A little summer gift for you.
Episode 27
Codes: Cons, MF
Starring: India Eisley
This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.
This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.
April 2012Sometimes, there are no epic storylines behind my celebrity conquests. Sometimes girl meet boy, and girl and boy decide to have fun. This is one such story.
***
“So how did that business with miss Rapace work out?” the voice on the other end of the phone asked, referring to my recent weekend with Noomi Rapace.
“Oh, quite swell I must say.” I replied to Greta. “Noomi is a lovely girl, and easy to talk to.” And even more lovely in bed with easy access between her legs, I wanted to add, but I kept my mouth shut.
“So I hear. Greta sounded quite satisfied herself. I think it’s a good thing being able to take a break from time to time. It sure did wonders to her.”
Rough sex tends to do that, I thought. If Greta only knew.
“There’s nothing else on the calendar I presume?” I asked, although I expected a no.
“Nothing that I can think of, unless you want to participate in the upcoming Rotterdam congress?”
“Don’t wait for my approval, just go ahead with it.” I said with utter disinterest.
It sounded like Greta was about to add one final thing, but I assumed it was trivial small talk, so I had already hung up before she got that far.
I stood on the marbled patio, covering larger parts of the outdoor area at H-Block. This was usually the place to be when I gathered folks on those rare occasions I was throwing a party.
The weather was nice. Not too hot, and certainly not cold enough to worry about clothes. Taking off my satin robe, I was only dressed in shorts with a leopard print. They looked funky to say the least, but there was a cool Tarzan vibe to them.
A rowing machine stood before me. Entering, I let things happen naturally – going at it like I was fighting for an Olympic medal or two. In a minute, I had caught onto an intense tempo that would impress professional rowers.
I’m not normally a health-freak, but my training schedule had come back full force lately. Maybe I realized I had to be prepared for the unexpected events, because 2011 had seen its fair share of such. With the numerous dramas popping up, I decided that I needed to be prepared if I had to play Superman again.
Working out came naturally from a young age, but although I have never underestimated training, I believe part of my solid physique is due to genetics. Some of us are naturally blessed, and my lineage follows a solid path. My father had iron in his veins. I believe he participated in triathlons in his younger days. Going further back, my grandfather wasn’t bad either and I’m certain his father was the same. I merely keep a long-standing tradition going.
Thinking back, I recalled a memory from my childhood. I was climbing one of the biggest pines in our garden, and a tall one at that. When I’m about thirty feet above the ground, I see my mother far below calling my name, looking in all directions except upwards. Deciding I want to have some fun, I call out to her. She drops everything she’s holding as I move out on the longest branch and hang there from one arm, dangling thirty feet above my screaming mother. The poor woman yelled so hard the neighbors almost called the cops, but I just found the whole thing amusing and kept hanging until my father came out and threatened to call the fire department. Afterwards, I got sternly reprimanded in ways that would surely have alerted CPS today.
I could feed you anecdotes like this all day when I think about it. Back in junior high I got blindsided by the biggest bully of them all. He had something against me and gave me a black eye. I showed up the next day, fully prepared, and beat the living shit out of not just him, but the rest of his gang. After that I became sort of a living legend - the go-to-guy when people needed backup.
Of course, my physique also gained me interest from female students over time, even some teachers as I may have told you, something that gave me MUCH more pleasurable experiences.
I was blessed by nature and never felt like I needed to build on it, but it didn't hurt to maintain the machine. That’s why I had moved much of my training equipment outside on the patio. There was no-one else but the maids who would complain about this, but they rarely battered an eye.
What I assumed to be a slow and lazy day would eventually get a tiny bit more interesting with an unexpected visit.
***
An hour passed. I was oiled in sweat, but had another go with a couple of 20 lb dumbbells. Somewhere during this session, I must have been dozing off slightly because I soon found myself on the nearest sunbed. I don’t know how long I was out. Maybe as long as an hour. When I opened my eyes, I was dazed, like I had woken up from a dream.
Someone had spoken to me.
I turned around and saw the young girl. Her outfit seemed a bit hot for this day, but it couldn’t downplay her mesmerizing beauty.
“Um, mister Taylor?” a girly voice asked.
My daze continued for a few seconds. Pulling myself together, I rose up to the lovely young brunette before me. For a moment I thought the gates of Heaven had opened and let out an angel.
“That’s correct!” I said.
I didn’t immediately recognize her. She was clad like she had walked straight out of a photoshoot, something she later confirmed. She wore a blue jacket over denim pants and a shirt that looked a bit uncomfortable for such a day, with her dark-brown hair tied up in a bun behind her head. It took me another moment to realize this was India Eisley - daughter of veteran actress Olivia Hussey. In fact, I had seen her not too long ago in that cheesy Underworld sequel where she played Kate Beckinsale’s daughter. I certainly wouldn’t mind spending some time with her, but what was she doing here?
“Uh, you’ve been informed about me coming here today, right?” she said as she beheld my ample collection of training equipment.
“I’m afraid not. Is there anything I should know?”
“Didn’t miss Cora tell you about it?” she asked, seemingly confused.
Other men would’ve been totally enthralled by a beautiful girl like India showing up like this. Most wouldn’t even to question her story and chalked the misunderstanding up to having missed an important call, but not me. There was NO WAY Greta’s faithful assistant wouldn’t have given me a firm notice if someone was coming.
“No, I’m sorry. She must’ve forgotten to inform me.” I said, wondering if I gave off the right impression - a minimally clad hunk pumping iron outside his giant mansion. I looked like a barbarian in my attire. A massive contrast to this conservatively and elegantly clad girl.
“I was told that you were open for conversations today. You see, I have been working on some, uh… stuff, and I have been informed that it might interest Stargazer.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes… I, um… I’m not interrupting anything important I hope?”
I hadn’t realized I still held onto a 20 lb dumbbell. Putting it down on the marble, I smiled at her.
“Not at all, miss…”
“Oh, I’m sorry. India. India Eisley.”
We shook hands. She responded with a polite smile. India showing up here alone was another red flag. The time when young actresses were forced to speak to higher-ups without proper agent authorization or support by their side are long gone.
“Nice to meet you. So, do you come with a proposition or something? I’m interested, but I’m unsure what exactly you're offering. Could you please elaborate?”
“I understand. Well, you see… I was told by a close friend that you’re the right person to talk to.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah! Uh... I hope I’m not coming across like an opportunist here.” she said, sounding a bit nervous.
“Not at all. We’re open for fresh blood nowadays. With a writer’s strike looming, there’s nothing better than capable backup. You seem familiar with our creative department wing?”
StarGazer was indeed open for new ideas, but the best way to go is to send Cora or Greta an email and wait for response. That India had sought me out meant she likely had more on her mind. She had a polite and business-like way of talking, something rarely found in such young clients, but her flustered voice told me she hid important details or was aiming for something else entirely.
“So, me and my friends have been pitching this concept these last couple of months. It begun as a joke, but after I got positive feedback I thought it might be worth a try."
"Very well." I said, nodding to the training bench beside her. "Please sit down India. I'm all ears."
I listened to her project. At first, it didn't sound like anything more than your standard young teen piece. Boy meets girl, boy and girl reveal supernatural powers and romance flourish. Then things takes an unexpected twist. Boy dies, girl brings him back and it ends up with risky scenes of nudity and inter-species romance. With the proper weight of fantasy elements I was pleased to hear this wasn't your stereotypical Twilight clone (they were fucking everywhere back in the day). Nothing unique seen from surface level, but far more daring than something I expected a young girl like India would come up with.
"Hmmm! I'm actually a bit impressed how this turned out." I said. "You and your friends created this in your spare time?"
India broke into a pleasant smile, like she hadn't expected such praise.
“Yea, much of this was made up when I filmed
Underworld: Awakening. You see the similarities, right?"
"Absolutely."
"You could say we were inspired by the stuff in Underworld and wanted to appeal to the Twilight crowd. After I showed it to Kate, we spent our breaks talking about it and she got very enthusiastic. In fact, she was the one who told me to contact you.”
Kate, eh! We had met on several occasions over the years. None more memorable than her orgiastic photoshoot with Elena Anaya back in 2004 which was still one of my fondest industry memories. If Kate had told India about me it was unlikely she had failed to mention that.
Whatever India’s game was, it certainly wasn't business-related, no matter how hard she tried to convince me. Coming here just to show off her imagination and script-writing skils? Highly unlikely. I had my suspicions about her real intentions, but didn’t want to seem over-eager so I decided to play along.
“…she said that you were the kind of agent… Uh, sorry… industry presence who knew what to do."
"Hmmm! Do what exactly?
"Well, if newbies stood a chance, you were apparently the right man to decide.”
“Kate have such a high impression of me? I’m flattered.”
“That’s my impression.” India added hurriedly, her face turning red as she spoke.
“Okay. Don't get me wrong India. Your ideas are good, but that doesn't mean it's a success story yet. Producers can be hellishly picky, especially in this day and age."
"Oh, I know that…"
"I've been there myself. Once you start out, once you've got this great idea down on paper there'll be all sorts of amateur problems."
India's face shifted into a worried grimace.
"What you told me about these dark and mature aspects is part of it. That's something I think we need to reevalue if it was to land on a producer's desk."
"Umm… Exactly what are you refering to here?" India asked.
"It's got to do with the content you described, and how that's supposed to appeal to the YA crowd. It was far saucier than I had anticipated. You intended for that, right?"
"Oh, Yeah. We decided to take some risks and spice things up. I... I can see why it would be troublesome though." I could sense India's growing discomfort as she knew she had to defend these naughty details.
"Not to mention the scenes of nudity that might be required for such scenes to work."
"..."
"It's challenging, especially since it moves into R-rated territory. Did you imagine yourself in the lead here?"
"Huh?"
"Do you picture yourself as the lead in this story? There's a female brunette as the protagonist, is it not?"
"I... I did actually. I always place myself in the story when I plan fiction of this sort. That's what I find most easy to work with."
I nodded.
"That's nice. That also means you've probably considered playing the lead yourself if you got the chance?"
Once again, India acted like she hadn't considered such details and seemed almost shocked by my question.
"..."
"You’ve done this before?” I dared.
“Uh, sure. I mean… No, I haven’t. Uh, what? No... Not yet."
"I see."
"Umm, I... Uh, I’m more than willing to give it a try though."
"Nudity?"
"Uh-huh!"
"And sex scenes?"
"I... I think… I mean…"
Her focus was waning and her face turned an even deeper shade of red. Her breathing intensified too, like a steam engine slowly overheating.
“I'm sure your mother has told you about this, but it cannot be repeated enough. It's a challenging task to be exposed like that."
I was getting turned on by how things were going. I was not sure India noticed my growing hard-on, and I didn't really care. I pushed on, knowing all too well where this would end.
“Uuu… Yes. I know. I mean… I think I know…”
"To be naked around other people and to be naked around Your co-stars isn't for everyone. It takes guts. Remember, even Kate did such scenes in the Underworld franchise. She might have told you about it."
"She did actually. She…" India's voice trailed off like she imagined herself playing out scenes of erotic content. This conversation was really doing a number on her. She was constantly shifting her legs, her fingers fumbled with her shirt. Her gaze met mine when we talked, but her eyes were starting to lose focus, like she was under hypnosis.
"Then you're aware of the required intimacy. It's not the real deal, but it definitely feels like it when the scenes are to be shot."
"..."
She just stared at me with her mouth hanging open, drool forming on her lips. Whatever game she was playing, she was losing. Or maybe this was her plan all along? Planning a ruse just to search me out for an easy lay? You’d be wrong if you think only men did this in Hollywood.
“Skin on skin, the act of faking sex for a movie. You're aware of what's required for that to work?"
"I guess…" she said under laboured breaths, her head swaying from side to side, like she was about to faint.
"And the filmmakers absolutely prefer actors having real-life experiences to boost the quality of these scenes. The more the better."
She was as intimidating as a silly schoolgirl now, having no clue how to express herself, like a young woman trying to explain bad grades to her parents.
“I… I… Uh, I’m not… Oh, fuck it!”
Her face shifted like an alien in human disguise revealing its true nature.
India threw herself onto me. Had I been dressed properly, she would've ripped my clothes to shreds. Her hands roamed all over my abs and my chest, like she couldn’t get enough of my chiseled physique.
This was definitely one of the times I felt like an irresistible movie star meeting a groupie. India jumped into my body, wrapping herself around me as her lips clasped onto mine like a love-missile. While her attention was far from unwelcome, I wanted her to be prepared for what was coming, pulling her off me for a moment.
“Listen... You’re a bit overclothed for this kind of activity, don’t you think?”
“Uh… Yeh… Yes! Sure!”
Reacting immediately she moved back, hands flying to her jacket, then pants, feverishly pulling the articles off. Moving like her life depended on it, she threw everything to the ground in a desperate effort to get nude.
I sat back, taking in the sight of teenage flesh being revealed piece by piece. She was a most lovely creature. Not bothered with overdone sunbathing - her naked body was ivory like a moon goddess. Her breasts had yet to develop fully while her sex was barely obscured by a tuft of dark hair. As she unfastened her hair and let it fly around her shoulders, she looked even younger than her 18 years, almost disturbingly so.
I couldn’t help comparing her to the more developed Noomi Rapace whom I had spent time with last weekend. Noomi was mature and hardened whilst India was a teenage wet dream.
Removing my pants I sat back on the sunbed with my legs spread, letting my fat prong spring out before her. India gawked like she had seen something incomprehensible. Once again, I was stuck by how young she seemed - like a succubus who had just found something to play with.
“Holy shit, you’re so BIG!” she gasped as her hand flew to her pussy which she began to finger vigorously. “I… I can’t wait! I need it inside me! NOW!”
I was unsure how experienced she was, but with a soft push from her hand, I laid down on the sunbed - my dick standing up like a flagpole, its hardness almost painful watching this little nymph getting ready. She moved over me, spreading herself open with one leg on each side of the bed.
It was amazing watching India sink down on me. Prying herself open with one hand, she grabbed my dick with the other, aiming it up her entrance. Not bothering to go soft, she let go and crashed down on me, swallowed me to the root in a movement that was as unexpected as it was impressive.
"OOOOOAOAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
We both moaned out in pleasure as my cock rocketed into her teenage tightness. I was in awe. This young and innocent-looking girl hid a sexually overheated size-queen with nymphomaniacal tendencies.
Moving her feet up onto the sunbed, India leaned forward with her hands on my chest. Starting with a slow push, she sendt herself into a grinding motion. Groaning with lust, I stared into the lovely face above me as her eyes squinted shut. She controlled the tempo, moving up and down faster and faster until she crashed down on me twice a second. Placing my hands on her twitching body, I let India do the job, alowing her to play dominant with her sexy body riding my cock.
The bed was squeaking. We collided faster and faster as I began pumping my hips upwards - each of my thrusts meeting India’s eager counterthrusts, every single throb vibrating through our intertwined bodies. In our mating, we knew the only way to make this better was to feel as much of each others bodies as possible.
Deciding to take command, India didn’t fight it as I turned her around on her back, pushing my entire weight into her. In seconds, we were back at it. India wiggled her legs around me as I pounded her cunt. Her heels dug into my back and her piercing eyes stared into mine - egging me on and tempting me to fuck her harder. I gladly gave her what she wanted and snaked my hand behind her neck, meeting her in a deep kiss.
I knew our violent motions would eventually cause the sunbed to collapse, but neither India nor I cared at that point. Our mating was beyond our control and wouldn’t stop until we had melted together into a single organism. It felt like we were already there – the allure of India’s tights violently pushing into my pelvis, her pussy muscles vigorously contracting around my dick, our arms around each other’s necks pushing our mouths together as our tongues wrestled like mad. We were so tightly tied together that nothing sans muffled groans of pleasure were able to escape our lips.
Opting for some minor adjustment, I gripped India by her thighs and she followed my lead as I pulled her legs backwards until her knees touched her shoulders. It was an awesome position to pound a woman as they’re open and ready for taking. Embracing her again, I made sure to fuck her as hard as I had started out - her feet swinging in the air behind her head as I thrusted inside her.
We began kissing again. Nothing but wanton, sloppy frenching as we explored our mouths. India's smaller tongue danced with my own bigger, producing a tida wave of spit and drool that cascaded out from between our lips.
“Mmmmmmsnnnnscchhhmmmnnnnhmhmmmmmmmmmmm!”
We about lost consciousness, unable to break our kiss for even a second, wrestling in desperate need of feeling each other’s mouths. Huge gasps erupted as we broke apart, but then we crashed back together again, tonguing each other’s mouths until the point of exhaustion.
The weather wasn’t overly hot, but we were getting so sweaty we could’ve fused together and we wouldn’t even know it.
India’s small body pressed into the sunbed as our mating intensified. From the incredible wetness spreading between her legs, I knew she was close - voicing her pleasure louder and louder until she was screaming into my mouth. Releasing my grip around her neck, I leaned back so I could take in the sight of India's body flat on her back, her legs wide open with her hands squeezing and pinching her tits, aiming for release. It didn't take her more than a few seconds.
“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!”
India came. I watched her head tilt backwards so violently I was afraid she might snap her neck. Her upper body arched into a violent bridge, tightening like a bowstring as she came like a geyser around me. Holding onto her hips, I let her ride out the inferno which lasted for several seconds of intense pleasure for her.
Having orgasmed so hard, I let her rest for a few minutes. I had certain ideas on how to finish though, and India knew I wasn't done. As soon as she came down from her massive snatch-quake she sat up on the bed, squinting her eyes and wiggling her tongue in a leery way.
I’m a huge guy, and India is a small girl. As such, I was given plenty of creative opportunities to handle her body. Having just given her an earache of an orgasm, I wanted to try something else. For that I needed to take the action out on the patio, but there were no protests from India as I lifted her up. Her petite body was still a bit limp from her apocalyptic contraction, but she returned to form as soon as she understood what was about to happen.
“Yes! Take me like this! Fuck this teenage slutbag!” she wheezed as I carried her out on the white marble with her arms around my neck, my rock-hard cock still impaling her.
I have lots of experience lifting my lovers, but small women like India are preferred. Her short frame was ideal for traditional coupling: The male in full control, with the female being dominated and forced into pleasure.
I grabbed India under her ass and did an experimental thrust in our standing embrace. I was met with a purr of ecstasy and eyes closing. Cleared for what was about to come, I began lifting her up and down on my cock. Her purrs turning into loud squeals.
I used my large hands to squeeze and fondle India's sexy ass, holding her steady as I lifted her up and down on my cock. Whining like a slut, she made sure to adapt her widespread position from he sunbed into our standing pose. Sensing her legs wiggling in the air beside me, I continued to pound her with all my might, India's squeals now closing in on high-pitched screams.
“EEEEEEEHHHH! IIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHH! EEEHHH! EEEEHH! EEEEEHHHH! EEEHH! EEEHHH! EEEEHH! EEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!”
Thrusing my head forward, I caught her lips with my own, muffling her. Catching on, we began kissing ourselves into another unstoppable frenzy. Each time we broke apart, we immediately crashed back into a violent snog, like our mouths couldn’t tolerate a second of separation. Spit was leaking from between our mouths, covering India’s tits in drool as our tongues entwined like two snakes fucking. I'm sure the security cameras recording our tryst made a tape worthy of several porn awards.
As I felt my nether regions tightening, I knew it was time to fill her womb. Opting for a final position, I made India let go of my neck, slowly leaning her upper body backwards until I held her upside-down in a handstand. Moving my grip from her ass to her thighs, I continued to pump in and out of her. There out on the patio, I imagine the two of us looked like we were modeling for one of the more outrageous descriptions from Vātsyāyana’s ancient sex manual. Any practitioner of Kama Sutra would’ve been in awe. India sounded like she was peering inside the gates of Nirvana - her legs swaying to her sides as I continued to pound her.
«MMMMMNNNNNHHHHH! UUUUUUHHHHHHH! UUUNNNNNNNHHHH!! UUUUNNNNHHH! AAAAAMMNNNNHHHHH!»
Her uncontrollable moans made me shift into high gear. Grabbing India's thighs harder, I held her steady as I fucked her so rough her entire body shook with each thrust. India squealed and widened her legs into an impressive split, closing in on her second climax. After barely a minute in this acrobatic position, the excitement was enough to push both of us over the edge. Unable to control herself she began screaming.
“YES! YES! YES! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! GIVE IT TO ME! FILL MY TEENAGE WHORECUNT WITH YOUR BABY-BATTER! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her insane screams and unusual wording were more than enough to make me lose control. Any man would.
Bucking deep into her, I violently lifted her body off the ground, roaring in peasure as I held onto her and filled her womb with the sticky reward she so deeply craved. India’s teenage body shook like a rag doll in mid-air. Her arms and legs flew out of control, and her orgasmic wailing must have been heard all the way to the Samsons, one kilometer away. I held her as still as I could, emptying my balls and letting India ride out her orgasm until she hung head-down in my grip, wheezing like broken machinery.
Exhausted, we resided back on the sunbed. Lying her atop of me, we cuddled for a while.
***
Having rested for half an hour or so, I realized I must have dozed off again. India was sleeping. Deciding to have a little fun with her, I glanced over to the pool and measured the distance. It would give her one heck of a wakeup call, but it was too fun to resist.
I had to do it fast. Making sure she was still asleep, I shuffled both of my arms underneath her. If she registered it, she might have reasoned I was about to carry her inside the house, but I aimed for a surprise trip to the pool, four feet away.
If she was still asleep when I threw her, she sure as hell awoke when she got airborne. The next moment India was flying – her naked body twitching in the air as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!”
She hit the water headfirst in a hefty splash. Watching her legs disappear, I didn’t wait for her to surface, I jumped straight in after her. Hitting the water in a shallow dive, I was beside her in a flash. Swimming right underneath her, I grabbed her body. Still shocked from her unexpected dive, she must’ve understood my intentions, her soft and frail body immediately clinging onto mine. As we surfaced together, she launched her arms around me as we met in another passionate kiss. I cannot remember a girl so focused on the act of kissing. Her lips clasped onto my mouth as if she would never let go.
Having worn ourselves out from minutes of intense lip-action, we both exited the pool. India strolled beside me, proud of her naked body and even more proud of the effect it had on me.
"This should prove some of the experience you requested, wouldn't you say?"
"I would think so, yes."
"But I think I'd benefit from a bit more. Unless you have any complaints that is." the temptress beside me said with a haughty look.
Laughing, I fished her up in my arms and slung her over my shoulders like a barbarian carrying his catch.
***
We spent the whole weekend together, fucking like rabbits. In fact, for the next couple of days we never dressed and walked around naked, never bothering with clothes.
India had a vivid imagination with plenty of creative ideas. She won me over by suggesting we tried to have sex in every room of H-Block. At first, I laughed at this since several rooms were no more than broom cabinets, but India was persistent. If I was hesitant to follow her to an new location, she took a stance and glanced back at me, letting her hands fly all over her delicious teenage body.
She won every time. In the span of two days, she had me inside every room, from the great hall to the longue to the washing room on the first floor. That’s one advantage the young ones have over an oldie like me - the stamina India put into her mating was on a level that was almost scary.
Being the babblemouth that she was, India went on and told everyone about our adventures. I guess the most likely explanation for her visit was some contest about who could bed most men in Hollywood, who had the partner with the biggest dick, who did the most advanced positions or whatever. These dares were common among up-and-coming actresses back then. They still are.
That India had been in contact with Kate Beckinsale made me assume that Kate could’ve given her the idea. As a matter of fact; it wasn’t long before Kate confessed to everything, giggling that her only regret was that she hadn’t been there with India and me.
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