock literally twitching at the naughty idea.

The two of them glared over to me invitingly, and I wasn’t hard to ask. The image of Anna Popplewell with a face full of cum was enough to make me hard again.

Anna was down on her knees and handled Paul before I even got there. Focused on her task, she reached out and grabbed my dick like she had a sixth sense for cock. Pulling Paul’s meat out of her, she immediately brought me between her fat delicious lips and sucked so hard her cheeks inflated.

Working in high gear, Anna alternated between us for a while - our stiffness growing in her small and nimble hands. It was almost disturbing watching this fresh young girl handling dick like it was the only thing she had done in her life. A professional whore would’ve had trouble adapting the vigor she put into that performance.

As she alternated between us, pushing our dicks as far down her mouth as she could, she made sure her lips bulged in the most vulgar way possible. Her eyes gazed up at us alertly to make sure we watched her little show. It was enough to ready the both of us for another explosion. Paul went first, but Anna had timed us well, because I was right behind him.

“Aaaaahhhh, hold on tight doll, because here I come!”

With those words Anna pulled off his cock and posed herself on her knees - holding her mouth open and pushing her breasts upwards so we could drench her face and tits.

“Ooooooo yeaaa! Make sure you make me into a mess. Just like you always do!” 

Standing on each side of her, we jerked our cocks like madmen, ready to splatter the little harlot to her heart’s desire. She didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds.

“AAAAAAAHHHHH, HERE IT COMES DOLL!”

“OOOOOOHHH YEAAAAHHH! TAKE IT SLUT!”

White goo flew around Anna’s face. Our first blast cascaded over her forehead, but then we aimed lower so we could cover as much of her as possible. Her eyelids and nose was soon hit by several ropes. Going even lower, we finished with a great wad covering her tits, which inspired a lewd smile from her.

We threw our heads backwards in pleasure as we came. Looking down again, we found Anna Popplewell had disappeared under a slimy cover of thick cream. Having creampied her just a few minutes earlier, I was astonished we managed to sperm her down this much, but Anna was in heaven as she smeared it over her tits and licked around her lips.

“Yum! One guy is fine, but two guys are even better! Those poor monogamic bitches don’t know what they’re missing!”

“You’re so right doll.” Paul gasped, sounding like he might topple over from a heart attack.

Anna sat onto the bed and wiped her face clean with her fingers, with some help from her lover who sat down beside her.

Watching them act together, I noticed they behaved like I wasn’t even there. In a way I guess that was how it was. I was merely brought onboard so Anna could have herself another guy to play with.

I had to wonder. Did the two of them see me down at Gideon and got me onboard when they found out I lived at the same hotel? And did Paul take the initiative when that dumbass journalist had asked about a threesome?

I never asked, and I would never know what had inspired them to invite me. Not that I minded. I didn’t mind threesomes, although I prefer to be more prepared in advance.

Having wiped Anna’s face clean, and fed her most of the content, Paul turned to me for the first time in the evening.

“Thanks for the cooperation mister Taylor. If you feel like it, you’re welcome to join us again.”

“Oooyeeeaa! I need another filling like this as soon as possible! That cock of yours was… just WOW!” Anna said in euphoria as she rose up from the mattress with hungry eyes.

“Unfortunately, I’m needed elsewhere right now.” I excused myself, although part of me longed for another go between Anna’s thighs. “But it’s been a pleasure.” I said, feeling like I had to add a proper finish to what we had done together.

“Well, of course! You got to fuck me – Hollywood’s new DP-queen!”
Anna bragged before she threw herself back on the bed and laughed like a little girl proud of her own accomplishments.

Paul gleefully smacked her ass and Anna replied with a delighted giggle. She grabbed his joystick and began jerking it so he could get hard and ready for another round.

Gods, they were so randy they couldn’t wait until I had left the room. I saw no more reason to stay so I slid out the door, silently like a ninja as soft moaning once again filled the room behind me.


***

I spent the rest of the night skipping through shitty reality shows on TV, reflecting on how television makes reality seem unrealistic. All the soaps and contests claiming to show the “truth” were the most outlandish – with wannabe-celebs who desperately wanted to be “themselves”. There are no faker people than people claiming to be the real deal.

A coincidence perhaps, but I gave far too much thought to the subject thanks to Anna and Paul, six floors above me. The freakiest thing was that there was something genuine and “real” about their relationship - a young woman dating an old geezer, about forty years her senior. The age difference was great, but while I doubted they would last long together, at least they seemed to get along well in their company.

***

Getting back to LA the next day, I didn’t have any scoops for Greta, but she seemed satisfied with me for having taken an unsatisfactory job in a difficult situation. For anyone asking, it had been just another normal task. 

 

NEXT: Saving Olga Kurylenko from the worst boyfriend in the world.
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Re: Decades of Decadence [Episode 20: Anna Popplewell]
« Reply #119 on: September 17, 2022, 11:16:48 PM »
Nice job!
The threesome was really well done, and you were also realistic when talking about the age differents stuff. And the perv being dragged off by the guards in the beginning was pretty funny too.
 
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