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Actors & Actresses / Get Me Going Pt. 1 (Blake Lively)
« Last post by Cadeauxxx on Today at 01:51:22 PM »
Hollywood Housewife Whore Pt. 4
Starring: Blake Lively

Codes: Cheating/Affairs, MILF

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

This story was a commissioned piece for Jack on my Patreon. It is a continuation of my series Hollywood Housewife Whore. If you want to go back and read Blake's transformation before jumping in, here is Part 1, 2, 3 and 4.



Pound Ridge, New York

A sigh echoed in the lonely room. The shadow of a woman's figure could be seen clearly in the light radiating from an uncovered window in the distance. Birds were heard chirping outside in the morning hours. The figure moved, casting a shadow across the room before stepping out of the lonely bedroom. Blake Lively sighed as she ran her right hand through her long, curly blonde hair. On a Wednesday afternoon like this, she found herself frustrated with no help for house cleaning or maintenance. Her husband, Ryan Reynolds, was busy shooting a movie back in California. Their kids were staying with their grandparents for the time being. This left Blake home alone and stuck in a house that was not receiving the routine cleaning it desperately needed.

The last family housekeeper was fired just two weeks ago. Blake's schedule was busy in September with attending fashion shows and an interview with a British magazine. During that time, she spent some nights alone at her luxury apartment in Tribeca. The day-to-day activities involved more than just the bodyguards she employed. Blake shared the same publicist and manager as her husband. She let Ryan choose to hire the next housekeeper since the previous one had quit last year. As husband and wife, they took turns picking things up when one decision did not work out. Ryan thought he was doing the right thing when he hired a college dropout from a local university who claimed to be desperate for work. The twenty-four-year-old blonde reminded Blake of herself in some ways. There was something about that girl that made her think of partying and having good times.

Maybe it was the way that she caught the girl looking at her husband. Or perhaps it was the fact she was right in her twenties when a girl needed to be having fun and enjoying life. Blake knew that feeling all too well. She made the decision to move to New York with Ryan for personal reasons he would never be able to understand. He never found out about her affairs involving a male porn star last year. Blake found herself becoming attached to Shawn. It was not a connection of intimacy by any means. She only liked him for what he had to offer behind closed doors. Many memories had been made between them as she had affairs with multiple men. It all went back to Shawn and his connections with friends and co-stars in the adult film industry. Blake learned more about her own sexuality from those experiences, but she knew it could not last forever.

She feared her husband discovering the affairs for one. On second thought, Blake became increasingly concerned that Shawn may try to cash in on their affairs by gossiping to tabloid media. It was easy to imagine headlines in magazines and online screaming about a Hollywood woman having affairs with a porn star. She could have handed him an NDA to sign, but that would only provoke further suspicions, she thought. In the end, he was just a man that she could toss to the side. There were no strings attached to their relationship at all. She got what she wanted out of him, and that was all that mattered. Whenever she was in doubt, Blake called her friend Salma Hayek. Their friendship had lasted for more than a decade by this point. She knew Salma would have wise words after the affair they shared in France together. All Blake had to do was ask her older friend what she would do if she were in the same situation.

Salma told her to leave Los Angeles and go back home. That was only the beginning of a long conversation they had where she offered advice. Blake knew that Salma had secrets spread across Hollywood going back through three decades of success. She had many lovers before and after settling into marriage and having a family. Salma told Blake that by now, she should know what she wants in a man. She was in a position of power to pick and choose who she wanted whenever she felt the need to indulge herself. The world was full of men who had dreams of getting lucky with a Hollywood actress. Salma pushed Blake to hold her head high as someone who knew what she wanted. It all came down to finding the right man or multiple men to keep on the side. Blake was already skilled at keeping secrets. No one had to know except her and the man. Several months had passed since the move, but Blake had restrained herself from indulging in an affair.

On a day like this, she could not stop herself from thinking about Shawn. If only he was a housekeeper who could help with cleaning alongside his sexual talents. Seven bedrooms and six bathrooms would keep any housekeeper busy with dusting and routine cleaning. Blake did not want to waste her day scrubbing and cleaning the floors. She did enough to keep the kitchen, living room, and master bedroom spotless. There was no reason for her to bust her ass cleaning every inch of the house today. The more she thought about it, Blake figured it was time to look for a new housekeeper. She had to quit daydreaming about Shawn to make some phone calls and put out job listings online. Her publicist would be in contact with anyone who expressed interest in the potential job. Days, possibly weeks, could go by before a call came for an interview.

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2 DAYS LATER

Friday arrived in due time, with Blake still home alone. She talked to her husband and publicist regularly on the phone to keep her company. To cure her boredom, she spent time modeling some designer brand-name outfits. With a few phone calls to her makeup artist, Cathy, the two ladies had a free day all to themselves on Thursday. Blake had several outfits from a recent fashion show to try on and snap quick photos to post on her social media accounts. Cathy was once a hairdresser several years ago. The older woman was short with black hair and always dressed in white outfits. Blake enjoyed teasing her about wearing white whenever they played dress-up games together. As the day went by between changing outfits and snapping photos, they burned time with short conversations.

Cathy mentioned having a nephew who was currently looking for work. She described him as a young man, a sophomore in college, who played for a football team in New Jersey. He was currently stuck at home nursing an injury while off campus. From the way Cathy described him, it sounded as if he were desperate to get out of his parents house. The only thing that puzzled Blake was why he was not on campus. Cathy told her he was not one to indulge himself in the college lifestyle. That made Blake smile. From how she described him, he had the potential to be her next housekeeper. Blake arranged a meeting the next day after learning his name was Jason. She explained to Cathy that she needed a housekeeper, or at least a good handyman willing to do routine house cleaning for the right price. The two women agreed, with Cathy promising to call Jason as soon as she departed.

A few minutes past 9 AM, Blake grabbed a white cup to fill with coffee. Sunlight peeled into the window to illuminate a blinding reflection across the white marble counter top near the sink. The autumn season made a strong impression, with the dying grass and leaves turning orange and brown. Blake studied her reflection across the window as she gazed at the long, winding road to her neighborhood. The white figure of a vehicle could be seen driving slowly down the street. After swallowing her coffee, Blake set the glass on the counter as quietly as she could. Her long, golden hair was pulled back and fixed into a high ponytail. Her makeup was fresh for the upcoming meet, with the addition of gold hoop earrings dangling from her lobes. Blake had yet to decide on what casual outfit she wanted to wear upon meeting Jason. She stood in a silky gold robe tied around her waist. Focusing on the road again, Blake realized the white car belonged to him.

The car sat idly on the road for a minute. This gave Blake plenty of time to see that it was a Toyota, looking to be at least a decade old. Rust was visible beneath the front passenger window to give the impression it was a secondhand vehicle passed over. Beyond the tinted windows, she could see the figure of a man who looked to be staring at his phone. That had to be Jason and no one else. It was easy to guess he had directions for her home pulled up on the phone. Blake was surprised that he was arriving earlier than she expected. She did not have enough time to run upstairs and put on a better outfit. The robe was folded in a V shape, with her busty tits almost bulging out. They were contained inside a black push-up bra. That would be the only hint of any features he would see since her thong was kept hidden beneath the robe. Stomping her way through the kitchen, Blake reached the front door just as the car was pulling into the driveway. She opened it and waved at the man.

"Hi there!"

Smiling wide, Blake continued to wave as she stepped down from the front door. The car's engine shut off. She watched the driver's door open and a tall, dark-haired man step out wearing a brown leather jacket that covered a white shirt. His face was cleanly shaved, with brown eyes matching his shirt hair. From the look on his face, he appeared nervous and lost in the neighborhood. In his left hand was his cellphone.

"Uh, hello. I'm looking for Mrs. Reynolds. Are you her?"

"Yes, that's me! You must be Jason! I've heard all about you."

Blake's excitement was enough to force a small grin on his face. The man blushed as he slammed the door shut to his car. He stood tall in a pair of denim blue jeans and black sneakers. She grinned back at him before stepping back to re-open the front door and invite him in.

"Come on in."

From a distance, the difference in his height compared to hers was visible. It was easier to see when he walked through the door frame, stood closer to her, and shut the door. Blake led him beyond the foyer and into the main room. Upon entering, Jason raised his eyebrows in amazement at the luxury of her home. White wallpaper was visible between wooden panels that matched a vintage-style wooden floor. Blake was proud of the interior design of her home. To see that look on a stranger's face told her how impressed he was.

"Wow, this place is huge. Hang on, let me take my shoes off. I don't want to dirty up your floor."

She laughed at him.

"Oh, what a gentleman you are."

Once again, he was blushing only minutes into their meeting. Something about this interaction made Blake feel confident in him. They still had to discuss his potential job and payment, but so far she was developing a good first impression. Jason placed his shoes against the right wall near her husband's own boots. After he was done, he walked into the living room with her. His eyes scanned the fancy rug below an oval-shaped tea table that sat in the middle of the room. Two dark red couches faced the table, with a massive wide-screen television on the right wall. Rows of small picture frames were on a perched shelf below the TV, and a classic fireplace closed off with black metal bars. Blake stood there and watched his eyes wander around the room in amazement at her home.

"What do you think of my home?"

"Mrs. Reynolds, this place is huge."

"Call me Blake, honey."

She smirked at him after uttering those words. Jason stood there for a moment as she walked around the couches and had a seat to his left. Jason joined her seconds later.

"I'm assuming your aunt told you that I need a housekeeper of sorts."

"Yeah, that's what she said. She didn't tell me how big this place was, though."

"Is it too big for you?"

Jason laughed.

"Nah, I'm just messing with you."

They shared a laugh together as he leaned back on the couch to make himself more comfortable. Blake carried on speaking.

"Do you think you can get started today if we can agree on some form of payment?"

He nodded before replying in words.

"Yeah, I was hoping we'd discuss that first. How much are you offering?"

"I was thinking five hundred dollars in cash per day."

His eyes widened for a moment as he gave her a shocked look.

"Five hundred? And in cash too? You gotta be kidding."

"No, I'm not. I figure a payment like that would motivate you more."

"And per day instead of by the hour?"

Licking her lips, Blake slowly nodded her head. He smiled at her before shaking his head.

"This is too good to be true. There's gotta be something you aren't telling me."

"Oh, I am. This house has not been properly dusted in almost a month. You'll need to vacuum the carpets. Don't worry about any steam cleaning for now. We'll do that another day."

"And what else?"

"Laundry. You do know how to fold clothes, right?"

His eyes focused on her as he nodded to her question. Blake simply smiled before rising up from the couch. She turned around to face him, planting her hands on her hips and tilting her head to the side.

"So what do you think? Can you handle this job?"

"Oh yeah, I can handle it."

She clapped her hands together as the agreement was now reached.

"I'm happy to hear that. I'll make us lunch before you get to work. Come on, let's go into the kitchen."

Just like that, Blake was confident about having Jason as a housekeeper. Was she overpaying him? Yes. Did she care? No. Five hundred dollars was a drop in the bucket for the kind of wealth she and her husband had. She led him into the kitchen as his eyes continued to wander. Jason studied his surroundings in amazement at the interior designs. Blake had to wonder if he preferred her luxurious style of home over his own parents. She was not going to ask that question as she listened to the subtle sound of his sock-covered feet stepping onto the cold white tiles.

"Do you mind if I take off my jacket?"

"No, go ahead. Make yourself comfortable."

He pulled the jacket away from his body, revealing his muscular arms. Blake took the jacket and placed it over a wooden chair at the dinner table. A rectangular table made up the place, with three chairs on both sides and then two more facing the sides. It was large enough for a big family event but was rarely used.

"Your aunt told me you play football at Rutgers."

Blake spoke as she walked to the fridge and opened it to grab a bottle of flavored water.

"You want a drink?"

Jason shook his head.

"No thanks. I had a cup of coffee in the car."

As she turned to face him, Jason carried on speaking once eye contact was made.

"She's right, I do play there. You're probably wondering why I'm not at the university right now."

"I was, but I was going to ask what position you play."

"I'm a right guard on the offensive line."

Twisting the cap open, Blake raised the bottle to her lips as his eyes scanned over her body. There was a hint of her cleavage visible in the V shape of her robe. She swallowed the cold drink down and moved the bottle before replying.

"Well, that makes sense. Big and strong, I'm sure you know how to protect your quarterback."

She smirked after finishing her words. Blake did not catch herself already flirting with this young man. He was definitely strong and well-built, the way she preferred a man. Licking her lips, she sat the bottle down on a counter close to the sink.

"You were right. I was wondering why you're not on campus right now. Your aunt said something about injuries."

"She's right. I injured my calf in the season opener and needed surgery. A moderate, grade two tear."

Gasping at his response, Blake raised her hands to her face in shock.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry to hear that."

"it's nothing. I'll be fully healed in three to six weeks. I didn't need surgery."

"But why would you leave campus then?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"What's the point of staying there? I'm just a backup player. I'm doing online courses from my parents house."

That answer made Blake raise an eyebrow. It only gave her more questions than answers. Why would a young man like him want to go back home rather than have fun in college? It made no sense to her. Jason was defying the expectations she had of him. The meeting went well, yet she expected something different from him. Maybe he truly despised the college lifestyle. That could have been possible if Blake had thought about it more. Instead of wasting his time with more small talk, she asked him about lunch. Now was a chance to impress him with her cooking, all while she was still wearing that same silky gold robe. The thought of changing her clothes had not come to mind when she opened the freezer and looked for something to thaw out. She once had a hired chef who lived with her family. That made for a funny conversation between her and Jason.

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3 HOURS LATER

The whirling sound of a vacuum cleaner was heard loudly from the living room. It was heard upstairs and in most rooms of the giant house. Jason used his right hand to guide the machine while his left hand gripped the cable. It was the way his mother showed him how to avoid the cable falling in the way. Blake rested her right hand on the wooden rail of the staircase. Her fingers slid across the smooth surface as she quietly walked down a few steps. Licking her lips, she peaked in the living room to see Jason's back turned in her direction. He leaned over as he pushed the vacuum cleaner forward. His muscular build was visible in the white shirt covering his chest. He did not have any tattoos on his body that she knew of, but he reminded her of someone who did. Biting her lower lip, she tried to fight the urge inside her. This had quickly become something more than a day of house cleaning.

Something about Jason reminded her of Shawn. Here she was beginning to daydream about that stud yet again, far away from L.A. This young man had the kind of body she preferred when it came to the right man. The only question was if he could fuck her the way she desired. No one else was here with them today, leaving Blake to feel the sensational rush of horny emotions from within. Her thighs burned with a fresh dew of wetness covering the front of her thong. After the lunch they shared, she retreated to her bedroom to fix her hair up and change into an outfit. Her golden locks flowed with curls behind her shoulders. She pulled a white long-sleeved shirt from the closet. The buttons were undone to reveal her cleavage. The shirt went with a black mini skirt to reveal her legs to him. She was pleased to see Jason easily distracted by the view of her cleavage.

He stopped the vacuum cleaner and turned it off. Letting out a sigh, he wiped his head before observing the living room rugs. Blake had shown him the path to the utility room, where the vacuum cleaner and other supplies were kept. Before he got busy with this machine, he had finished properly dusting the living room. Her watchful eye studied his every move from afar. Little did he know that Blake was thinking about other things besides his job at hand. There was something about his physical appearance that made Blake's imagination wander into the dirty side of her mind. Since he was staying at home away from the university, she figured he did not have a girlfriend. Even if he did, Blake would not care. She saw an opportunity today to indulge her lustful desires with a young man who had great potential to pleasure her. She hoped there was more than just the muscles when it came to him.

Quietly walking down the stairs, Blake watched him tend to the vacuum cleaner. He was done now and had to eject the main filter to empty it. She hoped he did not see her as she stepped into the living room and silently walked back to the kitchen. Her golden hair flickered as she glanced behind her right shoulder. So far, so good he did not see her sneaking away. In the kitchen, she strutted her hips away from the fridge and to the hanging cabinets on the opposite side. She opened them and grabbed two goblets. In the lower cabinets near the stove, she kept a spare wine bottle at all times. While she was busy in the kitchen, Jason carried the vacuum cleaner back to the utility room. On his way out, he noticed picture frames hanging on the wall of one hall. The face of her husband looked familiar to him. With a second look, he recognized Ryan Reynolds.

"Jason! Where did you go!?"

Blake's loud voice snapped him back into reality. He nearly sprinted across the living room.

"Mrs. Reynolds!?"

She rolled her eyes when he called her that. Blake was standing in front of a counter in the kitchen. The two goblets sat empty, with a fresh bottle of wine to the right. When he entered the kitchen, she glanced up to see a goofy smirk on his face.

"What did I tell you about calling me that? My name is Blake."

Her annoyed voice was not enough to wipe the grin off his face. She saw the edge of his teeth, as if he were about to burst out laughing.

"You didn't tell me you were married to Ryan Reynolds!"

Curving her lips into a smile, Blake quirked her eyebrows at him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, you're his wife."

With a sigh, she crossed her arms over her busty chest. Jason could see she did not like that answer. He stepped closer as he spoke.

"Blake Reynolds?"

Shaking her head, she shot him a dirty look.

"Seriously? You don't recognize me. I'm Blake Lively!"

Jason sighed as he broke eye contact. He looked down at the floor in disappointment. Blake expected him to at least know who she was if he could recognize her husband in photos. The fact that she was not as well known as her husband was a bitter pill for Blake to swallow.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. Your husband is in the Deadpool movies, that's mostly where I know."

"No offense taken, honey. I guess you can say I used to be famous. Just not as famous as him."

Blake grabbed the wine bottle and began to twist the top off when her eyes glared back at him.

"How would you like to share a drink with Ryan Reynolds' wife?"

"It would be an honor."

She made an exaggerated pout to give the impression that she was struggling with the cap.

"Here, help me with this. You're big and strong. I'm having a hard time with it."

He blushed at her comment about his strength. Blake watched him take the bottle from her and carefully twist the top open. She stood there and watched him fill the left glass to the rim before pouring the liquid substance into the other.

""You drink wine often, Jason?"

"No. I'm more of a beer guy, but I've had wine before. It's not bad."

"Not bad? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, it's good. But I'm being honest. I'd rather have a six-pack of Bud Light."

Smirking was the only way to prevent herself from laughing in a mocking matter. When he set the bottle down, it made an audible noise. Blake broke eye contact to grab her glass. He took the other one. As they lifted the glasses, they found themselves making eye contact once more.

"To my new handyman."

She spoke before raising her glass to salute him.

"To Mrs. Ryan Reynolds."

He just had to tease her, knowing it bothered her earlier. Blake blushed as she sipped the wine. She watched Jason swallow the entirety of his glass in a matter of seconds with a few gulps. If he could down wine that fast, she imagined he had to be a hard drinker when it came to the beers he mentioned. After the drink, she smirked at him.

"Want some more?"

"No, this is fine by me."

"I don't have any beer in the fridge for you."

Jason laughed loudly.

"Oh, yeah? Your husband doesn't keep any around, huh?"

"He does have some whiskey, but he don't share with strangers."

Refilling her glass, Blake took a step back and slowly raised the glass to her lips. She watched his eyes fall from her face to see her heavy cleavage below. Her boobs were about to pop out of the tight shirt. That was the only reason she kept on the same push-up bra from earlier. As she sipped the wine, Jason's curious eyes gazed into her heavy cleavage. Blake laughed when she pulled the glass away and set it down.

"Are you sure you don't want another drink?"

"No, I'm fine. It might distract me."

"Distract you from what? Staring at my tits?"

She was blunt in her words. That may have been from the taste of alcohol, but Blake knew otherwise. There was no need to beat around the bush anymore. She was ready to make her move if he was too shy.

"I guess I'm busted then. Hard not to look at them, I must say."

"You like what you see, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Ryan Reynolds is one lucky bastard."

They both erupted into laughter at that statement. Blake placed her hands on her hips, still laughing as he tried to talk over the giggling.

"I'm serious. I don't know who you are, but he married someone who's scorching hot."

As she caught herself laughing, Blake knew she had him now. This was going to be an easy game of seduction. She sipped the remainder of the wine from her glass, swallowing it down before placing it on the counter next to the bottle. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and bit her lower lip. No one could understand how alive she felt in a moment like this, reveling in her lustful feelings. The only woman she knew who might understand this feeling was Salma. Blake was happy another woman was not here tonight to play competition for Jason. With her back still turned, she began to pull off the buttons on her shirt. His shadow was seen moving across the white floor. Blake expected him to stand by the counter, but Jason followed behind. She turned around to face him after the last button was undone.

His eyes widened as his lower lip fell. Blake grinned as she flashed her perfect teeth at him. She expected Jason to say something in amazement at the sight of her bra-covered breasts. For a brief moment, he stood there, gazing at her busty chest as if he were mesmerized by one feature of her body. Jason chose to react with action instead of words. He leaned in and threw his arm around her back. Blake shoved her breasts into his shirt-covered chest and pushed her lips against his. Her tongue moved against his from inside his mouth. They traded kisses as Blake leaned back. Her movement was stopped by the stove behind her. Jason unwrapped his arms from her and took a few steps back. The kiss ended only for him to plant his lips on the left side of her neck. Blake closed her eyes and moaned at him. Her hands wrapped around his back, fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes. You can't resist me, honey. You know you want me as bad as I want you."

His lips were still attached to her neck, now sliding down as Blake took a deep breath. Jason pulled away from her and stood up just to look into her blue eyes. The expression on her face told her all she needed to know. Bracing herself, Blake quickly grabbed the ends of her skirt and shoved it down to reveal her black thong. It was on pure instinct that she worked to slide the thong down and reveal her dripping wet pussy. Freshly shaved without a single hair in sight. Jason was distracted by the glimmering wet spots for a moment. Blake took a few seconds to pull her bra off, freeing her busty tits. That made him flash his teeth in a grin.

"I know what you're thinking about right now, Jason."

"You do, huh?"

"Yes! You want to fuck Ryan Reynolds wife, don't you?"

He chuckled at her words. Blake was trying to push his buttons with the right dirty talk. Jason grabbed her hips and lifted her off her feet.

"Oh my god!"

She gasped as he sat her down on a counter directly next to the stove. The height made it impossible for him to fuck her in this position. Jason was thinking about something else. Blake learned his plan when she saw him fall to his knees and begin sliding her legs atop his shoulders. She gasped in anticipation upon feeling his breath blow across her pussy. This man had an appetite for her in more than one way. She gasped again upon feeling his tongue lap across the wet folds of her juicy cunt.

"Eat me, Jason! Oh my god, yes!!"

It felt like a year had passed since the last time she had a man eat her out. Blake was overwhelmed with joy as she planted her hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to slip his wet vessel into her wet delight. Her eyes closed tightly when she felt his tongue slither in. Her nails dug into his hair as she raised her head and moaned again.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah! That's it!!"

Her voice echoed from the kitchen throughout the empty house. Jason wiggled his tongue in a frenzy as he was eating her pussy as if his life depended on it. This aggressive approach caused Blake to clench her teeth and growl a series of moans. Her right hand pushed into the counter surface to balance herself, while her left hand found her clit. Whimpering soft moans, she twirled her fingers back and forth over her clit, rubbing faster with each passing second. She did not expect this to be so sudden from him, but little did she think of a jock having gone months without tasting pussy. He shook his tongue deeply inside her.

"OHHHHHH, GOD!! YESSSS!!"

Blake's eyes opened wide as she gasped again after the scream. At the rate of how quickly he moved inside her, he was bound to make her cum already. Jason did not take his sweet time and enjoy the taste. He ate her pussy as if he were a desperate, starving beast of a man. She did not expect him to push her to the limit so fast. Jason wanted to taste her juices. She would never be able to understand the craving he had for pussy after months of not getting any. Her fingernails raked through his hair again as she squeezed her legs around his head. If he was to make her cum this early, Blake wanted to flood his throat with every drop of her juices. Gritting her teeth again, she moved her hand away from his head and tightened her legs around him. Any moment now, she knew the gush was coming. Jason knew it too when he felt her legs trembling around his ears. The scream she uttered was a heavy roar echoing throughout the house.

He slithered his tongue out of her pussy right in time for a warm burst of her juices to fill his mouth. Some of it leaked from the right corner of his mouth. Jason swallowed as fast as he could to prevent himself from choking and gagging. What he did not know was that this orgasm was only the beginning. He has awakened something inside Blake that was begging to come to life for the past several months. The drought was finally over as the whore inside her was ready to come out and play. This young man had no idea what he was in for. The strength he displayed in picking her up would have to come in handy if he were to remain in control. Blake knew she could devour him. The hunger she had for his cock was too much to bear. She swallowed her breath several times in a vain effort to quickly recover from such a hard orgasm. Spreading her legs out, she freed his head. Jason moved away from her cunt and made eye contact with her.

"You have no idea how badly I needed that. You really know how to get me going."

The tone of her voice shifted. Gone was the normal, friendly manner in which she spoke up to this point. Blake's words were uttered seductively in a low tone. Jason raised himself, standing straight, so he could take a few steps back. She climbed off the counter and watched his hands fiddle with the ends of his shirt. He would not be fully clothed for long. As he pulled the shirt over his head, Blake reached for the front of his pants and tugged hard.

"Yeah, go ahead and take your shirt off. That's all you've gotta do for me, honey."

She giggled after finishing her words. His muscular stomach was exposed to her eyes. His abs were well chiseled, with clean skin. If he had any tattoos, she had yet to see them. Blake bit her lower lip, still gripping the front of his pants. She waited until he could see her again and tossed the shirt to the floor below.

"Let me take off your pants."

Her lips curled into a devious grin. In due time, he would learn the meaning of that lustful look she was giving him. Jason would probably even fall in love with it, for all she could guess. Her slender fingers unfastened his belt with a rough tug. That was only a subtle hint of how she planned to suck him. Her eyes never gazed away from his face as Blake slid the zipper down and used both hands to tug his pants down. His hardened cock was poking forward in a pair of white briefs. She smiled at that sight.

"So you wear tighty whities."

"Yes, I do. They're more comfortable than boxers."

"That's what my husband says. I think they look cute on the right man."

Blake winked after mentioning her husband. Jason stepped out of his jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She grabbed the elastic band of his underwear and tugged it down to make his cock flop free.

"Oh my, look at this."

Biting her lower lip, Blake used her left hand to finish pushing his underwear down while her dominant hand grabbed his pole. She carefully wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke as she studied the texture of his dry skin. Her eyes glared up at him as she pressed her lips against the purple head and kissed it lightly. Jason took a deep breath upon feeling her warm breath blow down the length of his shaft.

"So big... so meaty."

Those were the only words she could say before Blake shoved the head of his hard cock between her lips.

"Ohhhh, yeah. You gonna suck it?"

A pointless question he already knew the answer to. Blake did not feed his ego. Her own lust was more important now that she had his cock in her mouth. She shoved a few inches into her mouth. 'Mmmmhhhhhmmmmm', she moaned a muffled reply as she began to bob her head up and down at a slow pace. He raised his left leg, then the right, to carefully step out of his underwear. That slight movement did not stop Blake as she pushed his cock deeper down her throat.

"Ohhhh, fuck."

Jason groaned in a deep voice. His moans were cut off by the sound of her slobbering and sucking on his cock. Her palms pressed against his legs as she continued to bob her head up and down. His stringy pubic hair touched her face as she drew closer to deep-throating his entire length. Not yet, at least. Jason's cock was not the biggest she had, but it was certainly a fine size for her to suck and fuck. Gazing up at him, she pulled her lips back to the head and released his shaft with a pop.

"Mmmmmm, yeah. You like how I suck your dick?"

She gritted her teeth after uttering those filthy words. Blake twisted her right hand fingers around the base and began to stroke him while they exchanged glares.

"Yeah. You suck cock like a slut I used to fuck."

Her tongue flicked across the head while her hand was still wanking him.

"She could fit it all the way down her throat."

Once more, Blake's tongue brushed against the head as he continued speaking.

"I'd like to see if you can."

A third lick of the head, and she stopped stroking him. Since he dared her, Blake felt she had to prove herself to him. She shoved that pole back into her mouth and unwrapped her fingers from the base. As she proceeded to suck again, her right hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard.

"Fuck!"

That subtle move caught him off guard. Jason spread his legs as Blake began to devour his long shaft, inch by inch. The sucking noises generated from her mouth grew louder as she was determined to feast on his thick dick. Jason had other ideas as he planted both hands on the side of her head. Blake braced herself for the impending face-fuck he was about to give her. She hoped he would bring a level of rough play.

"Suck that fucking cock!"

His fingers gripped her golden hair tightly as Jason began to buck his hips. His cock moved in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. Blake lowered her hands to her busty breasts. She pinched her nipples while sucking.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAH!"

The gagging and slobbering sounds grew louder, but Blake did not choke. He began to thrust harder and faster. His balls rubbed against her chin with full thrusts. Jason gritted his teeth and dug his fingertips harder into her hair.

"GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-KAH-KAH!"

Closing her eyes, Blake concentrated on the cock jamming to the back of her throat. She could easily tell from how excited he was that this young man had experience being in control. He quit thrusting when he jammed his cock to the back of her throat. Blake's hands were now holding her tits up, as if to collect any excess saliva that leaked out the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah! Suck it all the way down!"

Her gag reflexes were put to the test, as Blake could feel the tip of his cock poking at the back of her throat. She sucked as hard as she possibly could, all while squeezing her own boobs. His fingers loosened the grip on her hair as Jason leaned back and extracted his pole from her mouth. Ropes of drool hung from both sides of his shiny, saliva-covered dick. Blake opened her mouth wide and held her tongue out, as if to tease him to let her have a final lick. The saliva strings broke, with one thick one dangling from her lower lip.

"How about that? I bet that slut you were talking about couldn't suck like me. I'm sure she choked all over this cock, am I right?"

She saw his throat muscles clench as he swallowed his breath. Jason nodded in response to her question. Her hands were still cradling her busty tits. Blake felt she was in control and knew exactly where she wanted his cock next. She pulled her tits apart to create a passage and then quickly shoved them around his dick. Jason gasped as he stood there and watched his cock get smashed between her breasts. After squeezing them together, Blake spit on the tip and grinned at him.

"Ever had your cock between a pair of tits as good as mine?"

The look on his face told her how shocked he was by this action. Blake had to wonder if this would be his first ever tittyfuck. She did not give him time to take control. She squeezed her tits together and began to work them up and down to fuck his cock.

"Ohhhhhh, god! That feels so fucking good!!"

Jason groaned in pleasure. Blake could feel every inch of that hard dick moving back and forth between her tits. Up and down, up and down, she worked her breasts over his cock.

"You like that, huh? You like having your cock stuck between my big tits?"

Her words were taunting him as she began to thrust harder and faster. Jason clenched his teeth together as if he were holding onto dear life to prevent himself from exploding. She slowed down, taking full thrusts until the head poked her chin.

"That's fucking beautiful. I knew this was going to feel great, but I had no idea just how much."

Those words answered her question. This was indeed his first ever tittyfucking experience. That was enough to make her switch gears and change her plan. Blake slowed down to a complete halt. She pulled her tits apart only to grab his cock tightly with her right hand. She used her left forearm to prop her breasts up and then moved the tip of the pole to her right nipple.

"What are you doing, babe?"

Blake shot her eyes at him with a mischievous grin across her face. She hoped her eyes alone could distract as she rubbed the head of his cock against her hardened nipple. Jason's eyes were focused on her tits. She waited until he looked into her eyes, and then she made a surprising move. Smack! Smack! Smack! Blake beat his cock against her nipple. She then alternated it to her left tit and gave it an equal three smacks.

"I don't want you to cum yet. At least not before your cock is inside me. I want you to fuck my tits real good before you bend me over a counter and rail me."

Pushing his cock back between her tits, Blake moaned and squeezed her tits together. Jason responded by immediately bucking his hips to drive that shaft between her tits.

"I've always wanted to do this to some stacked blonde MILF like you."

She smiled widely when he called her a MILF.

"Oh, yeah! That's what I like to hear! I am your MILF today, lover boy!"

Her words only made him thrust harder and faster. Blake moaned again. She loved that feeling of a hard cock pumping back and forth between her tits. He was doing all the work now to pleasure her the way she desired. Moments like this told her who was truly in control. Blake maintained eye contact despite his line of sight, focusing on the action of his cock lodged between her tits.

"That's it. Fuck those tits, Jason. You know how I want it. Fuck my tits."

Blinking her eyes, Blake moaned as she leaned her head downward. She watched the head of his cock poke upward, nearly touching her chin. She parted her lips to invite him to thrust into her mouth. Pop. Pop. Pop. The sounds echoed each and every time his cock quickly exited her mouth. She tried to spit on the head but missed and covered her left boob in saliva. As she leaned her head back up to look at his face, Blake began to giggle at him. Jason was grunting in a way that made her think he was holding himself back from a potential orgasm. Only she would be having one twice today.

"These titties feel so fucking good, I swear."

"Mmmmmmm, I know they do."

He made one final thrust and was seemingly done. Blake let go of her tits to free his cock. Jason offered her a hand to pull her up from her knees. She was expecting a kiss to come with that, but he walked around her instead.

"Damn, you've got a fine ass, babe."

She giggled at him.

"You like my ass, huh?"

Spank! Her right hand smacked it from behind. She glanced across her shoulder to grin at him smugly.

"Hell yeah! I love your tits, but that right there is a great ass."

"Don't worry, you're about to see a lot of it."

Stepping around the kitchen, Blake moved to a counter near the kitchen sink. She leaned forward, pushing her ass out as she gripped the metal edges of the sink. His shadow cast over her, darkening the white tiles on the floor. Blake still felt she was in control by picking the place she wanted to be fucked and the position.

"Fuck me, Jason."

A direct order was spoken in her seductive voice. Blake trusted that she would not have to tell him a second time. She studied her reflection across the glass window in front of her. The moving figure was him stepping into position. Blake closed her eyes as she felt his cock rubbing against her wet folds. Jason did not bother teasing her as he slid his shaft into her tight cunt and moaned lowly. The sound of her breathing was mixed with his moan, slightly louder than hers. His warm hand pressed against her lower back as if to hold her in place as he began to buck his hips.

"Mmmmmm, yeah. When is the last time you fucked a girl, Jason?"

"It's been a long time, babe. This is the first time I've ever had a MILF though."

She moaned at the feeling of his cock slowly moving inside her. To hear him call her a MILF again made Blake smirk. It was time to begin pushing his buttons with dirty talk.

"A MILF who just so happens to be the wife of Ryan Reynolds. Ohhhhh, yes. I'm sure you never dreamed about fucking his wife when you watched Deadpool. You probably didn't even know he was married. Ohhhhhhh, fuck me."

Her words had some kind of effect on him as he began to thrust harder. Jason did not utter a reply, leaving Blake to moan in her seductive voice. She gritted her teeth, exhaling a deep breath as her breasts were swinging from underneath her. It was amusing to think how he was going to fuck her slowly like this after how quick he got to work with her mouth earlier. Raising her head, Blake moaned soft coos.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah. Give it to me. Give me that cock! Fuck me like you've always dreamed of fucking a MILF! Come on, give it to me!"

Spank! His right hand slapped her ass hard.

"Do that again! Spank that fucking ass!"

Spank! Once more, his hand struck her ass. Blake expected him to pick up the pace and begin to truly rail her the way she desired. He was still fucking her slowly. She thought about rolling her hips and pushing back, but why should she do the work? It was up to him to please her. As her breasts shook from underneath, Blake began to speak naughty words.

"Yeah... ohhhhh, yeah. I know you've been wanting to fuck me all day. You couldn't keep your eyes off my tits. Now you see, I've got a nice ass worthy of spanking."

Would he be willing to fuck her ass? Blake began to wonder if he had any experience with anal sex. Right now, the only thing she cared about was getting fucked into her second climax. If he chose against fucking her ass today, that was fine. Blake was already thinking about the possibility of doing this on another day. What she did not anticipate were his wandering eyes. While he was busy thrusting his cock inside her, Jason glanced around the kitchen to become more familiar with his surroundings. Directly behind him led to the kitchen table. He had his own ideas for fucking her, and it was not the position she chose. With his cock still inside her, Jason halted his movements.

"Hold on, babe."

Wrapping his left arm around her stomach, Jason used his right to pull his cock out of her pussy.

"What are you doing!?"

"Just hold on! I want to look at those titties while I'm fucking you!"

Blake turned around to face him. She expected him to shove her against the sink and fuck her. The last thing she thought he would do was pick her up off her feet with both hands at her hips. She panicked and reached for his cock below. Her efforts to put it back into her pussy failed as Jason turned around and began to carry her towards the kitchen table.

"Where the fuck are we going!?"

He grinned, flashing his teeth.

"Straight to fucking dinner!"

Jason shoved a chair out of the way as Blake glanced behind her shoulder. She smiled upon noticing the kitchen table.

"Oh my god. I've never been fucked on this table before."

He sat her at the edge of the table. Blake could feel a cold chill from the wooden surface. She planted her palms down behind her, arching herself upward as she spread her legs. Jason guided his cock back into her pussy. They were in a perfect position for her to spread her legs or wrap them around his body. She did not make a decision for the time being. All Blake could do was arch herself back as she felt his cock re-enter her. Jason leaned forward as he began to thrust hard.

"Fuck me! Fuck me right on this table!"

Snarling her words, Blake gritted her teeth as she gazed into his eyes. Jason was still grinning as he began to buck his hips harder and faster. His eyes were fixated on watching her breasts bounce and shake around. Blake shifted from her hands to her elbows to hold herself up on the table. A clanking sound of the sturdy wood was heard amidst their bodies smacking together.

"That's it! Just like that! Give it to me! GIVE ME THAT FUCKING COCK!!"

When she screamed at him, Jason pressed his left hand against her stomach to shove her down on the table. She may have been in control most of this time, but this was his show now. Blake glanced at the ceiling above before closing her eyes. She raised her arms, flexing her elbows behind her head as she felt his cock pumping and pulsating inside her. This was how she wanted it. Jason was fucking her the way she hoped he would.

"FUCK ME!! OHHHHH, YES!! YESSSSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME!! FUCK MEEEEE!!"

Her breasts shook and swayed in all directions as Jason pounded her pussy with his cock. Blake felt her legs shaking as they dangled from the edge of the table. She kept her eyes closed, lost in the heavenly bliss of pleasure. This was it. Her glorious climax was imminent. Jason was proving in this very moment that there was more to his muscular figure. He was the ideal man to fuck her the way she preferred.

"YESSSS!! YESSSSSSSS!!"

Screaming again, Blake opened her eyes wide as she felt his palms pressing on her tits. Jason finally grabbed her tits and squeezed them as hard as he could. Unable to last any longer, Blake felt the rush of intensity as her inner walls tightened around his pole. Her legs shook as she gasped, and her eyes widened. He quickly stepped back and pulled his cock out of her cunt in time for Blake to squirt all over his chest. His hand found its place, gripping his cock as he aimed it directly at her stomach. Blake was trying to catch her breath when she heard his groans and grunts. A splatter of warm cum was felt on her stomach. She glanced down to see him painting her skin with his creamy seed. Several strings splattered onto her chest above her belly button.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh man!"

Her first thought was that this was probably the first time in his life he had the experience to shoot his load where he wanted. He was exhausted and out of breath. They both exhaled deep breaths while gazing into each other's eyes.

"That was amazing. I haven't shot a load like that in months."

Blake smirked.

"Oh, yeah? I'll cut you a break and clean it myself. You've done enough work around the house today."

He blushed before laughing. She slid her right hand across the side of her stomach and collected some of his cum with the tip of her middle finger. His eyes followed her hand, raising back to her lips, where Blake loudly sucked her fingertip clean. After swallowing his cum, she licked her lips.

"Go ahead and get dressed, honey. I'll give you your payment for today's work."

******************

10 HOURS LATER

Through darkness, the room was illuminated by dim light in a square shape glaring from an open laptop. Jason sat in bed with blankets pulled over his shirtless chest. The drive home after work was a quiet one. His mother remarked that he looked as if he had been drained by a hard day at work. All he could do was smile and tell her that Mrs. Reynolds got the best out of him for the day. Something inside him was indeed drained. Honest truth that only he and Blake would know. As the hours passed by, he sat quietly in his bedroom for the rest of the day. He was trying to wrap his head around what happened back in the kitchen. It was unbelievable to think that he had just shared sex with the wife of a major Hollywood star. He remembered how offended Blake was that he did not know who she was. All day, he spent his time trying to fight the urge to search for her name online. Jason thought about the few friends he had back on campus.

Daniel and Jonah were his two jock friends who played on the team like him. They were always bragging about getting laid across the country when traveling to road games. Sometimes Jason envied them, along with the other teammates he had. It was tough to be a backup restricted to the second and third string lineups. He once had major potential to play football when he was in high school, before the injuries began. An Achilles tear to his right foot ended his senior year in high school. Deep down, Jason knew he was lucky to be ranked as a four-star recruit. The next series of injuries piled up in his freshman year. The true reason he was at home was the simple fact that he knew he would not have a true shot in the NFL. His dreams began crashing down before he decided to go back home and nurse an injury. Marketing and American history were his choices for education, but he did not take his classes seriously.

Gazing at the computer screen, he sighed. For the past several hours, he had kept himself busy playing an emulated Game Boy Advance game. This was more fun than studying classes away from campus. Fire Emblem Sacred Stones was his choice for the night. Through all the dialogue and level-ups from clearing early maps, he could not stop thinking about Blake. His mind wandered back to his friends and all their debaucherous bragging. Jason pondered his thoughts of throwing something in their faces that he got to fuck someone famous while they were stuck choosing party sluts. He smiled as he continued to think about them. His right hand moved across the touchpad to change a tab to Google. There was no point in resisting the urge any longer. Jason had to find out who Blake Lively was, just to know more about his new boss. He typed her name into the search engine and pressed the enter key.

TO BE CONTINUED
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