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Blackjack

Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
« Reply #1 on: April 03, 2019, 06:19:33 AM »
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Codes: MF, Cons, Tit Fucking, Oral

Ian was the typical eighteen year old kid. He was close to five foot seven and weighed about one hundred and forty five pounds, with some muscle. He had messy brown hair with dark green eyes and the faintest hint of a stubble. He had opted not to go to college and stayed in his home town of Santa Rosa, California with several of his friends who had gone into separate careers.

Ian's Mom knew Mister Rombassi, the owner of the local high street party Shop. It sold various items such as costumes, party decorations, gag gifts, practical joke items and general party related paraphernalia. After much persuasion, Ian agreed to work at the store.

While he had never really liked Mister Rombassi, the pay check was good and he was within cycling distance so he didn't have to pay for bus rides or catch the train.

Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and thought back to the last summer where he and his friends had graduated. They had all been full of hope and ready to tackle College full on. One thing led to another, such as Ian's Dad opting to leave him and his Mom for his Secretary. While Ian would never admit it, that was one of the reasons as to why he had chosen to stay home and work.

Shortly after telling his now ex-girlfriend that he was staying with her in California, she had made a face and shied away from talking to him. After a few days of not talking, Ian had managed to get hold of her, where she explained that she had hoped he would go to College.

After a late night phone call, his ex had revealed that she had been cheating on him and wanted to tell him when he was out of the state. Cursing loudly, Ian slammed the phone down and hadn't spoken to her since. Simply writing a strongly worded text message dripping with sarcasm to make Hugh Laurie flinch.

Running a hand through his hair, Ian looked at the nearby calendar. He flipped the pages back a few times and saw that he had been working at the store for close to three months and apart from being able to spend all day surfing the internet on his laptop computer or reading the latest comic book he had picked up on his way over he got very bored, very easily.

He sat behind the desk for hours simply waiting for people to wander in to try on costumes for parties, maybe order clowns or acts for their parties and generally waste his time. The job paid well and he got to work overtime at the weekends at random parties dressed as some degrading character.

It had been an average Monday with next to no customers and nothing to do but surf the net and dive into the Marvel Civil War. Closing the last book, Ian yawned heavily and looked around. The store was dead. Looking at his watch, the time read '4:58'. Two minutes to closing, no one would miss it.

Ready to shut the shop, Ian had packed away his belongings and began looking for his Laptop's power adaptor. Ian moved to the back room when he heard the shops bell ring. Walking into the front of the store, he noticed a woman looking at the costumes next to the window display. Sighing, he hoped this would be a quick 'Get the hell out of my shop!' type affair.

"Hi! I'm Ian welcome to 'The Party Store'! How can I serve you today?" The lady in question turned around and Ian instantly knew who she was.

"Hey! I'm Jennifer!"

Ian was stunned. Jennifer Love Hewitt stood in front of him and God did she look good! She was wearing: a tight pink t-shirt that showed off her mighty impressive cleavage and a super short denim skirt that made you stare at her smooth tanned legs. To top it off, Jennifer was wearing a set of killer high heels that must've been at least four inches off of the floor.

"Uhhh... Hey! How can I help you today?" Ian was proud of himself. He was able to form a complete sentence since most of his blood had left his brain and moved towards his nether regions. Smiling awkwardly, he hoped he wasn't leering as he continued to stare at her.

"Well, I'm having a party in a couple of weeks and I'll need a costume for it. Could you help with that?" Jennifer smiled at him, obviously not bothered by his lust. Ian swallowed hard as his brain ran rampant with imagery of what she could want to be dressed up as.

"Sure! Everything you see here is for rental or for sale. We've got fitting rooms at the... rear..." Ian winced at the choice of words, as his pants started to strain. "Have... Have you got a theme for the party?"

Looking to the side for a brief moment, Jennifer shook her head. "No, no theme I guess. Can I have a look around?" Ian nodded dumbly as Jennifer wandered off into the vast array of shelving with costumes hanging from hooks. Ian couldn't believe his luck! The woman he had the most fantasies about... Jennifer... Love... Frakking Hewitt! She was in his store and was within touching distance!

Just as he was moving to follow her, the door chimed again. Cursing under his breath, Ian spun around to face the customer. It was a middle aged business man who seemed to simply be browsing. As he didn't make eye contact, Ian took it upon himself to quickly shoo the man out.

"I'm sorry Sir but we're closed now. We open again at Nine A.M tomorrow, we look forward to your custom then!" Ian quickly motioned to the door, hoping the guy would get the picture.

"But I'll only be five minutes! Besides, I just saw a woman come in here! She hasn't left yet so I'm not leaving either!" The man protested, Ian was already sick of it.

"Yes, but she was here before we closed. It's store policy that if someone arrives before the store shuts then we have to wait for them to finish." Putting on his best poker face, Ian watched as the man sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Walking out towards the door, Ian was ready to lock it when the man stuck his head in again.

"What's your name?!" He demanded rudely wagging his fat index finger at Ian.

"Scott... Reed..." Ian said, bluffing convincingly enough.

"Right Scott! I'm calling your manager tomorrow and we'll see how smug you are then!"

Ian smiled and nodded his head, he was marked for all day tomorrow. All he had to do was throw his voice convincingly enough and he was sure that would settle it. Grinning, Ian flipped the small white sign so that the outside message read 'Closed'. He was determined that no one was gonna interrupt this time with her.

Turning around, Ian wandered into the many rows of clothing, looking around he noticed Jennifer had gone missing. "Hello? Are you back here Miss?" Ian called out, hoping that he could hide his desperation in his voice. A soft voice rang out from the back of the store, Ian moved closer to the noise to hear everything.

"I'm just trying some clothes on and please call me Love. Miss is way too formal!" Jennifer shouted out. "What did you say your name was? Ian right?"

"Yes, that's right Mi... Love!" Ian spoke back, correcting himself mid-wording.

"You been working here long? You like it here?"

"Yeah, it's OK. I've been here for close to three months now. My Mom knows the owner and managed to net me a job here." Ian called back, taking a position leaning up against the wall of dummy dog craps.

"That's sweet of her. You working on getting some money to go to college?" Love called out again as the sound of a zipper also joined her voice.

"Well, that's kind of a long story... Kinda boring too." Ian said, hoping to not have to drag it out.

"Well... If what you told that douchey guy earlier is true... We have plenty of time. If that's OK with you?" Jennifer asked, realizing she was just assuming he wouldn't care that she had other things to try on.

Laughing lightly, Ian nodded his head. "Good point! Yeah, I've nothing to do tonight so you can take as long as you want." Ian said, a horny grin on his face as his cock strained at the thought of staying into the early hours with her. "My Mom and Dad had been together for a while now... But my Dad was an C.E.O of an Architect business and his assistant... Well, was just too much of a temptation I guess. He ran off with her to Spain somewhere and we haven't heard from him in close to four months. I'm wondering if he'll remember my birthday too... But, I chose to not go to College and work for Mister Rombassi so I can help Mom with the bills and rent."

"Wow... That's so great of you to do that!" Jennifer said, genuine admiration in her voice. "You said your birthday was coming up soon?"

"That's right. Actually it's tomorrow. He he." Ian said, trailing off to a laugh at the end.

"Wow. What are you doing? Doing something with your girlfriend?"

Snorting at the suggestion, Ian shook his head. "I was, but due to recent events... No girlfriend, any more I'm afraid. All of my friends are single guys, so I guess it'll be Rock Band or Halo 3."

"No girlfriend? How could a cutey like you not have a girlfriend?" Love asked, making Ian's dick strain even more.

"She was cheating on me. I broke it off there and then." Ian said flatly, not really wanting to elaborate on it.

"Wow, when was this?" Jennifer asked as the sound of clothing being ruffled matched her voice.

"... Well it was last night." Ian said, the pain still fresh in his mind.

"Ah. Sluts like that suck... Literally sometimes." Love said with a slight giggle.

Ian smiled and nodded his head knowingly. "So... This party? What's it in honor of?" Ian asked, joining in on the small talk eventually.

"A get together with some of my friends. Just thought it would be fun to dress up especially for it y'know? We normally get really silly and dress up in the skimpiest things we can find. All ladies too of course." Love said with a wicked grin, that Ian couldn't see but could almost hear.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. You got anything picked out yet?" Ian asked as his cock became hard enough to cut through steel.

"Well, I've got a big pile of ones I definitely don't want and a bigger pile of things I may want. May be a little longer if that's OK?" Love asked as she pulled back the curtain and walked out with a set of hangars with the costumes attached to it.

"Sure, no problem. I'll put these back for you." Ian said with a smile, aiming to use the costumes to hide the bulge in its denim prison. Love smiled and handed them to him, stopping to look at his shirt.

"What's that robot?" She asked, noting that Ian was wearing his t-shirt of the Decepticon, Soundwave. Looking down, Ian's cheeks flushed red and he started to stutter. Embarrassed that he was caught with that shirt on by his favorite masturbation fantasy.

"That's ah... Soundwave... From Transformers... Y'know the cartoon? Kind of nerdy I know..." Ian said, stammering and trying to keep the shame from his voice.

"No, I think 'nerds' are cool." Love made sure to use the Dr. Evil air quotes around the word nerd. "They're the most genuine people I think. They don't have to wear the newest, coolest shirt to stand out. They wear what represents them best and I think that's a really cool characteristic to have." Love paused for a moment, before flashing him a wide bright smile. "I guess that makes you one of my favorite people then."

Ian may've been slightly under-exposed with girls but he knew flirting when he saw it. Taking a chance, Ian responded. "I wasn't before?" He said with a wicked smile as he hooked the costumes up to their correct hooks.

"Well... You did shut the shop just for me... You're definitely up there..." Love said again, smiling wickedly. As Ian moved up to hook a costume, Love stole a glance at Ian's bulge and smiled happily.

"Am I one of your favorite people Ian?" Love said with a wicked smile, not giving away the fact that she'd seen his crotch.

"Well, your damn sexier than most..." Ian mentally cursed himself for saying that last part. Hoping she didn't take any offence, Ian hooked the last one up and slowly turned around.

Love was smiling happily, hopefully just pleased at the 'compliment' Ian had just paid her. Love was the first to break the temporary silence. "That's sweet of you to say so. I've not been feeling too sexy lately. The way the paparazzi and web bloggers have been attacking me it's... Well it's not nice to be in my shoes."

Ian's snorted loudly. "Like some 30 year old loser hiding in his Mother's basement holds any ground over you. I really don't understand where they get off on that."

"I know right!? God, they drive me insane!" Love said with a sigh as she walked back into the dressing room, pulling the blue curtain back behind her.

"So, you haven't got a theme for the party?" Ian said aloud as Love started to change again. "If you're going for skimpy, we do have a... Revealing... French maid outfit." Ian said, keeping his voice steady, not letting it waver.

"Oh?" Love said softly, as Ian's dick pressed against his pants. His mind committing the Sin of giving him a mental picture as to what she could look like in it.

"Yeah, it's a mesh type get up, with a cotton pattern attached to the mesh. It's quite popular among the more... Adult... Shoppers here." Ian said, retail assistant taking over from his horny teenage boy mode.

"You go commando under it?" Love asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"You can do, I mean it's a thin costume, you could definitely wear underwear beneath it." Ian said, as Love pushed back the curtain for the first time in costume. Ian looked her over, and took a deep gulp.

Love was decked out in: a PVC Police officer outfit. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she had black aviator glasses on, covering her eyes. The outfit was jet black and held little to the imagination. The top was in a V-cut that ran down halfway past her breasts, showing the mighty pair fighting to get out. Ian could also clock that she was not wearing a bra and he was in fact looking at Love's large tits. The lower half of the costume showed off her large ass in a set of black PVC hot pants, covering half of her cheeks. To top it off, Love was wearing boots that ran all the way up to her silky thighs.

"You have the right to remain stunned!" Love said with a giggle as she gave Ian a twirl. Ian fought hard not to cum right there and then. "How do I look?" Love asked, a sweet smile on America's favorite girl next door.

"You look... You look..." Ian stammered, trying to find a word that wouldn't get him slapped with a restraining order and a date with a man named Tito.

"Hot?" Love suggested helpfully as Ian absorbed the sight of her.

"Yeah." Ian said, admitting defeat to a giggle from Love.

"Great, still need that slutty side though!" Love said with a wink, looking around the costume shop. Love turned to Ian again. "Where was that maid outfit?"

Snapping back to reality and not leering mode, Ian walked over to the back of the store, almost hidden away. The part had all the costumes, drag queens, prostitutes, Porn stars and alike would come for. Seeing it at the top of the shelf, Ian stood on his toes to try and hook it down as Love walked up behind him.

"Can't reach it?" She asked as Ian jumped on the spot to try and grab it.

"No. I'll have to get the ladder. I'll be right back." Ian said, as he made his way out to the back room. Grabbing the steel ladder, Ian took a moment to calm himself down before moving back out to the shop with the sexy starlet.

Unfolding the ladder, Ian placed it just below the outfits and made his way up two rungs. Little did he know, but his dick was now mere inches away from Love's smiling face. Love eyed the bulge in his pants lustfully and then looked up at Ian innocently.

"Alright, got it!" Ian said triumphantly as he stepped down the ladder. Hooking the costume off of the thin, chrome arm. Ian tucked the costume under his arm and stepped off of the ladder. Passing the outfit to Love, she thanked him and disappeared behind the curtain again. Tugging it shut, Love made the familiar sounds of getting changed.

"So, what were you going to do with your ex?" Love asked, getting the conversation going again.

"Not really sure. May've gone up to the Hollywood sign and had a picnic there." Ian said, shrugging his shoulders and looking to the floor in almost a defeated way.

"Sounds romantic!" Love said happily as Ian nodded.

"It would've been, still not shame crying over cheating girlfriends right?" Ian said with a smile. As Love was about to answer, Ian's phone buzzed to life. "Hang on, that's my phone going off."

Ian ran out to the back and grabbed his phone. Clicking the green button to pick up, Ian put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Ian... It's Becky."

"Jesus. What do you want?" Ian spat, as his ex-girlfriend was on the phone.

"To talk. I know we've had some differences..."

"Differences? We've had some differences? Look, the only difference in our relationship was that you were sucking another dick! Don't act like you didn't love it!" Ian was now yelling down the phone, he wasn't aware but Love could hear every word as she had on her maid costume.

Pulling back the curtain, Love stepped out, dressed from head to toe in a fish net fabric that covered most of her luxurious body. Covering her breasts and some of her stomach was a fake, black leather chest piece with a silky white trim at the top. To finish the costume, Love was wearing long boots that ran up to her knees with a zip on either side.

Walking towards the furious teenager, Love's hips swayed purely by accident as she stood inches away from the youngster. Listening intently to the harsh words being spat from both sides.

"Oh yeah? I was doing you a favor! No other girl would want to touch you!" Becky shouted back at Ian.

"No other girl would want to touch me!?" Ian shouted back, a quiver of fear in his voice as he almost accepted this fact. Turning around in a rage, Ian saw Love standing just behind him, his firm jaw had now dropped.

Smiling at the corner of her mouth, Love leant over the counter, purposely bending at her waist so Ian could see down her cleavage. Love then took the phone away from a flabbergasted Ian.

Putting the phone to her ear, Love could hear the fuming teenager on the other side of the phone shouting at Ian. Speaking softly, Love silenced the teen.

"Listen, there are plenty of girls who would want to touch Ian... Take me for example... Right now, I'm getting down onto my knees... I'm leaning forward and I'm unzipping Ian's pants." Love said with a wicked grin, dropping down to her knees slowly, Love did as she said and unzipped Ian's fly.

"What.. What're you doing Love?" Ian asked as Love looked up at him with a wicked smile.

Love tucked her hand into Ian's boxers and pulled out his cock. Looking over the nine inch member, Love licked her lips in anticipation. Kissing the tip of the dick, Ian shuddered lightly as Love smiled. Wrapping her right hand around the base of his shaft, Love started to pump his dick up and down. Ian closed his eyes and leaned against the counter as Love opened her mouth and closed it just around Ian's dick's head.

Pressing the phone against her mouth even closer, Love made sure to really draw out the sucking of Ian's cock making sure that Becky heard every moment of the oral sex.

Lightly squeezing her lips together, Love moaned through the member as Ian brought his hands up from the counter and ran them through her long brown hair. Love brought her right hand down to Ian's balls and lightly cupped the large sack as Love's right hand ran all over his member.

Love took her turn to moan now as she swallowed the first few inches of Ian's actual shaft, the vibrations around his member made Ian shiver as Love smiled around the meaty sword. Love began to rough house Ian's balls as she increased her speed bobbing on his cock.

Taking an extra couple of inches in her mouth, Love let her tongue run wild over Ian's cock, licking its way on the under side as she went down and dragging its way up as she brought her head up. Ian looked to the sky and moaned as Love continued this torturous blowjob. Raising his back from the counter, Ian was now standing up fully as Love remained on her knees.

Settling for fitting in at least half of his dick, Love started to bob her head frantically just letting Ian enjoy the sensation. Using what little knowledge he had of blowjobs, Ian knew better than to fuck her face without her consent, so Ian grabbed hold of her long brown hair and pulled it back letting him watch Jennifer Love Hewitt suck his cock without obstruction.

Love's sucking drew to a slow down as she let the cock fall from her mouth. With it still being rock hard, Love grinned and pressed the phone back to her ear.

"Want to know what I'm going to do now?" Love asked Becky as Becky remained silent. "I'm going to give him a birthday treat... I'm going to let him cum all over my face... Then you're going to watch it. Ian, take the phone and film me." Love ordered Ian, passing the phone to him, Ian nodded and hung up. Scanning through his phone's features, Ian found the video camera and started to record.

Wrapping her lips around Ian's dick again, Love went on an all out oral assault, settling for speed over length swallowed. Love bobbed up and down at break neck speed as her hands started to cup his nuts while the other hand jerked him off furiously.

It had been an while and Ian was just about ready to bust his nut. Gasping, Ian stammered out that he was going to cum. Love looked up at Ian and grinned, pulling her mouth off of his dick. Love started to jerk Ian's cock furiously, watching in anticipation Love made sure to catch all of his cum. Jerking awkwardly, Ian let out several shots of cum, shooting through the air, the cum splattered against Love's face making her gasp in surprise. Not one to miss an opportunity for more cum, Love continued to jerk Ian getting more of his cum out.

Looking at the video footage, Ian smiled and wiped away some sweat. "We got all of it." He declared happily.

"Awesome. Can you send it to her?" Love asked as she scooped up all of his cum and sucked on her finger, cleaning her face up.

"Absolutely." Ian said with a grin, sending it over to Becky's phone, Ian counted his lucky starts as Love put up her hand for help getting up.

Grabbing hold of Ian's hand, Love stood up, smiling happily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in for another long passionate kiss. Feeling his member press against her soft thighs, Love grinned and gripped hold of it jerking the member lightly.

"I want this dick inside me... Right now!" Love commanded as she squeezed the member a little harder than earlier. Ian was ready to comply when a thought entered his head.

"Don't you want any oral?" He asked, realizing that it wouldn't exactly be a chore to him like it was with his ex. Love shook her head and jerked his dick again.

"No need, I'm ready to go right now... So... Have you ever thought about me when you jerked off?" Love asked with a smile on her face, potentially knowing the answer already.

"Lot's of times." Ian admitted, under pressure Ian had always cracked, now was no different.

"Ever imagine me when you were with your ex?" Love grinned, as she took hold of Ian's hand and led him to the changing room in the back.

"No... Maybe I should of though. Kept me hard with her?" Ian answered with a laugh as Love giggled and pushed back the blue curtain.

"So when, you were jerking off over me... How did you imagine doing it to me?" Love asked as she pulled at Ian's shirt, making him take it off.

"Doggy style... You were riding me so I could watch your big tits bounce, then I came over your face and got some on your tits too..." Ian answered, his cheeks flushing bright red.

"Ooh... Sounds dirrrrty!" Love said with a grin, making sure to emphasize the words, making it sound more like a purr than a comment. "You like my tits then?" Love asked as she threw Ian's shirt to the side, Love took this moment to take in Ian's now completely naked body. Putting her arms on his shoulders, Love pulled him closer so they were inches apart.

Ian grunted an answer, struggling to keep blood flowing all around his body as Love's large chest pressed against his leaner body. Unsure of where to put his hands, Ian settled for placing them on her soft hips. Inches away from her Goddess like ass, Ian couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like.

"Maybe you could see them as a birthday treat?" Love asked with a wide grin on her face as she placed her hands on his and brought them up to her chest. Half expecting him to need further encouragement Love was happily surprised when Ian squeezed the large mounds himself, making Love moan ever so slightly.

"I thought the blowjob was the treat?" Ian said, nearly eighty percent positive that she wouldn't take that as her cue to leave. Squeezing her large chest again, Ian thanked his lucky stars that she wasn't making any signs of leaving.

Smiling, Love reworded her original phrase to make Ian satisfied. "Maybe you could see them as part of your birthday treats?" Love said with a grin.

"Pull down the top... Birthday boy..." Her voice over a whisper she ordered Ian without faltering. Again, Love chose to draw out the 'r' and purred into Ian's ear making his dick stiffen.

Keeping his hands still, Ian moved his hands up from her chest and onto the top of the leather outfit. Taking a deep breath and silently praying he wasn't going to wake up, Ian pulled down the top.

The black mesh underneath the outfit held Love's tits under capture but didn't exactly hide them. Taking in the sight of her tits, Ian thanked whoever was looking out for him that day and took a mental picture. Her breasts were large and were nicely tipped off by two dark aerolas at the top with her nipples poking out towards him.

Taking the incentive, Ian leaned in took her right breast in his mouth. Clamping down around the tip, Ian poked his tongue out and lightly flicked it over her stiff nipple. Love let out a low, husky moan as she ran a hand up to Ian's head and ran her hand through his brown hair dreamily.

Swapping over to her left breast, Ian repeated the action as he started to fondle the right breast with his hand. Moaning again, Love looked down at Ian and spoke quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Fuck me..."

Ian nodded his head and went to push apart Love's legs, when Love changed it up.

"I'm not going to do it doggy style... That's second date territory." Love said with a wink. "I will let you fuck me from behind though."

Turning around, Love put both of her hands on the cold steel hooks on the wall and parted her legs.

"C'mere and fuck me!" Love said with a grin.

Very happy to do so, Ian looked at the sexy starlet who had now bowed her head, ready to take his cock. Gripping hold of his member, Ian placed his cock against Love's pussy's lips and forced his way in.

Love threw her head back and let out a long drawn out moan.

"All right..." Ian said as he moaned at the sensation of Love's pussy enveloping his cock. While he wouldn't say it, Ian was moderately surprised at how easy it was to get it in.

"Ohhhhhh... So... Big... Ian! So fucking big..." Love groaned as accepted all of Ian's large cock into her pussy at a smooth pace.

"Ahhhh..." Ian moaned as he placed his hands on Love's soft, silky waist as he started to thrust his cock in and out of her hot, tight pussy.

Love tilted her head back and groaned, looking back at Ian, she could see his eyes were shut as he was fucking her. Making the moment more pleasurable, Love started to push herself back against Ian's quickly thrusting cock.

"Ohhhhh... Oh fuck... Just like that!" Love screamed as Ian started to fuck her harder.

"Ahhhh.... awww... " Ian licked his lips as he pumped his cock into Love's pussy while she rocked back on her feet to match his thrusts. Love moaned aloud and pressed her soft, sexy lips together as she started to grind her incredibly hot body back against Ian's large cock.

Feeling his shaft slam deeper into her wet, tight pussy, Ian moaned aloud again, this time forming words.

"Thank you for this..."

Ian carried on thrusting as Love looked over at Ian. "You're... Welcome... Keep fucking me!"

Laughing lightly, Ian moved his hands to Love's magnificent thighs as he increased the pace of his thrusts, as he fucked one of his many masturbation fantasies from behind. Ian's ball sack had started to smack between Love's smooth thighs with each of his thrusts.

Both of the two lovers were moaning, filling the store with sounds of ecstasy beating what was normally the sound of people trying on costumes. Looking down at Love's ass, Ian grinned as Love's juicy ass smacked against his semi-muscular waist as he drove his cock into her pussy from behind.

Ian licked his lips while he continued to fuck Love from behind while her ass repeatedly smacked against his waist. Love moaned aloud again, raising the sound at then end as she started to rock back even quicker forcing more and more of his cock deeper into her pussy.

"Ohhhh... Mmmm you like that Ian?"

"Ohhhh... Yeah..." Ian moaned as he continued to slam his cock into Love's pussy. Softly squeezing Love's thighs, prompting another moan from her, Ian smiled and slapped her ass.

"Oh! You're so naughty Ian!" Love moaned as she carried on grinding her wet pussy back against his thrusting shaft as he continued to pump into her. Keeping hold of her thighs, Ian pulled her back against his waist and cock.

"Best. Birthday. Ever." Ian groaned as he felt his cock start to strain, slowing down his thrusts, Ian cursed aloud and pulled his long, hard cock out of Love's pussy.

Releasing her grip on the hooks, Love looked over her shoulder at Ian, and narrowed her eyes.

"Ian... You're not going to disappoint me?" Love asked, as she stood up and turned to face him.

Looking down at the floor, feigning embarrasment, Ian smirked and then pushed her back against the wall. Love screamed with glee as Ian put his hands on Jennifer's waist and lifted her up, pushing his cock back into Love's amazing, soft wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh... Fuck yeah! Perfect!" Love lustfully groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began pumping his cock up into her wet, tight pussy.

"Aw yeah!" Ian moaned as he thrust his cock deeper into Love's pussy as she tightened her legs around his waist as he fucks her.

"Ohhhhh yeah... I bet you wish your girlfriend was here now don't you dear?" Love asked wickedly as she placed her hands onto his chest and slightly dug her fingernails into the skin of his chest as she rapidly bounced up and down on his cock.

"Fuck... I wish you were my girlfriend!" Ian exclaimed as he pumped his cock all the way into Love's hot, wet pussy as she bounced on his large shaft.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh... So... Sweet of you!" Love moaned as she started to rock back and forth on his cock, grinding her pussy sharply on his shaft. Love put both her hands around his neck and pulled him into her tits. Feeling his cock pumping up quickly into her pussy, Love moaned aloud as Ian started to suck on her large tits.

"Mmmm... Mmmm..." Ian moaned as he swapped over breasts, while Love bounced and ground her hot wet cunt against his shaft. Placing a hand on Love's waist, Ian moved his hand down to her wet cunt and started to frantically finger Love's hard clitoris.

Love's eyes which had been dulled, were now wide open as Ian started to give her double the pleasure. Moaning louder and louder, Love bit onto her bottom lip as he pumped his cock sharply into Love's pussy. Screaming towards her point of no return, Love raked her fingernails against Ian's sweat coated chest as her pussy tightened and she came over his large cock.

"Ohhhhhh! SHIT!" Love screamed as she closed her eyes as her pussy tightened fiercely around his thick shaft.

"Not far now Love..." Ian warned as he started to slow his thrusts. Slowly opening her eyes through the orgasm, Love smiled happily.

"Fuck my tits... Ian" Love said as she gripped onto the hooks and pulled herself off of Ian's cock. Going down onto her knees, Love looked at the mesh and then back at Ian. "Actually... This could be a problem." Love said, smiling at their silly prediciment.

"I bet I can fit it through their." Ian said, as he gripped onto his wet cock and pushed it through the mesh hole closest to the bottom of Love's cleavage. Satisfied that it could in fact be a tit fuck, Ian pressed her tits together and started to fuck the massive pair.

It wasn't long at all before Ian started to feel the cum bubble up. Keeping going until the last possible point, Ian then pulled his cock out of the mesh and sent several shots of cum through the air smacking against Love's large sweat covered tits. Several shots smacked against her tits, while some landed in the valley between them. Jerking again slowly, Ian squeezed out some more as Love took his dick in her mouth and sucked the cock as it fell to a flaccid state.

"So, would you like the costume?" Ian asked as Love smiled and looked up at Ian.

"Well, it is pretty revealing but It's quite messy. Is that alright?"

"Well... I may have to see why it's so messy..." Ian said with a grin as Love climbed up to her feet.

"I'm having a party next week. Care to come along and see it in action?" Love said with a grin. Turning around, Love bent over, letting Ian see all of her ass and soaking wet pussy. Getting out a tube of lipstick from her purse, Love then walked over to Ian and pressed the red tube against his skin. Drawing out a phone number, Love smiled and got her clothes.

"I'll give you some privacy..." Ian said with a grin as he grabbed hold of his clothes and walked out of the room.

"Thank you, I am a lady after all." Love said with a grin, getting his phone, Ian took a snap of his chest and started to write down the phone number. Satisfied with it, Ian started to dress. Thinking to himself with a smile. 'This was going to be a fun event.'
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"Oh Jesus Christ. How long is that going to take?" Ian asked, rolling his eyes at the latest revelation. He was still at work in 'The Party Store' bumping into Jennifer Love Hewitt, and fucking her, hadn't really done him any favors except for the obvious getting laid part.

It was half past four in the afternoon and he had received a phone call from Mister Rombassi, the owner of the store. He had recently had an electrical alarm set up for the store, upgrading it from the padlock in the back and the shutter and double door locks at the front.

"I'm not sure buddy. But, you'll need to stay until it's fixed. Obviously, I'll pay you for it; if any customers come in from now until closing you can take the entire sale as commission too."

Rubbing his head with his left hand, his thumb and middle finger on the temple, he massaged the points gently as he held the phone up with his right hand.

"That's fine. Do they have the store cell or are they using mine?"

"They have the store main phone and the cell line too. I'm sure they'll get in contact with you soon. Again, I'm really sorry Ian."

"It's fine Mister Rombassi, really its fine. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Don't worry buddy. I'll cover all of your shift tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Honestly, yes. I'll see you on Monday all right?"

"All right Mister Rombassi, I'll see you then."

They shared their goodbyes and Ian hung up the phone. Pocketing the cell, Ian walked over to the panel on the wall by the door. Taking a glance at it, Ian couldn't really see anything wrong with it, but he wasn't exactly an expert. Sighing heavily, Ian spun on his foot and walked into the middle of the store. Fiddling with hanging 'Sale Rail' he rearranged the costumes into sizes and then into appropriate sections. Hanging the masks on the front of the rail, he checked his watch.

That had killed all of ten minutes.

'Wonderful.' Ian thought to himself as he looked around the store. Opening the front door, he stepped outside and looked at the pedestrian traffic, as well as actual motor traffic.

There was nearly no one left on the street. School's had broken up and all the soccer Mom's had taken their brats home and no one would be coming by. Not even the lovely Love. Well, that was doubtful at best. Walking inside the store, Ian sat at the desk and rested his chin in his hands. Quarter to the hour, fifteen minutes to closing.

'C’mon brain focus on something else' Ian willed himself, looking around to try to find something to do. Deciding on how unusual it was that Mister Rombassi had decided to keep the store open for an extra hour.

Typically, the store shut at five o'clock on a Thursday, but with Halloween coming in two short weeks people would start looking for costumes sooner rather than later. So, Mister Rombassi decided that the store would stay open until eight o'clock in the evening.

Even with Halloween coming, little people had came in. That was probably why Mister Rombassi was so liberal with commission on sales. It was a shitty shift and no one liked to do it. Leaning back in his chair, Ian ran his hands over his face he rubbed his eyelids to try and keep them open.

His ears pricked up as the front door opened. Opening his eyes, he jumped to a standing position as the customer walked into the store. She walked into the main foyer of the store, she turned to greet him. She was dressed in a long black chic coat with a black belt wrapped around her waist. Her hair was long and luscious flowing over her coat. She was also clad in some Ugg boots and was wearing large, dark sunglasses that incredibly covered most of her the upper half of her cheeks and just above her eyebrows. Considering it was almost eight o'clock at night in October, this was an unusual thing to see.

"Hi, welcome to 'The Party Store'. My name is Ian, how can I help you?"

"Hi Ian. I'm going to a costume party on Halloween, I'm looking for a costume. Do you have any recommendations?" Her face looked very familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Sure. What sort of thing are you looking for? We have all sorts. Super hero costumes, movie costumes or just the usual sort, devils, black cats that sort of thing."

"Well... Can I have a look at that black cat?"

"Sure! Just this way." Ian said with a warm, inviting smile. He walked towards the back of the store and up to one of the rails hanging from the wall. Thumbing through the costumes, Ian found the selection of black cats and hooked his thumb under all of the top hangers. Pulling them off of the rail, Ian laid them over his forearm and walked back towards the customer.

"All right, this is all sizes we have. Would you like to try one on?"

"Sure. Where are the changing rooms?"

Ian smiled and motioned towards the changing rooms. "Just over here."

Walking across the store, Ian pulled back the blue curtain and hung the costumes up on the hook on the wall.

"Thank you." She said with a smile, stepping inside the cubicle, turning to close the curtain, again she smiled sweetly and tugged the blue velvet back across the door.

"You know, you're just as helpful as my friend said you'd be."

He heard her shout from over the cubicle. This made him raise an eyebrow.

"Oh? Would I know your friend?"

"Ha! Yeah. I think you'll know her, well. You certainly wouldn't forget her at least."

This made him ponder, walking away from the cubicle, he looked at the floor as he thought about it. Pulling a Columbo, he brought his right hand up and wagged his index finger as if he was onto something.

"Brown hair?"

"Yep!"

Christ. It couldn't be Love could it? Maybe she was an extra on Ghost Whisperer or something and that's where he recognized her from.

"Bought a maid costume?"

"Maybe... I think so actually."

Holy shit. It was Love.

"It wasn't Jennifer Love Hewitt was it?" He asked, looking at the blue velvety cover.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" She said, laughing as the sound of a zipper came up.

"Oh right. How is she?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear. Ian had texted her after their first encounter but had heard nothing back. He had thought that he had misread the number, after all, it was in lipstick and he was in a euphoria when trying to write it down. Well, wouldn't you if you had boned Jennifer Love Hewitt?

"She's fine, was a bit concerned when you didn't get back to her."

"Yeah, that's funny. I think I lost her number or didn't write it down properly or something?"

"Oh right, well that's plausible."

Plausible? Was she a spy from Love?

'... Jesus Christ. Get it together Ian.' He thought to himself with a smirk. Although, as they were now involved in a dialogue her voice sounded similar as well. So, maybe she had a speaking part or something. Maybe she was one of those 'Oh, it's her!' type actor’s. The ones who would pop up in something but you could never tell someone their name. That must be it.

"Yeah, I was kind of nervous when I wrote it down. He, heh." He said with a smile.

"That must be it... All right I'm done. Can I get your opinion on it?"

"Sure. I do this for a profession heh."

The curtain slid open and the mystery woman was clad in the leather cat suit. It was a one-piece affair that covered all of her skin, in the middle of the outfit was the zipper for the wearer to get in and out from. However, it was cunningly designed so that it only covered about half of her cleavage. She had on the platform shoes with a killer high heel that gave her an extra two inches off of the floor. They were zipped up on the side, and to top it off with an accessory she was holding a black plastic whip with paper strands working as the rope. Her hair was still loose, running over her shoulders and to top off the costume she had on a little black plastic mask that covered most of her face.

The woman saw Ian's jaw drop and smiled.

"Well, it certainly looks all right." Ian said with a smile, looking the woman up and down.

"You think so?"

"Yeah. It really... Suits you?" There was a big question mark at the end of the sentence, unsure of how she would take it.

"Great... Do you have anything else sexy like this?"

"Sure, do you want a costume like that or do you want an official costume?"

"Do you have like a naughty nurse costume?"

"Sure. I'll fish one out if you'd like to change?"

"Sure... Hey, you couldn't do me a favor could you?"

"Uhhh... Sure, what's up?"

"You couldn't lock the door could you?" She asked, pulling the curtain back to separate her and Ian.

"You want me to shut the store?"

"If that's OK. Love said you wouldn't mind." The woman said, as she started to change.

"Yeah, that's no problem. Just give me a second." Ian put the clothing down over a near-by rack and walked over to the front door. No one was on the street, so he saw no reason to stay open. Locking the door, he twisted the sign over to say that the store was shut. Then, he pulled down the blind so no one could see inside.

"All right, we're shut and locked up. Just give me a second so I can fish out the costumes." Jogging into the middle of the store, Ian pulled out the nurses costumes laying them down next to the changing room.

"Ian, are you just being nice to me because I'm a customer?"

Crooking an eyebrow, Ian looked over to the sound of her voice.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Are you just being nice to me because I'm a customer?"

"Well, I like to think I'm nice to all of my customers... There are a few that don't deserve it but that's to be expected with retail. Are you normally treated differently?" He said with a smile, turning his back and resting against the wall.

"No. It's not that. It's just normally people are so nice to me because of who I am."

'Oh. That changes things. Is she someone famous? Oh... She was quite short? It wasn't Lacey Chabert was it? Oh shit... Both Love and Lacey are friends after their time on Party of Five. Maybe she came in to find me and see whether I was still alive.' Ian's mind was racing a mile a minute as she pulled back the curtain. Looking up, Ian realized just who she was.

Jessica Alba.

"Oh wow... I didn't realize it was you..."

"Thanks!" She said with a laugh, putting her hands on her hips looking at Ian. Jessica glanced at the clothing in Ian's hands. "Are they the outfits?"

"Hmm? Oh. Oh yeah!" Snapping back to reality, he handed her the costumes. Smiling, Jessica took hold of the outfits and walked into the cubicle again.

"So, how do you know Love?" He asked, stepping into the main foyer of the store.

"Oh, we met at a party for Fox. We were both on shows that were getting ready to be cancelled. We just bound together and we've been friends ever since." Jessica answered as she changed into her new outfit.

"Oh right. I wondered why I recognized you."

"Couldn't place me?"

"Yeah. I thought you were in some thing with Love, 'Party of Five' or 'Ghost Whisperer'. Obviously not thought." He said with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about dressing like that but I didn't want anyone following me here. Especially after how Love said how good your customer service was." Jessica retorted with a little giggle at the end.

Raising an eyebrow, Ian wondered just how much Love and Jessica had spoken about.

"She said my service was good?"

"Oh yeah. She said you served her really well."

'Oh my.' Ian thought to himself as Jessica answered him. 'Maybe she just meant how I helped her buy the costume... Yeah, that must be it.'

The store's phone rang as Ian was about to answer Jessica. "I just need to get that, I'll be right back."

"Sure, no problem." She shouted back to him as he jogged over to the counter.

"Hello, 'The Party Store' Ian speaking. How can I help you?"

"Oh hi. This is Tommy with Wiseau electronics. I'm calling about your alarm system."

"Oh hi! So, what's the problem?" Ian asked, glee filling his face at the prospect of getting out of the store.

"Well, I was filled in by your manager earlier. It sounds like it's a simple fusing problem. Probably due to bad wiring, my screen's showing nothing wrong."

"Nothing's wrong? But it won't set."

"Yeah, I know that. I'm not sure why it's doing that. Are you by the panel now?"

"No... I can be... Give me a second..." Ian said, with each gap in his sentence, he stepped closer to the panel. "Right, I'm at the panel now."

"OK. I'm going to run you through how to do a diagnostic. We can see if it's a bad connection or the OS wasn't set up correctly."

"Cool, cool."

Tommy then directed Ian how to run a diagnostic. Running through the various menus and screens, Tommy couldn't find anything wrong.

"All right, so it's probably set up incorrectly. Ian, I'm going to call my friend Greg who can come down and see you."

"Jesus... How long is that going to take?"

"A few hours."

"A few hours!?" Ian almost yelled down the phone. "Listen, I have a social life. Is there any chance you could speed it up?"

"I'm sorry. He's on a call in a bank. They have to take priority."

Sighing heavily, Ian let out a silent nod and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to be out of here until at least eleven o'clock at night now.

"All right, thank you Tommy."

"No problem Ian. Give me a call back if anything else happens."

"Right, I will." Hanging up, Ian let his head hang and turned back to face Jessica.

She had now dressed in the nurses outfit of choice. It was a white number that ran from her shoulder down to just above her backside. It was a tiny piece with a plunging neckline that had a red trim, running from the zip line to her neckline. The neck had a wider spread as a collar that was also strawberry red like the trim. She was wearing a plastic, fake stethoscope that ran from around her neck, down between her breasts and dangled by her stomach. She was wearing red stockings in a fence net style with long white boots to complete the look.

"How does this one look?" She asked, smiling at the now wide-awake Ian.

"It looks... Looks amazing!" It hugged her hips neatly and showed off all of her best assets. Giving a quick twirl, Ian almost saw up her skirt as she spun.

"I can tell!" She said with a smile. She cast her eyes over Ian letting him catch a sneak peek at her cleavage. He caught her checking him out, he didn't have an erection. Remarkably. But, since his last encounter with Love he had put on a few more pounds that had made him fill out but not put him in the overweight mark. His typical messy brown hair had now been shaved off with a couple of centimeters left on top of his head and now he was clean-shaven.

"Who was that on the phone?" She asked as she folded her arms under her breasts.

"Oh, it was the alarm company. We've been having problems with the alarm system and it looks like I'm going to be stuck here for a couple of hours at least... Not exactly looking forward to that, been here since half past eight in the morning! But don't worry, once I ring you up I'll be able to let you leave!" He said with a smile. Jessica frowned and looked at him, her head tilting to her right ever so slightly.

"Well, if you'd like I could keep you company?"

"Really? You sure?"

"Yeah! That's no problem! Have you got anything to drink here?" She asked, looking around.

"Sure, should we go to the back area? It's not much I'm afraid."

"That's fine. Lead the way handsome." She said with a playful wink, Ian felt his cheeks flush with color as they walked to the bag. Heading past the adult costumes and into the back area, there was a typical sized door that was painted blue. In the middle of the door there was a window with an almost black coloring on it. It was a two-way mirror so Ian's side could see out but people couldn't see in. Ian pushed the door open and held it open for Jessica. She smiled and walked past him thanking him as she did so.

The back area wasn't much to look at, as Mister Rombassi had forced Ian to fit all of the costumes out on the shop floor. The back area had a large selection of grey and other very drab colors. There was a selection of wooden shelves with various cardboard boxes on with either returns or accessories that they couldn't fit out on the shop floor. To the left of the shelves there was the staff area, it was a decent sized room with a fridge, table, a couple of chairs and a kettle. Of course there was also a tree for the cups and plates for their lunches.

The table was directly next to the wall furthest away from the entrance, the two chairs were close to each other on the corner of the table. You could easily hold hands from the distance and if you were sitting on the edges, you could kiss each other or be lifted up and put on the next chair. Ian shook that mental image from his head, yeah she knew Love but he had no idea how much she had told Jessica.

Walking inside, Ian clapped his hands together and looked around. Biting his bottom lip, he shrugged and faced Jessica.

"Well, I can probably manage a cup of coffee? I may have some chips around somewhere too?"

"That sounds wonderful!" She said with a smile, settling down in one of the chairs. Ian nodded and fished out two cups. Measuring out the granules of coffee he poured the boiling water on the beans and as the cup filled up, Ian got hold of the milk and sugar.

"How do you take it?"

"I love it really, really hot. With lots of cream. Something really hot and creamy." The Latin beauty said, making Ian's eyebrows rise. He didn't even have to face her to know she was smirking. Silently, he nodded and poured the milk into the cups.

"Sugar?"

"Sweetie? Oh, I see! Two please." Jessica added. Ian couldn't help but get the feeling she was flirting with him. Stirring the cups, they turned into a colorful brown and he put them down in front of her. Sitting down next to her, he noted that she had folded her legs and was unfolding them, seemingly at random or whenever he looked at her.

"So, what are you up to at the moment?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Not much I'm afraid. Still bouncing off of Dark Angel and Fantastic 4 royalties... But with Chris Evans going into Captain America... I doubt that there'll be another Fantastic 4 movie. Yep. I think I'm hitting that age that affects most female film stars. Too old to be the sexy lead and too young to be the comedy grandma. I'm just a burden to my agent."

Well, that was a dampener.

Ian was about to make a joke when she started to shake. Almost like she was going to cry. Sitting up from his chair, he leant over and put a reassuring arm around her shoulder. Giving her a half hug, she smiled at his attention. Looking up at him, almost on instinct, she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a soft kiss. Their lips smacked together as they kissed, it lasted for a few moments of exploring each other. Soon, Jessica broke the kiss and they looked at each other, lust heavy in her eyes.

Leaning in, this time he kissed her with absolutely no resistance from either party. She put her hands on his head and ran her fingers through his hair trying to get him closer to her. Their lips parted and their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths, gliding over each other’s organ and playfully smacking against each other’s. Their kiss grew deeper as they cupped each other’s faces, lost in the passion.

A few more moments passed and they broke the kiss. With a playful look on her face, Jessica fanned herself with her right hand breathing deeply as she did so.

"Love wasn't kidding!"

"She spoke about me?"

"Oh yeah! You should of heard her! After I managed to get a word in edge-ways she told me about this place... And you."

"Really? Cool... What else did she say?" He asked, as she scooted to the edge of her seat so she was closer to him.

"Well... She said you were... Well equipped for her needs... But I'm sure she was just talking about your sales techniques." Jessica flashed him a big white smile as he smiled as well, looking down at his lap.

Looking up, he decided he wanted to kiss her again. Leaning in, Jessica tilted her head back revealing her soft, sweet, silky skin to him. Letting him kiss it, she squealed with delight as he wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her closer. Kissing his way up her neck, he found a sweet spot just below her ear. Whenever he flicked his tongue over it, it made her jump with a jolt of pleasure.

Letting out a breathy moan, she ran her hands through his hair as he worshipped her neck. Putting his hand on her right leg, he wasn't sure of her reaction as he continued to kiss her neck.

"It's fine." She said, putting her hand on his and running it up her leg.

Yet still Ian resisted, then he stopped kissing her. He came up from her neck and tilted his head towards the entrance to the staff room.

"Is that the phone?"

Jessica did a similar action, twisting her head to the door. She looked at him with an unsure face. There was a noise out there, but it could be people outside the store. Standing up, Ian realized it was the phone. Darting out to the front of the store, he managed to get to it just in time.

His erection was sitting in his pants cursing at him for leaving her in the back. Answering the phone, it was Tommy on the other end. He didn't have any new information but Greg would be at least a couple of hour away still. Sighing, there interacted in a dialogue as he heard the back door swing open. Turning, he saw Jessica leafing through the outfits, she fished out a zip up cheerleader outfit. Showing it to Ian, he nodded and motioned to the changing rooms.

"How long's it going to be?" She called out to him.

"At least a couple of hours... May as well get settled in for the night." He replied, walking into the foyer so he was closer to the changing rooms.

"Ha, yeah! Oh... Ian... Can you come in here please? I think the outfit's stuck. I just need a hand unzipping the nurse's outfit."

"Uh... If you're sure?"

"Sure. Come in."

As Ian wasn't an idiot, he didn't second-guess her. Tugging at the blue curtain, he saw Jessica looking at him in the mirror. She had her hands on her hips and was waiting expectantly of him.

"All right, where are we stuck?"

"Just here." She said, taking his hands, she put them on her hips. Bending over, Jessica started to rub her crotch against his. Rolling her hips in a circle, she looked up in the mirror giggling at Ian's sheer amazement.

"Feel how wet I am?"

Ian nodded almost mechanically.

"Just for you babe. Should we get those pants off?"

Turning around, Jessica slipped to her knees and unbuckled Ian's belt. Pulling the leather aside, she tugged at his pants letting them fall to the floor. His boxer shorts were unfortunately his comedy boxer shorts. They were a black affair with bright, yellow smiley faces on them. His dick had hardened and was poking from the top of his shorts. His very respectable nine inches was begging for attention, which Jessica was more than happy to provide for it.

She slid her fingers inside his waistband and pulled them down inch by agonizing inch. Soon, they pooled around his feet and Jessica was head to head with his shaft. Taking the member in her dainty hands, she gently stroked the skin, watching him with great interest.

Lightly stroking it, she smiled when Ian looked to the sky and let out a husky groan as she started to rise and drop her hand. When she hit the base of his shaft, she twisted her hand, the skin twisting with it. Leaning in, Jessica flicked her tongue against his member, licking the underside of his head. Hitting a sensitive spot, Ian let another groan escape his lips as she pushed his shaft against his stomach. Using her tongue, she traced his vein underside with a broad, flat flick.

Unwilling to pinch himself, Ian simply looked down and watched his new lover go to work on his shaft. He was in awe as Jessica slurped and sucked on his cock. His dick's head slipped inside her warm, wet mouth. Moving closer, he could feel her body heat against his legs, with each of her movements her firm, large breasts pushed into him. Her PVC encased breasts seemed to be begging to be let out, but she was ignoring the lust and focusing on Ian.

Vigorously sucking his cock, she took it deep into her mouth and throat forcing it as deep as she could. He felt his shaft hit her in the back of her throat and heard her gag on his dick. Looking down, he saw Jessica's warm saliva start to run from her mouth and all the way down his dick. Taking her mouth off of his shaft, Jessica took in in her hand and leant in to the right side of it. Holding it still by the tip, the lovely Latina then ran her tongue from the bottom to the top scooping up all of her spit. Then, she simply let the dick hit her in the cheek, before slapping it against her tongue.

Ian groaned at how she was playing with his dick. Looking down at her taking all of her spit, only to produce more on it was driving him mad.

"That's fucking intense..." He groaned, closing his eyes and looking to the sky, completely at her mercy.

Jessica was playing with his shaft, jerking it as pre-cum started to bubble from his head.

"You're such a nasty boy... You know that?" She asked as Ian looked at her. Nodding, he took her head in his hands and moved her towards his dick. With a big nasty grin on her face, Ian grinned as she let the member slap her around on the face and her lips.

"Can you keep sucking it please?" He asked, that made her want to laugh. She nodded and re-doubled her efforts with it. Taking the nine-inch member in her mouth, Jessica went to town on it. Licking all around the shaft and catching his balls with the occasional lick. Carrying this on for close to five minutes, Jessica came up for air and carried on jerking his dick. Looking up, lust heavy in her eyes she spoke.

"Fuck me."

"Pardon?"

"I want you to fuck me." She had now stood up and was stripping down. She expertly unzipped her costume so she was now simply clad in her stockings and underwear. Reaching behind her, Ian realized a dream as Jessica Alba undressed in front of him. She unclasped her bra and her large tits fell into view for Ian. Bending over, Jessica fiddled with her stockings and slid them down her legs, catching her underwear with them.

Ian rested against the wall and watched as she undressed. Simply in awe, he saw just how beautiful she was. Her body was a nice bronze color and her tits were shown off nicely. They looked nice and soft, and her nipples were hardening under all of the action and the cool temperature in the store. Walking towards him, she wrapped her arms around him and brought him into a warm, wet kiss.

For the first time, Ian got to explore her soft, voluptuous body. Running his hands down to her ass, he squeezed the fleshy buns making her moan into his mouth. Ian tugged at her and let her jump into his arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she moaned to the sky as he kissed his way along to her ear. Kissing the flesh, just under her ear, he smiled as she reached under the two of them and found his dick.

Moving his dick towards her folds, Jessica groaned as the shaft invaded her folds. All nine inches slid deep inside her, she let out a silent gasp as she was filled up. Taking his face in her hands, she locked his lips with hers and they kissed again. Stumbling around the changing rooms before falling on their backs. Giggling, Jessica was on top of him and moved his hands to her breasts.

"I'm going to ride you Ian." She said, her tone was low as they made eye contact. Ian deafly nodded. Not really one to argue when he was getting laid. He watched her as she looked down at his lap.

Rubbing her crotch against his, she closed her eyes as he squeezed her breasts. Rocking backwards and forwards, she let out a silent moan as she started to ride his shaft. Putting her hand on his chest, she started to lift her hips up off of his dick and push them down on his dick. He looked down at her hips and watched in awe as their skin collided with each other. Some of her wet, slick juices were running down her leg as they fucked.

He was in awe as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Taking control of his hands again, he started to squeeze her chest toying with her hardened nipples. Sitting up, he wrapped an arm around her waist to support her and started to suck on her right tit while playing with her left one. Taking the nipple between his finger and thumb, he twisted the hard nub lightly as he flicked his tongue over the nipple on the right breast.

"Oh... Oh... Oh yeah... Right there!" She moaned as Ian played with her luscious body. Smiling at her reaction, he knew she was enjoying herself. Love had shown a similar reaction to his touch. He must be good.

Jessica groaned at the touch in her more sensitive areas. She enjoyed how he paid attention to all of her breast while toying with the free one. She rearranged herself so that her legs hooked around his waist and her arms were around his shoulders. She was enjoying this new position as she could grind her clit up against his shaft almost at free will as he played with her tits.

Swapping over to her left tit, Ian moved his hand up to her right tit to pay the same attention to it. Tweaking the nipple with his thumb and index finger, he smiled as he savored her breasts. Using his free hand, he ran it over her stomach and then slid it down to her cunt.

"Uh... Uh... Uh... Shit... So hot..." Ian grunted as Jessica rode him. She smiled and nodded as she ran her hand all over his chest.

Finding her clit, he trapped it between his fingers and paid it some much-needed attention. Rubbing his thumb over the hard button, he enjoyed listening to Jessica's voice climbing higher and higher with each trial. He found that if he rubbed his thumb over the button she would yelp like a puppy but if he squeezed the button she would give a more husky growl.

"That's it... Yeah... Yeah... Oh... Oh... Fuck me..." She growled, her lips close together. Her eyes locked deep on his face as a thin film of sweat forming on their skins

Using his index finger and middle finger, he placed them together and started to rub her clit. Sucking harder and harder on her breast, he smiled as she fell onto her back, dragging him with her. Now on top, he put his hands over her head and started to increase his fucking. Taking his hips out of her folds and then slamming it back in, he watched with great curiosity as her hips would rise off of the floor as she expected the next intrusion. Using his right hand to keep himself above his Latina lover, he took hold of her right leg and used that as a support, placing it on her thigh.

Putting her hands on her tits, she squeezed them as she pleased while he fucked her. Her eyes were shut tight as she moaned with each thrust he placed inside her. The strokes were getting shorter, but faster. He would keep five or six inches inside her, before pushing all of his shaft deeper inside her.

He felt the cum starting to bubble in his nuts and knew if he carried on like this he would blow his load much quicker than anticipated. He didn't have to say anything as Jessica's moaning turned into a high-pitched scream as she came all over his dick. Her warm juices flowed over his dick as she orgasmed that seemed to shake the store. Ian's pumping continued until she regained her breath. As she looked up at him, Ian slowed his pumps to talk to her.

"Jessica..."

"Yes, you can."

Ian crooked an eyebrow at that.

"I can cum?"

"Oh. You've blown your load? I thought you wanted to fuck my ass?"

"No, I haven't cum yet. I'm about to though! You want me to fuck your ass?"

"Everyone else does. You're a special case too. I haven't come like that in a long time!"

Pulling his dick out of her folds, he watched as Jessica crawled onto all fours and wiggled her hot ass at him. Giving his dick one final tug, he pressed her ass cheeks apart and pushed the mushroom head against her forbidden hole. Jessica's eyes shut tightly, before she nodded her approval. Sliding his dick inside her, he was amazed at the tightness of her. Only getting a few inches in, he waited until she was accustomed to his size. Soon, she voiced her approval and he pushed another few inches in. He had about half of his shaft inside her and was finding more and more resistance.

Trying to squeeze the rest of his member inside her, he struggled too much so he was more than satisfied with the current length. Pulling his dick out, still slick with her juices he started to fuck her ass. Holding onto her hips for dear life, he managed to fuck her with about half of his shaft. She had started to rub her clit as he fucked her. Grunting at the tightness of her ass, he started to fuck her harder and harder until his balls started to bubble again.

"Jessica... Can I cum in your ass?"

"Oh God yes..." She sighed, her head falling towards the floor, on her head's side she simply moaned as Ian finished with her ass. Blowing his load inside her ass, he watched as he removed his shaft and the white liquid fell out of her hole. Rubbing his dick in his cum, he moved up to her head and let her lick it clean. Taking hold of his shaft by the base, she flicked her tongue over the head and licked up all of the cum. Jerking the shaft to get any remainder of cum, she seemed satisfied and gave it a quick kiss.

"That..."

"Was amazing." She finished his sentence for him. He nodded with a huge grin as she sat up, cross-legged as they shared a kiss. Just as he was about to speak again, there was a ring of the phone.

"You get that. I'm going to change." Ian nodded and answered the phone. It was Tommy. They had discovered what was wrong with the connection and Greg would be there soon. Ian nodded and they had a conversation, when he turned to see Jessica with a grin. She made a gesture like she needed to go, Ian nodded happily and waved her off. Before she went she gave him a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze on the dick for good measure.

Greg was about ten minutes away, giving Ian plenty of time to change. Satisfied with the days work he realized that Jessica hadn't paid for her outfit. Smiling, he realized he didn't care. Pulling his pants on her was more than happy.
 
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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
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Codes: MF, MMF, Cons, Oral, Anal, DP, Facial

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Ian stifled a yawn as he watched the new guy, Jack, sweep the floor of the entrance point of the store. It had been another boring day of work at 'The Party Store' as the seconds drained away and found that he could feel time taking its toll on his body.

It had been almost six months since Jessica Alba had joined him in another sexual act. He had wondered if people were starting to talk about the store and wondered if that was the reason to do with the recent bustle that the store had been going through. There had been a resurgence with Ian and Mister Rombassi and several filming companies had gotten hold of them to talk about renting several costumes for certain shows.

But, that time had come and gone and now they were alone on the high street. Mister Rombassi had left, leaving the two younger guys alone in the store. Jack kept sneaking glances at Ian as they worked.

"What is it man?" Ian asked, putting a pen down in a exasperation.

"It's... Well... I heard off of a web site that celebrities come here. Is it true?" Jack practically ran up to the counter to talk to the older member of staff. Ian smirked and looked at the new recruit, he briefly pondered telling him that celebrities did shop here and he'd fucked two of them.

"A couple of them have been in yeah. But, they're just like regular people, just like you and me." Ian said with a smile, fighting the urge to patronizingly pat the man on his forearm.

"Do you think I'll see any?"

"I think it's L.A, you're bound to see someone. Now why don't you look at getting that front door swept?" Ian said with a smile as he gestured at the open front door. Jack nodded and left, Ian chuckled lightly and went back to his iPad and the crossword app he had downloaded.

There was a brief scuttle of footsteps and he looked up to see Jack rushing back into the store. He was mouthing something silently and jabbing his thumb towards the entrance. Ian made a face like he wasn't sure what Jack was talking about, and when he peered over Jack's shoulder and saw a small, petite woman walk into the room.

Ian recognized her immediately as Alison Brie, famous for Mad Men, Community and Scream 4. He then cast a glance back to Jack in a 'Well, what do you want me to do?' type of shrug on his shoulders. They didn't have long to chat before Alison interjected.

"Hi!" She said warmly as she stood between the two sales clerks. Jack smirked lightly as Ian stood up.

"Hi, welcome to The Party Store. How can I help you?"

"Well, I've got some costume parties to go to and I need the best costumes you've got!" Alison beamed, tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear. She was wearing a button up blouse that came up just above her chest line and was wearing a pair of bell bottom jeans that hugged her lower figure.

"Sure, are you looking for anything in particular?" Ian asked as he walked out from behind the counter and stepped closer to her.

"Well, the parties are supposed to be sexy. Do you have any sexy outfits?"

Jack whelped as Ian cast a look at him as they moved past a selection of kids costumes.

"Is he OK?" Alison asked quietly, jabbing her left thumb stealthily at Jack.

"Yeah, he's fine. Just a little eager." Ian guided Alison towards the back of the store and next to the fitting rooms. Reaching in, he tugged at a rail and slid it out so Alison could browse it. "Those are all the sexy ones we've got. We have some more... Adult... Ones but they're on special order. They take about fourteen working days to get here."

"Nah, these ones will be cool thanks. Can I try them on?" She asked him as she fished out a white plastic-y naughty nurse costume. She then reached back into the rail and fished out a two piece naughty school girl outfit.

"Yeah, sure. If you come in here," He said, gesturing to the two changing rooms. He tugged down one of the blue felt curtains so Alison could change in privacy. She nodded and as she walked into the room and shut the curtain, Ian walked back to the front of the store to a slack jawed Jack.

"Dude, that was Alison Brie!" He stammered as Ian nodded his head.

"Yeah... And?"

"Oh my Gods! You've seen celebrities before haven't you!?" Jack accused, jabbing a finger in Ian's face. Ian smirked and waved Jack's finger out of his face, he looked at him and took a breath.

"Jessica Alba and Jennifer Love Hewitt have shopped in here before."

Ian stepped behind the counter and rang up a transaction as Jack stared at him, his mouth open slightly. Ian focused on the transaction, opting to not tell him about the fact that he had fucked them. As the drawer opened, he saw that the till was low on change. Grinning, he took out the customer's change and she thanked the two boys as she made her way out of the store.

"Hey man, we're low on change. Can you go to the office and get me a banking slip?"

Jack nodded and rest the broom up against the counter. He walked past the fitting rooms and made a funny face as he walked into the back. Ian shook his head lightly and stepped into the foyer of the costume store. Stretching lightly, Ian cast a glance over at the changing rooms and wondered what Alison was changing into. When Jack reappeared, Ian took the slip from him and quickly filled it in. Passing it back to the younger man, Ian smiled and took hold of a backpack that was kept behind the till.

"OK man, time for you to go the bank for us."

"What!?" Jack exclaimed, like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Ian smiled and nodded his head.

"Yeah, we need change and this will be an exciting new experience for you!" Ian slapped Jack on the back and gestured for him to go to the door. Jack tried to argue but knew it was a wasted attempt, he nodded his head and walked out glumly. Ian grinned and walked into the back of the store, as he did he heard Alison calling out.

"Hey are you out there?" She called as Ian stepped to the curtain.

"Hey, sorry yeah I'm here. I had to deal with a customer. What's up?"

"Um... Well, the costume's a little tight. Can I get your opinion on it?" She called out as Ian silently punched the air.

"Sure... Do you want me to come in?" He asked, caution in his voice as Alison smiled.

"Well, I'd rather I came out there... Can you shut the store? I don't want other people to see me in this." Alison's logic was sound and he'd done a lot more for Love and Jessica.

"Sure, give me a second." Ian darted back up to the front of the store and locked the door. Flipping the sign over to say the store was closed, Ian quickly scrawled a note telling Jack to come round the back to get in. With a twist of his key, Ian removed his key and pocketed it.

"OK, the store's locked up now." Ian said, resting his left arm on a steel clothing rail. The curtain came back and Alison stepped out in the nurse outfit. It was a tight, white one piece outfit that hugged her figure, on her flat tummy there was a red circle with a white cross inside it. Near her breasts there was a big gap so you could see all of her cleavage. She had on lacy white gloves that ran up to her elbows that were accompanied by a set of white thigh high stockings. Ian's jaw dropped and he could feel a bulge growing in his pants as she stepped out of the changing rooms.

She smiled and gave a slight twirl in the outfit.

"Do I need to take your temperature?"

"I certainly wouldn't mind it!" Ian flirted with her as Alison smiled and licked her bottom lip casually. She cast a look around and saw that they were alone.

"Where's the other guy?"

"He's gone out for change. He won't be here for at least half an hour."

"Good. You know this place has got a reputation in certain circles in Hollywood?"

"... A... A reputation?" Ian stammered as he backed up. A moment of humour hit him, he had got a blowjob from both Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jessica Alba, fucked Jessica in the ass and fucked both Love and Jessica in that very changing room and here he was being nervous in front of poor adorable Alison Brie.

He gave himself a mercy clause though. She was feisty... And Hot... And cute... And funny. She was going to take him willingly and he was going to like the whole damn ride. She had a killer body, her work on Mad Men had shown that off well enough. Plus if you had seen her on Hot Sluts, then you knew full well that her cleavage was nothing to turn away from. Her big, wide blue eyes stared up at him as she moved him towards one of the large clothing rails that had several costumes on.

The hangers rattled and fell to the floor, the costumes crumpling against the carpeted fabric. He cast his eyes down at them and back up at Alison who had now closed the gap and was merely inches away from the handsome, over worked and under fucked sales assistant. Some people may have argued that fucking two celebrities as hot as they were would take him out of the under fucked category but that was six months and nearly one whole year ago and besides, wouldn't you rather be boning all the time?

Alison lay her hands on Ian's shoulders and she lightly rubbed them, shushing him as she did so.

"Oh yeah baby. A reputation. A good one too. You know what I'm talking about don't you?" Ian nodded his head and she smiled sweetly. "And just what am I talking about?"

"Fucking girls."

"Fucking girls... Like Jennifer Love Hewitt? Or... Jessica Alba?" Alison said with a wicked grin as she pushed her body up against his. Rubbing her chest against his, Alison looked down and smiled when his erection pushed up against the inside of her thigh.

"Sorry..." He began but was cut off by her right index finger on his lips.

"Don't be. Nurse Alison needs to take your temperature." Her hands came up to his face, as she ran her hands through his messy brown hair and smiled. Playing the part, she then put the palm of her hand on his forehead.

"Oh my..."

"What is it?" He asked as she came in closer to Ian, he still wasn't aware that she was playing the part even though her face had a big, beaming smile on it.

"It looks like I may have to take your temperature. It seems you're developing a fever. Say `ahh'." Alison said sexily, then it clicked with him. Matching her smile, though his was a tad more goofy, he complied and opened his mouth. Alison then put her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

Their lips met and made a soft, hot tangling of flesh as they smacked against each other. Sliding his tongue inside her mouth, Alison moaned softly as he planted his hands on her hips running them up and down the fabric that contained her silky skin. Their tongues met in the middle and playfully wrestled with each others as they explored the other's mouth. Running his left hand up her back, he ran it up to her head of brown hair and ran it though her luscious locks.

Breaking the kiss, Alison Brie, star of Community and general nerd girl smiled, panting, aiming to catch her breath.

"Are you well Nurse?" He asked with a smile as he finally started to join in their sordid role play session. Alison brought her hands up and placed a finger on his lips.

"Just getting my breath back. I think I need to take your temperature again." She said with a smile, hooking her arms around his back she tugged herself closer to him and planted her lips on his again.

The two pairs of lips smacked with each others as their tongues entered the other's mouth and explored again. He wrapped his tongue around hers and lightly sucked on it as she moaned into his mouth. He ran his hands down her side to her soft, juicy ass, running over her cheeks he took a chance and lightly squeezed the skin making her moan.

Alison was the one who broke the kiss again and moaned to the sky as he kissed his way down to her neck and tasted it for the first time. While she was still straddling him up against the clothing rail, Alison started to rub her groin up against his. She smiled when she felt his erection swell and push against her moist pussy.

"Oh, look at that!" Alison exclaimed with a giggle, finally acknowledging his erection.

"What's that Nurse?"

"It looks like you've brought your own thermometer."

She said with a smile as she brought her hands down to his jeans. She slipped his shirt up off of the belt line and tugged at the small metal latch that kept it together. With ease, she soon had the leather loosened and had ripped it out of the loops that decorated the top of his jeans. Dumping it next to the costumes on the floor, Alison then unbuttoned the button and unzipped his fly. Yanking his pants down, she let him step out of the denim and stand before her only in his boxer shorts.

"All right, let's see just how big your thermometer is." Ian grinned, hardly believing his luck as Alison hooked her two index fingers inside the waist band of his boxer shorts and started to slowly slide them down his hips. Soon, his dick popped out to play making the TV and one time movie star, gasp in surprise. She continued to slide his shorts down his legs and let the handsome sales assistant kick them away. She had been squatting on the floor but now she opted to get down on her knees completely. She cast a glance up at him and smiled, taking his hard rod in her hands, she gasped at just how hard he felt. Regaining her composure, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed making him moan.

"Well, you seem to be able to still feel pain. That's a good sign, let's see what other things you can feel."

Alison cast her eyes over his dick and smiled sweetly. She looked at it intently, almost as if she was examining it. It had done the job with two other celebrities, why should it be any different with her? Ian thought to himself as he watched her work with his nine inch dick. Was nine inches enough for her? Doubt started to fill his mind as he thought back to fucking JLH and Jessica Alba. Neither seemed like they had been faking but how would he have known? They weren't exactly recreating Harry Met Sally in there, was that a good thing or a bad thing? She must have realised that she had been staring and cast her eyes up to him.

"That's one big thermometer." Alison remarked, cementing his belief that he was a above average.

"Why don't you take my temperature Nurse Alison?"

"What a good idea, I'll do that now."

Alison then leant forward and planted a soft kiss on his large ball sac. She then started to run her tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the head. Reaching the tip, Alison opened her mouth and wrapped her soft, sexy lips around his shaft. She then started bobbing up and down covering two or three inches at a time. Making two or three rises and drops of her mouth, Alison flicked her tongue over his shaft making a valiant effort into covering the entire bottom half of his shaft.

Alison moaned happily as his shaft was buried deep in her mouth, without even really trying she'd managed to suck close to seven inches in her mouth. Slowly opening her eyes, they made eye contact with each other. She smiled around his member and started to bob up and down on his shaft with a quick pace making sure to get all of his shaft nice and wet. Forcing herself down on his shaft again, Alison's nose hit his neatly trimmed pubic hair making her smile as it probably tickled her.

Bringing herself up off of his shaft, Alison spat on her right hand and playfully tugged at the shaft stretching the skin and letting it crumple again. Her freshly lubricated hand was a nice treat as she pleasured Ian with a slow, steady hand job. Getting back into character, Alison cast a glance up at Ian and smiled sweetly.

"Well, I can feel your temperature is dropping. I think we may be done soon."

"Really Nurse Alison? You actually seem a little warm now though. Could you be suffering through something as well? You seem quite warm near your chest. Should I apply some pressure to it?" Ian asked, hoping to get near her glorious mounds. He prayed that she actually wanted to fuck him and not just have a fool around.

"Are you a qualified doctor?" She asked, her big eyes fluttered shut and open swiftly as she made eye contact with him.

"I used to be..." He replied, unsure of how to exactly respond.

"Perhaps it's for the best then Doctor?"

"Perhaps it is."

Standing up, Alison pressed her lips on his and they shared another kiss. Her tongue passed into his mouth and explored the orifice as she carried on jerking him. Running his hands over her body, he was almost in awe of all her fantastic curves and fantastic silky skin. Most of her body was covered by the silky fabric that made up the nurse's outfit which regrettably covered up her breasts.

He ran his hands up from her waist to her chest and lightly squeezed her breasts making her moan. Alison broke the kiss and scooted up closer to him, she pulled herself closer to him and took his hands in hers. She then planted them on her chest, giving him free will to do whatever her wanted to her. As he stared at her chest for a while, he got with the programme and started to squeeze and fondle her flesh. Alison moaned sexily and unclipped the toy stethoscope that had previously just hung around her neck. She then playfully looped it around Ian's neck and pushed his face into her glorious cleavage and let him really go to work. Ian's tongue flicked and lashed at the valley of cleavage that had been neatly framed by the costume. Her soft skin felt so good on his tongue and he happily attacked ever opportunity of fleshy offering.

Alison moaned and tilted her head back, groaning to the sky as her breasts were covered with a thin film of Ian's saliva. Alison undid the back of her outfit so that he could see her tits in all their glory. As soon as her hard, puffy nipples came into view, Ian latched onto them immediately. Meanwhile, Alison had pressed her still clothed groin against his and was starting to rub it against his hard dick.

"Ugh, enough. Let's fuck!" Ian commented, lifting his head up off of her tits.

Alison seemed to be in agreement, grinned and tugged the hemline of her nurse's outfit upwards revealing her lacy black panties to Ian. He could see the moist outline of her lips begging for attention, Alison smiled and pulled them to the right of her pussy. Ian almost gasped when he saw her delicious cunt, it looked like it was ready to eat him alive and frankly he couldn't think of a more noble way to go.

"Lie down Ian." Alison said in a commanding tone, he was more than willing to comply and lay down on the soft, carpeted floor. Alison then stepped over his groin pushed her ass backwards, and pushed herself down impaling herself on his dick. They both shared a gasp as several inches buried themselves inside her warm, wet pussy. Alison groaned and started to lift herself up and then subsequently drop on the dick sliding in and out of her. She leant forward placing both of her hands on either side of his head and started to work their union.

Not wanting to be left out, Ian tilted his head upwards, Ian latched onto one of Alison's more notable features, her left breast, and sucked lightly on her nipple as she rode him. Running his hand up and down her back, he ran it down to her fine ass and squeezed her fleshy buns making her moan again. Throwing her head back, she increased her rising and dropping steadily getting all of his dick inside her pussy.

Breaking his fierce lip lock with her breast, Alison leant down and they shared another passionate kiss. Their tongues flicked against each others as they fucked, Ian ran his hands over to her ass and squeezed again. Taking care of some of the work, he held onto her buns and lifted her up and dropped her downwards again. With each rise and drop, on his dick Alison's breath started to get a little more laboured as a thin film of sweat formed on her body.

Breaking the kiss, he leant into the nape of Alison's neck and kissed her flesh. Alison moaned and ran a hand through his hair, holding him tight against it, almost feeding him her neck. She gasped in pleasant surprise when he bit the flesh and lightly sucked it, her hands moved onto his shirt covered chest and soon she was playing his his hard nipples. Taking his lips off of her, they shared another passionate kiss as Alison started to change her mind about how she wanted to fuck Ian. Breaking the kiss, she kissed his forehead lightly and pulled herself off of his dick.

"Can you stand up? I want to swap positions."

He nodded and pulled himself up off of the floor. He tugged his shirt off of his chest and dumped it next to his other clothes. Alison smiled and turned her back to him, she put her arms up for him to suggest that she wanted him near by. He complied and moved towards her, she hooked her arms around his neck and tugged herself upwards. Getting the idea, Ian wrapped his arms under the bottom of her legs and hoisted her into the air. Alison giggled lightly and reached underneath her, finding his rod, she started to slide it against her wet lips making him moan in turn.

Alison then fell to his whim as he let her drop slightly and he entered her soft, slick folds. They both groaned as he entered her again, they stayed like that for a few moments before he started to test just how far they could go together. Ian wasn't out of shape and could probably bench press about Alison's weight. It was a little more difficult when her weight wasn't properly aligned but he wasn't going to complain. Steadily, Ian started to lift and drop her on his shaft, letting her take the first couple of inches inside her. When she made no complaints about the way he was fucking her, he continued. Gripping the back of her knees, Alison slid a little further on his shaft making them both moan again.

She placed her hands on his as if to encourage him, holding her still. Ian started to thrust his hips upwards, lifting himself off of his feet and onto his tip toes getting more of himself inside her. While he fucked her like that, he realised that he had no way of playing with her generous tits. He made a mental note to play with them once there was no real risk of causing her bodily harm. The sweat on their bodies made little difference as he fucked upwards to Alison's waiting, hungry cunt. Alison started to moan more and more as he started to fuck her with an increased pace.

Lifting her up, several inches from the tip Ian let her drop, freely penetrating her cunt to his shaft's hilt. Alison let out a loud scream as all nine of his inches entered her at once, he was quick to catch her and lifted her back up again.

"Did you like that?" He asked, leaning forward to smooch her. She groaned and nodded her head, leaning back their lips made contact and they passionately kissed each other again. Ian lifted her up again and let her drop, making sure to grab her strong, toned thighs. Breaking the kiss, Alison moaned and let her head fall back, her throat becoming available to him, he lunged in and kissed her. She ran her hands over his head and hair, just aiming to cover as much as she could in as little time as possible.

Changing the pace, I lifted Alison all the way up off of his shaft until there was only his head left in her cunt. He then let her drop but as she did so he thrust upwards and she got fully penetrated in a swift fashion. Alison's eyes shot open and she screamed at the sudden invasion. Smiling, he repeated the fashion making her screams get more and more shrill with each drop-thrust combination.

His eyes drifted down her body and he could see that she was desperately frigging her clit, aiming to get herself off as soon as possible. He continued to let her drop and him rise on his shaft getting it nice and wet as her breath became more and more shallow she was getting closer and closer to the end.

Placing his mouth on her shoulder, he kissed it sweetly before biting into her flesh making her gasp and moan even louder. Alison started to buck wildly to the point where she was fucking him, he placed his hands back on the back of her knees and watched the show as Alison thrust herself downwards riding him with wild abandon. Throwing her head backwards once more, she let out an almighty cry and came all over his shaft, coating it with her cum.

Taking little time after the orgasm had subsided she looked over her shoulder at him, sweat dripping from her face and her brown hair matted to her skin. She blinked several times and then started to ride him again, grinding backwards and forwards on his shaft. He ran his hands over her sexy thighs and onto her legs, squeezing her fleshy thighs lightly making her moan again.

Ian grunted and felt the cum in his balls start to bubble up. He was going to cum soon but didn't want to stop fucking her. He began to take control and started to slow his thrusts to more slow, deliberate strokes.

"Going to cum?" She asked, fully aware of his urge to cum.

"Soon..."

"Right, over my face then!" Alison said, taking charge of the situation.

She hopped off of his shaft and knelt down in front of the sales assistant. Alison wrapped her lips around his shaft and started to slowly bob her head up and down on his dick tasting her own wetness on it. Smiling, she wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft and started to slowly pump up and down making sure to cover every part of his dick. She cast a glance up at him and smiled when he let out a low groan. She took one hand off of his dick so she could take more and more of his inches, enveloped with each passing drop.

He grunted slightly and started to cum, Alison didn't even need a warning as she took her mouth off of his dick. One load shot up through the air and onto her globes. She let go of the shaft and let him coat her face, rope after rope splattered against her pretty face as he came. Soon, her entire face was coated and she hungrily picked it up. After several spurts Ian had completely finished and what little strength he still possessed had left him.

Ian stood backwards and wiped the sweat away from his head, he watched as she started to scoop up his cum.

"Fuck... That was hot." He said with a grin as Alison smiled and nodded her head. She sucked on her right index finger that she had coated with his load.

"Are you kidding me? That was amazing!" Alison exclaimed as she sucked the digit clean. "Am I good?" She asked, referring to the load he had shot on her face.

"More than good!" Another voice said to the side of them, the two lovers looked to their right and saw Jack standing there slack jawed.

"Dude... Did you see all of that?" Ian asked as his dick started to deflate slightly. He was about to dress when Alison took the member into her mouth and sucked on it lightly as they both looked to the new male sales assistant. Alison smiled sweetly around his dick as she batted her eyelids at Jack lightly.

"Saw most of it. Fucking hot man!" He stepped closer to them and Alison could see a large lump forming in the front of his pants. She took her lips off of Ian's dick and reached forward cupping his penis through his pants. She cooed lightly feeing his dick as Jack groaned at her touch.

"Yeah, it was hot... Have you ever fucked a celebrity cutie?" Alison asked, looking up at Jack, amazed at how easily he fell into her grasp. When he shook his head, Alison smiled. "Shame. Would you like to?"

With that, she reached forward and unzipped his jeans. Tugging the flies open, she tucked her right hand into his pants, swiftly Alison fished out his rock hard dick. Jack's hard dick stood at a respectable eight inches and was appropriately thick. Alison cast a look over it and smiled, licking her lips, the Community star opened her mouth and lapped her tongue against his dick's head.

Alison licked her lips and nodded her head with approval as she moved her hand down to the base of his long and meaty shaft before she parted her soft, sexy lips and took his cock into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm damn..." Jack groaned as Alison Brie, star of Community and Scream 4 bobbed around the head of his cock. She cast her eyes up at you and smiled sweetly as she started to bob her head up and down on the younger guy's cock.

She cast her eyes up at him and smiled sweetly as she started to bob her head up and down on the younger guy's cock.

Alison moaned around his shaft as she bobbed her head smoothly up and down his shaft, sucking Jack's cock with a passion as Ian took a step back to watch her work.

"Oh fuck... Man... Alison Brie's sucking my dick..." Jack groaned as he tilted his head backwards as she bobbed her head up and down on his stiff, thick cock. Alison smiled as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear and slid her wet tongue against the head of Jack's cock, before turning her head and looking at Ian. She smiled sweetly and took Jack's cock out of her mouth.

"Want to fuck my ass?" She asked super casually as she turned her head back to flick her tongue up and down against Jack's hard dick. Her soft hand cupped Jack's ball sac and lightly toyed with his heavy set of testicles as she went back to swallowing his member into her mouth. She smiled when she felt Ian's hands on her hips, she lifted herself up and bent at the waist so she could carry on sucking Jack's dick. She closed her eyes as she felt Ian's hard shaft press against her tight, forbidden hole. With an inch of pressure, Alison gasped aloud as Ian's dick penetrated her ass hole.

"Oh shit! It's so tight!" Ian groaned as he thrust his cock into Alison's ass hole. Alison let Jack's dick fall from her mouth and she let out a long, low groan as she had her ass hole fucked.

"Shit! Lie down!" Alison said, gesturing for Jack to lie down on the floor. He complied and she slowed Ian's thrusts. "Take your dick out big boy." She added, looking over her shoulder at Ian. He made a face but nodded his head and slowly pulled out of her ass hole. Alison looked down at Jack's shaft and smiled, licking her lips she parted her legs and slowly lowered herself down. Using her right hand, she steadied Jack's dick and let it slide between her moist, wet pussy's lips.

"Oh fuck yeah baby... Fuck yeah..." Alison groaned as she had Jack's cock enter her vagina for the first time in the afternoon. Casting a look over her shoulder, she nodded her head, as if giving permission for Ian to enter her tight ass hole. She groaned and leaned forward, starting to rock forward on Jack's cock.

"Oh shit... Shit yeah..." Ian groaned as he held Alison's ass cheeks open as he started to fuck her ass with smooth thrusts. Jack licked his lips as he watched Alison's fantastic tits bounce up and down as she rocked between himself and Ian as they thrust their dicks into her.

"Oh fuck yes... Fuck yes!" Alison repeated, moaning and closing her eyes as she rocked forward with each thrust that Ian delivered to her stunning ass. Jack was moaning into the sky as Alison started to grind her cunt upwards against Jack's thrusting cock. Taking a chance, Ian squeezed Alison's ass with his hands as he pumped his cock in and out of her ass hole.

Alison let out a long groan as she moved her hands off of the floor and planted them on Jack's neatly trimmed chest hair as she was rocked forward at a swift pace due to Ian slammed in and out of her fantastic, gorgeous ass.

"Fuck Alison... Your ass is God damned perfect..." Ian exclaimed as he started to get most of his dick into her tight ass hole as Jack thrust his hips upwards, jerking his cock into her pussy.

Alison groaned aloud and nodded her head, pinching at her nipples as she rode Jack's cock, the inside of her wet snatch started to squeeze on his cock as her gorgeous ass started to smack against Ian's waist.

"Fuck... Can I have a go at that ass?" Jack half asked, half groaned from underneath Alison.

Jack licked his lips and slowly pulled out of Alison's pussy, Ian watched him remove himself. Alison bit on her bottom lip and nodded her head, she cast a look over her shoulder at Ian. They made eye contact and reluctantly, he nodded his head and pulled out of her ass.

"OK baby. Keep lying down." Alison said sweetly, referring to Jack who nodded his head and stayed down where he had been lying. Alison turned around so she was facing away from the young, new sales assistant and bent at the knees and squatted over his shaft, holding it steady she slowly let herself get impaled on his large dick.

"Oh fuck..." Alison groaned as her ass hole was parted by Jack's hard prick. She leant backwards and groaned as Jack eagerly pressed his shaft upwards going deeper inside her.

"Easy baby..." Alison said with a smile as Ian pulled her legs up off of the floor and in one fluid motion had swiftly impaled her with one full strike. Alison was now full of dick again, being DP'ed by two sales assistants in 'The Party Store'

Jack pressed his knob against her hole and slowly pushed himself into her. He groaned over her shoulder as his dick's head slid into her tight ass hole. Alison groaned and moaned as she started to get fucked by Ian's hard cock.

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck me boys!" Alison groaned, gasping for air while licking her full red lips as her tight pussy squeezed on Ian's cock that was thrusting in to her as hard as he could manage.

"Fucking gladly..." Ian groaned, smirking up at Alison as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. Jack looked up at the two as he put his hands on Alison's hips as he starts to thrust his dick upwards deeper into Alison's ass hole.

"Fuck... I can't believe I get to do this!" Jack groaned as he gritted his teeth together as if his life depended on it. Alison half laughed, half moaned as she raised her gorgeous, toned and strong legs up and hooked them around Ian's waist as he ploughed into her soaking wet pussy.

"Ohhhhh fuck yeah!" Alison groaned as she kept rocking her ass to and fro on Jack's upwardly thrusting cock. Ian locked his eyes with Alison as he sped up his thrusts as he drilled her wet cunt. He didn't want to say it out loud but he was close to cumming again, lest he lose face with Jack.

"Oh fucking hell. Yes boys fuck me! Fucking come on!" Alison groaned, almost sensing what Ian was thinking. With her lustful encouragement, Jack and Ian doubled the pace of their thrusts, hammering her tight ass and wet pussy with incredibly strong, deep and swift thrusts.

"Oh fuck me! She's so fucking hot..." Jack groaned as his cock started to throb deep inside Alison's ass hole. Ian nodded as he gritted his teeth with his large shaft beginning to pulsate deep inside Alison's soaking wet cunt.

Alison's breath was short as she moaned through the orgasm while beads of sweat ran down her body, painting lines on her gorgeous frame. Ian shook his head, he was going to cum again but Jack beat him to announcing it vocally.

"Ah fuck man... I'm going to cum!" Jack moaned as Alison joined them in the room again. She looked over her shoulder at Jack and nodded her head, she cast a glance up at Ian and bit on her bottom lip sexily.

"You boys want to give me a facial?" Their reactions made her smile when they pulled out of her holes careful not to hurt her. Alison was grateful and fell onto her knees in front of the boys, she tilted her head back and pushed her chest out as the sales assistants started to stroke their large, throbbing cocks.

As if by magic, the boys nodded their heads and started to stroke their cocks at a quicker pace. Within moments, they both began to cum, showering Alison's gorgeous sweat coated face with their warm, sticky spunk. Going with the flow, Alison opened her mouth and closed her eyes as the warm cum sprayed down onto her face and into some of her mouth as well.

"Fuck man... Fucking... Fuck." Jack grinned, looking down at Alison who smiled a perfect smile and started to scoop up their cum.

"Is there a problem?" Alison asked with a laugh.

"Nope not at all..." Jack grinned as Alison finished up licking their cum up and sucked her fingers clean. "Man, it's going to suck once you go man!"

"You're going?" Alison asked, as she climbed to her feet to look at Ian.

"Yeah, I've got a better job in the city..." Ian started but was put off by Alison smiling. "What is it?"

"Nothing, when are you leaving?"

"End of the month..." Ian replied, unsure of what Alison was getting at. "Why?"

"Nothing! Jeez! I'm going to get changed and buy that dress OK?" Alison turned and walked into the changing room to get dressed again.

Ian frowned lightly as Alison smirked and shut the curtain to change.

"What is it man?" Jack asked as he stepped in front of Ian's view. Suddenly the fact that they were both naked dawned on Ian who made a face and covered up the sight of Jack's junk with his hand.

"Dude! Get dressed! And it's nothing... But... Did Alison seem off to you at the end?"

"With our cum on her face?"

"No, when she heard I was leaving."

"Dude, who cares. We just fucked Alison Brie!" Jack said as he pulled a shirt on.

"Yeah... I must be over thinking it..."

He didn't know that Alison wasn't getting dressed but was in fact sending a mass text message to two women who were... Familiar with the store.
 
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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
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Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Slut, ATM

Leon Reddick had been hired to be the on set masseuse for the new hit movie 'Twilight New Moon'. He had read the books when they were first released and could honestly feel the brain cells dripping from his nose. But. A pay check was indeed a pay check and lately he needed one.

Leon was only twenty one and fresh out of school. Both his parents passed away in a car crash when he was very young, he barely remembered them. It was then that he went to live with his Aunt Cherie. His Aunt took very good care of him and was in fact a masseuse as well. Leon watched his Aunt work with her clients and eventually picked up on most of the tools of the trade. He had gone to a decent enough school for a business degree, but in a world in a recession there were no well paying jobs available.

Aunt Cherie knew several people in Hollywood and had worked with various clients. Leon remembered men in suits coming into their apartment and Aunt Cherie was always ecstatic after they left. Obviously, agents to the stars. Aunt Cherie would then disappear for several weeks, close to months and then come home and always treat Leon to something special.

She had got ill lately, so Leon took over her trade. It started off slowly, doing work with elderly people helping their joints work better, before it got up to hipsters who swore by the latest fad that 'like ohmyGod Barack Obama does like the exact same thing!' Soon, it was business men and then an old friend of Aunt Cherie turned up asking for her help on Twilight.

So here he was, stuck inside a trailer with very little to keep him occupied. He had a curled up copy of the latest US edition of Maxim and UK FHM and his iPod. Unfortunately, as it had been dropped several times the normal Apple mini jukebox was now dying in his hands.

'Wonderful.' Leon cursed mentally. He ran a hand through his short, messy blond hair and stood up. Walking around the trailer, he moved up to the standing mirror and admired his reflection. Leon stood at close to five foot ten, possibly five foot nine without his shoes on. His face was young and refreshed, he was still trying to work off last nights partying and was clean shaven. Leaning in closer, Leon admired his emerald green eyes, apparently he got them from his Mother. Girls had always commented that he had lovely eyes and that usually meant at least oral.

Leon took off his khaki bomber jacket and dumped it over the masseuse table, he straightened out his navy blue shirt and messed around, tucking it in, then out of his stone colored fabric shorts. Sighing heavily, he grabbed his jacket and placed it on the door to the trailer's shirt hook.

Sitting down, the young blond man grabbed the UK FHM and flipped it open. 'Girls of 2010' the front page read and had a front cover of scantily clad pop group 'The Saturdays'. Flipping through the pages, Leon came across Ashley Greene, the same Ashley Greene who was several feet away shooting scenes for the new movie.

'Maybe I could give her a full body work over?' He chuckled to himself as he carried on flipping through, finding an article to read. Funnily enough, most men buy FHM for the almost nude women and jokingly say 'It's for the articles.' Leon actually did read FHM for the articles, the women were a juicy, fleshy, almost naked bonus.

There was a knock on the door, that Leon almost didn't hear. Looking up, he tilted his head to the left. That adds more volume you see. He spoke loudly, loud enough for someone to hear but not loud enough to make him sound like a crazy man shouting.

"Come in!"

It was the director, Chris Weitz, he had accompanied the agent to Aunt Cherie's and the two men were on first name terms. Leon tucked away the FHM, unsure of how the boss would feel about that sort of material on set.

"Hi Leon." Chris said warmly, his face looked drained and almost seemed defeated.

"Hi Chris, what's wrong?" He asked, standing up to shake the director's hand.

"Meyer is on set." Chris said, matching the handshake. Stephanie Meyer, murderer of literature. Scratch that, insanely rich murderer of literature. She was notoriously tough on the set of the first Twilight movie and it looked like she was being just as tough for this movie.

"The fan girls will lap this up anyway. Just give it a 'yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir.' attitude and pretend to take her advice." Leon said with a smile as he offered Chris a seat.

"I know right. Jeez, it's not like this is my first rodeo!" Chris exclaimed. Putting his head in his hands for a brief moment before bringing them up and running them through his short black hair.

"Right. Anyway chief, what can I do for you? Something giving you trouble?" Leon asked, standing up ready to massage the older man.

"No, not for me anyway!" The director said with a smile. "We shot a couple of stunts today, but Kristen landed awkwardly. She's been walking funny all day. We've finished her shots and managed to coax her into coming to see you. Think you can squeeze her in?"

Looking around, Leon smiled. "Sorry man, heaving with work." Punctuating the point, Leon mimed the busy trailer.

"Ah, alright then... You're joking right?" Chris smiled, but then turned serious for the last part.

Nodding his head slowly, the blond haired youngster smiled. "Sure. She's finished right now right? No rush to finish?"

"Nope, can you make sure she'll be fine to shoot tomorrow though? As in won't have to see you again? For a while at least." Chris said with a smile.

"Yeah that'll be fine. She ready now?" Leon asked as he straightened out the table, lying the paper place on the comfy bed.

"Yeah, she's getting changed now, but she'll be over once she's finished. Thanks Leon, can't tell you how much this will help!"

"Don't worry about it buddy! You're paying me to do this. Aunt Cherie needs her apple pie fix!" Leon joked as the two men moved to the trailer door.

Shaking hands, the two men parted. Chris walked out onto the bustling set, before hiding behind a moving piece of scenery, presumably to hide from Meyer. Leon smiled and shut the door.

Jackpot! She'll have to at least take her pants off! Kristen Stewart was a real cutie. She had long brown hair with moderate sized breasts, unfortunately she was playing the role of an idiot. Kristen had a real look of 'I'm a rock and roll chick' about her and wasn't a phony like some out there.

Opposite the large bed, there was a cupboard full up of oils and various tools to help Leon get the job done. Grabbing several bottles, they were all transparent with small paper labels on explaining what was in which bottle. This was a trick Aunt Cherie had put on for his training. He needed to remember which ones were which for the road in case some sort of paper eating monster got past his bags zip. Opened up his smaller bag and then found his bottles and ate them all up. He placed the warm oils on the bed and found a large cream colored towel.

Placing them both on the bed, Leon turned around and tried to keep himself calm as he awaited the film's leading lady.

What felt like hours were more than likely minutes as Leon paced up and down the trailer, waiting for the brunette bombshell. Before he had made himself a neat little trench, there was a knock on the door. A more petite and quieter one than before. He was fairly certain he had heard one though.

"Come in?" There was a question mark behind it as he wasn't sure there was someone there. The acoustics of this trailer are terrible! Leon thought to himself with a smile, as a thin ray of golden sunlight made its way inside.

Kristen Stewart stepped in, with a big smile. She looked exhausted, but was keeping a brave face on. She had on a 'Joan Jett and the Blackhearts' shirt with some short jeans that were cut off at the ankle. She was wearing some stripy socks that ran around her pretty ankles, they were red and had black hoops on, she also had some black converse shoes on that were loose near the top. Sprouting off from her ankles, looking almost like a flower's head.

"Hi Leon?" She asked, stepping in to shake his hand.

"Leon, right. And I already know who you are." Leon said with a smile, warmly shaking her smaller hand.

"Can't imagine how." She said with a grin, closing the door behind her. Blocking off the sunlight and the hustle and bustle of the movie set.

"I swear I've seen you somewhere before... Spiderman?" Leon asked with a smile.

"Almost. I was in Twilight." Kristen said, with a smile.

"Twilight? That some sort of independent movie?" Leon said, continuing their little game.

"Yeah, not many people saw it. Wasn't very popular with teenage girls." Kristen said, licking her lips then cutely biting down on her bottom lip.

"Hmm. May have to check it out." Leon finished with a smile, stealing a quick look, Leon admired Kristen's sweet lips that were coated with a peachy color, making them look good enough to taste...

"Right. So, shall we get started?" Kristen, let her shoulders drop slightly and asked with a smile.

"Sure. Which leg was it again?"

"Ah, well... I haven't really told Chris this... But..." Kristen started to trail off, as she hopped up on the bed.

"But?"

"I'm really hurting all over. I feel soooo sore!" The Twilight starlet said, accentuating the 'Oh' part of so.

"Alright. Do you want me to work all over?" The young masseuse Leon asked, leaning back, against the wall of the trailer. Crossing his arms, he looked her up and down, working out where he could work.

"If it's not too much trouble?" She asked, crossing her legs, then uncrossing them casually.

"No problem, I haven't got any other appointment's yet." Leon said, using his shoulders to push himself off of the wall. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them, generating a small amount of warmth. This always worked well with the application of oils and salves.

"OK. Do you want to hop up and lie down on the table. I just need to have a feel." Leon took a breath and realized how dirty that sounded. "I, uh, mean, uh..."

"I know what you mean. Dirty boy!" She said with a smirk, she hopped up onto the bed and lay down on her front. Her sweet face fell into the hole at the head of the bed and she took hold of the side of the bed.

"Do I need to take anything off?" Kristen asked, as Leon walked around to the head of the bed.

"Not yet. Your clothes look light enough for me to feel through. You will need to once I start to go to work though." He answered as he placed his hands on the tip of Kristen's back. Even with clothes on, her skin felt so smooth to his touch. It was a nice change to Mrs Fox down the hall to Aunt Cherie.

'With a bit of luck she'll have fur or something grotesque to stop me from getting hard.' He thought to himself as he gently traced his outstretched hands down her back, stopping just before her ass.

"Ah." Leon said, having found something. Pressing down lightly on the small of her back, Kristen groaned at the touch.

"There we go. That's one." He said with a smile. Tracing his fingers up her back again, there was another knot near the top of her back.

"And there too? It feels quite tense." Leon commented, Kristen let out an affirmative grunt to the young blonde's comment.

"Alright, do you want me to start on your top half or carry on to your legs and give you a full body?" The masseuse asked, walking back to her hips.

"Well, we can do the bottom after the top if that's alright?" The brunette asked, lifting her head ever so slightly so she could form a sentence.

"Sure, umm... If you could take off your shirt and bra? There's a counter near the table for your clothes." It pained him to do so, but he took hold of Kristen's hand and helped her up. He then turned away and let Kristen undress in privacy.

"Alright, all done." Kristen said, with a cheery tone.

"Great." Leon said, turning round he took hold of the smaller clear bottle and poured the gel into his hands. "This stuff's quite warm Miss Stewart." Leon warned as she took her place, lying on the table with her now bare back facing him. Damn. No fur or horrible scarring. Why did this always happen to him? He thought to himself as he rubbed the gel into his hands.

"Fine. Oh, please call me Kristen, Miss Stewart is my Mom." The young woman said with what sounded like a smirk.

"Cool. Alright, here we go." He commented as he rubbed the gel into his hands and started to apply the warm substance. Making small talk, Leon was lectured on how the conventions and fan meet and greets were treacherous times. Eventually the two youngsters started to talk about sex and relationships. This wasn't particularly uncommon as the ladies he typically helped out always used to talk about their love affairs with Lincoln, much to Leon's chagrin.

"So, are you single?" Kristen asked him as he worked on her top.

"Yeah I am. I had a couple of on again, off agains in College but nothing yet." Leon said, not really expressing an emotion as he needed to get his rocks off.

"Ah, well we have something in common; I've been single now for about two months. Jesus I really need a guy! Wait... does that sound slutty?" Kristen asked as he worked over her.

Leon's shaft had started to stiffen in his jeans. Mercifully, his shorts helped provide resistance and cover as he moved down to the lower knot.

"Not at all, we all need a release. Sometimes a partner is just what you need. I thought you were dating Robert... Pattermore?" Leon asked, fluffing the lead star/mega hunk Edward Cullen's real name.

"Pattinson. But no, I think that was something to do with Twi-Hards wanting to see it come to life."

"Ah, well... Huh, not really sure what to say to that." Leon said with a smile, pressing down and lightly rubbing the bottom part of her body. Making sure to relieve all the tension, Leon stopped for a moment as he felt Kristen's hand brush past his groin ever so slightly.

"Something wrong cutie?" Kristen asked, lifting her head up from the bed. Looking over her shoulder at Leon with a grin.

"Ah... No... Should we carry on?" He asked, the blood, mercifully traveling up to his face to flush his cheeks.

"Sure." Kristen said with a grin, before placing her head back in the hole with her hands gripping the side again.

"So..." Leon started, but Kristen finished the sentence for him.

"Favorite position?" She was definitely smirking now as Leon continued to work.

"Uhh... I suppose cow girl... But, a boring bit of missionary as well." Leon admitted, the young man's face wasn't as red now as the blood traveled back to his groin. Making Leon's shaft stiffen, his flimsy shorts were starting to provide a fine piece of camping equipment. (Author's Note: A tent ladies and gentlemen, a tent.)

"Missionary is cool. Especially if you get more than one person... Or toys. I love being fucked and then getting a dildo or vibrator in my mouth. Feels just like the real thing!" Kristen declared again. The words hit Leon like a sledgehammer, he had just met this young lady and she was already opening up on her wildest and moments of sexual nature. If his dick could've stiffened any more it would have.

"... What about you Kristen?" Leon said, as he started to think about those lovely dames getting laid with Honest Abe.

"Where to start... Doggy style, missionary, reverse missionary, sixty nine, cow girl, reverse cow girl... You name it, I'll do it or try it!" Kristen said, as the two were deep in the conversation about their sexual desires. Kristen spoke up again, relating to the job at hand.

"Can you do my top again?" Kristen asked. Leon took a moment to comply as her realized that his dick would be right in front of her face.

"Sure..." The blonde said, moving up to the top of the table, Leon took his time, taking deep breaths to make sure that she may not see it.

Fat chance.

Placing his hands on her top again, Kristen let out a low husky groan as the young man rubbed his hands all over her young, nubile body. Letting out another growl of anticipation, Kristen moved her hands up from the bed and onto his hips.

"Relax sweet thing. Just relax." She said, her hands then slowly made their way down from his hips to the front of his shorts. Tugging at the flimsy draw string, the shorts soon became loose and were around his ankles.

"Oh... I'll just get them." Playing oblivious and hoping she would just give up, he started to grab the shorts.

"Don't you fucking dare." Kristen said, her voice got more aggressive with the curse word.

There wasn't much to protect Leon's shaft from Kristen's hungry gaze. He continued to work on her shoulders as her hands ran around his waist, her fingers tracing the elastic waist band of his grey, woven boxer shorts. His dick was straining with the blood running around inside it, obviously ready to break out.

"Step a little closer please." Kristen asked sweetly, her voice was calmer now as Leon was hitting the right spots. Leon complied and took some steps towards the table. His cock dangerously closer to her face now.

"Perfect." She said, smiling from ear to ear. She pushed her head closer to his cock, now inches away, she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue against the fabric covered organ. Tracing from the bottom to the tip, Leon groaned as electricity shot through him.

"Relax, keep working on me." Kristen said as she tugged at the fabric, making them drop to the floor. Leon's eight inch shaft was now free in the air, with Kristen's hungry eyes drinking in the sight. Kristen stuck out her tongue and started licking at the dick, it started with soft, petite licks. Running from the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the tip, Kristen traced the under vein with her tongue.

Kristen held his hips close to her face as she started to deliver oral sex. Running her tongue up and down his shaft, the brunette smiled and planted a kiss on the tip of his dick's head. Opening her mouth, she then enveloped the large organ in her small, cute mouth and swallowed several inches of it.

Getting close to five inches in her mouth, she moved her right hand around to his big ball sac. Kristen made a cupping motion with her hand and lightly weighed his large balls. Slowly pulling her lips off of his shaft, Kristen kissed the tip of his shaft and flicked her tongue along his piss slit.

"Look like these bad boys are full of spunk for me." She said with a smile, she lightly pecked each ball with a quick kiss as she continued to jerk him off under the desk.

"Is that all for me?" She asked, as Leon continued to massage her back.

"If... *Heavy sigh* If you want it to be." The blonde man answered as he felt her back become stress free. "I think that's it for your top..." Leon said, taking his hands off of her top.

Kristen sighed heavily and nodded. "Well, I think we're having too much fun just now."

She then took his shaft back in her sweet, sexy mouth. His dick's head was what she was now focusing on. Wrapping her lips tightly around the bulbous part, Kristen got a lot of spit on the dick. She then made sure to lick it all up with her tongue making the recipient groan with appreciation. Kristen let the member slide into her mouth, getting up to the five, then six inch mark. Her tongue was running all around the shaft, making sure to cover every part of it.

The Twilight starlet went for it all. She pushed her head deeper into the bed and managed to fit the full shaft inside her warm, wet mouth. Kristen moaned with the big dick inside her mouth, muffling the noise. Leon placed his hands on her head and traced his fingers through her soft, brown hair. The young star held her mouth down at the bottom of his shaft before lightly flicking her tongue against his large sac.

Kristen then dragged her warm, sexy tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to the tip. When she took her mouth off his member, she lightly jerked him off as she spoke.

"Do you mind if we change position? This is hurting my neck."

Breathing heavily, Leon answered.

"Sure... Where do you want me?"

Kristen giggled and tugged at his hips, motioning where she wanted him. He moved to the side of the bed, so that she could climb on her side. She propped herself up on one elbow, her moderate 32 sized breasts were exposed as she started to suck on Leon's large shaft.

She looked up at him as she carried on covering his shaft with her warm, wet mouth. He moved his hand down to her breasts and cupped the soft, spongy flesh, palming the flesh in his hand. Kristen moaned as he paid attention to her lovely tits, her nipples had hardened and were poking at the inside of his hands.

Kristen was obviously a pro, as he could feel his shaft start to bubble with anticipation. She dragged her mouth up his long shaft, and pulled her mouth off, she started jerking his member. With one extra tug, several droplets of pre cum squeezed out of his piss slit.

"Oh, look at that. All for me..." Kristen said with a wicked grin, opening her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his dick's head and lightly sucked on the flesh, her tongue flickered over his piss slit drinking up the pre cum. Kristen moaned at the taste as she drank up the clear, runny liquid, the Twilight star carried on pumping his shaft as she started to bob up and down , covering more and more of his shaft.

"If you cum now, are you going to be able to fuck me?" Kristen asked, her soft lips came off of his shaft. She wrapped her tiny hands around his dick and lightly pumped up and down on his member.

"Yeah... Yeah I can." Leon said, sighing happily.

"Awesome." She took her peach covered lips and swallowed his member once more. Working double time, she started to throw her lips up and down on his shaft fucking her own face with the blonde masseuse's shaft. Taking his hands off of her breasts, Leon took hold of Kristen's head, tangling his fingers up in her brown hair.

He started to grunt and groan as his dick started to bubble with the impending orgasm.

"Kristen, I'm going to cum..." Leon warned her as she continued to suck harder and harder on his shaft.

She simply moaned as she dropped up and down on his shaft. Letting out a loud grunt, Leon came shooting thick wad after thick wad into her waiting mouth. She took hold of his hips and kept him closer to her mouth so that each strand fell into her mouth and down into her waiting belly.

She slowly pulled her lips off of his shaft, letting some spit and remains of cum run out of her mouth and down her chin. She quickly scooped it up and gobbled it back down.

"Well... That was nice." Leon spluttered as her pretty emerald green eyes looked up at him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. Well, how do you want to fuck me?" Kristen said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Well, if you're leg is still bothering you... We'll need to keep some weight off of it. Do you want to lie on your back and I'll fuck you standing up?" He asked, running his hands down her body, lightly placing them on her ass cheeks.

"Great!" She said with a spunky smile, Kristen pulled herself up off of the bed and hopped onto her feet to take off her shorts. Leon grinned and got down on his knees, unbuttoning her jeans, he slowly dragged the denim down her soft, sexy legs.

Once the denim hit the floor, Leon hooked the flimsy material that was her panties and dragged them down her legs as well. Kristen had a freshly waxed pussy which made the blonde young man smile. The sweet smell of her pussy filled the room, prompting him to take a quick lick. Shivers shot through her body as he tasted her pussy. Standing up, Leon ran his left hand down her toned belly and over her pussy lips, making the brunette shiver with anticipation.

He ran his fingers across her pussy's lips making her moan with pleasure. Wrapping his arm around Kristen's waist, he tugged her closer to him and they shared a deep, passionate kiss. Kristen wrapped her arms around his neck, as their mouths opened and their tongues started to wrestle with each other.

He was using his fingers like an expert, lightly parting her lower lips and pushing one finger inside making the brunette moan with pleasure. Breaking the kiss, Leon moved down onto her neck and nuzzled at the bare flesh, making Kristen moan and tilt her head back, her eyes shut with the pleasure washing over her.

He slowly pushed the young star back, until her ass bumped against the table. Kristen came back to a very groggy reality, looking down at the table, she then looked up at him and smiled. In a quick movement, Leon gripped Kristen's ass and hoisted her onto the table.

She looked over her shoulder and pulled herself back a little further with the edge of the table. Taking her left leg in his arms, Leon grabbed hold of his shaft and guided it towards her waiting cunt. She was moaning with anticipation as he pushed his dick's head into her folds.

The Twilight star moaned with pleasure, her eyes shut tight as her lady lips swallowed more and more of his dick. Eventually, the entire shaft was buried inside her and Leon started to fuck her. Keeping her leg close against his still shirt clad chest, he took hold of her hips and started to pull her back towards his invading member, increasing the drive force.

Kristen had her eyes shut tightly as Leon was fucking her. Kristen groaned again, as Leon started to increase his pace. He had started off with slow, steady, deliberate strokes so that she could adapt to his member but now that she was full with him he had started to go at a regular pace, not taking his dick out of her cunt fully, but only leaving a few inches in.

Almost on instinct, Kristen had hooked her free leg around his waist to keep him from going anywhere. Not that he wanted to of course. Kristen was breathing heavily and was muttering under her breath.

Leon brought his hands up from her waist and leg and started to playfully knead her breasts, which made Kristen moan at the touch. Leaning over the table a bit more, Leon was towering over the petite brunette who was still groaning with the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Taking one of the mounds of flesh in his hands, Leon held it up to his mouth and lightly kissed the tip. His mouth enveloping the nipple and his lips making contact with the areolas. Kristen groaned with pleasure as he took hold of her other breasts and rolled it around in his hand.

Kristen put her right hand on his head, tracing her fingers through his hair. She had kept her head up and was watching him fuck her hard. Her eyes were burning with lust as he sucked her tit, looking up at her, their green eyes both reflecting in each other.

With her left hand, Kristen started to palm her own breast before moving it down to frantically frig her clit. Kristen sighed and closed her eyes as Leon's balls were slapping against her ass. She looked up at him and smiled, guiding his head closer.

Regretfully, he let go of her tit and moved closer to the star. Kristen and Leon kissed again, their mouths opening and their tongues started to playfully bash against each other, tracing the inside of the others mouth. The young woman moaned into his mouth as they kissed, wrapping both of her arms around his head she kept him close to her.

Kristen gasped with pleasure as her own orgasm started to build. She had been blessed with the ability to orgasm seemingly one after the other, provided she had the right lover and Leon was starting to fit the bill perfectly. Breaking the kiss, Kristen held him closely as he continued to thrust sharply inside the Twilight starlet.

Both of their hot breathing was music to the others ears as the trailer started to smell like sex. The only noise was the steady 'slap-slap-slap' of Leon's balls against her ass with Kristen moaning with each thrust. Her orgasm was verging nearer and nearer as she started to moan more frequently and in a higher tone.

"Leon... I'm going to..." Kristen started, as he simply grunted his acknowledgment.

Carrying on like a machine, Leon mercilessly pumped away inside her. Having came earlier he was nowhere near the need to cum just yet and could probably manage for a bit longer. He brought his own hand down and started to frantically rub her clit making sure to keep her writhing with pleasure.

"Shit, you've got a great pussy." Leon complimented her as he continued to fuck her at a rapid pace.

Kristen's eyes were screwed shut as she moaned with each thrust Leon took inside her. Kristen's mouth was hanging open, catching all the flies as Aunt Cherie would say, she was taking in deep, heavy breaths as her orgasm built up and up.

Kristen started to moan louder as she started to cum. Much to her male suitor's surprise, Kristen Stewart was a screamer. Wrapping every possible appendage around Leon, she threw her head back and let out an almighty scream as her pussy tightened and came.

In the middle of her orgasm, Leon broke past Kristen's legs defenses and flipped her onto her side. Kristen almost had time to look up and see what he was doing but Leon had already thrust his member deep inside her cunt again. He held her leg up and stepped over her other one, giving him a better position for her pussy. Kristen held the edge of the table as he started thrusting viciously into her hot, nubile and tight body. His hands started to squeeze and massage her left thigh.

"How's the cramp?" he asked, smiling as Kristen started to cum again.

"Do it... Do it a little harder!" Kristen said with a wide grin, her eyes still screwed shut tight. He was quite surprised that she had been able to form a sentence as she was cumming again so quickly.

Her body rocked from his fierce, animalistic pumping, making her shake as he started pumping deeply into her with short, swift, hard strokes. Her tits bounced as they fucked. Kristen brought a hand up to play with her own chest while keeping the other one gripping the table firmly. Leon couldn't believe it but he still hadn't caught a grasp of her ass. It wasn't exactly a great outstanding ass, but still, they're fun to squeeze.

"You... Ugh! You like asses?" Kristen asked as she played with her tits. He grunted an affirmative noise as he pumped into her like a savage.

"Maybe after you finish me off, you could sample that booty?" Kristen asked with a wicked smile, biting on her bottom lip as he fucked her.

"Mmm... Oh that sound's like a good idea!" Leon said. She was about to say something in retaliation when she merely trailed off as her body gave a quick spasm. Her hips jerked upwards from the table as she came again. Her wet juices ran down past her hip and onto the table, making a damp spot on the cream towel. Kristen let out another series of high pitched screams as she came again. She came down, struggling to breathe as he continued to fuck her, slower now but still powerfully pumping inside her. After several more strokes, he slowed down and pulled from her pussy. His cock bobbed around in the cool air, he lowered her leg and rolled her onto her back, letting her rest on the table.

"Got a cramp anymore?" Leon asked with a cheeky smirk as he slid up closer to the table. Kristen giggled and stuck her tongue out at him, playfully taunting him. Kristen rolled over onto her belly and then pushed herself down from the table so she was standing.

Throwing her brown hair to one side, she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "So, you want to have a piece of this?"

Leon nodded his head and took a step forward, gripping his dick in his hand he parted her luscious ass cheeks. Pressing his dick against her rosebud, Leon checked to see if there was any reaction to the slight intrusion. She seemed to be fine with it, so Leon pressed on. With a slight show of force, Leon pushed forward letting his dick invade her ass hole.

Kristen gasped and yelped in pain as four out of his eight inches slid inside her. Leon looked at the brunette who had her eyes screwed shut and had gritted her teeth.

"Do you want me to lube up?" Leon asked, worry in his voice.

"No." She snapped.

"Keep going."

Leon did as he was told and continued to push inside her. He was close to five, then six inches inside her and was starting to get enough room to fuck her. Leaning over her shoulder, Leon took hold of Kristen's left hand and held it tightly, while he took his right hand and started to play with her tits. Kristen moaned and looked over her shoulder, seeing Leon's face inches away, the two fornicators shared another kiss. Their lips smacked against each others as their tongues wrestled for supremacy.

Kristen's hand was now squeezing Leon's tightly as she started to push her ass back against him, making sure he got all eight inches inside her. With some perseverance, his shaft was all the way inside her forbidden hole. Leon pulled his hips back and then slammed his way back into here nowhere near as savagely as he had been with her pussy. Taking another few strokes, he felt Kristen's ass start to constrict around his member, he looked at Kristen who was simply smiling as he pounded away.

"Ugh... Ugh... A... Ugh... Little... Ugh... Trick..." Kristen said, her voice being broken by the invading shaft in her butt.

"Kegel exercises?" He asked, as he carried on fucking her. His strokes started to speed up, as he was getting into the rhythm of fucking her ass.

"Ugh... Yeah... Ugh... How'd you know?" Kristen answered, sweat dripping off of each of their bodies as they pounded away.

"Everyone knows... Feels great by the way!" Leon answered, he could feel the cum in his balls start to build up. Leon took hold of Kristen's hips and started to fuck her ass as quickly as he could.

"Going to cum?" She asked as he started to grunt with each thrust.

"Yeah." Leon grunted as he thrust into her. "Can I come in your ass?"

"Yeah. Give me that cum!" Kristen said with a wicked grin.

Leon's thrusts were getting quicker and quicker as he started to get closer and closer to the edge. He started to cum, gripping hold of Kristen's hips, shooting wad after wad of thick cum into her ass. Leon shot several loads inside her ass before giving up with an evidently empty gun.

Leon collapsed on to the floor behind her, exhausted. Kristen looked around and smiled, getting down on her knees, she took his dick in her hands and started to take care of his cock. Lightly jerking his shaft, Kristen sucked on his head, ignoring the taste of her own ass, Kristen got all of the excess cum that oozed from his shaft. Flicking her tongue over the piss slit, she made sure she covered all of his shaft.

Leon wiped away the sweat from his forehead and looked down at the brunette sucking his cock.

"You don't seem as tense as before y'know?" He said with a grin, as Kristen looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth. Taking a few more quick sucks, Kristen took the dick out of his mouth and pumped his shaft lightly.

"Yeah... I had someone help me out." She said with a wink.

"I'm going to tell Ash about this. She was feeling the exact same way. We tried going girl on girl but didn't quite get the same results. You think you could manage her?" Kristen asked, her voice sickly sweet as she kissed his neck.

"Somehow... I just may..." Leon answered as they shared another kiss.

There was a knock at the door, breaking the tender moment.

"Shit." Leon cursed under his breath, Kristen looked up and him and quickly hopped onto the bed. Pulling the towel up over her ass, Leon grabbed his shorts and tightened them around his waist.

Leon opened the door and saw Chris standing there again.

"Leon. You okay buddy? You look as red as anything!" Chris exclaimed, Leon smiled and stepped outside pulling the door shut ever so slightly.

"Fine, it's just really hot in there." He said with a smile, alluding to the sex acts inside the trailer.

"Oh. Well, we need you to work on some of the guys next if that's OK?" He asked the young blonde who simply nodded.

"Sure, I'm almost done with Kristen as it is. Send them in once you're ready." The two men shook hands and parted ways. Inside the trailer, Leon saw Kristen leafing through the opened UK FHM.

"I see you like Ashley any way." She said with a grin.

"... Well."

"I won't tell anyone. But I will send her over. I'm going to go now. See you 'round lover boy!" Kristen said with a happy grin, she jumped up ever so slightly and kissed Leon on the lips again. They kissed for a few more seconds and then broke. Kristen then brought up her panties, still soaked from earlier.

"Something to remember me by." She then stuffed them deep inside his pocket, squeezing his member as she went.

"Alright. See you next time I need some stress relief!"

And with that she was gone. The sunlight pierced the caravan as Leon went about airing the room. While Chris only had a fleeting sniff, other clients would definitely pick up on the sweet smell of sex. He had cracked open a few windows when his cell phone went.

"Hello? ... Auntie Cherie hi!"
 
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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
« Reply #5 on: April 03, 2019, 06:37:55 AM »
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Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal

Tim Sales walked through the hallway of one of the more famous tennis clubs in Los Angeles. There weren't any celebrities in today, just a few of the one percent the news kept squawking about. As it was such a small club, there wasn't much need for to many members of staff. Tim was one of the lucky ones; he had been here when it had been a tennis club for all walks of life. Black, white, Asian, hell even kids were welcome in here but that changed when Fred McTavish, an overweight Scottish executive took over. Buying out the old owner, he used his connections with the Hollywood social scene to turn the place into a gold mine.

Tim didn't feel too bad though, the previous owner was a nice man who had looked after his money and when the place was bought out, the old manager had been able to move to Florida with his wife and presumably was going to live out the rest of his days there.

He got to reception and took off the girl currently running it, Janice, for her fifteen-minute break. Taking a quick peek through the check-in book, he saw no names of interest and that just added to the monotony of the job. Essentially, he was the manager of this place all the paper work and responsibility but without the pay grade. He was responsible for making sure everything was locked and wouldn't be broken into over night. So that meant he would have to go through each changing room, down each hall way into the equipment cupboard and make sure that was double pad-locked too.

Standing up, Tim looked at the wall behind him. The whole place had a nineteen seventies horror movie hotel look about it. The walls were split in two near the middle, the bottom half was wood paneling while the top half was wallpaper. He remembered the summer he had spent getting it done for Mister McTavish. He had said that it would be cheaper if someone who was already employed did it. That job, like all the other shitty ones fell to Tim who received no extra pay for it.

On the wall, there was a large glass cabinet with all of the trophies and various newspaper clippings about the club. Tim had been a pretty good tennis player in his youth and had actually won one of the championships in his youth. His picture had been moved to the back, behind one of the photos of McTavish looking at the camera with a big, dumb grin on his face. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out his set of keys and opened the cabinet. Taking one quick look, he then swapped the two pictures around so that he was at the front and his overweight boss was at the back.

Satisfied with his actions, he then sat down at the desk and waited out the clock. A lot of times it was like this, he would take someone off for his or her breaks and then there would be nothing to do. It was like this however, even with the club being one of the more well known venues in Los Angeles.

He looked down at his notes when the front doors opened. Looking up, Tim recognized the customer immediately. It was Blake Lively, famous for Gossip Girl and The Green Lantern, she had also been in some Disney movie that was out of his demographic. She had on a blue sundress that flowed freely in the cool breeze. An expensive pair of 'Ray-bans' that came off as soon as she was inside the front hall covered her eyes.

"Hi!" She said warmly, setting her gym bag down on the floor in front of her. "Blake Lively, four fifteen."

"Hello Miss Lively, how are you today?"

"Stressed!" She said with a smile. "Those damned cameras have been following me all day!"

"I'm sorry to hear that Miss Lively..." Tim started but Blake's hand came up to stop him from saying any more.

"Please, call me Blake."

"... OK. I'm sorry to hear that... Blake..." There was a slight pause as Tim remembered to use the first name of the customer. "I see you've booked yourself in for a training session, I'm sorry to say this but our resident trainer Philip was been taken ill this morning. Someone should have called to let you know this."

"Oh yeah, they did. I just need to work off some stress; can I use one of the machines?"

"Yes, that will be absolutely fine. Is this your first time visiting the club?" He asked, wondering if she needed to be shown around the venue.

"No, I've been here before thank you." She picked up her gym bag and made her way down the hallway to the left of him. She cast a sideways glance at Tim and then something caught her eye in the cabinet.

"Is that you?" She asked, pointing a finger at the photo of the younger man.

"It was, well it still is... It's me when I was younger." He blushed as he caught himself up, Blake's eyes roved over his body before meeting his.

"You're in really good shape and you played in a competition. Could you play with me?" The dirtiness of that particular phrase wasn't lost on her as she smiled sexily, his cheeks flushed with red again before he caught himself.

"As much as I'd love to Miss Lively..."

Blake's right hand came up to his chest to stop him from speaking any more.

"Blake... Continue." She said, tracing her finger from his chest down his muscular right arm.

"As much as I'd love to... Blake... I can't. I have to run this place."

That made the blonde actress pout sexily. "Awww poopies."

Just as Tim was about to respond, Janice came back to the desk. Smiling to herself, it seemed like she had caught them in the act. Blake leant past Tim and looked at her.

"Is he your boss?" She asked, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Tim.

Janice looked at Tim, smiled and nodded her head. "He is, yes Miss."

"He a good boss?" Blake retorted.

"Masterful." Janice said again, her smile getting wider as the two young ladies exchanged a volley of words.

"Masterful eh?" Blake looked back at Tim with a huge grin on her face. "Mind if I relieve you of this tyrant for a moment then?"

Janice put her hands up as if she didn't mind it. Blake smiled and beckoned him with a crooked finger, she walked down the hallway and Tim followed like an obedient puppy. Not before shooting a look at Janice who smiled back at her with a thumb up to his direction.

"Well big boy, why can't you send her home and play some tennis with me?"

"We have lots more clients waiting... And! And we shut at six."

"You shut at six?" Blake said, stopping in the hallway and looking at him.

"If I came back at six could you teach me a lesson or two?" Grinning up at him, Tim struggled to find a reason not to.

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"Great!" She hugged the taller man excitedly.

'She must really love tennis.' Tim suggested to himself. As he awkwardly half-hugged her back, she let go of the hug and then bent at an angle to look at his nametag. His eyes looked down to where she was and he could see all the way down her top! She had on a white sports bra that kept her decently sized breasts in place.

"Thanks Tim!" She said with a huge grin and then kissed him on the left cheek. He watched her go as she made her way into the women's changing rooms. As he walked away, he heard Janice wolf-whistle at him. Smiling, he paid no attention and moved on to doing his usual routine. All the while, thinking about his singles match with Blake Lively a little later on in the evening.

He walked past the courts a little after their meeting and could see her batting against the ball launchers. He noted that she actually had a pretty good average number of hits, but he wondered whether she was using a lower setting that she was used to. Shaking the thought away, he carried on about his day. When he passed the window again, about an hour later she wasn't there any more.

'Must've gone home.' He mused to himself as he walked on.

Customers came and went, and when quarter to five came, he started to get a bit more nervous. The customers nearly always used cards so there wasn't any change to be counted or put in a safe. So, he let Janice out and telephoned Mister McTavish's office in New York. There were a few rings and his long-suffering assistant, Alex answered the phone.

"Mister McTavish's office."

"Hi Alex, it's Tim."

"Hi Tim, how are things?"

"Great thanks," Tim paused for breath and carried on. "I'm keeping the club open for a little later than usual tonight. We've got a celebrity who wants some private lessons with me!"

"You're kidding!? Who?" Alex asked, his curiosity piqued by this revelation.

"Blake Lively."

There was a sharp inhalation of air on the other side of the phone, Alex seemed to be cursing and showing a sign on amazement all at the same time. "Just how did you manage that?"

"What can I say? I've got all the right moves." He laughed down the phone when he saw another car pull up to the lot outside of the club. "That's her now, can you let the boss man know?"

"Sure can buddy. By the way, if she needs a massage you give me a call! Not practicing or anything but I'd give it a shot!" Chuckling away, both men hung up their phones, Tim tucked his away in his pocket. Looking through the glass door, Tim saw Blake get out of her car wearing the same outfit as before. She looked up the steps and waved at him, he matched her wave and unlocked the door.

Blake jogged up the steps and smiled warmly at him as they stepped inside. "Hi Tim." She said with a smile as he locked the doors behind them.

"Hi Blake, all ready for your lesson then?" She smiled at him and bit her bottom lip.

"Actually, I think I'd rather have a one on one session with you."

"I'm sorry?" He asked, not sure if he'd mis-heard her.

"A match. I think I'm ready for a match, if you're good to go then so am I." She beamed proudly as they walked down the hallway to the dressing rooms.

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"Not a hard one... Well maybe you can get harder as the night goes on but I'd like it to start off slow and steady... You know what I mean?" She asked with a grin from ear to ear.

"Yes, I know what you mean." Tim replied with an equally big grin on his face. "Let's get changed and see where the evening takes us, yeah?"

Blake smiled and winked at him, before walking into the women's changing rooms to get ready. He grinned inanely to himself before stepping into the men's changing rooms, he always kept a spare uniform at the venue just in case he wanted to blow off some steam after work. Unzipping the bag, Tim grabbed his white uniform and changed into a polo shirt and some white shorts. Slipping on some socks and shoes and made his way out to the court.

There were three courts designed for games between people, and at the far, right and far left of each court there were two smaller pens with machines in them. There were several times when Tim had been called out onto the court because the machines had been 'faulty or defective' turns out all the people who used them were trying to show off their tennis skills to business partners or whatever. The courts were covered by high fences that traced around the courts. They were close to six feet above the metal grating, but the wooden paneling of the fences moved all the way down to the bottom of the court.

Unlocking the middle court, he pulled the chain that wrapped around the door's handle and through one of the metal gaps in the linked fence. Tossing the metal chain over his shoulder, Tim opened the door wide and then fed the chain through the chain link fence and fastened the padlock in place keeping the door open.

Pulling the chain that hung around his neck out of his shirt, Tim walked over to the equipment cabinet near the side of the court. Leafing through the available rackets, he found one he liked and removed it from the cabinet. Unzipping the bag and put it in the cabinet, making some feint moves with the racket he seemed satisfied with the choice.

He heard the door go and Blake joined him on the court. Turning to see her, he was stunned. She had on a similar outfit to Tim's, but instead of shorts, she had on a short skirt. She also had on some sports socks, the ones that don't go all the way up but would hook around the ankle. Each of her wrists had on sweatbands and she had a sweatband in her hair, keeping the hair out of her eyes. She had a racket in her right hand and a green ball in her left.

"You're in shorts? Very nice! You look just as cut as you do wearing that stuffy uniform!" She commented, looking him up and down with a sly smile on her face.

"Yeah, well I figured a big shot like you probably plays a good game and besides even with the sun as hot as it is, I don't want dehydration to come into it." He said half-jokingly, half-serious, as he wasn't exactly sure about her skills.

"Like that's going to happen! I think after tonight you're going to make me yours. In tennis that is." She added, her sexy tongue slid out ever so slightly as she spoke.

Tim couldn't help but smile and think of something else. An erection would be painfully obvious especially in those shorts and misplaced shot could spell a hospital trip for him.

"Ready to go down then?" She asked, a big grin on her face. Again with the innuendos, that made Tim smile.

"I think it's going to be you going down... But you're welcome to try." He grinned and motioned for her to step into the court.

She grinned and flicked her long blonde hair backwards. "Should I serve?"

"By all means." Tim said with a smile, waving his racket in the direction of the open court. Tim held back and let Blake walk in first, an action she seemed to appreciate.

"Such a gentleman." She complemented him as he smiled and subsequently shrugged at the action. Blake walked past the fence in the middle of the court and took the side opposite him. She bounced the ball once, twice, three times and caught it on the fourth bounce.

"Ready?" She asked, Tim nodded, gripped his racquet and spread his legs, half-bending over in a ready position. She grinned and matched his stance, bounced the ball once more and sent it over the court to him.

Being a semi-pro, Tim had no trouble reaching it and sent it back to her. The game continued like that for a few volleys until Blake started to lose the drive Tim had.

"Losing the will to compete Blake?" He asked, a smile on his face as he smacked the ball back. It bounced out of bounds and scored a point for him. "One-Luv to me."

Blake smirked and gave him the finger. He protested with a cheeky smile on his face. A couple more volleys and Tim was starting to get better and better. Eventually he beat her completely with Blake not managing to score any points.

"So, how was that?" He asked, as she sighed heavily and took a sip out of her sports bottle.

"Rough, but fun." She said with a smile, holding the cold bottle to her head. Then, she grinned and moved over to the other side of the court.

"You want to go again?" He asked, not sure if he understood her intentions.

"I want to go all night long." She said with a wicked smile before adding. "If you can keep up."

"Oh, I can believe me. Unless you want me to show you?" He asked, making it a question to continue their sexual word game.

"Oh, I'd like you to show me. Show me all night Tim." She grinned before tossing the ball to him.

She started to get better but was still nowhere near Tim's level. As the game continued, Blake started to get into it by moaning with each smack of the racquet. The moans started off as guttural but moved up to more high pitched squeals each one turning Tim on.

"Trying... Ugh... To turn... Ugh... Me on?" Tim asked, in between smacks of the racquet.

"Uh! Why? Uh! Would... Uh! You... Say that?" She asked, her eyes shining with smutty intent.

"Ugh... No reason..." He replied, a smile on his face.

As the game progressed, Tim and Blake exchanged trash talk however, Blake's got more and more thinly veiled innuendos. Tim couldn't help but smile as they played tennis.

"So, what are you doing after this?" Tim asked, sending the ball back to her.

"Don't know, may go get a drink... You want to come with me?" She asked, flicking an eyebrow up as she looked up at him.

"I'd love to, but what about your boyfriend. Leo DiCaprio?" He asked, not really wanting to get his ass kicked by a Hollywood star.

"Oh, we broke up."

"I'm sorry." Tim said, not sure what else to say.

"Don't be," She said with a smile, "I get to hang out with cute guys like you now."

Tim smiled and caught the ball she sent at him. There were a couple of more volleys before Tim trounced her again, Blake got hold of the ball and bounced it one more time before catching it.

"Hey, I think maybe we should stop now. I'm getting kind of tired now." Blake said, surprising him slightly. "Can I get a shower here?"

"Yeah, that's no problem." Tim said with a smile. "This wasn't too much was it?" He asked, slightly concerned at the fact that he may have put her off with his smutty talk.

"No, it was fine. I'm just kind of tired."

Tim nodded OK, and grabbed his racquet and walked out of the court. Locking it after him, he then moved over to the equipment cabinet and locked it up. Taking a sip of his water, Tim walked into the changing room and heard the shower was still going.

'That's weird, I'm the only one here.' He thought to himself. Looking around, he found nothing useful to defend himself with, just in case there was some sort of degenerate in there. Inch by inch, he moved his way along the tiled floor of the changing room. Taking one deep breath, Tim jumped into the changing room shower and found Blake there washing herself. Naked.

She looked over her shoulder and saw him standing there. "Oh! Hey!"

Ducking her head under the jet of warm water, she flicked her hair back and spun round to face him. Her moderately sized breasts were soaking wet and her nipples had hardened in the act. Leaning her head forward, she stepped out of the stream so she was closer to the stunned tennis club worker.

"Uh? Hi? Earth to Tim!" She said jokingly, waving her hands in front of his face.

He nodded, not quite processing it all. He looked her body up and down, her pubic hair had been trimmed in a small thin patch just above her pussy. The wet blonde hair clung to her body as if it was some sort of frightened animal.

"Blake... You're naked..." He mumbled, finally catching eye contact with her.

She grinned and nodded her head. "Well, yeah. I'd get my outfit wet if I showered with my clothes on right?" Turning away from him, she then bent over at the waist and picked up her sponge. For the slightest moment, Tim could see her pink pussy's lips, waiting to be fucked. She then took hold of a shampoo bottle she had brought with her, squirted the liquid onto the sponge, and rubbed the soapy suds against her firm body.

"Were the women's showers broken?" He asked, his seven-inch cock straining against his shorts now painfully obvious to Blake who smiled at his erection.

"No, I just prefer the company in here." She added with a sexy wink. Turning away from him, she held the sponge in the air and looked over her shoulder at him. "Do my back?"

Jumping at the chance, Tim ripped his shirt almost clean off his body and his shorts were off almost as quickly as his shirt had been. His veiny member bobbed freely in the air as he kicked his shoes off his feet and the socks soon joined them. Stepping into the jet of warm water with Blake Lively hadn't exactly been on his list of things to do today but she was right at the top of that list.

Taking the sponge from her waiting hand, she smiled warmly as his cock brushed up against her right ass cheek. He put the fabric up against her soft skin and slowly started to brush the sponge against her back. She purred slowly and sexily at the touch as he rubbed the piece of cleaning apparatus against her back.

She stuck her chest out ever so slightly as he moved down to the small of her back. He watched with genuine curiosity as the soapy suds ran down her perfect body from where he had been washing down to her bottom end. They ran over her ample ass and onto her athletic thighs.

"Have you showered today?" She asked him, looking over her shoulder and seeing his black locks get wet under the stream of water. When he shook his head no, she smiled and faced the front again. "I'll have to clean you up then."

She took a step back and her body pushed up against his. Taking advantage of his temporary lack of movement, she took the sponge from his hand and moved it down to her ass. Lathering up each cheek, she then put the sponge back in his hand and pushed her ass against his cock. Trapping his organ between the two fleshy cheeks, she started to slide them up and down his pole, essentially washing his cock with her ass.

Snapping back into reality after that amazing turn of events, Blake took hold of Tim's hands and put them on the front of her body. He wrapped one arm across her waist to keep her steady and the other one drifted over to her breasts. Cautiously, he started to rub the sponge across her left tit, catching the nipple as he went. When she moaned, he stopped unsure of what the moan signified.

"Ohhhh is good Tim. Keep going baby." She said with a smile, her hands reaching behind her to run through his black hair.

Tim nodded and continued, moving over to her right tit he repeated the motion. Rubbing against her nipple, Blake let out the same moan much to the young man's pleasure. Blake suddenly stopped grinding against his shaft and removed his hands from her body.

Turning around to face him, she looked into his ocean blue eyes and pulled him into a kiss. Their tongues slipped into each other's mouths and tasted the others for the first time. His large tongue playfully batted against hers as her arms wrapped around his neck and his held onto her waist. Breaking the kiss, their eyes slowly opened and she smiled up at him.

"I'm really glad I came back for... Lessons."

"Me too..." He said with a grin, her right hand ran down his torso, tracing a finger over his cut abs. She seemed rather impressed with them as she made a point to trace each individual curve of his skin. Eventually though, her hand fell down to his large cock and balls. She wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few quick tugs.

"Maybe I should wash this for you? It seems only fair..." She said, smiling up at him. His eyes were struggling to stay open, they would flicker with every pump that her hand made. "I'll take that as a yes." She said with a grin, leaning up, she kissed him on his cheek and dropped to her knees in front of him.

Blake took hold of the shower's head and quickly splashed Tim's knob with the warm jet of water, cleaning off and soap she had applied to it. She put her left hand on his stomach to steady herself and held onto his large balls with her right hand. Casually rolling them around in her hand, she smiled as she looked the prick up and down. She opened her mouth and took the head of his prick inside her warm, wet mouth for the first time.

Gasping at the contact, Tim's head fell back and looked to the sky as he put his hands behind him and steadied himself with the wall of the shower. Blake closed her lips around his shaft and started to slowly drag her sealed lips up and down the meaty pole. Her tongue unashamedly bashed against the hard flesh in her mouth as she slid her lips up and down his cock. She was only taking in a few inches of his dick, the head and a couple more inches after that. Removing her hands from his body, Blake ran her hands over the back of his thighs.

Admiring his hard body, her hands soon traveled to the back of his body and up to his toned ass. As she cupped his ass cheeks, she pushed herself a little further on his cock keeping her tongue in place and dragging it along with her sealed lips. She moaned casually as she sucked his cock, she put on her best puppy dog eyes and looked up at him. When they made eye contact, he moaned again at the look she was giving him. She smiled and throatily groaned around his member, making him groan in turn.

Making a few more bobs up and down his shaft, Blake slowly pulled herself off of his prick but kept her face where it was. The saliva covered organ bobbed up and down in the air, smacking her in the face several times. He watched her own spit decorate her face and groaned at the erotic action in front of him.

Using her left hand, she pushed his cock up against his stomach and gave the underside of his dick a broad stroke with her tongue. Tracing the vein that ran underneath his organ, when she reached the tip of his dick she casually flicked her tongue over the piss slit making him shudder at the action.

Jerking his cock with her left hand, Blake moved closer to her new found lover's groin and took his left ball in her mouth. She would make irregular jerking patterns with her hand while sucking on the testicle. The blonde haired actress sucked on his sac and flicked her tongue against the skin making him groan. With each pump of his dick, her right hand had been squeezing his ass cheek. Swapping over to the right ball, her hand jerking him off was making more slow but sensual pumps. Whenever she reached the bottom of his shaft, she would lightly squeeze the member not enough to hurt him but enough to make him groan in pleasure.

Her tongue was doing all the work on his right ball, smacking against it with careless abandon. She grew weary of working on his nuts and removed her lips from it, taking hold of his shaft, she steadied it and started to suck it again. Taking more in her mouth now because of her previous lubrication with her own spit and the warm jet of water from the shower. She had taken in close to five of his seven inches and she could tell he was getting ready to blow soon. A small trail of precum emerged from his dick's head which her tongue lapped up greedily.

Taking his hands from the wall, she placed them on her head and made a few passing pumps with his hands to indicate that she wanted her face fucked. He looked down at her, caution on his face but she smiled and nodded as best she could with his dick in her mouth. He in turn nodded and ran her hands through her wet golden hair and started to pump into her mouth.

Blake moaned at the action he was taking as his cock stabbed at the back of her throat. She had closed her eyes and was letting him have his way with her. Soon, he had built up a rhythm and had managed to get all seven inches inside her mouth. She felt his balls slap against her chin as he got more and more intense with each thrust. His dick twitched in her mouth and he shot his load. The first burst caught her off guard but she regained her composure and let the rest of the load catch inside her mouth. With three or four more spurts he was done, his dick slipped out of her mouth and he rested against the wall.

The young Hollywood starlet stood up and moved closer to him. Pressing her young body up against his toned body, she looked up and smiled wickedly. Taking hold of his head, she pulled him down closer to him and she opened her mouth. Inside, he could see his entire load that he had just shot. Blake then swallowed his load in one big gulp. His semi erect penis jerked at the erotic action, she smiled and flicked her slick, wet golden hair back.

"One luv to me then?" She asked, batting her eyelids at the hunk in front of her.

"Yeah, I think so. See how you do with this volley though." Tim replied with a grin, reaching down he hoisted the blonde-haired woman up by her thighs and span her around. Pinning her against the cold tiled wall, he held her steady as she shrieked at the contact of her skin against the tiles. Her legs soon linked together and rested just above his ass as he kissed her neck. It was Blake's turn to moan to the sky as he kissed all the right spots. Soon, almost as if on impulse, her hips were grinding against his like the young man was fucking her.

Kissing down her body to the valley of her breasts, Tim altered from sucking the right nipple to the left, all the while kissing from side to side. Keeping her pinned against the wall, Tim reached down to his groin and gave it a quick tug. Feeling it was hard again and ready to go, he aimed it at her pussy and pushed it in. Blake let out a squeal of pleasure as her most sensitive and intimate lips were pushed apart by his hard cock.

Blake took Tim's head in her hands and pulled his head up to look at her. She leant in and planted another kiss on the young man's lips as his dick moved in and out of her. Her hands were on his face, stroking at the soft, yet toned skin of the young man fucking her. Their tongues batted against each others as Blake tried to get the upper hand and dominance of the fleshy organs.

With one arm wrapped around the sultry star of Gossip Girl, his free hand moved up to Blake's breasts and he started to paw at the flesh. Lightly squeezing her mammary and tugging on her nipple, she moaned into his mouth whenever he touched her skin. Blake's hips were writhing at his every touch as he pushed her against the wall a little harder.

She gasped at the contact as more of her exposed skin made contact with the cool tiled surface. Taking Blake's hands off his face, Tim pushed them up against the white wall and grunted heavily as he continued to drill her as hard as he could. Changing positions of his hands again, he put them up against the wall on either side of the lovely young starlet's head to steady himself.

Blake hugged him tighter, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs hooked around his waist and squeezed tighter as she started to grind her hips against his invading member. Her clit was rubbing against the invading prick and her speech pattern was becoming a charade of the earlier with her voice becoming a higher and higher squeal of energy. Her mouth was open and she was sucking in a lot of air, struggling to find a good balance between moaning like a whore and screaming the house down with the upcoming orgasm that was tickling her entire body.

Gasping, Blake's eyes shot open, her limbs squeezed at the young man fucking her and her body went rigid as she came on Tim's prick. He smiled and continued to fuck her as she writhed around bathing in the after glow of the tasty orgasm. As the internal explosion of the orgasm settled in her stomach, Tim put her down on her feet and withdrew from her. She was about to raise her concerns when he moved her around and stood behind her.

She nodded and got with the program quickly. Putting her hands on the wall in front of her, she wiped away some sweat and ran her hands through her hair. The jet of warm water from the shower still running, neither of them had thought to turn it off and it was providing a nice cooling supply of water for the two fuck partners occupying the shower stall.

Blake bit down on her bottom lip as Tim rubbed his dick against her wet lips for a brief pause before slipping it inside her again. Blake let out a low guttural moan as he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her in place. Bending at the waist, Tim put his hand on top of Blake's right hand and locked his fingers between hers as they kissed again.

Their mouths opened and kissed again messily, all care and order had broken down when Blake orgasmed. Tim's thrusts were getting more and more desperate as he buried his entire shaft inside the hot, tight and wet pussy of Blake Lively. One of her hands trailed down to where he was fucking her and she started to rub her now hard clit.

His eyelids fluttered as he felt his dick start to shake due to being buried balls deep in Blake Lively. Kissing her cheek and down to her neck, he panted as he started to get more erratic with his thrusts.

"Blake... I'm going to cum soon." He admitted as she nodded and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Want to fuck my ass until you cum?" His eyes went wide at the prospect of fucking her ass. Anal was a treat for him with most normal women but here was a movie star offering it to him. He nodded and slowly pulled his shaft out of her wet pussy. They both shared a mutual groan of pleasure as his soaking wet dick, slick with her juices lightly slapped against her pussy's lip.

Blake smiled and put her head against the wall and spread her ass cheeks ready for him to attack it.

Tim pushed his dicks head against Blake's more forbidden hole. Looking up at her, he saw no signs of resistance as his dick's head pushed up against her ass hole. He took her by the hips and pushed forward.

Blake grimaced and bit down on her bottom lip as two of his seven inches invaded her ass.

"Gimmie... Just give me a minute." Blake said, her head falling down low as she adjusted to the anal intrusion. Tim nodded and waited patiently as the blonde movie star in front of him bit her bottom lip and looked over her shoulder at him. Giving a simple nod, he matched it and pushed into her ass a little further. He was now well past the half way mark and Blake let out a little moan to accompany it.

Reaching under her waist, the dark haired young man rubbed at her pussy. Slipping his right index finger into her wet folds, his thumb brushed against her clit slowly. She moaned lowly, yet sexily as his fingers explored her insides. As he slipped his fingers in again, he pushed inwards towards her managing to get another couple of inches inside her. Six out of his seven inches were buried inside her now and he seemed more than content with it.

Brushing her hair back, he asked her slowly.

"Is this OK?"

She looked over her shoulder at him, bit down on her lip and nodded. He returned the nod and slowly pulled out of her asshole so that a few inches were left inside her. Pushing in again, he groaned alongside her as her sphincter clamped down on his invading cock.

Blake leant back and opened her mouth, trying to kiss him again. He leant forward and applied his lips to hers, their tongues slid into each others mouths and batted against the others. The sound of skin on skin and the two young people embraced in a passionate clinch filled the room. Blake's moans were rising and rising as Tim paid careful attention to his thrusting, he didn't want to hurt her, but he did want to get off. He doubled his finger fucking and was paying extra attention to her rock hard clit.

Blake's moans became a squeal and her back arched, breaking away from their kiss. She then exploded all over his hand, her juices leaked over his fingers as her head fell down low. She was panting from the sexual climax and was now grunting with each thrust into her asshole. When he lifted his hand up from underneath her, she grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled it towards her. Flicking her tongue over the tips of his fingers, Blake was making sure she got every bit of her juices up.

Closing his eyes in sheer disbelief, his hips slapped against her ass one last time and he blew his load inside her. He buried himself as deep inside her as he could and let rip with a torrent of sperm built up since the blowjob earlier in the evening. Satisfied, he slowly withdrew from her ass and sat on the floor to catch his breath. Her ass cheeks slowly went back to the way they were as some of his cum dribbled out of her asshole.

Reaching behind herself, she scooped up some of the cum and sucked on it like it was going dry. She looked down at Tim and smiled, getting onto her knees as well, she straddled his hips and shrieked when he playfully wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her down into a lying down position. His head rested against the cold tiled floor as he caught his breath. Her head lay on his chest, also sucking in wind as their heart beats returned to normal.

His left hand came up and he ran his fingers through her hair, she looked up and smiled. Planting a soft kiss on his chest, she went back to lying on him. There was a brief pause before he broke the silence.

"I guess... That makes it one-one?"

She looked up at his grinning face and nodded her head.

"I guess so. I may have to bring a partner next time... Do some mixed doubles? But, you're so good you could probably take us both on at once... In tennis that is."

"You... You are unbelievable you know that?" He said with a grin.

She climbed up his body and kissed him on the lips, a brief bit of tongue before she sat up next to him.

"Yes, yes I do. Do you want to go again or should we call it a night?"

Sighing heavily, he sat up.

"I think we should probably call it a night. I need to be up for seven tomorrow... You're welcome to come back for... Practice..." He added, not wanting to sound desperate but not wanting to sound too eager either.

"Oh believe me I'll be coming back. I need that rematch with you." With that, she climbed up and walked into the jet of the warm water of the shower. Washing off the sweat and cum on her fingers, she then made her way out of the shower block and into the women's changing rooms.

Tim climbed to his feet and took a quick shower as well. When they were both done, they made their way out to the front where he locked up. They walked down the path to their cars and chatted about nonsense, when they reached the lot she leant up and kissed him on the cheek. Slipping him a piece of paper, he unfolded it and looked as she drove off.

It was a note with her phone number and her autograph. 'If you're ever in New York... Call me! Blake, xoxo.'

Grinning to himself, he folded up the paper neatly and got into his own car.

He definitely would do that.
 
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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
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Blake Murphy sighed and flipped the sign that hung in the window of the bar to 'Closed' before turning the key in the lock. Having been one of the few sports bars in Los Angeles that was showing the play off game between the Vancouver Canucks and the L.A Kings, Blake had been busy all night long and being the only staff member on board had meant the poor bastard had been run off of his feet.

Running a hand through his messy jet black hair, the young man surveyed the scene in front of him. There was the odd chair on the floor here, beer pooling around the bottom of a table there and just the occasional ripped packet of chips strewn over the booths. Not really knowing where to begin, Blake turned the TV from the local weather channel back to the stored content on his Playstation 4 and found today's game.

Contrary to what the multiple frat guys had suggested, the green eyed man hadn't had chance to watch the game nor had the chance to even keep up with the score. The scowls and the 'Ah come on!'s from the crowd suggested that it wasn't a good result and his home team probably didn't come out on top. He had a good forty five minutes of banter between the anchors before the game started so he had a chance to take the money out of the register and lock it away in the safe. It was a tedious routine that normally took all of thirty minutes to do but it also meant that he would be able to tidy in peace.

Shutting the door to the office behind him, Blake signed off from the bar watch, a radio link from all the bars in the local area, organized by the local police force, and then switched off the lights to the inside of the bar, hoping the darkness would deter any possible drinkers.

The cashing up process was fairly mundane and dealt with in a perfectly orderly manner letting Blake get down just in time for the talking heads analyzing the upcoming game. Flicking the lights of the bar back on, Blake armed himself with a bottle of sanitizer and a cloth and went about cleaning up the stains on the most prominent tables.

Giving the first table a few squirts, Blake started to scrub at the wooden surface looking to remove some of the more stubborn spots on the table. Cloth in hand, the young bartender cursed the day that his co-workers had called in sick and left him to his own devices. Rubbing at the spot, Blake smiled triumphantly as the dirt was removed but that sense of elation was quickly replaced by one of misery as he looked over at the rest of the table.

Still, one down. Ten to go.

The black-haired man became a whirlwind of cleanliness as he moved from one spot to another, scrubbing at the tables and lifting the chairs upside down to sit on top of the tables. Moving to the front door, Blake grabbed a hold of one of the brushes that sat hidden behind the coat rack and started to sweep at the entrance. It was a little after midnight and there were still signs of the LA nightlife from where he was standing.

Tugging the broom out from its usual resting place, Blake was somewhat distracted by a royal blue Rav-4 that seemed to be stalking the place. It must have driven past the small sports bar at least a couple of times now. Shaking off the thought that someone could be watching him, Blake started to brush away the pretzel crumbs and chip packets that had fallen down during his sweep of the tables.

Collecting it in one of the chrome dustbins, he gave it a good rattle before tucking it under his arm and unlocking the front door. Walking out, Blake kicked the door shut behind him and walked down towards the side of the bar where the dumpster was. Emptying the bin, Blake carried it back, loosely gripping it by the handle as he did so. He pushed the door open and then locked it behind him as he placed the brush and bin back where they belonged. Grabbing the controller for his console, Blake resumed playback of the recorded game.

Surveying the bar, Blake only really had to mop up the floor and then clean the bar. Looking at the floor, he thought he may be able to get away with just doing the entrance and behind the bar. Plus, if the manager knew he was here by himself she would have told him to just go home. The neat freak and part of Blake that wanted to work in a clean environment couldn't let that happen though.

The mopping could wait, the bar still reeked of spilt beer and an awkward mix of cologne and aftershave from the mostly male patrons that night. As he lifted the side entrance to the bar up, he heard a knock at the front door and he could see the faint silhouette of a person there.

Rolling his eyes, Blake moved back to go and tell them to scram when he was actually somewhat floored by what he saw. Having been a fan of prime time TV before he got this job and then being one of the many people that had seen The Avengers, Blake recognized Cobie Smulders instantly. Swallowing his nerves, he walked up to the door.

"We're shut!" He called through the door as Cobie nodded her head and stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets.

"Yeah the closed sign let me know that! I just want to watch that game!" She said, accentuating it by pointing at one of the screen graphics that indicated that it was about to show the game. Blake looked over his shoulder, sighed softly and then nodded his head. He really shouldn't be doing this, it was against the rules of employment for him and the actual establishment but it was also against the rules for him to be here by himself and yet here he was.

Turning back to face the door, Blake walked over and unlocked the door, pulling it open so Cobie could cross the threshold and come inside the bar. She smiled at him and shrugged off her coat, hanging it on one of the hooks near to the front door.

"Thanks for doing this, I know you must be breaking like a million of your rules here." Cobie said, turning to face Blake as she stuffed her hands into her pockets and awkwardly looked down at the floor before looking back up at him. Unsure of what he could actually do other than shrug his shoulders and laugh it off, Blake gestured for Cobie to walk into the bar. Cobie smiled and made her way past the booths and over towards where the handsome bartender was gesturing. Grabbing the controller, he paused the game and shook his head.

"Honestly, it's okay. I get free reign of this place when I've been understaffed so long as it's clean by the time it's opened up tomorrow." Blake admitted, walking past where Cobie was standing and slipping behind the bar. He lifted the hinged, oak part of the bar and walked towards the list of bottles on the back. Looking over his shoulder, he lifted one of the not-so-full bottles of vodka and gestured to her. "Care to share?"

"Oh... I really shouldn't..."

"This stuff isn't that strong. Most of it's gone too, between the two of us we should have it finished by the end of the first period."

He could see Cobie judging the bottle and then, she smiled and relented. Nodding her head, she tugged her flowery blouse a little bit, showing off some of her creamy cleavage before looking over at Thomas and then up at the screen.

"I'm Cobie by the way." She added, leaning forward and extending a hand for him to shake.

"Oh I know! I loved The Avengers." Blake said with a grin, taking Cobie by the hand and kissing the ridge of her knuckles. She blushed and bit down on her bottom lip, looking up at the screen and then behind her. Her hand fell away from Blake's grasp and she quickly stuffed them into her denim skirt. "If you want to take a seat at one of the tables, I'll be over once I'm done here." Blake added, not wanting to add to the embarrassment of the superstar. He definitely shouldn't have kissed her. The Canadian film star looked super hot today. Wearing a skirt that was complemented by a dark set of black silky looking stockings that were partly on show due to the long boots she was wearing. Her upper body had a flowery blouse and she also had a light knitted shawl that she had curled around her neck, though sneaking a peek at her from the corner of his eye, he could see she had stripped that off of her body and laid it on the clean part of the alcove.

Blake lifted a set of nuts away from the set of boards that were hanging at various positions around the bar and laid them on one of the circular boards. Sitting two glasses down on the tray, Blake added the bottle of cheap vodka to it and then lifted it up off of the bar, doing his best impression of a competent waiter and moving to where Cobie was sitting. She looked up at him, smiled and scooted up, offering him some sitting room. Gratefully, he sat down and the pressed the play button on his PS4 controller, the sound of the game filling the room.

"You know, you never told me your name."

"I didn't? Oh jeez, I'm sorry! I'm so used to being called bartender, I've never... No, in fact I don't think any of my regulars even know my name!"

"Wow... They really don't treat their bar staff right down here do they?"

"I guess not. Pays the bills though, my name's Blake." The black haired, fair skinned bartender said, offering Cobie his hand for her to shake which she did do dutifully. Sliding a hand through her long brown hair, Cobie looked up at the screen and then over to Blake.

"Nice to meet you. So, who are you pulling for?"

"Are you kidding me? LA Kings all the way!"

Cobie made a very exaggerated roll of her eyes when Blake revealed his team. Blake, to his credit, took it all in his stride and shrugged his shoulders.

"When you get a three game winning streak it's difficult to not agree with them."

"Oh I see! It's just a case of games you've won that makes you a fan?"

"That and my array of jerseys I have back at my place!"

"Shame you didn't bring those down here. I think they would have been better at mopping up the beer."

"Ouch! Agent Hill bringing the burns!" Blake replied with a grin, settling into the chair as he looked up at the screen as his big green eyes watched as the puck dropped down and the game was off. Reaching forward, Blake twisted at the plastic drip plug that was wedged into the neck of the bottle, the whiff of the strong alcohol hit the two instantly.

"You're just lucky I didn't bring Romanoff down here to deal with you. She's very capable in bars." Filling both of the glasses to the halfway mark, Blake and Cobie clinked their glasses together and settled in to watching the game. The sound from the screen had been muted so the two only inhabitants of the bar were able to talk freely among each other, trading verbal barbs just as freely as they were willing to freely take what was left of the collection of nuts and pretzel snack packets that Blake had freed up from the board.

Popping a handful of the nuts into the palm of his right hand, Blake knocked them back with a swallowing motion. The handsome bartender accented it with swallowing the rest of his vodka. Clearing his throat from the burn of the vodka, he reached over and topped up his glass, studying Cobie who was popping pretzels into her mouth at random intervals. Grinning at just how unlikely the whole situation was, Blake almost didn't spot Cobie reaching down towards the table. Lifting her small tumbler off of the glass, she flashed him an award winning grin and shook the glass from side to side to signal that she wanted a refill.

"Get to it barkeep."

"You keep talking like that and I may just want a tip!"

Cobie was quiet for a moment, looking at him as he topped up the glass. "Well... I can think of a couple of ways to tip you."

That actually left the bartender stumped. He always had drunk sorority girls who would try to hit on him to get some free drinks, there would always be the occasional MILF who would be nursing a glass of wine in the afternoon after their kids had been picked up but none of those came close to the sort of sex appeal that was just oozing out of the sensual celebrity.

"I bet you can."

Blake and Cobie's banter died down as the sexual tension, or at least what Blake thought was sexual tension, started to bubble between the two. As the game progressed, the balance started to fall more in Cobie's favour and as the game progressed, Cobie became more and more insufferable for the young bartender.

Having polished off the small bowl of pretzels and nuts, Blake watched as Cobie took the liberty, lifted the bottle of vodka up and topped up her glass. She lifted it up and inspected it before tilting the glass back and throwing the alcohol into her mouth. It must have hit her with a bite as she winced at the flavor before putting her glass back down on the table.

Her big brown eyes roamed over to look at Blake and then up to the screen as the second third was about to begin. Her team had a fine chance of winning right now and the dull ache between her legs just wasn't going away. Her nails drummed against the side of her glass as she spoke again.

"How about we put stakes on this?"

Blake raised one of his eyebrows as he looked over at her, nursing his own glass softly.

"Stakes?"

"Yeah! Next goal scored the other person has to take off an item of clothing. Say Brown scores, I strip and say McCan scores, you strip?"

Blake looked over at the brunette and then up at the screen. The scores remained in the top left of the screen and seemed to jump out at the handsome bartender as if it was a bright, flashing neon sign. Tilting his head to the left and then to the right, he sighed and then nodded his head.

"Okay... Okay. You're on. Next period?"

"Next period." Cobie confirmed, beaming at the confirmation of the game. The buzzer rang and the new game was on, settling in a lot more rigidly now that they both had stakes on it and almost within moments of the first buzzer, Blake let out a defeated sigh.

"Your shirt." Cobie said with a grin, watching as Blake looked over his shoulder at her, smirked and shook his head.

"My shirt? When did we decide that you'd be the one deciding what I would be taking off too?"

Cobie flashed him a wide grin, looked him up and down and then shrugged her shoulders.

"You don't exactly have that much else to take off?"

It was Blake's turn to smile. Reaching down, he kicked off his shoes and then took a seat right next to Cobie, a smug grin on his face.

"Oh come on! That does not count!" Cobie protested, folding her arms over her chest while playfully pouting towards the black haired bartender.

"Do you not wear shoes? They totally count."

Before the Canadian had a chance to retort, the goal buzzer rang out and much to Blake's pleasure there was a goal from the Kings meaning that the Canucks were now tied.

"Okay... Okay! A deal's a deal!" Cobie said, standing up as the replay showed off the slap shot that had equalled the game. Grabbing hold of the shawl she had around her neck, the Canadian tossed it to the side, leaving her still in her skirt, shirt, stockings and boots. Blake meanwhile, was still in his jeans, shirt and socks. By his memory of the evening, it was far more likely that Blake would be naked much quicker than the female in the bar. Folding his arms, the man really started to hope that he had misheard the throngs of people who suggested that the Kings lost that match.

He could see Cobie flashing him the occasional glance and she seemed to have a constant smile just on the corner of her lips. She really was enjoying the threat of seeing him without his clothes on! Before he had a chance to dwell on it any further, she cried out in disbelief.

"You've got to be freakin' kidding me!" She called out, slapping her hands on the table as the buzzer rang for the second time that signalled yet another score for the Kings. That meant that Blake was winning! Maybe... Maybe he really could see Cobie without any clothes on!

Slipping out of the booth, Cobie took hold of the bottom of the shirt and slipped it up over her chest and then dumping it on top of the shawl that she had previously discarded. Blake did his best not to leer at her as she slipped back into the booth next to him. Her bra was a fairly standard black one but on further inspection, or as close as he could manage, Blake could see that the block lace had actually got just the hint of a mesh window that teased the hint of her nipples. Not staring at it any more, Blake's mind started to wander. Would those nipples start to harden as the game went on?

Focusing on the game, he squinted his eyes when the Canucks made some substitutes. Maybe this was it? He fidgeted in his seat as the game progressed. Apparently, his unease was noticed by Cobie who simply giggled before filling up her glass of booze.

"Nervous?"

"I heard a lot of noise tonight. Not so sure stripping down was a good idea." He admitted, turning to look at her and doing his best not to look down at the valley of her breasts.

"Well... With a body likes yours, you have nothing to be worried about." Cobie offered with a shrug, lifting her arms up and involuntarily letting her breasts rise and fall, the bouncing hypnotising the handsome bartender. Blake made sure to focus back on the screen before speaking again.

"Thanks."

"No problem. How do you stay in shape? I'm guessing it's not exactly a case of Road House over here?" She asked, looking around the the very nice bar. It sat on the outside of Los Angeles near to the suburbs so Blake would more often than not see either college kids or the slightly older clientèle. Sure, there would be the odd chump who thought that they could handle Blake or his boss, Greg, but they were all treated the same.

"Ah, I play tennis whenever I'm not here pulling drinks. Keeps me in shape and makes sure my guns are ready to go when needed." He said with a grin, flashing her a flex of his muscles, the hint of a deltoid starting to bulge for Cobie to lay her hand on. Playing with him, she let out an impressed whistle and nodded her head before squeezing it gently.

"Wow... I wonder if it's too late to cast YOU as Captain America." She grinned, taking her hand away from his arm and grabbing hold of her drink, throwing it back with a lightning quick movement. Wiping against her mouth with the back of her hand, Cobie topped up her glass and looked up at the screen, a flash of a smile creeping across her face as she saw and heard the buzzer fill the screen. Sighing, Blake nodded his head and stood up. Stripping his own shirt off, he tossed it towards the corner, managing to make it land on top of the broom with a unique type of ease.

Cobie gasped out softly at the sight, her finger coming over to brush against the scar he had along his side.

"What happened here?"

"That's a really old scar. Got it when I was a kid dirt biking. No my mom's never forgiven herself either." He laughed, suddenly feeling rather self conscious at the fact that Cobie was touching him. She took her finger away from his mark, smiled up at him and went back to working on the remnants of the nuts and bits of pretzels.

The game's second period came to a close and the atmosphere between the two had changed. Cobie fidgeted in place, her legs rubbing together as the ads played.

"How about a game?" Blake said, trying to make Cobie feel at ease with him.

"A game?" Cobie asked, raising an eyebrow while looking over at the bartender.

"Yeah! A game! Have you ever played 'I have never'?"

"I haven't!" She laughed, the silliness of what she had just said making her giggle. "I sorta know the rules though?"

"So, here's how we play," Blake said, letting Cobie out of it. "I'll say something like 'I have never worn a bra.' Obviously, you have so you would take a drink."

"And I could say I have never rooted for a shitty NHL team and you would have to take a drink?" Cobie said with a grin, her feet now becoming more active and teasing Blake's own feet.

"I wouldn't use that example but yes, you get the picture." Blake said with a grin. "Okay, I'll start." Blake thought for a moment before speaking again. "I have never been on TV."

Cobie took a drink, her stint on How I Met Your Mother was a testament for that. It was now Cobie's turn. She took a drink before speaking again.

"I have never invited a girl into my bar after hours." When Blake didn't drink, she raised an eyebrow. "Uh? Hello? You invited me in!" She said, trying to get some clarification from the man.

"All right, all right... I would have filed you as a cute girl but fine, I'll take a drink."

As Cobie blushed at the comment, Blake took another mouthful of his own set of vodka, topping it up with a tilt of the now, near empty, bottle of vodka. "I have never been in the same room as Samuel L Jackson."

Cobie sighed, took another drink and finished off the bottle. "We're out of booze. No, don't get up. I've got an idea." Cobie said, stopping Blake in his tracks as he tried to get another bottle. "I have never... Worn a bra." She grinned and finished off his drink, pushing the glass to the side.

Blake was now somewhat confused by this but the man continued. "Uh... I have never been in a movie?"

"I have never done this before." Cobie then stood up and while keeping her actions hidden to the bartender. A few moments passed as she wriggled seemingly on spot and then managed to strip herself down, freeing herself of her panties and dumping them on the bar table in front of the now floored bartender. He looked over at the black panties, they were a similar style to her bra and he didn't mind in the slightest. She flashed him a grin before she continued to speak. "I have never done THIS before either." Then, she pounced on him. Slipping around the table and landing on Blake's lap, Cobie hooked her arms around the back of his neck and pushed her lips against his.

Blake groaned in pleasure as her hips started to rub against his, her hips rocking backwards and forwards as she deepened their kiss. Cobie's mouth opened and her tongue slipped into his mouth, finding his tongue and wrapping around it to suck on it as his hands reached up and squeezed her rear firmly through the clothing of the skirt. Cobie's hands ran over from his neck and down to his chest, pushing him against the soft cushioning of the bar's booth even more as she slowly rolled herself backwards and forwards, grinding her now bare pussy against the denim of his jeans.

"God, it's been so long since I've got fucked!" Cobie panted in Blake's ear, her tongue running against his ear lobe as her hips continued to grind against his lap. Blake's hands continued to grope and squeeze at her rear, this time however he'd run his hands down towards the bottom of her skirt and up towards her now bare ass. "That's right Blake, play with my ass. You like it baby?" She asked again, her teeth tugging at his earlobe as she slowed her grinding down just a moment.

Blake let out a growl of pleasure, digging his fingers into her ass before taking a chance and smacking it. Cobie let out a shriek of pleasure and threw her head backwards, her hands linking behind the back of his neck again to steady herself as she forced her chest forward with an arching of her back. Blake's right hand cupped her tits while his left continued to massage her ass. The hand holding her tit squeezed it firmly making the Canadian cry out in a husky tone.

"Play with my tits! Fuck yes! Play with them!" Cobie cried out, her hips rolling around in circles as she let out another silent moan. Looking down at him, Cobie stood up, her legs spread as she reached between her legs to unzip his pants. Managing to tug the zipper down, Cobie's hands were inside of his pants and his rock hard cock was already up extending towards the ceiling of the bar. Stroking the base of it, Cobie used her other hand to stroke against Blake's face before sinking her soaking wet folds down onto the prick that was waiting for her.

"Oh fuck!" Blake cried out, his hand grasping her tit again as she sank all the way down to the bottom. The feeling of Cobie Smulders, yeah THAT Cobie Smulders, sinking all the way down to the bottom of his prick made the bartender cry out in pleasure. His hands came up and groped both of her tits at once, squeezing them through the fabric of her bra as her hips raised up and then dropped down with enough force that it would have made the Black Widow proud. The sound of her moaning and her skin hitting his denim pants started to mix together in an erotic symphony.

Cobie threw her head back and started to bounce harder and faster, Blake's eyes were focusing on her chest as it jumped up and down in his hands while he groped her. Letting go of his neck, Cobie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, her body rocking up and down as she was hammering herself up and down on him. The bra slipped down her arms as best as it could do before she slowly replaced her arms on his body one at a time. With her tits now free, she continued to ride him at a break neck speed which only seemed to be getting faster as the hard session they were having together progressed.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Cobie repeated as her pussy hugged his length tightly while she bounced herself up and down on his lap. As the Canadian rode the handsome bartender, she realised just how sordid the whole ordeal was. Here she was, a famous actress, just randomly fucking a guy in the bar all because she'd had some booze. Normally, she'd be upset at herself but every time that big dick stabbed inside of her, her body would twitch, she'd cry out and forget all about it.

Blake gritted his teeth as his eyes focused on her bouncing chest. He could already feel a familiar burning in his groin and he just knew what was coming. He wanted to fight the feeling but he knew it would be a waste of time. He was going to cum and he was going to cum soon as well. He tried to warn Cobie but all of the words he was trying to say to her simply came out as grunts and groans of pleasure. Looking up at her face, her eyes were screwed shut and she was crying out in pleasure with every rise and fall. He really shouldn't have had so much booze! Grunting, his hands kneaded against her ass as he pushed his face into her chest and he climaxed almost instantly inside of her.

Cobie cried out in pleasure, a mini orgasm taking hold of her as Blake came deep inside of her. With every post-orgasm twitch his dick delivered, she felt a similar tremor rock through her core as well. Her hips slapped down one last time and she rolled them in circles while she panted for him, her hands ran against his shoulder blades as she felt her breasts be kissed by the bartender. Cobie's head fell forward and she cast a lick against his earlobe before nibbling against it.

"I hope that's not all you have for me mister bartender?"

"Not... Not if I can help it." Blake admitted, watching as Cobie slowly pushed herself up off of the bartender and slipped down to her knees between his legs. Curling her hand around the base of his cock, she looked up at him, smiled and then nodded her head. Opening her mouth, Cobie wiped her tongue against his head, tasting both her own juices and his in her mouth. Closing her lips around his cock, Cobie started to drop her lips down against his pole, forcing her mouth down to further clean his prick off of any sort of evidence that they had been fucking.

"That's... That's one way of dealing with drunk dick I suppose." Blake admitted in pleasure, his head rolling backwards as she sucked her way down towards the bottom of his prick. Cobie simply moaned in agreement as she bobbed her head down a little further, her nose nestling in his groin as she sucked on him. Her lips moved down further while her tongue brushed along the underside of his dick, her tongue swiping against the veiny underside of his hard length. Cobie brought her mouth up to the head of his cock and she pressed a kiss against the head of his prick. Her mouth opened and she casually flicked her pink organ against the tip of his dick, running it in circles around the bulbous head.

She let out another moan as she felt him thread his hands through her long brown hair. She kept her eyes shut as she suckled on his head but when she took her mouth off of his dick again, she opened her eyes and locked them on his as his dick left her mouth and she was able to move to toy with his prick some more. Holding his cock in the air, she ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, stroking it to life using only her tongue. Planting kisses along the side of his cock, Cobie moved to completely lather his prick up in her saliva, moaning as it started to harden in her hands.

"Mmmmm... I love your cock Blake." Cobie said with a smile, pressing the head of his dick against her forehead as she kissed her way down to his base, her tongue sneaking out to lick and lap against his testicles that were now throbbing with all of Cobie's attention to them. Opening her mouth, she started to suck on them as her hands came down to rest on the inside of his legs, keeping her hands away from his now rapidly hardening prick as if to make sure she was making him harden again purely by her attention to his balls.

"Oh fuck... Fuck... That feels so good." Blake called out, his head falling back in delight as she sucked on his nuts. His hands reached down and threaded through her hair softly as she blew his balls in her mouth. Her tongue seemed to do exactly what it was supposed to, flicking against all of the skin that she could manage as her lips remained sealed around him. Moaning against him, the feeling of her voice bouncing against the skin sent shock waves of pleasure through Blake and the man let out yet another chorus of moans as the Canadian hockey fan went to work on him. Her big eyes opened up and she could see that his prick had come back to life completely now and would be ready for her.

"You know what? This cock here," She spoke again, looking up at him as she wrapped her right hand around the base and gave it a slow, steady pump. "This looks fucking good. Good enough to eat!" She said with a grin, stroking him again before she reached up and spat against his prick again before sliding her tongue up along the bottom of Blake's hard cock. Managing to get all of her saliva up, Cobie had done a magnificent job of not only licking up her own orgasmic fluids but also getting whatever was left of his own juices too. Cobie always enjoyed the mix of two orgasms that gelled together and with this man that she had just met, something in that erotic cocktail made Cobie simply groan in pleasure. How long could she continue to tease this poor man, and herself as well, before she'd have to get fucked again? Judging by his length, she knew that he would be up for it and that leaking feeling between her legs wasn't going to go away any time soon either.

"Fuck me... Fuck, that feels so good." Blake admitted, his head falling forwards and then backwards as Cobie's lips fell from his prick and she resumed stroking him slowly. She flashed him a grin and then stood up, walking away from the booth and towards the long forgotten bar. Watching her move from him, Blake poked his head out from the booth and saw her now bunching the skirt up around her waist, her bare pussy exposed to him.

She lifted her head up off of the bar, flashed him a wink and then moved back to look at the mirror that ran along the back of the bar.

"I'd get over here quick. Don't want to have to call last orders on me do you?"

That got the bartender moving. Slipping out from behind the table, Blake moved over towards the bar and had managed to undo his pants completely, they pooled down around his ankles in one fluid movement as he pressed her pussy's lips apart and he slowly pushed his hips forward, sliding himself all the way back inside of her prompting a moan and a groan from both of the participants. Pulling out and then pushing back inside of her, Blake's hands held her close before he laughed to himself.

"Sloppy seconds..."

"Hey pal! They were your firsts! Now get to it."

"Right away." Blake said with a grin, pulling his hips back and then forcing his way forward, feeding his length inside of her with a passionate, heavy stroke. Both of the people moaned at the action but when Cobie pushed her hips back with a gentle thrust, Blake smiled to himself and started to resume his pumping strokes, sliding in and then out of her. His balls beat against her body as his fingers maintained a firm grip on her thighs, making sure that the skirt she was wearing was folded up over her ass so he could get a focused look on her ass while he pounded her from behind.

Cobie's head had fallen forward and her mouth was hanging open in a near permanent orgasmic state. What had once been a series of mini orgasms had now completely stripped away and her silky, smooth walls were hugging him tightly as if to ensure that he could never leave from inside her. Not that he would want to of course, she thought to herself as her open palms slapped against the cold surface of the bar as she let out a primal cry of pleasure. Whenever Blake dug his fingers into her skin, she let out a growl of pleasure and gritted her teeth, her orgasm continuing to build as he stroked inside of her.

Blake's whole body was working over time as he pumped inside of her from behind. Blake always liked this position because he was able to manipulate his lover's body, always whenever they wanted him to as well of course. Testing the waters, he offered Cobie's ass a firm slap and as he pumped inside of her, he watched her reaction in the bar, much to his delight she threw her head backwards and flashed him a grin in the mirror. She smacked her hands on the bar again before throwing her hair over her shoulder and looking back at him.

"If you're going to smack my ass you've got to do it right!" She growled through gritted teeth, roughly jabbing her hips backwards to force his length all the way inside of her. She moved back to look towards her front, closing her eyes as if to brace for the second strike on her rear. As soon as the second slap rang out, Cobie let out a cry of pleasure and moaned his name huskily.

"Oh fuck yes Blake! Smack my ass and smack it right!" She cried out, her hips rolling in circles whenever he pushed all of his length inside of her. Massaging her cheeks, Blake smacked the same cheek again before using the other hand to run it up and down her spine, eventually travelling up to the tip of her back. Her brown hair was shaking from side to side as she was taken from behind, looking at it, he then made another snap decision and grabbed a fist full of her hair. Giving it a sharp tug, he pulled her head back and up off of the bar while she was pushed up against the bar with his dick sliding in and out of her.

Cobie and Blake's eyes locked and before she had chance to do anything else, their lips meshed together and their mouths parted in a hungry fashion. Their tongues gelled with each others, curling around one another's and sucking almost perfectly as their bodies stretched, moved and moaned for each others. Keeping a hand in her hair and using the other to continue to slap her ass, Blake growled in delight as he felt her tongue vibrating in his mouth. In fact, it wasn't only her tongue that was shaking. Her body was now almost quaking in his holds while he pounded his way all the way inside of her.

With her head yanked all the way back, Cobie was completely at Blake's mercy though she didn't want to be anywhere else. Her entire body trembled, her nails did their absolute best to try to rip the wood right up off of the bar as her orgasm started to build. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip as she was pounded hard from behind. Her hands slapped against the bar one last time and with a final tug of her hair, her head was yanked backwards once more and her walls squeezed tightly around him. One powerful orgasm squeezed his length tightly and her head was thrown backwards as she climaxed hard around him, an almost silent scream tore from her lungs as she came hard and fast around him.

"Not giving up yet are you?" Blake asked through gritted teeth, afraid of cracking them from how hard he was working on not cumming again.

"Not... Oh fuck! Not... Not until you cum all over... Fuck! Cum all over my face!" Cobie cried out, smacking her hands on the bar again, her hands becoming red from the constant action of hitting the bar. She looked over her shoulder, a welcoming, almost serene look on her face as her body was rocked backwards and forwards from her rough treatment.

"You want... Shit... You want me to cum on your face?" Blake asked, pushing his dick all the way in and then pulling it all the way out to slam his way inside her.

"Cum on my fucking face!" Cobie spat back, her hands simply staying where they were now as he hammered inside her. She whined when he pulled out of her but quickly got with the programme as she realised just what Blake wanted to do. Her tits exposed, her hair a mess and her pussy pooling with the remnants of his orgasm and both of hers, Cobie Smulders looked like a well fucked whore which, as she watched Blake stroke himself, was actually what she felt like. Closing her mouth to ensure that all of his sperm would stay on her face, Cobie braced herself while she listened to Blake stroke himself.

Blake's right hand was working a mile a minute as he looked down at Cobie who seemed far too weak to do anything else. Her face was a picture of pleasure as he let out a groan and shot his first rope of cum. The first rope arced from his dick's head and sprayed against her left cheek, another rope erupted from his tip and landed over the bridge of her nose, he continued to stroke, moving to completely empty his balls on her face. The final two spurts of his orgasm landed on her forehead and the other shot across her right eyelid almost glueing her eye shut. Groaning in pleasure, he stroked his length one last time and climbed off of her chest in a slow moving fashion. Sighing in delight at the sight of the now cum-covered Cobie Smulders, he blindly groped behind him and found one of the bar napkins he hadn't cleared away just yet. Passing it to her, he took in a breath of fresh air and let his head fall backwards.

"Fuck me..." He uttered, coming down from his intense orgasmic high. Looking over at her as she managed to sit up on her elbows and started to dab at her face, cleansing it of his own cum.

"Oh, judging by that performance I don't think you could handle another round."

"Screw you! I didn't even to eat you out." He replied, laughing at her as he slowly got to his hands and knees. Looking out, he could see that it was almost one in the morning, late for both of them. Standing up, Blake reached down and picked up his pants, slipping them up and fastening them around his waist as he moved over to the door, slipping his key into the lock while offering Cobie some privacy for when she wanted to clean herself up.

"Well, as tempting as that offer is... I gotta get going." She was on her very wobbly feet, but standing upright. Looking around, Cobie sauntered over to the bar and picked up her shirt and shawl, leaving her underwear on the table. Regretfully covering her chest up, Cobie checked her reflection one last time in the mirror before walking over to the door where Blake was waiting for her. Flashing him an award winning smile, she gave his crotch a goodbye squeeze and spoke to him again. "Not bad for a Kings fan. Don't forget to clean the bar before you go home!"

Blake sighed in pleasure as he watched Cobie leave the bar and move over to her car, digging into her bag to find her car keys and then unlocking her Rav-4. Offering her a wave, he turned on his heel and moved back into the bar. He could hear the background noise of the game but right now he really didn't care. Seeing the same tissue Cobie had used to mop her face up sitting neatly on the bar's flat surface, he approached it with a sense of confusion. He could even see two sets of numbers on the napkin that wasn't blotched with his cum.

Cobie had left him a message!

"You've been a good boy. Let me know next time we're playing and I'll see if Romanoff wants to spectate too!

Love, Cobie xXx"

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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
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Tim Sales yawned and stretched outwards. His eyes caught the time on his personal computer and saw the hour count tick over to eleven o'clock at night. This was a long stretch away from the old tennis club in Los Angeles, he was now working in a luxury high class sauna/gym hybrid in New York City on behalf of Mister McTavish's long series of fitness centres.

The fitness centre was a large building that looked similar to the library from the scene in Ghostbusters. Whenever Tim was by himself he would amuse himself by implementing him into the scene with one of the centre's fire extinguishers. The front desk and main office were on the bottom floor, marble tiles decorated the floor giving off the impression of the building being much classier than it was. The stairs were on either side of the front desk that wrapped around the desk and moved up to the second floor. On the second floor there was the changing rooms and that's where the tennis courts and badminton lanes were. On the first floor: there was the expensive, and large, swimming pool, there was the main gym area that consisted of cross-trainers, treadmills, exercise bikes and general exercise equipment. Opposite the gym, there was a closed door sauna where the customers could sweat the fatigue of exercising off of them.

When he was running the centre, Tim didn't have much chance to admire the scantily clad women who would often flock to the gym in their tight spandex. The women would often flirt with him, calling him cute and several other pet names but would then disappear into the gym never to talk to him again. It almost made him want to cry.

It had been a while since he had fucked Blake Lively in the showers of his old employment, the L.A tennis club and since then he hadn't had any action. Sure, he'd jerked off but he hadn't actually fucked a girl in a long time. The more he thought about it the more he realised that Blake may have been the last girl he did fuck.

A 'ping' sound effect came on over the computer's system indicating that they had an e-Mail. Dragging the cursor over to the e-Mail programme and quickly double clicked it. When he read the sender his heart jumped up to his throat.

Blake. Fucking. Lively.

Steadily, he double clicked the e-Mail and read what she had put.

'To whom it may concern,

I've got a free training exercise with a friend tonight at eleven fifteen, but I'm currently busy and won't be there until eleven thirty. Can someone get back to me ASAP I would greatly appreciate it.

With regards,

Blake Lively.'

Tim did indeed have an appointment booked at eleven fifteen and was silently cursing the person who wasn't turning up. That was before he knew it was Blake though. He started to type out the response and decided to leave out that it was her former fuck buddy on the other side of the computer. She mentioned that she had a friend coming as well, his mind started to wonder as to who her friend could be. Knowing his luck it would have been one of the male co-stars from Gossip Girl.

Groaning lightly, his ears perked up when he heard the doors go.

Looking up from the front desk, he saw a girl wearing a long beige trench coat walk up the marble steps and walk towards the desk. She had her hair tied up in a pony tail and her eyes were covered by an expensive set of sunglasses.

"Hi." She smiled at Tim, she took the gym bag off of her right shoulder and dropped it on the floor.

"Hello, welcome to Fitness Academy. How can I help you?" Tim asked, keeping his voice level as his mind started to think on Blake Lively turning up again.

"My name's Leighton Meester. I'm meeting up with my friend Blake Lively who should be here..." Leighton started, turning her head around to try and spot her blonde co-star.

"Ah right! Miss Lively's been delayed and won't be here until eleven thirty. You are more than welcome to use the equipment until then."

Leighton took the sunglasses off of her face and placed them down on the counter, she undid the sash on her trench coat and dumped it on the counter of the desk. Leighton was now stood in front of Tim in a tight spandex outfit that had two straps over her shoulder with a set of booty shorts for her bottoms. She looked down at Tim's name tag and smiled sweetly.

"Thanks Tim... But before Blake gets here there's something I'd like to know. Can you keep a secret?" She asked, a sly smirk creeping across her face as she walked along the width of the desk and soon came behind the counter. He stood up to meet her but before he could even reply, Leighton dropped to her knees and pushed Tim back into his chair. Keeping him in place with her left hand, Leighton used her right hand to feel his now swelling groin.

"I have a secret. Do you want to know my secret Tim?" She asked, her hand palming and squeezing at his erection that was now starting to press against his tight cotton trousers. When he nodded his head dumbly, she smiled and looked up at him. Slowly licking her lips from side to side, Leighton took her left hand off of Tim and onto the spandex on her shoulders. Slipping the straps off of her top, the brunette slowly revealed her magnificent chest to a gaping Tim. "I love to suck cock."

Using her right hand, Leighton unzipped Tim's fly and watched as Tim took a deep breath of pleasure. She unbuttoned Tim's boxer short buttons and found his now rock hard cock. Looking over the seven inch member, Leighton opened her mouth and took Tim's dick into her warm, wet mouth. She moaned sexily as she pressed her lips down around his shaft and started to bob her head up and down the first few inches of his cock.

She pressed her lips down around his member as she sexily slurped up and down on his cock. Her mouth made a series of lewd noises as she delivered an expert blowjob, producing a fair amount of saliva on his dick, Leighton watched as it rolled down his large shaft. Taking her lips off of his cock, the brunette pushed Tim's cock upwards and delivered a swift lick on the underside picking up all of her spit. Swiftly slapping her wet tongue against Tim's dick's underside making sure to cover all of it. Her soft tongue stroked the thin vein that ran the entire length of his dick.

Leighton's tongue lapped all over Tim's dick making sure to cover all of it, as if Tim's dick was coated in her favourite pancake topping, Leighton covered all of his dick. Stroking her tongue upwards, she quickly opened up her mouth and moved her lips back over his cock. His hands ran through her soft, silky brown hair as she started to suck more and more of his cock. She had swallowed four out of his seven inches and her mouth was starting to get fuller. She let out a sexy, low moan as his dick stabbed at the inside of her left cheek. Using her hands, Leighton started to paw at her soft tits, her nipples had got hard during the time they were exposed to the cool air conditioned reception area.

Tim's hands soon joined hers and started to grope and grab at her tits, leaving Leighton to play with his large balls. Her right hand cupped and squeezed the hanging testicles as she slurped up and down his large shaft. Putting her left hand on his dick's base, Leighton started to swiftly jerk up and down his dick as well, making sure she was covering every part of his shaft she couldn't help but smile when he started to grunt and groan. Gasping, Tim ran his hands through her hair and kept her mouth in place as his hips lifted up off of the chair and started to unload in her mouth.

Five or six spurts shot into her mouth, quickly forming a large pool of sperm in Leighton's hungry mouth. Sighing, Tim released Leighton's hair and fell back into the seat, his hands moved back to the chair's arm rest as he watched Leighton grin and swallow his load whole.

"Wow..." Tim started, Leighton smiled and redid the straps of her spandex. Her rock hard nipples were still standing out but she was covered up for the most of it.

"Listen, when Blake comes in I want you to show her to where I am. But don't come in after that, we need to be alone OK?" Leighton asked, climbing into the chair with Tim, her legs spread and her groin rubbing against his. He nodded dumbly as she smiled and smooched him on the left cheek. "Good boy. Good load too."

With that, she climbed off of him grabbed her glasses and coat and then walked down the hall towards the women's changing rooms without even a glance back at Tim.

Gobsmacked, Tim sat back down in the chair and zipped his fly back up. Was Leighton going to seduce Blake? Just the thought of the two hot young starlets hooking up made his dick beg for attention again, even after the stellar blowjob from Leighton Meester. He lightly squeezed his dick again through his trousers when a cough rang through the almost empty lobby. Looking up, he saw a grinning Blake Lively clad in only a black sports bra and some lime green running shorts.

"Hey cutie." She said with a big grin, bending at her waist she made sure he could see down her top.

"Uh... Hi." Tim replied, she licked her lips and cast her eyes over him.

"Still as fit as last time huh?" She asked as she looked around the lobby. "We alone here?"

"Well... Miss Meester is here but I think she's already exercising."

"Leighton huh? She's cute isn't she?" She tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and licked her lips. "Who do you think sucks dick better? Me or her?"

"I... Uh... I..." Tim started, but couldn't help but grin when Blake looked around the lobby.

"Can we lock the place down?" As soon as she had said that, Tim was out of the chair and to the front of the sports centre. As soon as he had slid the large bolts down to the bottom of the door frame, he felt Blake's hands on his ass. She cupped and squeezed his ass cheeks and breathed into his ears. "You still haven't answered my question Tim. Who do you think sucks dick better? Me or her?"

"I may need a refresher in your dick sucking..."

Blake pushed Tim up against the large double doors of the sports centre. She slowly unzipped his trousers fly, Tim groaned as she cast her eyes up at him Running her tongue over her lips, Blake lightly squeezed her right tit with her left hand.

"Well... Let's see just what I can do to refresh your memory."

Blake reached inside of his trousers and fished out his large, rapidly hardening cock. His seven inches stood up proudly, pointing towards the roof of the sports centre. Blake held his knob with her right hand, using her index finger and thumb, the blonde headed star of Gossip Girl held his dick upright. Moving her head down to the base of his cock, she took one broad lick covering all of the under side. When she reached the head of his cock, she then licked downwards coating his dick with her spit.

Casually jerking his cock slowly, Blake cast a glance up at him and smiled as Tim shut his eyes tightly. Obviously enjoying the feel of her tongue on his cock, she thought she could taste something else on his dick. Thinking nothing of it, Blake opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick. She cast her eyes up at Tim as her lips slowly closed around the first couple of inches in her mouth.

She moaned steadily around it before she looked up at him and giggled. She batted her eyes slowly before forcing herself down on his pole taking all of his seven inch dick in one fell swoop.

"Oh shit... Blake..." Tim groaned, bunching up her golden hair in his hands. As she brought her lips up along his shaft, her tongue pushed itself against the bottom side of his dick and she casually traced the underside of his member.

As she reached the tip of his dick, Blake pulled her mouth off of his dick and slowly rubbed her saliva into the shaft while looking up at Tim. She smiled sweetly, then she spoke in a soft, child like voice.

"Can I suck your dick all day?"

"Shit... As much as I'd like you to... I want to fuck you as well."

"Oh! That sounds like so much fun!" Blake then dived into his groin and pulled out his balls. She let them rest in the palm of her hand before she lightly squeezed them, smiling at his groan.

Blake smiled a bit as she pulled his cock back up to her wet, waiting mouth. She took her tongue and licked all the way down the shaft. She reached his ball sac with her tongue and gently patted her tongue against his balls in a steady pattern, before she licked her way back up the shaft. Groaning, Tim ran his hands back through her soft, golden hair as her tongue gently glided its way up to the head of his cock. When she reached the tip, Blake casually licked her way all around the head like it was an ice cream cone.

"Ohhhh damn Blake... That's really hot..." He whispered. Tim's eyes were shut tightly as he tilted his head back, accentuating the pleasure Blake was giving him as she used her soft tongue to stimulate him. The sexy blonde lowered her head and opened her mouth, slowly, she started to take the head of his cock back into her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around the head of his dick and began to slowly bob her head up and down on the tip of his cock.

Groaning, he opened his eyes and looked down at her in sheer amazement. Grinning like an idiot, Tim watched intently as Blake took his cock back into her mouth, then slowly back away while pressing her lips a little bit tighter around the head of his dick. She opened her mouth a little bit wider and she went down a little bit further on his shaft. She then began to bob her head up and down on his cock at a steady rate, while she twirled and lapped her tongue around the shaft.

"Damn Blake! I'd forgotten that you give such great head!" He groaned as he started to slowly rock his hips backwards and forwards. Blake had started to play with her tits and pussy through the fabric of her clothing as she swallowed more of his cock into her warm mouth. She tightened her lips as she started to bob her head up and down faster. She put her hands on my waist as her mouth served as a vacuum and she practically inhaled my cock.

Sweat had started to form on Tim's brow as her tongue and mouth worked their magic on his knob. She then removed her lips from Tim's dick and caught her breath, she glanced up at me and grinned wickedly.

"I think Tim's been a bad boy." Blake suddenly announced, looking up at Tim. She sexily squeezed his balls and lightly jerked his cock as he looked down at her.

"Huh?"

"I think Tim's been a bad boy. I can taste cherry chap stick on your cock."

Fuck. She could take Leighton's lipstick on his knob.

"Has Leighton had some fun with you?" Tim didn't answer, but it looked like Blake didn't need one. She took his dick back into her mouth and then put her hands on either side of her head and started to slide her mouth up and down on his dick.

She wanted him to fuck her face.

He nodded and started off at a steady pace, as he pumped in and out of her mouth the cum started to bubble in his balls. He let out a low groan and felt Blake's hands dig into his ass. He looked down at her and she conveyed with her eyes that she wanted it harder. He nodded and held her head in place. Using her mouth like it was her pussy, Tim started to fuck her wet hole. His dick started to jab at the back of her throat as she closed her eyes and tried not to cough at the intrusion.

As her eyes watered with the force of Tim's dick sliding into her mouth, he felt his dick start to jump awkwardly. Even after the stellar blowjob from Leighton earlier in the evening, he felt the cum start to bubble in his balls again.

"Shit... I'm going to cum" Tim whispered as he used every fibre of his being to hold it off. Blake nodded her head as best as she could with his dick so deep in her throat. His fingers started to bunch up her golden hair as his body trembled ready to unleash a torrent of cum inside her mouth. Through the tears in her eyes, Blake looked up at him and willed him to cum. He groaned and came, burst after burst shot into her mouth and splattered against the back of her mouth. The salty seed slid down her throat as he pulled his dick out of her mouth.

What was left of Tim's cum, stayed on his prick and remained for Blake to clean up after him. Her lips wrapped around his head and acted like a hoover, scooping up the rest of his cum. Blake moved to her side and saw that there was still some of his cum on the side of her mouth, some tears had leaked down her face as well. Dabbing at her face with her right hand, she cleaned herself up as best as she could.

Blake grinned and stood back up, grabbing Tim by his shirt she pulled him into a passionate kiss. His hands instantly found her perfect ass and squeezed her buns lightly as she moaned into his mouth. Her tongue instantly sought his out, flicking her tongue against his, she bashed up against his before lightly wrapping it around his tongue and sucking on it.

She slowly broke off the kiss before sneakily licking his lips with her soft tongue.

"So, who gives a better blowjob?" She asked, a big grin on her face as Tim slipped his hands inside Blake's bottoms.

"Uh... You do of course." Tim said with a grin, adding a playful wink at the end of his sentence.

"Flirt." She responded by giving his cock one last squeeze before tucking his member away. "Hey, listen. Once you see me and Leighton leave the gym, give us half an hour then come into the women's changing rooms OK?"

He nodded dumbly, as if his mind was on another plane of existence.

"Good, see you later!" She grinned, planting a smooch on his right cheek. As Blake trotted down the hallway towards the actual gym, Tim couldn't help but wonder if Blake had been planning the whole thing from the very start.

***

After an intense workout together, Leighton and Blake had finished up after almost an hour's workout.

Leighton wrapped her duck egg blue towel around her tight, perfect little body and walked into the sauna to see that Blake had beaten her to it. Smiling, the brown haired co-star sat down a couple of rows beneath the golden Goddess of Blake Lively.

It was warm in the sauna but it was a nice heat level.

"Warm isn't it?" Leighton said, making conversation as she peeked a glance upwards at her co-star and possible future conquest.

"Yeah, but I think it's great." Her blonde co-star said with a happy sigh. She spread out on the bench, her towel hiked its way up her body so Leighton could sneak a quick glance at her shaved pussy. Blake noticed and pushed the towel down, blocking the brunette's view.

"It really is." Leighton added, matching Blake's relaxed posture. She swung her gorgeous legs up onto the bench and then made a show of herself. Looking up at Blake, Leighton swung her right leg upwards to show off a bit more of her skin. This made the blonde one give a playful wolf whistle.

"Nice legs!" She complimented, giving her friend and co-star a sexy wink.

"Thank you. It's the running that does the trick." She said, smiling up at Blake.

"I think that's going to be it for me to be honest L." Blake said, shortening Leighton's name down to the first letter. With that, she stood up and walked down past her co-star, stepping over her sexy legs. Before she left completely, she knelt down on one knee, letting the brunette see past her towel as she did so, and then playfully stroked Leighton's legs.

"Bye legs, later L." She said with a smile. A rush of blood darted towards Leighton's pussy as Blake swung her hips sexily on her way out of the sauna. As the door closed, Leighton groaned and threw her head back in sheer frustration. She considered masturbating there and then but thought better of it. What if one of the muscle men came in? The last thing she needed was some steroid abusing freak to try and fuck her with a pin dick. She needed someone to get her off. Someone like Blake...

With that she shook her head of those thoughts and tried to think of something else. Her shooting schedule for next week, where she needed to go after the gym trip anything but Blake's tight ass.

What must've been fifteen minutes passed and Leighton had decided that she had had enough. She climbed off of the wooden bench and walked back into the women's changing rooms. The only bags that were left, were hers and Blake's, and she could hear the water running so Blake must be having a shower, Leighton deducted as she joined her blonde friend in the shower blocks.

The shower block was one similar to most high school shower blocks, there was a set of twelve cubicles, six on each side with a large sink hole in the middle to drain away the water. The floor had sterile white plates with black grout linings in between the white to break up the snowy picture. Each cubicle had a door that covered most of the female's bodies and they matched the decor of the block. Blake was in one near the entrance of the shower block, and was washing her hair, she smiled and waved at Leighton as she walked in and found one a couple of shower cubes away.

She was still unsure about how she was going to do this. Was she going to pounce on Blake once she left? Maybe she could ask her to do her back? Grinning, Leighton twisted the cold steel knob and stood under the jet of water, washing herself as she hummed a tune thinking about how she could seduce her co-star.

Leighton turned to face Blake and it was then that she noticed that Miss Lively's cubicle was slightly open. The jet of warm water splashed and ran down her seductive body as she rubbed the soap into her breasts and then much to Leighton's pleasure and surprise, her pussy. Taking a step closer to her door, the brunette stepped forward into the jet of warm water again. Closing her eyes, she let the water splash against her.

Then, she felt a pair of soft, sexy hands come up behind her, come round and started caressing Leighton's breasts. Blake's hands were electric as her blonde lover started to kiss her neck.

Leighton moaned as her blonde lover caressed her soft skin under the falling water of the shower head. She had expected she would have to have made the moves on Blake but she was more than happy to see that her co-star was doing all of the work.

Blake's delicate hands drifted up and down Leighton's luscious curves before eventually settling on her breasts. She put her head on her brunette co-star's shoulder and kissed the blade as her hands squeezed the flesh. Jesus, she felt good. The taller blonde, lightly caressed her breasts, feeling Leighton's hard buds pressing against her palms. They felt ripe to be sucked but that would have to wait.

Leighton ran her hands up to Blake's head and ran her fingers through her hair making her blonde lover smile. Leighton caught a peek of where Blake's leg was and started to rub her pussy against it. Catching on, she removed her leg and before Leighton could complain, the blonde haired girl had already replaced it with her left hand.

Dancing along her sensitive lips, Blake smiled as the smaller brunette moaned at her touch. Doing what her ex-boyfriends had always done to tease her, she started off by drawing small lines on Leighton's pussy lips before moving on to more grand figures like the number eight or pentagrams.

The two made eye contact and for the first time they shared a sensual kiss. Both of their small lips opened and they applied a lip lock on each other. Moaning into each others mouths, Blake enjoyed the fact that Leighton was the first to break. Grunting as her lover teased penetration with her finger. Her left index finger had started to dip inside her folds, making the smaller brunette moan.

In a husky voice, the taller of the two Gossip Girl stars spoke sexily. "You like that don't you L?"

"Yesssss..." The New York native groaned, as Blake smiled.

"You want me to finger bang you right here in the showers?" She asked, looking down at Leighton's perfectly shaved groin. Her body looked perfect and ready to eat. Blake was going to do just that, but not yet.

"Yesssss..." It was the same serpent sound that Leighton made for her first answer and that made the golden haired bisexual star smile even more.

"All right then..." With that Blake tugged her lover tighter and kissed her behind her ear as she slipped her index finger completely into her folds. Leighton's head rocked back as she groaned in satisfaction.

She had never been with a woman before, sure she'd kissed others and pretended to feel up other girls for silly photo-shoots but here she was being finger fucked by her co-star and the original goal for her lesbian tryst. She had to admit it felt good too. Blake's finger was hitting all the right spots and probing just the right areas to make her get wetter and wetter. She could feel Blake's boobs pressing up against her back and she loved the feel. Maybe she was a lesbian now? She didn't really care as her blonde lover kissed along her neck and back to her lips.

Blake found an easy rhythm of pumping her digit in and out of Leighton's wet pussy, she was amazed at how quickly she had got wet. As the blonde fingered her, she wondered if Leighton had shared her thoughts about trying it out with her. Hugging her tighter, Blake pressed her chest against her new lovers back and started to worship her skin. Planting soft kisses up her shoulders to her neck, she then made her way over to her lips and kissed her daintily again.

Moving her digit in and out of the smaller actress' pussy, Blake started to rub Leighton's clit with her middle finger. Leighton groaned as her pussy was attacked by two fingers, sliding her finger in and out, her blonde lover started to make a curling motion, stroking her insides.

As the shower's water beat down on the two lovers skin, Leighton started to rock her hips to and fro as Blake happily fingered her. She was loving the sensation of having a finger inside her while another rubbed at her hard little clit. Blake seemed to know what she was doing and for that Leighton was perfectly happy.

"Would you like another finger?" Blake asked, kissing her shoulder as her lover looked at her.

"God yes..." She groaned, as she tried to kiss Blake. Dodging her lips, the blonde nodded and stopped rubbing Leighton's clit and slid the middle finger inside her smaller lover's pussy.

Practically as soon as she had started, Blake stopped with the intrusion and pushed Leighton up against the wall of the cubicle. Her tight ass pressed against the cold tiles and let Blake have free access to her lovers tits.

Taking Leighton's right breast in her hand, Blake curled her tongue around the hard nub and lightly flicked at it. The brunette let out a lusty groan as the blonde pushed the harder piece of flesh actually into the breast. Blake pushed both of her thumbs inside Leighton's dripping wet sex-pot and scooped up some of her wetness. Smearing her wet digits across her brunette lover's nipples, the blonde quickly bent in and licked up the liquid. Letting her mouth drift from one breast to the other, Blake made sure to apply equal pressure on each of Leighton's lovely mounds.

The brunette's eyes were shut tight and she had her head tilted towards the sky. Blake seemed to know exactly what she was doing as her fingers danced around the brunette's toned body. Sliding up and down her tight tummy and hovering dangerously close to her pussy but not actually reaching her velvety curtains. Her hips jumped up from against the cold wall, bucking against her blonde co-star's touch.

Removing her lips from Leighton's breasts, Blake bent at the knees and hovered by her lesbian lover's pussy. Using her hands, Blake nudged apart her highly sexed co-star's legs and hovered close to her pussy. Blake could smell the sweat nectar being given off from the actress of Blair Waldorf's cunt.

Just as she opened her eyes again, Leighton looked down and saw Blake was about to go down on her. Wanting to get off her best friend both on screen and off, Leighton found a voice that didn't consist of grunts and groans and spoke.

"Stop..." It was quiet but enough for Blake to do so. Her lover's bright green eyes looked up and she raised an eyebrow.

"Stop?"

"If you're going to eat me... Then I want to eat you too!"

Blake smiled and stood up. "Here?" She asked, a big smile on the blonde's face.

"Not enough room. Outside on the seats?" Leighton said, gesturing towards the changing room.

"Won't someone come in?"

"Nah," Leighton dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "No one's in at this time of night."

With a nod of her head, the two left the shower turned off and came into the changing room. Lying down on the bench, Leighton took back some control of the situation. She parted her legs slightly and gestured for her blonde lover to sit on her face.

Blake walked over to her lover and stepped over the wooden bench, hovering over the brunette's waiting mouth. Blake bent at the knees and lowered herself down slowly, she climbed onto the wooden bench and lowered her face closer to Leighton's waiting pussy.

Leighton's tongue was the first to test the water, it snaked out of her sultry mouth and darted upwards at Blake's wet pussy. She hadn't seen Blake get wet and she hadn't really given her a reason to either. Still, she wasn't going to question fate and lapped at Blake's wet folds. Moving her hands upwards, Leighton lightly squeezed at her lover's ass cheeks before parting them playfully. Her fingers danced towards the blonde's ass hole seeing how Blake would react.

Blake's tongue was already working its magic. She was drawing delicate patterns on Leighton's pussy that was responding in kind. Leighton's hips were jumping upwards, trying to fit more of Blake's tongue inside her hoping she'd get filled up by Blake's fleshy organ. The blonde felt Leighton's hands roam over her ass cheeks, lightly parting them and pushing them back together. Her fingers moved over to her actual ass hole and lightly pushed against it. Blake couldn't help but moan at the more than pleasurable intrusion.

Feeling Blake moan inside her, Leighton couldn't help but respond in kind and moaned into her blonde lover's waiting pussy too. Using her fingers, the brunette slid one of her digits inside Blake's tight little ass hole which hugged it tightly. Pumping her finger in tightly, Leighton smiled at Blake's actions. Her pussy licking went up ten-fold as she lapped at Leighton's pussy like she was a thirsty dog. Her eyes fluttered with each pleasure-ridden movement of her blonde co-stars tongue as she felt an orgasm approach her.

Blake was riding high as she probed inside of Leighton's wet pussy. She wasn't a renowned expert on eating out women but she was aware of the signature signs of an approaching orgasm and it seemed like the brunette was on her way. Sucking on Leighton's clit was more than enough to tip the smaller woman over the edge. The brunette squealed at the action and her sweet fluid seeped out onto Blake's hungry and waiting tongue.

Leighton's head fell back as she came, Blake didn't seem to care as she was too bust lapping up her cum. It was then the two of them heard a noise. Opening her eyes, Blake looked up and Leighton pulled her head up, afraid they had been caught.

They had.

Standing there with a throbbing erection was Tim, the young twenty something from the reception desk.

Dancing along her wet lines, Blake's tongues slid inside of Leighton's pussy and lightly smacked against her insides. Stroking and probing every possible inch of her brunette lover's pussy, the blonde couldn't help but smile and groan as Leighton's tongue slid inside her folds. Apparently ignoring the fact that they now had an audience, the two young women made sure to completely satisfy the other one.

Leighton took hold of Blake's clit in her mouth and started to suck on the hard nub. That move made the taller blonde moan in glee, the brunette slid her fingers inside Blake's wet pussy as she expertly stimulated her vagina. Wrapping a free arm around Blake's waist, the brunette kept her blonde lover closer to her. Enjoying the warm sensation of skin on skin provided by Blake Lively's wet, warm body. Leighton wanted to get her lover off and started to increase her fingers stimulations. Pumping her fingers in and out of Blake's folds, the sound of her moaning was music to Leighton's ears. Blake's hands dug into the smaller woman's skin, she writhed in place and was then given a release. Cumming over Leighton's waiting mouth, Blake moaned into the sky and willingly thrust her hips against Leighton.

He had a rock hard erection that was straining against the black sweat pants that was part of his uniform. Slack jawed would be an appropriate term. Subconciously, he was rubbing his cock through his pants, merely observing the lesbian sex show he had walked in on.

Leighton's eyes were wide due to the fact that the two lovers had been caught. Blake however, had a different view. With Leighton's wet mess hanging off of her chin in a sultry fashion, she cast a wink towards the young man and went back to eating her lover's wet cunt out. The blonde's tongue danced expertly along the brunette's wet folds making the smaller of the two women groan. Her eyelids fluttered at Blake's actions and it made her head fall back down from looking up at Tim to her blonde lover's pussy.

There was a brief pause as Leighton lapped lovingly at the wet cunt in front of her. Scooping up some of Blake's wetness, she sucked them clean off of her fingers. Blake kissed at her lover's wet pussy and then made her way out along her legs before climbing off of her face.

The two women shared a quick kiss and then turned their attention to the young man at the back of the room. Like a predator with its prey, Blake stepped towards the man with lust heavy in her eyes.

"Well what do we have here?" She said with a wicked grin, a few feet away from their guest.

"Looks like a nice big dick B." Leighton replied, stepping up next to her lover and hooked her arm around Blake's hips.

"Doesn't it look like that? Well? Can we see it?" Blake asked, a wicked grin on her beautiful face.

Leighton nodded towards his crotch and bit on her bottom lip sexily as Tim nodded and hooked his thumbs into his waistband and slid pulled his boxers and sweat pants down in one quick tug. The girl's eyes lit up as his dick was exposed to the light of the changing room. It was nice and long, it was appropriately thick as well and there was a thin vein that ran along the underside of the shaft.

"Wow!" Blake said with a grin. Looking at the thick dick as it bobbed lightly in the air.

"I think he needs a little fun B. Don't you?" Leighton asked with a grin, looking over to Tim and then back to Blake who nodded her head eagerly.

"Wouldn't you just love to suck that big fat cock Leighton?" Blake asked, as she knelt down in front of Tim. Leighton nodded eagerly and joined her, eyeing up the meaty tool that bobbed between them.

"Or wouldn't you rather ride it?"
 
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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
« Reply #8 on: April 03, 2019, 01:41:44 PM »
Thank you for sharing this amazing series! I've loved reading it and going back to it over the years. My favorite chapters are the ones with Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jessica Alba.
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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
« Reply #9 on: April 03, 2019, 04:15:49 PM »
Holy fucking shit, now these are some hot stories. I love that first chapter with JLH and you made sure to fuck those big beautiful tits.
 

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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
« Reply #10 on: April 11, 2019, 11:17:45 AM »
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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
« Reply #11 on: June 25, 2019, 06:09:53 PM »
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Locked in what was essentially a sweatbox, Arjun Sadana, an Indian American transplant was busy scowling at the inside of an old, dirty PC. Taking a step back and wiping his hands on the bright blue of his work's polo shirt, Arjun grabbed a can of compressed air, attached the thin tube and then flicked another light on over the machine. Sticking the can inside of the machine, Arjun pressed down on the top of the can and shot the air inside of the machine. As if by magic, all the large dust bunnies that had accumulated inside of the machine were shot from the contents with ease and almost instantly, the brown skinned male could actually see the graphics card and motherboard of the machine he was working on. Shaking his head, Arjun emptied the can inside of it, completely removing every little bit of dust from inside the machine and shooting it out onto the newspaper he had laid down beforehand.

His hazel eyes looked over the green and copper of the motherboard before he fastened the panel back on and quickly assembled the machine back to how it was. Fastening some of the cables into the back of the machine, Arjun secured everything before attaching the HDMI cable and checking how the machine worked on his own monitor. Hitting the power button, the machine roared to life and he could see the rig's lights flashing up to life. Watching the monitor, slowly it came to life and Arjun was almost sitting pretty. Coming up to the desktop, one without a password as Arjun had pre wiped it so he could work around the password, he quickly ran over some tests before deciding that it worked. It was still going to be a bit sluggish when playing games, but as the young man inspected his wristwatch, he saw that there was still a good half hour before his lunch break. So, he powered it down and laid the machine back on its side. Undoing it and taking it apart again, Arjun quickly grabbed a small flat head screwdriver and worked on getting towards the thermal paste. Looking at it, the tech savant nodded his head. Grabbing a paper towelette, Arjun wiped the paste away and quickly worked on dabbing another small, pea sized blob of thermal paste on it. Adding it to the total, Arjun quickly reassembled the machine and smiled as it came to life and worked better than ever.

Dusting his hands together as if to show a job well done, Arjun put the PC back on the wall and stuck a post it note on it to show that it had been done and he, personally, had signed off on it. Walking out of the back room, Arjun hit the lights and closed the door behind him. Now on the cool, air conditioned floor of his job, a big box electronics store with its own set of tech gurus, the shop floor was always filled with people shopping and buying things, the newest console, the hit new video game, if it needed an electrical socket, there was a good chance it was in the store. Walking under one of the fans on the shop floor, Arjun let out a cool breath of air as he felt the cramped box being brushed off of him. As he looked around, he saw one of his fellow gurus, a young woman with bright pink hair and a nose ring, Madison, walking towards him with a wave of her arm.

"Arjun! Boss was looking for you! Something to do with the PC repairs?"

Sighing, the Indian American rolled his eyes and walked up to Madison, his hands swaying as he walked towards her. "What's wrong with them?"

"No idea. He just asked for you to go to his office. I'll man the desk for your hour."

"My hour?" Arjun asked. The desk was mainly the large circular portion in front of the sweatbox that customers would come in and pick up their machine or drop it off. It was normally an easy job, typically the most strenuous thing you would need to do is maybe lug back a Dell machine or something similar. Arjun normally liked doing that since it gave him an excuse to see what was coming in and what was going out. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, Arjun looked towards the back of the store and made his way over towards the back. He was  ready to walk away when Madison called out to him, stopping and turning to face her again, she reached up on her tiptoes and pulled down the metal framed glasses that he had been wearing. Looking at the frames, he rolled his eyes before chuckling at the sight of them. Normally, tech support guys such as Arjun needed to wear the special glasses to protect their eyes from any possible soldering that they would need to do with the machines and as such, it was all too likely that usual glasses wearers like Arjun would forget they were even on.

It didn't help that Arjun was myopic as well.

Smiling to a group of younger women who all blushed and went about giggling at him, Arjun gently jogged towards the back of the store. Crossing under the threshold of the staff only area, Arjun keyed in the security lock on the door and tugged the lock open before walking inside of the slim corridor. Placing his hand on the thin wooden beam that ran down the side of the emerald green painted walls, Arjun started to ascend up towards the top of the store, towards where the management offices were. Reaching the top level in no time at all, Arjun smiled to one of the fellow staff members who was just clocking in, the man keying in his employee number and hitting the 'in' button on the small electronic clocking in device to make sure that he would be paid for his day today.

Walking up to the door to the office, a minty green shade with a large circular window in the middle of the door, Arjun wrapped his knuckle against the door before taking a step back and pulling the small plastic case that contained his glasses in. Placing the specs on his face, the Indian American man saw his manager, an older woman, Leanne Ellis, she stood at about five foot seven, had a small pixie cut of faded blond hair and had bright blue eyes, still impossibly blue despite her being well into her sixties now. She walked over to the door, unlocked it and opened the door so he could walk inside. The door closed behind him but she didn't lock it this time, Arjun couldn't see why the office was locked in the first place but he didn't really care. All he was interested in was why he had lost his hour on the cash desk. Taking a step behind the cash desk as Leanne walked back to the computer and took a seat, Arjun was quiet as she brought up an e-Mail on the office's main computer.

"So..." She stared, looking over the e-Mail on the screen, her eyes not leaving the e-Mail as she patted the small rolling chair next to her. Arjun looked at it and then decided to walk back over to the chair and took a seat on the chair, looking at the screen. It was there that the young man caught a sight of a few keywords from someone in the higher ups level of the franchised store. "So, head office wants us to deal with changing stuff up and getting fresh faces onto the shop floor and all over the other bits of the store. Now, there's no denying that you are utterly fantastic where you are in the tech department of the store, but I've got letters as long as my arm on how well you are with customers, especially our older clientele, so I want you to spend some time on the shopfloor and dealing with the actual customers."

"Oh... Okay, that doesn't sound so bad. For how long?" Arjun asked, looking at the back of Leanne's head as she read off of the computer screen.

"The trial is only for a week so it shouldn't be so bad. What we'll do is run it from tomorrow for another full seven days. Have another sit down interview with each other and see how we're getting along. What do you think?" His manager said, her eyes not leaving the screen as she went over every last bit of information included in the e-Mail.
 
"That sounds like a good idea. I think seven days is a very reasonable trial period." Arjun said, a sly smile creeping across his face as he thought it was so strange that the woman wasn't interested in looking over to him while they went over what was happening in his job. Of course, Arjun didn't really mind though. He was more than happy to just take his new position and get on with it but as someone that had gone through management training, he also knew that she had to cover her own ass in case anything went wrong with the new position. "Is that all?" Arjun asked, looking at the back of Leanne's head before she scribbled down something and quickly tapped in a series of letters on the keyboard.

"Hm? Oh, oh yes. Thank you Arjun, make sure you change over to the red polo shirt before you get back to the shop floor though please?"

Nodding his head, the young man stood up and let himself out of the office. Walking down towards the small locker room that was hidden behind yet another code lock, Arjun keyed in the lock code and walked inside. Closing the door behind him, Arjun quickly stripped off his bright blue polo top and quickly grabbed one of the vacuum sealed bags with a large 'M' on it to show it off as a medium sized bag. Piercing the uniform bag, Arjun slipped the new shirt on, pulled it down towards his stomach and smoothed it out before unclipping the name tag off of his old shirt and putting it on the breast of his new red shirt. Walking over towards the large mirror that hung between the block of lockers, Arjun inspected himself to ensure he looked presentable. Threading a palm through the hair on his head, the young Indian American tech savant nodded his head, happy with how he looked. Just under the sleeve of his left arm, there was the faintest of marks of his tattoo, a tribal wrap that was moving all around his arm and traditionally made him look like a douchey frat bro but he was nowhere near the usual moron that the markings would usually indicate.

Stuffing his old shirt back into his locker, Arjun grabbed his key and quickly placed it on the shoestring that he kept wrapped around his neck. Fully complete, Arjun left the lockers and made his way back down towards the shop floor. Taking the stairs, Arjun was back on the shopfloor within a couple of minutes and while he was expected to go and see the people in the general shop floor area, he couldn't help but make a quick detour to his part of the store. Walking over towards it, Arjun grinned and rolled his eyes as soon as he saw Madison spot him and let out a playful whistle.

"Looking sharp there Arjun!" Madison said with a grin, looking her up and down while she was bent over the side of the service desk, her eyes looking him over. Arjun took it in his stride though and playfully spun around on the heel of his right shoe before playfully smacking his own ass.

"Like you've never seen anything as hot as me before." He teased, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looked over the cash desk and what Madison had to work on. "Anything new turn up?" He asked, looking over the cash desk. The pink haired woman bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head. Standing up off of the desk and grabbing one of the few clipboards that the team used behind the desk. Flipping it over and showing him, Arjun picked the board up and looked it over before shaking his head and passing it back. "Never mind I guess?"

"Yeah, I'll manage though. So what's with you? How come you've got a red shirt?"

"Head office wants us to try something with changing the staff up and putting us elsewhere in the store. I guess they want to weed out the less competent staff?" Arjun asked, shrugging his shoulders casually as he looked around the store which was currently quiet for the moment. "They want me to work my way through the entertainment section, see what I can see and upsell and stuff. Just wish we hadn't gotten rid of those DVD rewinder sets, I could have made a killing with those little old ladies we get in here." Arjun said with a grin, the concept of a DVD rewinder was absolutely insane to tech savvy people like Arjun and Madison but several older customers had always bought them whenever they purchased a new chart DVD. While they were in the right sort of mindset, most of the staff at the store would do their best to persuade the customers that it wasn't necessary but with the older clientele, it just wasn't worth it.

Smiling over at Madison, Arjun spotted one of the other floor supervisors making their way over to him so he quickly said his goodbyes and made his way over to the large rows of shelves where the DVD's, CD's, video games and several of the larger electrical items were. As Arjun made his way over to the shelves, his feet moved from the linoleum floor of the hardware section into a more fabric based floor, the difference in the floor was a welcome change and Arjun found himself actually glad that he wasn't going to be wearing out the soles of his shoes so much. Making his way down the aisles, Arjun looked around for anyone he could attempt to prey on. Walking down the aisle of entertainment for the Playstation 4 video game console, he found himself drawn to a woman in a long blue sundress inspecting two large boxes that showed off various bundle deals for the console and gear that could come with it.

She looked absolutely lost. Easy prey for the Indian American man.

Walking up behind her, Arjun cleared his throat and did his best not to gasp when she turned around to look at him. While her face was somewhat obscured by large ray bans, Arjun could tell just how attractive this woman was. She had long golden hair that was loose and around her shoulders and her body was very slim yet athletic. She shot him a million dollar smile and the boxes she was looking at came down ever so slightly, the swelling of her breasts doing their best to draw Arjun's attention away from her face. Before it got too weird, Arjun managed to find his words.

"Hello there Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Hi! Yeah, you can! I'm thinking of starting a stream and kinda need to know which console I should buy?"

Beautiful and a gamer? Vishnu take him now...

"Well, neither of these consoles are specifically tailored for streaming, it all depends on what your internet setup is like. If I had to suggest a package for that though?" Arjun tapped the box in her right hand. "This is the one I'd go for. It's more expensive but it does come with a headset, which would be useful for communicating to your viewers, and it also comes with two of the more popular streaming games as well. Both of them are shooters, so they're fast paced games but they are also pretty easy to get the hang of so it won't be like you'll be floundering right away or anything." Arjun said with a smile, as if she was going by his advice, she placed the other box down as part of the display while she inspected the front of it. Arjun neatly bumped the box back so that the front of the casing was level with the small groove at the front of the shelf.

"What does this mean? 'Black Tie Service'?" The woman asked, sticking a perfectly manicured finger at one of the many bullet points on the front of the plastic box. The Black Tie Service was one of the many features that the store offered, it was a service that basically meant that the store members would be doing all of the heavy lifting for them, they would set up all of the tech bits for them. This was typically reserved for the not so tech literate or for families who were too busy to do it themselves. Looking at the blonde and going by the questions she had asked, Arjun assumed that she was the former and not the latter.

"That's basically a service where you pay a little extra and a member of staff will come over and set everything up for you. You don't really need to pay for it if you think you can do it yourself." Arjun answered honestly, looking at the woman, he didn't want to do anything to possibly upset her or feel like he was overcharging her. When the woman chewed on her bottom lip and looked at him, Arjun laughed. “Or you could pay it in case you didn't feel like doing it yourself.” He said with a sly wink that made the woman giggle.

“So what else do you think I should get?” The woman asked, tucking the blue Perspex box under her arm and beaming at the man. She was looking at him as if anything he said would be good enough so Arjun took her on a tour of the store. Going through a list of games that were good, not necessarily for streaming but just a good game, games that were critically panned but he enjoyed and also some of the upcoming preorders as well. She wasn't blindly following his suggestions but the way she was piling stuff into the basket did make it seem like she was buying more than she put back.

Walking towards the middle of the store, the pair were away from the aisles of electrical items and accessories and were closer to some of the larger items such as chairs, Laz-E-Boys and kitchen appliances. The woman walked over to one of the more high range gaming chairs and inspected the plastic information tag that had been fastened to it. Looking over at Arjun, she spoke to him.

“What about these ones? Should I get a gaming chair to go with it?”

Arjun rubbed at his chin, this was a tricky decision for him. He had never really seen the appeal of the chairs, they were large, tacky and over priced and never really did anything for him. He thought they were a waste of money, but that chair going in the basket could make him some sweet commission. However, he was just raised too well. Shaking his head, Arjun spoke in a slightly lower tone as to not alert anyone in the higher chain of management as he told her his opinion on the gaming chairs.

"Honestly? Aside from the sweet comission, I wouldn't suggest this chair to anyone. I just don't think they work well as something you could use for the average gaming session. I would go for just a normal chair personally."

The blonde looked over the chair, chewing on her lip before turning back to look at him. "I think I'm going to get one."

Arjun couldn't exactly tell her no. She was the customer after all and no matter how much he may disagree with customers, they were always right so he could only suggest the best one to get for her. Nodding his head and offering the pretty blonde a smile, he made his way over to the chairs, the display models all held under various lighting displays to make them look like the best they were. Arjun listed all of the various features that the chairs all held before the woman settled on a royal blue, black mixed chair that was named 'The Phantom' and came with built in speakers and also vibration features that were tied to the games console. It was advertised as a perfect addition to any Playstation Four games console and Arjun was almost convinced that that was the reason why the mystery woman had opted to buy it but it all came across as beautiful commission for him.

The woman seemed quite content with how much she had bought and what the basket was looking like right now so Arjun guided the woman down towards the front of the store and towards the registers, one of which he opened for her and started to ring up the purchases. Bagging up the games and some of the accessories, Arjun hit one of the 'Call' buttons so one of the stock runners would be able to grab some of the smaller items such as the actual PS4. While Arjun brought up the purchases, he offered the add on sale of the Black Tie Service, she smiled and nodded her head, more than happy to spend just a little extra to save herself the hassle presumably of fixing up the console, chair and the whole new array. As Arjun brought up the screen necessary to fill in the information, and as he did so, he heard some of the team behind him start to talk in hushed whispers about something. Looking over his shoulder at them before coming back to the screen in front of him. The colourful menu screen came to life and Arjun started to fill out the screen.

The woman had opted for some privacy and rather than speaking out loud for all of her
personal details, which was a fair decision, she had filled out a small paper pad that contained all of her details. Her name, address, a proof of ID and also the tier of her coverage which was the basic enough version to ensure that someone would turn up to set up the equipment for her. Arjun tapped away at the on screen keyboard filling in the details as he read over the notepad. His tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth as his fingers rushed over the screen, filling in the data. Hitting the final form, a drop down box appeared on the screen and he pressed his index finger against the box, a list of three names came up.

"Okay, so you've got a choice of three people to put the equipment up. When do you want this done by?" Arjun asked, looking over the small rota that was kept to the side of the register.

"Tomorrow if possible please." The blonde said with a smile.

"Okay, so that will mean..." Arjun lifted the clipboard that was filled with the names and pressed his index finger against the boxes on the paper before finding his own name available there. "That means I'm going to be the one fitting it in! Okay, great. So I'll book you in for... One thirty? Is that doable?" He asked, looking up at her as she had her own phone out. She bit down on her lip before nodding her head.

"One thirty, yeah that's great!" She said with a smile, looking down at his nametag before offering him another big smile. "Arjun, I'll see you tomorrow. I live in a gated building, so just make sure to buzz and one of my people will let you in. I'll see you tomorrow!" She said, turning on her heel and walking out of the store as one of the whispering staff members came up behind him.

"Dude! Do you know who that was?" He asked, slapping Arjun on the back.

"Yeah it was..." Arjun looked over the name she had provided. "Katie Cassidy. Why?"

"She's on Arrow! She's a fucking TV star man!" The other girl said, walking up behind him and looking over his shoulder at the details of the TV star. Arjun shook his head and swiped away the information before trying to find something to do.

"Is that all you do? Just stalk me?" Arjun asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he moved over to correct the angle of one of the display model televisions that was playing a movie. "Besides, it's probably not her. She could be some other girl."

The duo looked at each other before shaking their heads and walking off towards the DVD section of the store. A few beats passed and the duo came rushing back with a boxset of Arrow in hand, their fingers both pointing at a blonde on the front of the box. Taking it from them, Arjun attempted to humour them before his eyes went ever so slightly wide at the sight of the woman. It was difficult to tell with the sunglasses that had been covering the eyes of the woman but it was a highly unlikely chance that she wasn't the same woman. Rubbing at the top of his spine, Arjun looked around before the staff were all laughing at him. Rolling his eyes, Arjun put the DVD back in the small basket that was set aside for things that customers didn't want any more. Rolling his eyes, Arjun went back to patrolling around the front of the store but he couldn't help but wonder... Was he really going to be spending most of tomorrow night at a celebrity's house?

Having spent most of the rest of his shift working his way through a series of silly, retail based questions, Arjun was on his moped back to his home. Thinking back to it, Arjun's body was almost on autopilot as he thought about what was happening. Was he really going to be spending a paid shift at a celebrity's house?

The next day, Arjun had worked his way through all of the majority of his issues and time at the store, the Indian American man was riding towards a very nice part of town, so nice in fact that he had needed to check in at a gate before carrying on. Arjun didn't even need to check his location as the sight of a large truck was hovering near one of the houses. He recognised the logo and pressed down on his bike, heading towards the location of the big truck. Pulling up behind it, Arjun stood up and kicked the bottom of his foot against the kickstand of his bike before taking the keys out of the ignition and walking up the driveway towards the larger men who were lugging the heavy equipment down towards the home. Looking around, he spotted a man who had an iPad in hand and waved towards him.

"Arjun? Arjun Sadana?" He asked, peering down at his iPad before looking up at the tech savvy man who smiled and nodded his head. "Right, hi, my name's Marcus and I'm Miss Cassidy's personal assistant. She's busy filming right now but she should be back in later on today. I'm to stay with you as you get this all set up. If you'd like to follow me?" Marcus waved Arjun inside of the home, the man from the big box retailer smiling at the men who had brought the products inside and placed them in the front room. Arjun looked around before nodding his head, sticking his hand into his jeans pocket, the man pulled a big, red box cutter out of his pocket and started to strip down the large boxes that were filled to the brim with technological items she, Katie Cassidy, had bought from his store.

Setting up the gaming chair first, Arjun had the whole thing rigged up and was facing the wall mounted television. The man had no idea if the blonde would be able to view the game correctly like that but if Katie was going to be home soon, then she could adjust it herself. Next, he took out the slim box that contained her Playstation 4 and started to rig up the gaming console to her TV, cables were in his hand as he attached one end to the other and then the sounds of the device powering up filled Arjun's ears as it came to life. Taking a step back, the Indian American man looked up at the screen and raised an eyebrow when he realised that there was no sort of connection being made. Getting his phone up, he inspected the screen and realised that there was no viable connection to the internet.

"Marcus? Has-" Arjun started, calling out to the other man before turning to see Katie Cassidy standing there. She was clad in a tight, white button up blouse that had a few buttons near to the top undone but a fashionable scarf was wrapped around her neck, obscuring her cleavage. Her bottoms were covered by a mid thigh length skirt that had a pair of midnight black leggings on underneath it and Katie completed the look with a pair of knee high boots and a pair of sunglasses. "Oh... Hi."

"Hey there," Katie muttered cooly, looking him up and down before taking a step inside. "What did you want to talk to Marcus about?"

"It's just, I'm not seeing an internet connection, has it not been set up yet?"

"Oh, no not yet. The providers were supposed to have set it up but we still haven't heard anything." Katie explained, her eyes coming into view as she took the sunglasses off of her head and tucked them into the pocket of her skirt. "Oh cool! Is it working now?" Katie asked, walking into her room and looking at the game screen as the visuals of the main menu of the Playstation came to life. Stopping just to the side of Arjun, Katie placed her hands on her hips and looked at the TV before bending over to take the controller from Arjun's hand and moving the cursor around with experimental taps of the d-pad. "Cool..." Katie muttered to herself, inspecting the screen before turning to look at the man. "So, do we need the internet to be connected to get it all set up?" She asked as Arjun nodded his head in agreement.

"Yeah, I can get everything setup but without an active connection I can't really make sure every single thing you asked me to set up is working. Don't worry though, part of your plan made sure that I will be the one who's going to be doing it for you. You won't be stuck on the phone to them." Arjun chuckled as Katie tossed the controller down to the leather couch opposite him. Katie's hands came down and brushed against Arjun's shoulders gently before she walked towards the back of the front room where there was a fork in her home. She made her way over towards the door frame and looked over her shoulder at him before nodding towards where the kitchen was.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go change. If you want a drink of something or whatever, just help yourself. Marcus has gone home so it's just going to be the two of us now."

The way Katie had said that did seem like it was something more than it was. Arjun just assumed it was still his friends were being silly and they were starting to affect how he was thinking. It was crazy to think that anything would happen, this was real life not some bad porn movie and there was no way that someone like her would even be interested in someone like him. Shaking his head gently, Arjun went back to unboxed the equipment that had arrived today. Breaking open a smaller box that held the expensive webcam, Arjun broke open the box and then started to unravel the USB cable and other items to make it work. Plugging the webcam into the USB slot at the front of the console, Arjun sat back and looked up at the screen as it came to life and showed the tech savvy man staring back into it. Rubbing his hands together, Arjun started to push the cardboard back into a large pile so it would be easier to dispose of once everything was done.

Next, Arjun broke out the headset that Katie had bought. Placing it on the table in front of him, the man looked it over before plugging it into the bottom of her controller and running through a quick test of it. Satisfied with how it was all going so far, Arjun started to work through the selection of games that the beautiful blonde had purchased. As he ran through the selection of games that she had bought, the phone began to ring. Looking over at it, he nearly answered it before it stopped ringing and he heard Katie pick it up on the other side of the house. There was a brief pause before there was sounds of footsteps and Katie appeared in the hallway brandishing the house phone.

"It's my internet, can you?" She asked, waving her phone around in a near universal sign for him to take over. While it was a perfectly acceptable request, Arjun was somewhat surprised by the fact that Katie had appeared in the doorway in only her bra. Somewhat slack jawed, Arjun walked over and took the phone from her as she grinned and walked back to her bedroom. The door closed behind her and Arjun was left talking to some guy, ironically, in India. Walking over towards the internet router, Arjun started to work his way through every little problem and issue that the connection had and all the old pieces of tech that had been shipped out to the home of TV star, Katie Cassidy. Unfolding a paper clip that he always kept in his pocket, Arjun tapped the reset button a few more times before cursing under his breath.

Why was the internet so difficult to set up sometimes!?

Running through a series of tricks he knew, the retail tech savant started to process some of his better ideas to break through the suspiciously crappy and cheap modem to get it working. Soon, the red series of dots flickered to an artificial yellow before flashing and holding on a green colour. His hands came off of the small blue box ever so carefully as if he were scared that taking his hands off any quicker would break the machine and undo all his hard work. Sitting back on his legs, the man carefully lifted the modem up and placed it out of an obvious position to ensure that it wouldn't be a nuisance to Katie. Speaking of Miss Cassidy, there was a brief pause where he didn't fully appreciate the fact that he was in a famous woman's house, alone with her as well. Smiling to himself, Arjun looked up from where he was working to see the owner of the house walking back into the front room. She had changed out of her shooting stuff and moved into a snug heather grey vest and a pair of midnight black yoga pants. Walking into her front room, Katie smiled over at Arjun before walking right past him towards her kitchen. Making herself a cup of steaming hot coffee, she looked over at Arjun and lifted up an empty cup to ask him whether he wanted one or not, the Indian American tech guru simply smiled and shook his head.

The sounds of the drawers and cabinets in Katie's kitchen were near silent as she went about making herself her own cup of coffee all while Arjun was doing as the person on the other side of the line did their best to assist him. Finally, the little lights on the modem flicked to a standard glowing green and as Arjun took a step backwards, the modem simply connected to the internet and everything inside of the house was now connected to the super fast internet she had purchased. Sighing in relief, Arjun looked over his shoulder to Katie and offered her a warm smile.

"Looks like it's all done with the internet. I can get you signed up for your streaming services if you'd like or I can just leave you to it and you can get it all set up yourself?" Arjun asked, walking back to look at Katie as she poured the boiling water into the small porcelain mug she had for her coffee. Stirring it with a small spoon, Katie looked over at Arjun and then at the TV before shrugging her shoulders.

"Is it going to be hard?"

Arjun shook his head. "No, not really. It's a lot of working out your username and then signing it up." Arjun admitted, stuffing his hands into his bottoms. "Should take about five minutes." He added with a chuckle. "The hardest part would probably be working out your username."

Katie beamed and nodded her head, her long golden hair bouncing as she nodded eagerly.

"Okay, cool! Did you have any other spots to do tonight?" Katie asked, holding the steaming cup of coffee up to her breasts.

"I don't, you're my last drop off tonight."

Katie made a slight noise of confirmation before nodding her head again slightly slower. "Can you... Boy, this is going to sound weird... Is there a way to increase my internet security?"

"Your internet security? Why... Oh... Oh, I'm with you." Arjun admitted, knowing fully that she was talking about the Fappening, a security breach in which many famous people's iCloud accounts were hacked and various nudes and sex acts were leaked to the internet for all the perverts to gawp over. Of course, Arjun had certainly looked at a few as well. He had never heard of Katie before, but after the incident in the store and Arjun working out, just who she was, he had looked at some of her pictures. His eyes drifted over Katie's body slightly before looking back to the internet's modem. Walking over to it, Arjun lifted one of the boxes up and leafed his way through the extra parts of the contents to find one of the extra trial accounts she had from buying the modem. "This is a pretty good service, it's the one I use myself. Your internet will work well with it, keep your bank details and any passwords safe and away from the cloud."

Arjun offered her a smile before doing his best to fully appreciate that he had mentioned the word cloud, Arjun realised that he had shown off his hidden card. Looking at the blonde woman, the man could see the hurt and pain on her face. It wasn't just hurt and pain though, it was embarrassment as well. Not that she had anything to be embarrassed about of course, she certainly looked great. But could he tell her that?

No, probably not.

"Keep those naughty pictures offline huh?" Katie said, finally breaking the awkwardness that had started to develop between the two.

"Ah... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, honestly. It's not like it was just me that got caught in it right?"

"I guess... Still, sucky thing for them to do. No matter how good the photos were."

"They were good were they?" Katie said with a grin, moving from foot to foot slightly before playfully punching him in the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I won't tell."

Still... Shaking his head, the man smiled and passed her the small cardboard sleeve that had a scratch off code that she would need to use. Arjun casually walked her through the procedure as to what she would need to do to get herself signed up, Arjun looked around before showing off the stack of games, sticking one of the discs inside of the PS4 which hungrily ate up the disc and started to install the game and download the game's patch. Running his hand against the outside of his exposed arm, Arjun offered his goodbyes and made his way out of the apartment, heading over towards his bike and checking in with his bosses to let them know that he was done with the last job. Sitting back on his bike, Arjun started to type out a message to some of his friends when he heard a voice calling out to him. Looking around, he saw Katie waving towards him, looking panicked. Taking his crash helmet off of his head, Arjun stuffed the helmet under his head and climbed off of his bike, walking over to meet Katie at the bottom of her driveway.

"Katie? What's wrong?" He asked, looking over at her.

"My internet's gone down again. Can you come and take a look at it?"

Walking inside of the room, Arjun dropped his helmet off on one of the coat hooks near to the door and as he walked back inside of the room he heard the door behind him click shut. Not thinking much of it, Arjun walked inside of the room and was greeted by the sight of the TV and her PS4 downloading a series of updates. Pausing and looking at it, Arjun was about to say something when his breath caught in his throat when he felt Katie's hands slip inside of her pants leg pockets. His head turned to the side slightly as he felt the warm breath of the TV star against his neck.

"Oops... My mistake. Well, you're here now. Should we think about something else to do now?" Katie asked, her lips coming down and brushing against his bare skin as her hands slipped all the way down to the base of his pockets. Pulling her hands out of his pockets, Katie's hands slipped around the front of his pants and quickly undid the belt with relative ease. The metal prod slipped from the holes of his jeans and with a rather rapid movement, she had tugged his pants down and the puddle of denim was at his feet. Almost working on auto pilot, the man stepped out of the jeans and turned to face Katie Cassidy who had now linked her long, slender arms around Arjun's neck. Her right hand came down and cupped his cheek gently before she closed her eyes and the two moved forward, their lips pressing together for the first time.

The two pairs of lips mashed together as Katie pushed her small body up against Arjun's. Katie had her arms wrapped tightly around Arjun's shoulders as she slowly encouraged the tech savant backwards, the two moving together in perfect harmony before he was soon planted flat on his ass on the couch and Katie was soon right back on his lap, sitting on him and slowly grinding herself against him as the kiss deepened and their lips opened so that their tongues could find one anothers. Katie moaned into the deep kiss, her small pink tongue finding Arjun's with ease, the two tongues rolled around with each others as Arjun ran his hands over Katie's back before running down to the round curve of her ass. Squeezing her ass cheeks through her black yoga pants, Arjun smiled around the French kiss as Katie moaned louder into the embrace.

Letting his hands come up off of her ass and wrapping them both around her, Arjun rolled her around so that she was now lying flat on her back on the couch. The Indian-American man placed one of his hands by the side of Katie's halo of splayed out blonde hair and kept his body lifted up off of the couch so that he could still kiss Katie but he also wasn't in danger of crushing her. Katie wrapped a leg around her new lover and held him close to her as they started to work together in kissing each other hotter and hotter with every passing moment. Katie's hands roamed over the back of the man who had now, effectively mounted her on her own couch. Her fingers trailed over the curves of Arjun's back, her hands now under his polo shirt and touching his darker skin. Katie slowly broke her lips off of his and her mouth instantly came up to attach her teeth to his earlobe, nibbling on it.

As she was biting on his ear, Arjun had his own hands on her body, cupping her breasts and then teasing her flat tummy. The man moved his hand down her stomach and slipped his hand inside of her yoga pants and as soon as he slipped inside of them, he was somewhat surprised to feel that she wasn't wearing any underwear under the pants. Running his fingers down through a soft bush of pubic hair that sat on top of her vagina, Arjun found the tip of his index finger pressing against her folds. A slight layer of moisture was already on her lower lips and that did prompt the man to wonder just how often she had been thinking about jumping his bones. His finger ran over her lower lips before he slowly nudged his index finger inside of her.

Her lower lips split open around his invading finger and as soon as it did slip open, Katie's back arched and her breath instantly hitched in her throat. A burst of hot air hit his skin, which in turn made his skin goose pimple and his own breath jump slightly. Katie's leg tightened slightly around Arjun's lower back as if to encourage him to keep going. So, he did. Pushing the finger right back inside of her, he started to slip his finger in and out, angling his finger in a crooked motion to almost scoop inside of her hot, wet folds. Arjun started to slowly explore all of Katie's tight insides, his finger moving in and out of her, stroking against the top of her pussy Arjun made sure to listen to every little noise Katie made as her teeth was hitched in his ear and she was definitely enjoying it. Her fingers were digging into his back, her nails scratching against his skin as Arjun started to roll his finger in and out, making sure to scratch against the same spot and also stimulate the motion of going in and out of her entrance. Finger fucking her slowly, the Indian American tech guru continued to rub inside of her while she let out a low, horny growl against his ear.

"Fuck... Feels so good!" She whispered in his ear, her fingers brushing against his back as her other leg kicked out in pleasure. Moving his thumb against her folds, Arjun started to lazily stroke against her clit with slow circles. Listening to how she reacted, the man slowly pushed his middle finger inside of her, the two digits stuck together and made sure to doubly stimulate the same spot inside of her as Katie got damper and more and more into it. Slipping his two fingers in and out of her, Arjun could feel Katie's tight walls getting more and more wet and soon, her entire folds were dripping around him. Katie's mouth instantly latched onto Arjun's neck, her teeth sinking into his skin as her back arched up off of the couch and her orgasm took over. Katie's entire body seemed to vibrate as her hands latched onto Arjun's arm that had his fingers inside of her and she started to cum hard. Her vocabulary was just a mess of curse words and panting as her back arched and her legs kicked out in sheer delight.

"Oh fuck... Fuck!" Katie let out in an eventual pant, her body coming back down from the high and her body hit the couch with a heavy thud. She brought a hand up to her head, running against it and looking at the beads of sweat that had started to form on her forehead. "Fuck... You did good!" She let out, a smile over her face as she realised just how hot and sweaty she must have looked still underneath her tech guy on the couch. She looked up at him and quickly pulled his lips down for another hot kiss, their mouths parted and their tongues instantly wrapped around each others again. Katie moaned into the kiss before she managed to find the strength to pull herself up and throw him backwards so that he was now sitting down on the couch. With her still dressed, Katie broke the kiss and stood up off of the couch. Wobbling backwards slightly, she was definitely still pleasure drunk off of the orgasm but she still had a big smile on her face.

Bending over, Katie wriggled herself out of her yoga pants which were now dripping with her orgasm. Stepping out of them, Katie reached down and grabbed the bottom of her workout vest. Pulling it off, Arjun could see her hard nipples which already had graced the internet, but he also had the good fortune of seeing them in front of him. Licking his lips, he was about ready to reach up and get a hold of her but Katie was eager to just stop him where he was. Placing a hand on his chest, Katie kept him in the seat and then ran a hand through her hair.

"So... You saw all of my pictures?" There was a pause and Katie put her hands on her hips. "Be honest."

"Yes. Yes, I did."

"Saw me suck dick?"

"I did."

"Want me to suck your dick?" Katie asked, a flirty smirk on her face.

"Yes please."

"Good boy. Manners cost nothing right?" She added, a wink on her face before she got down onto her hands and knees and pushed his legs apart.

Katie's hands worked on undoing Arjun's belt, pulling the leather away from its hold and slipping it open so that the belt could come loose. The blonde woman was acting as if she were possessed on stripping the pants off of the tech guy who was sat on her couch. Lifting his hips up off of the couch, the pants slid down his long legs and as he stepped out of them, Katie moved to pop the button of his red and white checkered boxer shorts open. With the small parting in the fabric, the actress reached her hand inside of them and pulled his hard cock out of his boxer shorts. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his dark cock, Katie looked over the hard cock that was now throbbing hard. Licking her lips, Katie slowly lifted her hand up and then down, stroking it while she looked at the tip of his dick.

Nodding her head at the sight of it, Katie opened her mouth and reached over. Planting a soft kiss on the tip of his dick's head, the blonde actress murmured softly in delight at just how it tasted. Looking up into his dark brown eyes, Katie opened her mouth up and slipped the top of his cock into her mouth. Swallowing just the head, Katie kept her right hand wrapped around the base of his thick prick, keeping it steady as she pushed her warm, wet mouth down on him. Her eyes remained firmly open though and as she slipped her mouth up and down, Katie made sure to double team him by stroking her hand up and down while she sucked on him. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his length, her tongue beating against the underside of his dark cock, lathering it in her warm, wet spit while she sucked on him. Looking up into his eyes, Katie was positively beaming around the big, fat, Indian cock in her mouth as she got the exact reaction she wanted while she blew him.

Lifting her lips up off of his prick, Katie bowed her head inside and using her left hand to keep his cock steady, she ran her tongue along the underside of his prick, teasing the vein that ran from his tip all the way down to his big balls that were settled on the couch. Running her tongue along the bottom, swiping her tongue from side to side, the tip was brushing over the vein and just touching that hot cock that she was so set on worshipping. Opening her mouth up again, Katie slipped the darker skinned cock into her mouth, swallowing maybe the first couple of inches as she wrapped both of her hands around the base and middle of his cock, stroking it while she slipped her lips up and down. Taking hold of his cock, Katie slapped the tip of his now fairly spit soaked cock against her plump lips.

"Mmmm fuck yeah. You like that Arjun?" She asked, licking her lips and using her right hand to break away a strand of saliva that had formed from her lips and onto his dark skinned cock. "This is such a nice dick. I can't wait to have it inside me." Katie said with a wide grin on her face, her other hand pumping his dick up and down quickly.

"I love it..." Arjun said, sighing softly. "I want to fuck you so bad..."

"You'll get that soon." Katie said, slapping the head of his cock against her lips again, getting more of her warm, wet spit on his dick. Katie opened her mouth up again and pushed her mouth down, this time pushing the cock inside of her mouth further and further. Katie kept a hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the blonde started to pump her lips up and down while she used her hand to keep moving up and down in an alternating pattern so that every bit of his hard, dark skinned cock. Her big eyes remained firmly locked on his as she sucked him faster and deeper. Moaning around the cock in her mouth, Katie continued to beat her tongue against the cock inside of her mouth while she stroked his bottom. Her other hand came up and cupped the balls, squeezing them and then using her nails to tease his heavy sack, Katie let out another moan as she closed her eyes briefly.

"Oh fuck that is so good..." Arjun moaned, his head tilting back on the couch as she worked on sucking his cock a little bit deeper. Feeling her lift her hand off of his dark skin, Arjun opened his eyes and looked down at her as she moved to push her lips all the way down and not stop until she had her lips pressing against his base and her nose buried in his thick, jet black pubic hair. With her deepthroating him, almost with ease, Arjun's eyes went wide as she opened her eyes and looked up at him before she coughed, spluttered and then brought her mouth up off of his cock.

Wiping away at the few errant tears that were starting to fall, Katie looked down at the cock that was now shining with her spit. Reaching in, Katie pushed the hard cock upwards so she could run her tongue from the bottom, all the way up to the top of his cock, her tongue reaching just under the wide head of his cock. Bathing the cock that she was so set on worshipping in her hot, wet and warm spit, Katie made sure to keep going. Running her tongue all over it and making sure to paste it fully in her spit, Katie could feel the cock throbbing and as her nails scratched against his heavy sack, Katie felt the cock twitch in her mouth.

"Shit... Going to fucking cum..." Arjun said with a sigh, his fingers digging into the couch as she blew him.

Katie kept her mouth wrapped around his cock and held him steady as she just formed a tight, vacuum seal around his cock and bobbed her head up and down, her hand slipping up and down with it to make sure she could fully milk him with his hot load. Arjun sighed and let out one final warning before his hips lifted up off of the couch and he started to cum. Firing a set of hot ropes into her mouth, Arjun cried out in pleasure as he came. Shooting nearly five ropes into her mouth, the tech savant sighed and his body fell back down to the couch in a defeated slump. Looking down at the actress who slowly pulled her lips up off of his cock with a wet popping noise. She opened her mouth up to show off his hot load and then with a big show, she closed her lips and swallowed his load down her throat completely.

Slowly pulling herself up to her feet, Katie was about ready to suggest that they move to her bedroom when Arjun beat her to it. Leaning down, he wrapped his darker skinned arms around her and hoisted her up into the air. His hands slipped down her frame and moved under her legs, holding her up in the air as her arms wrapped around his back almost on instinct. With her held up in the air, Arjun looked into her eyes as she slowly opened them up and they shared a look. Reaching down between her legs, she steaded his hard cock and slowly guided it towards her dripping wet entrance. The head of his length slipped between her petalled entrance and with a soft sigh, Arjun lowered her down onto his cock and with a push, Arjun had his cock inside of her.

Pushing his dick inside of her, the man who had been hired to install her PS4 and various other tech equipment was working on lowering her right down all the way until she had his cock buried all the way inside of her. His eyes never left Katie's beautiful face as her pussy accepted every last inch of his thick Indian cock inside of her. Watching her face with every inch that slipped inside of her, he didn't stop until his balls were pressing against her ass. Katie's fingers pressed into his dark skin, scratching against him as her entire body was lowered down on him. His fingers were digging into her ass, squeezing the flesh as he lifted her up on his dick and then guided her right back down. Keeping her hands on his back, Katie let her body fall back slightly so that he could look down at her breasts bouncing as he lifted her up and dropped her right back down on his big dick.

Lifting her up and dropping her back down again, Arjun controlled the pace of the buxom blonde on his lap. Watching her, the young Indian man worked out the way she liked it and made sure to focus on those spots, sliding his big cock inside of her, while angling his dick to brush against those hot spots inside of her. Listening to Katie's breathing as she was bounced up and down, Arjun licked his lips while she was slipped up and down. Hearing her breathing pick up, Arjun made sure to make a mental note of her spots and started to lift his feet up off of the floor, sliding his cock inside of her while she slipped down on his dick, squeezing his cock inside of her and making sure to stimulate her.

Arjun cried out in pleasure as her vaginial walls hugged him tightly. Her walls were already working on milking him with just how tight her pussy was but with every time he pushed himself inside of her, she would work on squeezing her walls around him and that made the man hiss in delight. If you were to combine that with the pleasure of her nails digging into his back then you could get a better understanding of just how good it felt for the Indian man to be fucking the white, blonde American woman. Still standing in the middle of Katie's front room, Arjun continued to lift her up and drop her right back down again. Katie's nails were leaving trail marks in the back of his skin as she was roughly bounced up and down on his dick. Katie lifted a hand up and wrapped it around the back of his neck while her other hand came down and settled on her own ass, keeping herself steady as she was bounced up and down on him.

"Mmmm fuck! This is such a good dick!" Katie moaned, looking over her shoulder and then right back to the Indian man who was lifting her up and dropping her down. Her eyes settled on his face while he bounced her up and down, she pulled herself forward and her breasts pressed against his flat chest as she came forward to whisper in his ear, her breath coming out in hot little bursts. "You like fucking my pussy Arjun?" Katie whispered to him, her tongue sneaking out and teasing his earlobe as he slammed her all the way down, prompting a small scream from the white woman.

"Mmmm fucking love it!" Arjun hissed, his words escaping his mouth as she rolled her hips around in a small circle when his cock slipped all the way inside of her. "You're so fucking hot." Arjun cried out, lifting his hips up off of the floor.

With this position, while as fun as it was, it was difficult for them to keep going. So, thinking, quite literally, on his feet, Arjun dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and kept her buried on his dick. Walking with her, he made sure to bounce her up and down on his dick, walking forward and sliding her wet pussy up and down on his Indian dick, Arjun found him pressing Katie against the wall of the front room, next to where some fancy canvas pieces of art hung up off of the wall. Pressing her to the plaster of it, Arjun smiled widely as she wrapped her appendages around him, her arms around his shoulder blades and her legs wrapping around his waist to keep herself steady as he started to lift himself up inside of her.

With each pump inside of her, Katie's head fell back and she let out a low series of pants and groans as his big dick split her pussy open and she could already feel her folds leaking all over his dick. Her orgasm from his earlier fingering had definitely made her feel funny and her legs were still slightly trembling but with the feeling of his big dick pushing inside of her and her essentially being sandwiched between him and the hard wall of her front room, the actress of Laurel Lance was making her way to Cloud Nine and she was loving every minute of it. With each hard push inside her folds, her pussy was already working on squeezing him tightly and she was dead set on getting more of his hot cum out of his cock and inside of her in as many ways as she could do. Her head tilted backwards and she let out a cry of pleasure as her pussy was stretched beyond belief.

Arjun had his hands on her body, one on her thigh and the other on her breast, squeezing it with each push inside of her while the one on her thigh simply held her up and kept her exactly where he wanted her to be. Sliding himself inside of her, Arjun was working on angling his cock upwards to hit that same sweet spot he had found when he was fingering her. Arjun's cock did have a natural upwards curve to it already but with a simple flick of his hips, he was able to position his cock and use it to almost scoop against her hot spots. With each push inside of her, his Indian dick was working on stabbing against that sweet spot and her pussy was already welcoming him for it. Her folds were leaking her hot arousal juices all over the dark invader inside of her and dripping her juices all over him while he pushed inside of her. Arjun shoved his member inside of her and made sure to keep stabbing that same spot, with each pump inside of her, he could already hear her reacting to it and her breath was starting to climb in a state of arousal.

"Oh fuck!" Katie squealed, her limbs tightening around him as her pussy was working on making sure that she was going to cum all over his big Indian dick and the way she was being fucked with it. Arjun's big, Indian prick was sawing in and out of her, stretching her pussy and fucking her hot insides. Lifting his hips up inside of her with an increasing pace of penetration, Katie's body was warped from the pleasure being foisted on her and it was reacting in kind. Her body was starting to lash out and her arms came up off of his body and hit the wall almost in a mark of submission. With each hard pump inside of her, Katie's limbs were flailing and it was looking like she was going to be cumming again soon. With each shove inside her, Arjun watched her in fascination as her body arched up off of the cold plaster of her home and her pussy exploded, the pleasure taking her over and her arms flailing wildly, knocking one of the pieces of art off of the wall and down to the floor. The woman in his arms didn't care though. Her eyes were screwed shut tight and her voice was a string of obscenities as she came hard over his dick. "Fuck yes! Arjun! Fuck!" Katie panted, her head back and against the wall as she came hard over his length.

With her body being racked with pleasure, Arjun moved Katie off of the wall and moved her back to the couch where he had gotten his blowjob on and with a wet popping sound, Arjun pulled his cock out of her and dropped her down on the couch. Rolling her over to her hands and knees, Arjun grabbed a hold of her hips again and slipped himself right back inside of her with a single, long and deep thrust. The impact of his move made Katie throw her head back in pleasure, her long blonde hair, now damp with sweat, spiralled backwards and almost whipped her back as he took her pussy with another long, deep push. His hands came down and cupped her ass, squeezing her butt while she moaned for him. Looking over her shoulder at him, Katie bit down on her bottom lip before gasping to him.

“Make me cum again and you can fuck my ass.”

That was a challenge he could, quite literally, get behind. Pulling his dick backwards and then sliding forwards, Arjun made sure to change up his rate of sliding inside her, offering her short stabs with a quick pace before swapping to long, deep, slow thrusts forcing all of his dick inside of her at once. Katie’s thighs were slick with her arousal, her juices clinging to her skin and threatening to ruin the couch as Arjun pushed himself right back inside of her, his big, heavy balls slapping against her clit as he pumped himself inside of her. His hands kneaded against her round ass, looking down at the fleshy cheeks as he lifted his hand up and smacked her right cheek with an open palm, making the skin flush with red from his striking.

“Oh fuck, you have a nice ass.” Arjun said through gritted teeth as he smacked her ass again, prompting another squeal from the bent over actress. His hands ran up her body before reaching under her bouncing frame and he grabbed at her swinging breasts, kneading them firmly before pinching at the hard nipples. With him bent over her body, the two of them were rocking backwards and forwards on her couch. Both of their bodies were slick with sweat and as they fucked hard, the sound of them going at it in the most primal fashion was starting to ring out inside of her front room. Lifting a hand up off of the couch, the blonde white woman reached up behind her and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck so that the two could share a hot, wet French kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other's and they slowly kisses each other while Arjun rammed himself inside of her and roughly grabbed at her breasts.

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Codes: MF, Cons, Oral

Bryan Cameron smiled awkwardly as a camera flashed in front of him. It wasn't The Oscars but it was an award. Bryan lived his life in the glamorous world of an ice cream truck driver. He had been awarded the award for 'Best Ice Cream Delivery', it wasn't the most notable achievement but it beat working in an office.

The reporter asked him a few questions as Bryan answered nonchalantly.

"Now that you've won this award what would you like to do next?" He asked as he flipped open a notepad and started to jot down his answer.

"Well, I'd love to take Megan Fox out on a date!" Bryan said jokingly as the reporter laughed and took down his answer.

"Well this will be in the paper soon. I'm sure it will come out great!"

Bryan and the photographer parted ways, smiling to himself he walked home. The weather in New York was terrible as the heavens opened and rain started to pour. The rain started to tear down against the colorful skyline of New York. Bryan threw a few quarters into a local newsvendor to grab a paper, shielding himself from the rain.

Meanwhile in Los Angeles...

Megan looked out of her apartment surveying all of Hollywood, clad in only a pair of lacy panties and a bra, her manager was on the phone reading out news involving her.

"Oh, and an ice cream vendor in New York said he wanted to take you on a date."

"An ice cream vendor? How did he get into the news?" Megan asked as she twisted the string next to the window, shutting the blinds.

"He won an award and was asked what he wanted to do. Take you out on a date was his answer." Her manager said as Megan walked up to the counter her phone rested on.

"Really... I've wanted to go to NYC for a while now... Think you could arrange it?"

"Sure sweetie. You've got time off any way. Want me to book the flight now?"

"Yes please. Call me once it's done." Megan said as she hovered her right index finger over the 'Disconnect' button.

"Sure, I'll talk to you soon Megan." Anne said as the two ladies exchanged their goodbyes and hung up their phones.

'Time to get laid, girl!' Megan said to herself as she walked into her main bedroom to dress for the day.

Back in New York...

Bryan closed the door to his apartment and took a few steps inside the hall way. Bending down on one knee, Bryan grabbed the mail, quickly sifting through it, he found what wasn't junk and walked into the front room reading the mail. A few bills but that was it. Looking at his phone he saw there was a blinking red light indicating a message. Pressing the button the sound of Anne's office filled the air.

"Hi, I'm calling for Bryan Cameron. This is Anne Holloway, I'm a representative for Miss Megan Fox. Miss Fox would like to meet you, if you could call me back on 867-5309 we can arrange something. Thanks." Then the sound of a disconnected line filled the air.

"Oh shit." Bryan said aloud. One of the most desirable women on the planet wanted to meet with him.

Picking up the plastic receiver, Bryan nervously stabbed at the dial, punching in the number that had been read out. There were several rings before the same woman's voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hi. This is Bryan Cameron you left a message on my machine?" Bryan said, trying to keep his tone steady.

"Oh, hi! Yeah, so Miss Fox is looking to come down for the coming weekend. Would you be able to meet her?"

Fighting to keep control of his hands, Bryan kept the phone in his hand and spoke again. "Sure... The uhh... Saturday?"

"Yeah. She'll be flying into JFK airport where she will be met by a tour guide. She'll be staying at the Hilton. Can you pick her up for 12 o'clock?" Anne asked.

"Sure. The Hilton at 12 on Saturday." Bryan repeated, confirming the details.

"Great. Thanks a lot!" With that Anne hung up the phone.

Bryan jumped on the spot and punched the air. A date with mother fuckin' Megan Fox! He practically pranced over to his calendar hanging on the wall and circled the up and coming Saturday with a big black marker.

The next few days sailed past as Bryan dreamed about meeting Megan Fox. Business was good mercifully, allowing Bryan to buy a decent enough dinner jacket and some smart pants for his date.

Amid the usual cursing at other drivers and general scumbags on the road, Bryan had to circle the block several times, waiting for a space to come available. On what seemed to be the fifteenth trip, Bryan saw that a guest was leaving. Using every trick outside of a flux capacitator, he scooted inside the space swearing at everyone who swore at him.

He sat at the wheel and calmed down, he sat outside the Hilton for at least five minutes as he struggled to drum up the courage to go in and find her. Tapping his fingers on his car's steering wheel in an uneasy rhythm, Bryan checked his rear view mirror not entirely sure what he was looking for.

Sighing, Bryan twisted the key in the ignition and pulled the key from the slot. Stepping out of his car, Bryan slammed the door shut and locked it. Walking onto the sidewalk, Bryan looked up at the large opening and decided to step up to the large doorway. Stopping, Bryan looked over his shoulder and saw a vendor. Smiling, he stepped back down and made his way across the street.

Walking up to the vendor, he fished into his pocket and pulled out a note. Passing it to the vendor, he selected some a large bunch of violets. Smiling, he took a long sniff of the flowers and smiled. Thanking the young girl, Bryan head back across the road and into the Hilton. Walking up to the reception desk, as requested Bryan would ask for Megan by her Transformers character. Seeing a young blonde girl behind the desk busy in paper work, Bryan smiled and cleared his throat to indicate he was there.

"Hi, I'm here for Miss Barnes." Bryan said, referring to Megan's character in Transformers. The receptionist nodded, barely acknowledging him. She punched in a number and was quiet for a moment as the call went through.

"Miss Barnes? Your gentleman caller is here." There was a brief pause. "Yes Ma'am. Yes, I understand. Thank you." She placed the receiver down and went back to the paper work. "She'll be down soon. You can have a seat if you'd like." The receptionist said flatly.

Nodding, Bryan walked over to the seats and sat down. Keeping the violets still as he waited patiently. Minutes, that seemed like hours, passed as Bryan waited for Megan to make her first, grand appearance.

There was a steady click-click-click of heels on the marble floor as Megan walked up to Bryan.

"Hey, are you Bryan?" Megan asked, Bryan looked up, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. Dressed in a pair of black high heels, her legs had a second skin of lacy stockings and her killer curves were hidden by a tight silky black dress. Her long black hair was down by her shoulders. Megan smiled as Bryan's eyes finally met hers.

"Wow... I mean yeah... Yeah! Yeah I am! A real treat to meet you Miss Fox!" Bryan stammered, his nerves getting the better of him.

"Megan please! Miss Fox is my mother. It's always nice to meet a fan!" Megan said with a smile, offering her hand to shake. Bryan smiled and took it, lightly placing a kiss on the ridge of her knuckle. Megan smiled, her cheeks flushing red.

"That was very sweet of you. Are you ready to go?" Megan asked as Bryan stood up, concealing the flowers behind his back.

"Just about, I've got something for you though." Bryan said with a smile, passing her the flowers from behind his back.

"Oh my! You didn't have to do this!" Megan said with a smile.

"Well, I've never managed to take any girl out on a date without buying her flowers first. Why break tradition?" Bryan said with a smile.

"Well it was very nice of you! I'll just get these put in water then we can go." Megan said with a smile. Walking over to the receptionist, Megan passed over a few words and passed her the flowers and in return received a brown paper bag.

Smiling, Megan turned around and walked over to Bryan, diving into the paper bag as she walked. "Ready to go?"

"Absolutely... What's with the bag?" Bryan asked as the two walked out on to the busy, bustling street of New York City.

"Oh, it's just something I use to not be Megan Fox." She then removed a red headed wig that she placed on top of her head. "See? Now I'm Barbara Houser. Prom queen of Denton, Texas." Bryan had to admit, she did in fact look a little different.

"So what do you want to do?" Megan asked, as the two stepped out onto the busy New York street, teeming with life.

Bryan had not eaten all day. He had feared that eating anything would result in it coming up again in the form of vomit, and probably hitting Megan with it. He didn't want that. His stomach was close to shooting out a flare for survival purposes.

"Well, are you hungry? Because I could eat." Bryan said, looking at 'Barbara.'

"Sure! Did you drive here?"

"So, any idea as to where you want to eat?" Bryan asked as he scanned the shop's fronts looking for a suitable place to eat.

"Is there a decent Italian around here?" Megan asked, scanning the other side.

"Well, there's Pannuci's. A great little place near where I live." Bryan said, looking at her ever so slightly.

"Sounds great!" Megan said enthusiastically. Bryan made the necessary changes and drove them away to the Italian restaurant. The drive was fairly uneventful, filled with the usual small talk as they reached the restaurant.

Pulling up to the street's side walk, Bryan placed a few quarters in the meter and the two walked inside the room. Seeing all the tables booked up, the two walked over to the bar and ordered some drinks. A soda for Bryan and a glass of red wine for Megan. As they waited for a table, Megan controlled the conversation as they talked about life in general.

"So why did you get into delivering ice cream? Why not something else? Like UPS or DHL?" Megan asked.

"Well, a long time ago some punk kid gave my Dad a fake bank note. It bankrupted him. It... It drove him to suicide and I took up the quest to find who delivered the note."

Megan's mouth was agape slightly. "Really?"

"Yeah, last I heard he was living in New York on the prowl for young inexperienced ice cream truck drivers."

Megan simply stared, aghast with the story he had just told.

"Of course I'm joking." Bryan said with a smile, getting a playful punch on the arm from Megan. "Honestly? I think I just enjoy seeing kids faces light up on a hot Summer evening. It's great because it reminds me of my time as a kid."

"That's really great. You know, I've been asking all of the questions here. Are you afraid of something?" Megan asked, getting a bit closer to him.

"Well, I guess it's because you're a celebrity and I'm just some two-bit ice cream delivery guy."

"Wow. Is that what you think of me? Because I've been in a couple of 'blow em up' movies I don't want a real thing?" Megan asked, sounding genuinely hurt.

"No... No of course not!" Bryan said, stammering trying to keep the date back on track.

"Well... Could... Could you show me your truck?" Megan asked. "It's still early and it's Saturday! Could we go on a trip with the truck?" Megan asked. Excitement building in her voice.

"Sure. I guess so!"

With that, the two paid for their drinks and left the bar, having not eaten at all. Walking to Bryan's car, they got in and drove over to his house. Pulling up to the left hand side of the driveway, they got out and walked into the ice cream truck. Opening the side door, he let Megan climb in first.

"Wow!"

The truck wasn't that big on the inside, it's back compartment was close to nine foot in length with a five foot width. There wasn't much room to move in as a lot of it was filled up with freezers and added things for the ice creams.

"Yeah, so this is where I work. I'm sure it's not as glamorous as some of the places you go..."

"Well, it's certainly more fun!" Megan said with a grin. "Not to be rude... But you have your own house and car? How can you afford that living in New York?"

"Combination of things, I got a big inheritance from my Grandparents and ice cream delivery isn't my main job. I do a lot of free lance deliveries and work for UPS."

"Ah." She said, smiling as she looked around.

Bryan had climbed into the drivers side of the truck and had started the engine.

"You ready to go Megan?" He asked, ready to drive.

"Sure! Can I grab something to eat from back here?" Megan asked.

"Sure!"

Bryan started the engine and began to drive, as Megan came out from behind and started licking a chocolate ice cream cone.

"You know, you have to pay for those!" Bryan said jokingly, he had no intention of making his date pay for the food.

"Oh? Really?" Megan asked. Megan wobbled ever so slightly and dropped the ice cream in between his crotch. Bryan thought this was odd as they hadn't hit any bumps or made a sudden stop that would cause her to wobble. Could that be an ulterior motive?

"Oops, let me clean that up for you baby."

Reaching into her purse, Megan pulled out a paper napkin and leant into his crotch region. Making a cupping motion with her hand, Megan started to dab at the food on the seat. As she dabbed on the seat, she slowly started to move her hand closer and closer to his groin. Looking up at him, she smiled and sexily winked at him as she put the napkin on his lap.

Pressing the napkin down, Megan made a silent 'Oh' noise as she felt his cock grow hard in his pants. Inverting the paper towel, Megan made sure that the chocolate ice cream was on the inside of the napkin.

Bryan's dick was rock hard running down his left leg. Megan could see the bulge and smiled, wrapping the paper around his shaft, she lightly jerked him off. He let his head fall back and moaned at the ceiling as she jerked him off.

Pulling the napkin away, ready to admire her handy work. Megan saw that she had left a chocolate stain on his lap.

"Oh no, I made a stain. I'll have to clean it up." She said with a smile, licking her lips slowly, her luscious wet tongue poked out and ran along her plump lips. Getting on her knees, Megan put her head above his lap and started to lick at the stain. Licking away the chocolate, her warm saliva ran past his jeans as she licked it up.

Groaning, Bryan looked around trying to find a spot to park as Megan licked at his lap. Finding a decent sized area, Bryan pulled onto the road and parked. Megan was starting to get into it, as she twisted her head licking away at his lap. She was starting to mime giving a blowjob as she bobbed her head up and down getting all of the sauce.

Looking at her handy work, Megan smiled, looking up at Bryan she grinned and pushed herself up from her kneeling position to kiss him. He took her by the hands, their fingers interlocked as their faces met. Megan was the first to moan as their lips smacked against each other. Their tongues bumped into each others clumsily as they kissed. Megan put her right hand on his lap and squeezed his rod making Bryan moan as well.

Breaking the kiss, Megan brushed her now black hair back behind her ear and unzipped his pants. Tugging the denim apart she reached into his pants and pulled out his dick, it was a decent sized member that was throbbing with passion. Megan lightly jerked his shaft as he moaned. Wrapping her petite hand around his shaft, she slowly lifted it up and down watching his skin crumple with each pump.

Getting an idea, Megan picked up the napkin and folded the paper so that the chocolate was on the outside. Wrapping the napkin around his shaft, she pumped up and down making his dick get covered in the ice cream goodness. Making several more pumps, Megan was satisfied with the chocolate covered shaft.

Taking hold of the ice cream cone, Megan looked at Bryan who was simply watching her, his mouth agape. Giggling, she took hold of the ice cream and bit down on it, taking a large clump of the ice cream. Lightly sucking on it in her mouth, she made sure it was nice and wet, now a liquid inside her mouth.

Opening her mouth, Megan swallowed his shaft and let the ice cream fall onto his shaft. Bryan groaned as the chocolate melted onto his dick, giving a tint of flavor for her. Megan put her lips close together and started to bob up and down, flicking her tongue over his head. She sucked up and down, making sure she got a lot of the chocolate up from his dick. Bryan moaned as she treated herself to his own personal vanilla swirl. Megan smiled as she sucked on his dick.

Bryan groaned in ecstasy as she sucked on his dick. There was a strange feeling on warmth and cold as well from the ice cream in her mouth. Running a hand through her hair, he watched as she sucked his cock.

Megan had both her hands on the seat as she blew him but could feel her pussy getting wet. Steadying herself, she pulled up her black dress and pulled her panties to one side, letting the cool air of the truck attack her private parts. Rubbing a finger along her slit, she moaned around his dick as she gave her moist cunt some attention.

Bryan had his eyes closed and was oblivious to what she was doing when a siren alerted him. Being forced back to reality, he looked around dopily before seeing in the side mirror a cycle cop parking behind him.

"Shit! Megan there's a cop here!" Bryan exclaimed as he looked down at her sucking his dick.

Megan looked up at him with a look of terror. Taking his dick out of her mouth, she quickly tossed away the napkin and pulled her dress down. She stood up and took hold of the plastic strap Bryan showed her. Bryan quickly tucked his dick away and zipped up his pants as the officer knocked on the window of the ice cream truck.

Regaining his cool, Bryan rolled down the window as the officer leant in. He was a thin faced man with wrinkles on his face, late forties with a pair of aviator shades on. He had tucked his large white motorcycle helmet under his arm and peered into the van.

"Everything OK sir?" He asked, there was a Southern drawl to his voice. Maybe he moved here in later life?

"No Officer... Kilpatrick. I was just checking something in the van." The officer nodded and looked into the back of the van. He smiled and motioned to the corner of Megan's mouth. She put her right index finger to her mouth and scooped up what the officer was indicating.

Chocolate mixed with spit.

Bryan and Megan shared a look which made the officer laugh.

"OK. But you guys are going to have to move on soon."

Chuckling to himself, the officer smiled as they nodded and made their apologies. Bryan wound the window back up as the officer put his helmet back on and walked back to his bike.

"Too close." Megan said with a wicked grin, leaning back into the cabin the two shared another quick kiss.

Swapping spit, they moaned together. Breaking the kiss, Megan's eyes danced around the cabin. Spotting a large round button with a piece of paper taped underneath it.

"What's that?" Megan asked curiously as she peered closer to it.

"Well, that's wait until we're in a more crowded area. Then you can press it." Bryan said with a smile as he twisted the key in the ignition. The engine revved up to life as Bryan pressed down on the accelerator and they took off.

As they drove on, they found a great little suburb. As he pulled into the area, Bryan motioned to the button.

"Go ahead, press it."

Megan nodded and pushed the button. The familiar jingle of the ice cream truck filed the street as the kids in the area perk up from playing with their friends and run to get money from their parents.

"Oh, it lets out the music?" Megan asked as he pulled up to the bottom of the road and turned around so that they were parked, facing the road they had just arrived in.

"Yeah. Do you want to help take the orders?" He asked as he pulled the brake up and stepped past her, moving into the back. He grabbed hold of the white apron and fastened it around his waist.

"Sure! What do you want me to do?" Megan asked as Bryan slid the window open. The kids were still busy collecting change as Bryan showed her the various pumps and assortments for toppings of ice cream.

"And down there is the normal wrapped ice cream packs." Pointing out the sticks of frozen ice cream with plastic wrapping on it. "If I fill the cones up, can you do the toppings? The syrup or sprinkles?" Bryan added as the first little boy turned up.

Megan nodded confidently as Bryan filled up the cone with whipped ice cream, passing it to Megan for a topping of sauce.

Ten minutes later...

As they finished the last order, Megan lightly cupped his ass, rubbing his butt lightly. Bryan smiled wickedly as he pulled the window shut. "That was a good day." Bryan said as he put away the money in a plastic tub. Placing the money under the counter, Megan pinched his ass again, she wants him and he knows it.

"How far is your house from here?" She asked, wrapping her arm around his waist as he stood up. She tugged herself closer and was leaning over his shoulder, her warm breath in his ear was driving him crazy.

"About an hour..." Bryan said, his eyes shutting as she cupped his member through his pants.

"Too far... Find a parking lot." Megan said as she kissed him in his right earlobe, flicking her tongue over the soft cartilage. Bryan snapped back to reality and raced to the front, making Megan giggle.

Yanking the white apron off, he dumped it on the steel hook and hopped into the seat. Making sure that Megan was standing still, he pressed down on the accelerator and set off to the road. Looking around, he found a large parking lot that was empty. Looking at the time, Bryan saw that it was seven in the evening.

Twisting the key in the ignition, Bryan stood up to face Megan but found her black dress hanging on the hook. Looking into the back he saw she had nothing but her white apron, her lacy underwear, her stockings with her high heels still on. Megan ran her tongue along her luscious red lips and beckoned him to her.

"Welcome to Sprinkles. How may I take your order?" She said sexily. Taking a few steps back, Megan hopped up onto the freezer, jumping at the sudden chill. Tugging the white apron up, Bryan could see her lacy black panties hiding her damp pussy.

Walking into the back of the truck, Bryan tugged the window blind down to show there was no business available.

"Orally please." Bryan said with a smile, bending down to his knees he pulled Megan closer to him and draped her legs over his shoulders. Pulling her panties to one side, he could see her wet pussy in front of him. Licking his lips, he moved in closer to her wet cunt and started to eat her vagina. Taking a few broad swipes from the bottom of her pussy running up to the tip, flicking over her clit.

Lapping up her juices, Bryan ran his tongue over her pussy, moving it in ever so slightly now and then. Probing the very entrance of her cunt, Bryan smiled as Megan started to moan. She moaned as Bryan put his tongue inside her cunt more and more, the fleshy organ reaching deeper inside her.

Taking a few quick pumps with his tongue, in and out of her pussy he smiled as she groaned at the touch. Pulling her folds back ever so slightly, Bryan flicked his tongue over her clit making the sultry black-haired hottie jump. Megan wrapped her legs around his head, her ankles knocking together interlocking.

Her clit now exposed, Bryan wrapped his lips around the love button and sucked like his life depended on it. Pushing his lips together he sucked on her clit and pushed his right index finger into her cunt. Lightly pumping it in and out, he continued to suckle on her clit.

Megan ran her hands through Bryan's hair, making a mess of it. Bryan responded by putting his teeth on her clit and biting the flesh, he then twisted his head from the left to the right. Megan moaned aloud again as she slid down the cold, metallic freezer. Megan was groaning with each flick of his tongue as Bryan fingered her while he sucked her. With his free hand, Bryan groped at the freezer top, trying to find what he was after.

Grabbing hold of a plastic bottle, Bryan brought it down to his level and looked it over. He smiled and broke away from Megan's pussy. She looked down at him, her hair a mess as she had been throwing her head from side to side. Bryan looked up at her and gave her a wicked grin. Popping the top of the bottle off, he put the bottle up to her vagina's lips and squeezed at the base.

A stream of chocolate syrup tore through the air and splattered against her pussy's lips making her jump with surprise. Megan looked down at Bryan who had already started to go down on her again. Licking up the mess he had made on her cunt. He could only imagine what the sensation was like for Megan as his warm tongue made contact with her cold cunt. Bryan licked at the superstar's pussy as she groaned and gyrated on the freezer top. Megan then let rip with another blast of the chocolate syrup splattering against her pussy and Bryan's tongue.

Bryan ignored the sensation of syrup running down his face and continued to eat Megan's pussy. Lapping away at her pussy, Bryan hungrily sucked up the syrup and the pussy's juices as the Transformers and Jennifer's Body star started to breathe heavily. Megan started to gyrate her hips in a clock wise motion, unwittingly rubbing more and more of the syrup into Bryan's skin.

Megan's breathing started to break into short grunts as she started to build into an orgasm. Megan had since unhooked her black, lacy sexy bra and had tossed it to one side. Megan had one hand on the freezer pushing her cunt into Bryan's face and had one pawing roughly at her left breast. Megan's jagged breathing soon turned into screams as she started to cum, her wet pussy leaked over Bryan's face as she came.

Megan leant back and tried to catch her breath. Her skin made contact with the cold, metallic counter, making her jump. Megan unhooked her legs in the after shock of the orgasm and lay on her back. Simply letting the air fill her lungs again. Bryan put his hands on the counter and pulled himself up. Letting Megan see his face for the first time. It was quite a shock for her! His face was covered with a smeared chocolate syrup coating and Megan's cum glistening in the dim light provided from the inside of the ice cream van. Megan crooked a finger towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. The two lovers kissed, Megan moaned at the touch as Bryan ran his hands over her body. Feeling up her large breasts, Bryan moved his hand back down to her cunt and pushed a few fingers in.

Breaking the kiss, Megan moaned to the sky as Bryan fingered her.

"Stop..." Megan said, sending out alarm signals to Bryan. He followed the instructions and pulled his wet digits out of her pussy. Quickly sucking them clean, he watched Megan paw at the counter tops. Reaching a bottle of toffee syrup she brought it down and got a packet of sprinkles. She then fished down a bottle of strawberry syrup and chocolate flakes. Megan expertly used her feet to then push Bryan away.

Taking a few steps back, Bryan watched with a peaked curiosity as she flipped open the lid for the strawberry syrup and chocolate flakes. The raven haired beauty winked sexily at Bryan and sprayed the syrup down onto her left tit. Covering the tip of her breast, Megan let the sauce run over her fleshy globe as she picked up the flakes. Popping the lid off, she lightly peppered the flakes onto her tit, the sprinkles sticking to the syrup and sweaty skin of the delicious Miss Fox.

Megan then let the toffee sauce hit her other nipple, repeating the process and covering her tit with the multi colored topping. The thick goo ran down her tit, reaching the bottom of her large chest and pooling at the bottom of her chest. She then crooked a finger, beckoning Bryan to come closer.

Getting the idea, Bryan leant into her chest and lightly flicked over her chest. Hitting her nipple, he appreciated Megan moaning at his touch. Scooping up the strawberry-chocolate mix with his tongue, Megan hooked her legs around his waist and pulled herself up to a sitting position. Pushing her tits into his face, Bryan hungrily sucked up all the syrup and coverings on her tits.

"I see we've both got a sweet tooth!" Megan said with a groan as he ran his tongue all over her chest. Her tits were covered with sweat and the stickier syrup combinations. She watched him work on her tits, after all Megan was the celebrity and he was the nobody as he had mentioned in the restaurant.

"Let's fuck!" Megan said with a grin. Bryan perked up at this and looked up at her past her mountains.

"Alright!" Bryan said, his peppy smile coming back alive. Walking into the cab and narrowly avoiding the gaze of a local cougar, Bryan fished out his wallet and pulled out a condom. Tearing the foil off the tip, he rolled the plastic sheath onto his dick and turned around. Megan had also turned around and had stuck her succulent rear out towards him.

She had pried apart her pussy lips that were still stained with chocolate sauce. Megan slowly waved her ass from side to side, awaiting his shaft. Taking a few steps forward, Bryan took hold of his shaft and pumped his dick lightly.

"I've only got one rubber."

Bryan said, looking at the beauty bent over in front of him. Megan looked over her shoulder and brushed her hair backwards, licking her lips slowly she grinned.

"That's fine. Come on and fuck me then!"

With that said, she stuck out her rear even further and swung her hips again. Providing a fine moving target for Bryan to pierce. He watched her swaying hips and lightly swatted her right ass cheek.

Bryan took hold of her hips and pulled her closer to him. Megan moaned aloud as he penetrated her. His plastic covered member slowly pushed past her folds and entered her completely. Bryan couldn't quite believe it. He was balls deep in Megan Fox, one of the most desirable people on the planet and he was just a lowly ice cream van driver. He was snapped out of his trance as Megan pushed her hips backwards, looking down at her, he fell back into reality. Taking her lead, he pulled out so that he was half way in and quickly slammed back in. His balls swung with his slow thrust as he delivered the stroke.

Once he had adjusted to her cunt Bryan picked up the pace, slamming into her. He would pull out of her cunt so that only a few inches remained in her before quickly slamming back in, making the buxom beauty bounce with each drive. Bryan bent over so that he was close to Megan who had her eyes shut. Using her hearing, Megan could feel his warm breath on her ears. Looking to her right, Megan saw Bryan closer to him. They then shared a kiss, their lips smacked against each other as he continued to pound into her.

Megan hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him in closer for the kiss. Their lips smacked against each other again as Bryan continued to fuck the delicious Miss Fox. The noises came out loud and proud as their bodies bounced with each drive. Megan moaned into Bryan's mouth as his dick invaded more and more of her tight pussy.

Megan pulled Bryan closer to her as they moved forward. Megan was now bending directly over the cool ice cream storage unit and her large breasts were pressed up against the cold surface. Megan moaned again as her hard nipples rubbed up against the steel surface. With each thrust Bryan delivered, her breasts would swing forward running along the steel top.

This was adding to the excitement for Megan as she started to push her hips back, Bryan's entire shaft was buried into her cunt. His large sword slid into her pussy making the beauty moan. Megan broke the kiss and gripped hold of the far end of the counter, as Bryan fucked her. He gripped hold of her hips and started to increase his speed of thrusting.

Pulling his member halfway out of her folds, Bryan went for speed as opposed to full, slow, steady thrusts. Megan was starting to breathe heavier and heavier as her orgasm started to build. The Transformers star was pushing her hips back further and further, begging to take more of his shaft.

Bryan's thrusts made her get weak in the knees as her orgasm started to build up. Taking silent breaths, she willed him on as his dick made its way through her folds. Megan was moaning louder and louder as his thrusts increased.

Megan threw her head back and, much to Bryan's delight, he found out that she was a screamer. She let out an ear piercing scream as her pussy clamped down on his shaft and she came. Her wet folds coated Bryan's shaft with her girl cum, her heavy breathing filled the room as her head fell to the counter as Bryan continued to pump in and out of her.

"Megan... I'm going to cum soon..." Bryan admitted, a sense of defeat waved over him as he smashed his way in and out of Megan's pussy.

Megan cooed at the prospect. "That's OK babe. Pull out."

"Pull out?" Bryan asked, curious at the prospect.

"C'mon play fair!" Megan said with a smile as she pushed her tired frame up off of the counter. Bryan nodded, pulling his shaft out of her pussy, he slammed his way in again with a cheeky smack on Megan's right cheek.

Megan gasped and smiled sexily as Bryan pulled out. Standing above Megan, Bryan watched as the sultry starlet slid down the counter and knelt down in front of him. Opening her mouth, Megan leant forward and with extra care, bit the tip of the rubber and slid the plastic sheath along his long shaft. Placing two of her fingers inside the sheath, Megan sexily flicked her tongue along the rubber. Sucking up all of her cum, Megan smiled and tossed the plastic to one side.

Megan wrapped her large tits around Bryan's dick, he smiled and got the hint. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he started to thrust his dick in and out of her glorious cleavage. Megan's sticky breasts were proving too much for him to take and with a grunt he let loose a torrent of cum. Arching his back, as he came, his dick fell free from her tits hold and he shot his load.

Shrieking with surprise, Megan quickly regained her composure and wrapper her hand around his shaft. Tugging at the skin, she jerked out the cum that splattered on her tits and on her neck. Leaning in close, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue scooping up all of the cum.

Bryan watched as the sultry Megan Fox saw to his dick. Scooping up the cum he had fired, she carefully got all of the stick substance up on her fingers and she had sucked them clean.

"So how was that?" Megan asked, smiling sweetly.

"Fan... Fan... Fantastic!" Bryan exclaimed as she giggled and started to dress herself. It was the first time he had seen how the dress actually worked, Megan wrapped the fabric around her and hooked a zip onto the other side, the teeth matching so she could quickly zip up the dress. It hugged her figure tightly showing off her large, now sticky sweet, breasts and brought attention to her fantastic ass as well.

"I'm glad you had a good time!" She said, walking over to him, hooking her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. He happily reciprocated and let his hands roam her body, running up and down her sides before settling on her fantastic ass. He squeezed it lightly making the movie star moan.

The kiss broke and the couple shared a tender moment as their heads rested against each others. They both slowly opened their eyes and seemed to reach a psychic agreement, they shared a nod and Bryan got dressed as well.

Megan took position against one of the freezers and watched him dress while casually helping herself to a frozen popsicle that she also saw fit to eat. With a click of steel on steel, Bryan was fully dressed and had buckled his belt.

"Should we go then?" He asked as she tossed the wrapper of the frozen treat into the trash can.

"Sure." Was the reply, they both made their way to the front of the van and started off back to the hotel. The ride was an awkward one with Bryan certain he had fucked up some where along the line, she wasn't saying anything. Had he done something wrong? He drove into the city with headlights and street lights gentle glows decorating his view like fireflies in the summer night's sky.

Megan had her arm up on the side of the window, her outstretched palm providing a resting place for her chin. Why wasn't he saying anything? She must've given him the ride of his life, and he hadn't said anything. The traffic decorated her view as they made their way into the city.

They pulled up outside the Hilton and Bryan got out and opened the door for her. She smiled and thanked him. The awkward silence that normally follows after a one night stand still lingered as Megan collected her things and walked towards the hotel's front doors.

Bryan turned and walked to the truck. The hustle and bustle of the street was music to his ears. Back to normality he smiled to himself. Taking a fleeting glance, he made eye contact with her again. His breath was caught in his throat, he wanted to say something but it was held down. Megan smiled at him, gave him a final wink and they were separated forever. It was nearly ten o clock in the evening and people were coming home from work or on their way out for dinner or to have a good time.

He could've tried to fight his way to the door, but what if Megan was inside? The lady at reception would certainly have finished her shift by now. Would the new receptionist believe his story? Unlikely. Sighing heavily, Bryan turned on his heel and got into his truck. That was it. He'd fucked Megan Fox and lost his chance at doing it again. Funnily enough, he started laughing to himself and drove off into the late night sky. His tail lights joining the flickering display of lights.
 
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Re: Quitting Time (Multiple Celebrity Series)
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There were dark clouds that loitered above the small Washington town. There was going to be a bad rainstorm here in a couple of days, Austin Packer frowned as he saw them roll towards the town. He ran a hand over his short brown lump of hair as he turned and walked back into the main bar of his coffee shop. There weren't many people in today, but that was typical due to it being almost five o'clock in the afternoon. The main flow of people tended to die down at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, after lunch because people went back to work and didn't have the time to buy a new cup of coffee.

This particular week the town had been full of news and gossip as a film crew had rolled into town to shoot a made for TV movie. One of the stars was Emily Osment, famous for being in some Disney show as the best friend of the main star. She was cute, had long blonde hair and a tight body that screamed to be fucked. Austin had seen the blonde young star walk around the town's centre on his lunch breaks and had snooped on some of the film shoots. He picked up a small yellow rag and wiped down the table closest to him, looking out of the window Austin couldn't help but think about the storm.

The last time there was one as bad as that one looked, it took out the whole power grid and had left the town in complete darkness. Since then, he had planted several candles and small electrical torches in the storage closet that was next to the door. The coffee shop itself was a large open space with several tables dotted around the floor. The floor itself was a laminated surface that was easy enough to clean, there was a large counter that ran along the right side of the building where the numerous kettles, coffee beans and fridges were kept. On the actual wall, a big, wide black chalkboard ran the length of the wall that showed the various prices of all the drinks that they could make.

Opposite that wall there was a large set of windows that showed off the city's skyline, it provided a pretty nice view for customers in the coffee shop. But, because they were so big, it took him a lot longer to clean them. There was also a large patio outside the coffee shop that customers could get to by leaving through a side door on the furthest wall from entering. Austin sighed heavily as he looked out of the window and peeked up at the clouds as they rolled closer to him and the town. There was a faint trace of a rumble from thunder as he squinted and looked over at the storm cloud. He checked his wristwatch and sighed, five o'clock meant that it was time to shut up shop.

The chime above the door of the small coffee shop rang out and made Austin's ears perk up. Without thinking, he simply called out to the new customer hoping they would leave him alone for the evening. He knew the storm was coming and didn't really want to spend the night stuck in the coffee shop.

"Sorry, we're closed."

"Even for me?" A soft, feminine voice called out. He peeked up at the sound and saw Emily Osment standing there, her hands on her hips and a big smile pasted on her face. Her long luscious locks were loose around her shoulders and a teal shirt that simply said 'Heartbreaker' on it covered her chest. She had on a dark denim skirt with a pair of black stockings and a pair of black converse sneakers.

"Well... I suppose I could be tempted to put the pot on one last time." Austin said with a smile, he watched her with a great curiosity as she turned and slid the deadbolt down keeping the door shut.

"Hey, you can't really do that..." He started but was quickly silenced by Emily's million dollar smile.

"I just want to have a cup of coffee without signing an autograph. Is it OK if we shut the store? Just for a little while?" Emily asked, making a big puppy dog eyes type of expression while fluttering her eyelids making Austin weak at the knees.

"Sure... I guess so!" He reasoned, there wasn't much of a cause not to shut. The town was dead, it wasn't like he was going to miss much trade.

"Welcome to 'The kettle and the pot' how can I help you?" Austin asked politely as he on instinct flicked the left most kettle on so it would be good to go.

"Hi... Austin!" Emily said with a smile as she read his name tag. "Can I get a small cafe machiato please?" Emily asked, frowning lightly as she read from the large chalkboard behind him. Austin nodded his head and got the necessary items ready.

"Sure, you drinking in or out?" He asked, looking at his left and right so he could get the right type of cup out. Emily looked around and smiled before nodding her head.

"I'll drink in please."

"Sure!" Austin smiled and nodded his head before pulling out a small light blue mug and planted it on the counter. Getting some of the coffee beans in one of the scoops, he dumped them into the mug and grabbed a bottle of milk. Twisting the purple lid off of the milk carton, he poured some of the milk into the mug just as the kettle started to boil. He then lifted the metal jug off of the base and tilted it towards the small mug, as the warm water filled up to the brim he placed it back down on the base. Grabbing a small spoon, Austin swirled the metal piece of cutlery round in the mug before letting it slow down. He hoisted the spoon out of the mug and he dumped it in the large sink to be cleaned up later.

He passed the mug over to Emily and smiled as she fished out her purse.

"That'll be four fifty please." Austin said with a smile as she passed him a five. He jabbed at the till register and got her change. He passed it over to her but she shook her head and put her hands up as if to block it off.

"No don't worry about the change. Put it in the tip jar." She said, lifting the mug off of the counter and walking over to one of the tables near the window. "Can you believe this weather?" She asked, turning to face him. She blew a cool jet of air on her cup before sipping on the warm, brown liquid. She made a satisfied sound as she swallowed some of the coffee.

"Good?" He asked, from behind the counter.

"Oh yeah! The best!" She turned to face him and made a frown. She then patted the wooden chair next to her at the table. "Come and sit with me. It's not busy in here." Thinking on his feet, Austin couldn't really find a reason not to. So, he walked over to her and pulled the chair out so he could sit next to her.

"This weather huh?" He said with a warm, knowing smile. As soon as he said that, the heavens opened and rain started to beat down against the sidewalks and pavement of the small town. Where the coffee shop was placed was about five feet above the sidewalk so they could see the people beneath them. A sea of umbrellas appeared as people scurried around, ducking into cars and doorways to protect themselves from the rain.

"I can't believe this rain!" Emily said with a gasp. Looking out of the large window observing the rain beating down on the street.

"Yeah, it's been getting worse and worse with each passing year. Hell, in ten years we'll probably be swimming to work." Austin said with a grin, passing Emily her small cup of coffee.

"Thanks." Emily took the cup and blew a cool jet of air into the cup. "So, that's not an American accent... Where were you born?"

"I was born in Australia. But, I moved to Washington when I was very little. Still visit from time to time, but work is keeping me here."

"That's a shame." Emily smiled a sympathetic smile. "My work keeps me away from home too."

"But you get to hang out in Hollywood with Anna Montana." Austin replied, but fluffed the famous TV star's name.

"Hannah. And I don't get to see her as often as I used to. Miley that is. Never really hung out with Hannah Montana. Miley's off doing her super famous stuff."

"She's always busy then?" He asked as the skies darkened and thunder roared at them from the sky. Emily made a face and then took another sip of her coffee; she tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and shook her head lightly.

"Well... I think she doesn't really want to talk to us any more."

"No? Why not?" Austin asked, as he watched the water start to run down the windows, secretly pleased that he never managed to clean the windows.

"I don't think she likes the fact that all of us are still popular after Hannah Montana finished."

"That's dumb." Austin said with absolutely no tact in his voice.

As Austin spoke, a bolt of lightning struck the building opposite them and made Emily jump. She then cast a look at the skies as thunder roared out of the sky.

"Yeah... It is dumb!"

Emily's voice was shaky as she spoke. Austin cast a glance over at her and tilted his head to the side as she spoke.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm... I'm fine. I just don't really like the dark."

"Well, we should be fine. I don't think this building gets the lighting taken out. So, have you never heard from Miley again?"

"Well, I've never heard from her again unless she needs to..." Emily started but was quickly silenced when a bolt of lightning came down from the sky and plunged the store into darkness. Emily shrieked out in shock and she knocked over her cup of coffee as she jumped to her feet.

"Austin? Austin!?" She called out to him as her hand reached for his.

"It's OK Emily. I'm here!" Austin said, reaching for the shaking blonde's hands. She jumped a little bit when his hands cupped hers, but soon calmed down when his hands massaged hers. "It's OK." He repeated, re-assuring her. She finally looked at him and nodded her head, she still looked scared as hell but she was calming down.

Keeping her hands in at least his left hand, Austin reached over and picked up his phone. Jabbing the middle button, the small cell phone illuminated the gap between the two youngsters. He smiled at her warmly and nodded his head as if to continue to reassure her.

"It's OK Emily. This happens all the time." He looked over to his left and saw the storage room he had been working in, earlier on in the day and as if by magic something clicked in his head. He knew that there was candles and a couple of flash lights in there too.

"OK, follow me. We need to get to that storage room over there. There's some candles and some flash lights. Then, we can come back to out here and hang out until the power comes back on."

Emily looked over at him and raised an eyebrow as if trying to judge what would be a good choice or whether she would be better suited to just wait it out. Eventually, she realised that she trusted Austin and nodded her head.

"OK. Can you... Can you keep holding my hand?" Emily asked, shame ran to her cheeks as she prayed that he wouldn't be able to see her blush. He smiled and nodded his head, squeezing her hand lightly to confirm he would he started to guide her past the minefield of the tables and towards the small, tight confined space of the storage room.

They soon came closer to each other, Emily's soft body bumped against his as she realised he was closer than she thought he was. She giggled lightly but soon reached for him when there was another steady roar of thunder. Again, he spoke and his voice soothed her. They slowly walked closer to the storage room and he twisted the steel knob to the right and the door opened for them.

Austin waited for her to walk in first, like the gentleman he was, but Emily waited for him to enter first. She was still scared of the dark and needed Austin's assurance that it would be OK. Austin reached for her and found her hands in front of her, when she made a surprised squeal she quickly subsided when she realised who it was.

"It's OK Emily. It's me." Austin confirmed and then guided the both of them into the small tight storage space. Emily's breath was short and swift as she walked into the storage room with the handsome, young barista. He turned to face her but what he was about to say was quickly silenced by a boom of thunder.

Emily wrapped herself around him and yelped in Austin's ear as another bolt of lightning illuminated the store and quickly left them in darkness again. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him tightly. She ran her arms up his back and squeezed him tight. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest her perfume wafted up his nose and he realised just how long he'd been without a woman. As if his body was simply acting on instinct, his pants started to stiffen as he got an erection.

It pointed upwards and underneath Emily's denim skirt it poked at the inside of Emily's thighs. He shut his eyes in shame as he realised that there was no way she wouldn't be able to feel it. There was a brief pause between the two as Emily simply let his erection poke against her. She sighed lightly and looked up at Austin, a soft smile was on her face, bringing her right hand up she lightly stroked the side of his face making him look down at her.

The young blonde haired woman had a big smile on her face as she bit down on her bottom lip and made a face.

"Is that because of me?" She asked lightly. Standing on her tip toes, she readjusted herself and let his erection poke under her skirt. She then stood down on her feet and placed his hands on her body. When he nodded his head slowly, Emily smiled and bit down on her bottom lip.

"Well... I think I should get to see it." Austin did a double take as she looked up at him and tugged his head to meet hers. She reached up and planted her lips on his. Both of their eyes were shut tightly as they kissed for the first time. His hands slipped up under her shirt and felt her soft skin as she pressed herself against him. She moaned into his open mouth and then lightly broke off the kiss before flicking her tongue against his lips. She grinned and took hold of his arms by the wrists, she then started to slide them up her body and to the curve of her small breasts.

Once he got his hands on her tits, Emily moved her hands down her and his body and found his zipper. Quickly dragging the metal tugger down the length of his fly, her hands moved into his jeans and found the seven inch shaft that was trying to make its presence known. She then tugged his boxer shorts downwards and his dick came out into the gap between the two of them. Her small hands wrapped around his dick and lightly pumped it up and down making the young man groan.

She grinned and let go of his dick when Austin hoisted her up in the air and pinned her against the wall of the cupboard. His hand moved under her denim skirt and found her panties that were getting wetter with each passing moment. Pushing his lips on her again, he started to rub against her vagina with his right middle and index finger. Emily groaned at the contact as she licked at his lips before lightly nibbling on his upper lip. His fingers soon made their way up under her panties and found her exposed pussy. Rubbing her lips, Austin watched as Emily shut her eyes and groaned at his touch. She slowly opened her eyes and licked her lips.

"Please fuck me Austin!" She begged as he nodded and pinned her against the wall with his body. He reached underneath her and found his dick, keeping the lacy material of her panties aside, Austin pushed himself up off of the floor and entered her. They both groaned in pleasure as his full member sank inside her. His hands came off of the wall and cupped her large ass, squeezing it softly he started to fuck her. Her shoulders were pinned against the wall and her legs came up and wrapped themselves around his waist.

Emily groaned and slid her shirt up her sexy body and exposed her small tits to him. Taking his left hand off of her body and quickly went to squeezing the flesh, she let out a short, sharp gasp of pleasure as he roughly squeezed her tits. Her warm, wet pussy hugged his invading cock tightly as he started to slam in and out of her. They made eye contact and quickly kissed each other again, as their tongues wrestled with each others Emily groaned as she started to grind against him. The natural curve of his penis pointed upwards and was stroking the inside of her cunt as she pounded away at her. His dick started to slide against her g-spot and made the blonde break off the kiss and cry out in pleasure.

As Austin fucked her against the wall, her head fell forward and her soft panting started to move into Austin's ear. She playfully licked at his ear making him shiver but keep on fucking her.

"Oh shit! Fuck me nice and hard! Fuck that pretty pussy hard!" Emily groaned into Austin's ear, his skin prickled up as Emily's dirty talk started to drift into his mind. He grunted his approval and moved into the young blonde's sweet neck. He bit down on the flesh and sucked on it as Emily groaned in pleasure.

Emily put her hands on his shoulders and started to help ride him. Lifting herself up and off of his dick as he thrust up into her. Emily let out a gasp as her legs squeezed him a little tighter as they fucked.

"Fuck! This feels so fucking good! I'm such a fucking whore!" Emily exclaimed as she was fucked up against the wall of the small cupboard. Their actions were hot and erotic and were now starting to cause damage around them as they fucked. Emily's hands moved up above them reaching for anything she could get her hands on to keep herself steady. Her hands found a shelf and she grabbed at them but her getting fucked was shaking the wooden shelf making the materials and things on it fall to the floor. Austin should've be upset at the damage they were causing but didn't really care as he was balls deep in Emily Osment.

Pinning her against the wall, Austin pushed her left leg against the wall as if to fuck her harder. Emily started to get more and more primal in her moans as she was fucked hard by the handsome barista. She pinched and groped at her breasts and nipples as he fucked her harder and harder.

As he slammed into her, there was a quick cry of pleasure from her as her warm, wet cunt squeezed down on his cock and she came. Her nails dug into his back as he carried on fucking her. Her wetness dripped down his shaft as she cried out in pleasure, her leg that was still wrapped around him kicked at him as he fucked up into her.

"Fuck... I'm such a slut! Come out and treat me like one!" Emily groaned, as she hoisted herself off of him and guided him out of the cupboard. They walked hand in hand to one of the tables, Emily bent over and rubbed her large ass cheeks up against his cock making him groan. She giggled and flipped her skirt up over her ass, then she bounced her ass cheeks around his cock, jiggling the flesh as she did so.

Groaning, Austin took his cock out of her ass crack and then slipped it into her wet folds. Emily let out a low, long moan of pleasure as he gripped her by her hips and started to fuck her harder again. Emily bit down on her bottom lip and looked over her shoulder, there wasn't much light in the coffee shop but she could see him fucking her and saw sweat form on his brow.

"Spank me. Spank my fucking ass!" Emily commanded as she pushed her hips back against him. Austin simply nodded, keeping his thrusts slow and steady he drove into her again and again while taking his right hand off of her hip and bringing it down against her ass. The loud slap rang out in the store and the gasp from Emily made Austin smile.

"Again! Harder too!" She demanded as Austin slapped her ass again making her shriek with delight. She pushed herself back against him as he drove into her, she pushed himself back so she was getting as much of his cock inside her as she could. Austin swapped hands and slapped at her left cheek with his left hand as she grunted and let her head fall down over the edge of the table.

"You like it rough Emily?" Austin asked as he slapped her ass again making her practically scream with pleasure.

"Love it!" She admitted as she spread her legs further so he could get even deeper inside her. He nodded and leant over her, wrapping his right hand in her blonde hair he yanked her head backwards, rougher than he normally would do aiming to please her. Her screams soon filled the room and her pussy got tighter as she started to cum again. He pounded her harder and harder with each thrust, the entire time keeping her blonde hair in his hands. His left hand moved up to her shirt and slipped it underneath her sexy body to grab at her tits as he kept her stationary by holding her hair.

Emily's voice climbed another octave and she came all over his cock again. Her warm, wet juices trailed down his shaft as he fucked her as hard as he could. Emily's screaming was music to his ears as he started to slow his thrusts. He was going to cum soon but didn't want to shoot his load earlier than necessary. Austin was about to warn Emily when she spoke.

"Fuck my ass Austin!"

He wasn't sure if he misheard her, but when she looked over her shoulder and nodded her head. He grinned and pulled out of her pussy, then pressing her ass cheeks apart he entered her ass hole.

"Fuck!" Austin exclaimed as there was little to no resistance from Emily's tight ass hole.

"I've already been fucked in my ass before. Because I'm such a fucking dirty whore!" Emily grunted as Austin slowly but surely bottomed out in Emily's bottom. Austin nodded and started to fuck her tight ass hole as she moaned out in pleasure. "Tell me Austin... Tell me what a dirty whore I am!"

"You're such a dirty whore Emily... A fucking dirty ass whore who's only good for getting fucked." Austin said as he gripped her hips and ploughed into her ass, her tight ring squeezed his dick snugly as he pounded away at her. Her butt bounced back against his driving thrusts as she cried out.

"I'm such a dirty whore!" Emily groaned out as her head fell back downwards. Austin saw this and reached forward, grabbing her blonde hair in his hands again and yanked her head upwards.

"Fuck yes!" She cried out as her head was yanked upwards. His thrusts were starting to get slower and slower as his balls tightened.

"Emily I'm going to cum..." He admitted as he continued to fuck her ass.

"Cum in my ass! Make my dirty ass yours!" She demanded as his thrusts slowed and he started to cum in her. Grunting, spurt after spurt shot out of his dick and sprayed the inside of her ass. His thrusting soon slowed to a stand still and he groaned as he pulled out of her ass. Some of his load trickled out of her tight ring as she climbed up onto the table and spun herself around so she was facing him.

"Make me clean you up there buddy." Emily said with a wink. Austin nodded his head and put his hands through her hair once more. Keeping it in bunches, he held her head steady and slipped his dick inside her mouth. Sliding his dick in and out of her mouth, she gagged as he fucked her face but she took it like a trooper as he stabbed the back of her throat. Her eyes got teary as he felt her tongue trace around his cock, lapping at his skin to make sure she got all of the taste of her ass off of his cock.

With one last thrust into her mouth, Austin held her in place as she cast a look up at her. He grinned and then let his dick fall from her mouth, as it did so it slapped against her lips. She wrapped her hand around his dick and slapped the softening member against her face, getting some of her tears on his dick as she did so.

"Fuck me... That was great..." Austin admitted as she sucked on his knob for a little bit longer to try and get him erect again.

"Yeah it was baby."

As she sucked his cock, the lights came back on as the storm passed on from the little coffee shop they were in. One by one, the lights flickered on and they could see each other in the post sex glow for the first time. Emily's face was a mess, her make up was smeared over her face from the throat fucking. Her eye liner had been ruined from the tears and her hair was an unkempt mess but she was smiling.

"Thanks for that Austin. I feel so much better right now."

"Yeah, I'm glad I could help."

She smiled sweetly and climbed off of the table. Tugging her shirt down and then flipping her skirt down as well, Emily yanked her panties down and stuffed them in Austin's pants pocket. Emily found a tissue from one of the dispensers on the table and dabbed at her face, cleaning up the mess they had made of her cute features.

"Emily, I..."

"Keep them. I'll be back for them a little later and maybe I'll bring Miley with me too."

And with that, Emily was out of the door and into the pouring rain. He could have ran after her but a car soon picked her up. She cast a look back at him and winked before blowing him a kiss.

Austin grinned and looked around the vacant coffee shop. He could see the now cold cup of coffee on the floor and he sighed lightly. Knowing full well he'd have to clean it up, for some reason he didn't really care.
 
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