Ariana Richards was exhausted. She just finished up a long day at the Las Vegas comic con, talking with fans, signing autographs and taking photos. She enjoyed these type of events but over the last few years, after getting married and having a child her life had become a little boring, the same dull routine over and over again. The conventions gave her a small break, a little bit of much needed alone time from her day to day life, and for that she was grateful. As she left the convention hall Ariana heard someone call her name. She stopped, turning to see who was calling her. She spotted a man, probably in his thirties, wearing a tightly fitted T-shirt and jeans quickly approaching her from across the street. Normally she would have kept walking, eager to get back to her hotel, especially in the desert heat, but something about the way the man called out to her grabbed her attention. This didn't sound like some weird, clingy fan trying to get a picture. No, he sounded like he was desperate to speak with her and despite how tired she felt, Ariana decided she would hear him out.
"Thanks for stopping Miss Richards," he says, catching up to her. "Hi. I'm James and I'm a huge fan of your work for years, both your acting and your artwork," he explains. On seeing him up close Ariana couldn't help but notice his muscular chest and arms, his t-shirt hugging his form tightly. "Thanks," Ariana stammers, blushing lightly, realizing she's more than a little attracted to the slightly younger man. "What do you do for a living?" Ariana asks, hoping James doesn't notice her embarrassment. If he notices her discomfort he doesn't show it. "I guess you could say I'm an actor too. Mostly independent films, nothing you've ever seen at least" he says, a sly grin on his face. "I was wondering if you would join me for dinner," he asks, smiling at her. She knew she should just say no, that she should just go back to her hotel and get ready for her flight back home tomorrow morning. No one was more surprised than Ariana when she heard herself answer, "Sure, why not?" "Great, my hotel is right down the street. There's a fancy Italian restaurant on the first floor," James suggests. "Sounds like a plan. Lead the way," Ariana responds, a bit of nervousness in her voice.
They enter the restaurant, the waiter seating them almost immediately as they walk in. The next few hours fly by, the two of them talking and laughing, with a bottle of wine disappearing between the two of them. Ariana is the first to stand, James following her lead. They walk to the lobby of the hotel, awkwardly staring at each other before Ariana finally speaks. "Well it was nice to meet you James but I really need to get back to my hotel and pack." He grins nervously, his face blushing, as he asks, "Come upstairs with me?" "Are you crazy?! I'm married and even if I wasn't I have an early flight tomorrow," Ariana exclaims. "I figured as much when I saw your ring, but I thought it was worth a shot. I thought we had a pretty good time tonight. No reason to let things end here," James laughs. "Just one night, no strings attached. I promise I won't tell anyone," he begs. Ariana just stares into his eyes, seeing the desire he's trying to hold in, desire for her. She can't remember the last time a guy has looked at her like that. Even at home her love life with her husband had been mediocre at best. Things had become dull, almost routine. She missed the passion they'd both had when they started dating, years ago. But she WAS married and she wasn't that kind of woman, right?
She bit her lip, continuing to look at him, agonizing as she tried to make the right decision. As she pondered her dilemma a poster hanging on a nearby caught her eye. Mostly because dead center of the poster was...James. It was an advertisement for some kind of adult movie award show and there was James, James Deen front and center on the poster. He followed her gaze, laughing at the poster. "I was going to tell you...eventually. Most women get too nervous to even talk to me once they know who I am." "I can't imagine why," Ariana replies sarcastically, a smirk on her face. "Please, just give me a chance. Let's get out of here and go upstairs," he pleads. Deep down Ariana loves her husband and would never give a situation like this a second thought, but now, in the moment, with a world famous porn star asking her to spend the night with him, Ariana feels her resolve slipping away. "Alright, let's go," she sighes loudly. Ariana follows him into the elevator, James practically running down the hall to his room as they reach the correct floor.
James unlocks the door and walks in, Ariana following close behind. The room is a huge suite, probably one of the more expensive rooms the hotel offers. "Would you like a drink?" James asks. Deciding a drink will help calm her nerves, Ariana nods in response. He pours them each a drink and sits down on the sofa, setting the drinks on the table. She takes hers and throws it back, finishing it in one quick motion. "Hey take it easy!" James laughs. "Are you that nervous?" he asks. "I've never done anything like this before," Ariana says quietly. "Well I bet I know how to get you in the mood," James says, putting his hand on her cheek. He pulls her closer, leaning in towards her. She closes her eyes before their lips finally touch. He kisses her deeply and she feels the last of her resistance fade away. She fails to contain her shock as James slips his tongue in her mouth, but makes up for it quickly, her tongue wrestling with his in response.
James pulls away suddenly, his hands moving from her body to the bottom of his shirt. He pulls it off, throwing it to the floor as he returns to his original spot next to her. They continue to make out, James gently pushing her onto her back. He lays on top of her as they kiss, sliding his hands up her shirt. She gasps as his hands move up across her stomach, only stopping once they reach her breasts. He cups his hands over them and even though they're still hidden inside her bra, Ariana can feel him squeezing them tightly. James runs his hands down her body, stopping when he reaches her waist. He slips her red tank top up over her head, tossing it to the floor. His hands return to Ariana's hips, fumbling with her belt, and after undoing it, he slides her jeans down off her legs, throwing them near her discarded shirt on the floor.
Ariana blushes as he stares at her hungrily, sprawled on the couch in nothing but her black bra and panties. James moves down her body, stopping once he reaches her legs. Taking a thigh in each hand James gently spreads her legs, illiciting a gasp from Ariana. He reaches down, grabbing the silk crotch of her panties,pulling it aside. Ariana shivers as the cool air hits her surprisingly wet pussy, embarrassment filling her. James opens his mouth and just as Ariana thinks he's about to tease her, he surprises her by burying his face between her legs. She squirms, her body twisting and turning as his tongue explores every last inch of her pussy. She reaches down, grabbing the back of his head, trying to pull him even closer to her wet folds. Her moans and groans of pleasure sharply increase in volume as James increases the speed of his tongue.
A momentary pang of guilt fills her as she realizes James is pleasuring her in a way her husband never could, but she quickly forces herself back to the present. Every time he runs his tongue on her clit she feels like she's going to pass out from pleasure. Suddenly he slides a few fingers inside her and the dam breaks. It feels like an explosion going off between her legs. Waves of pleasure ripple across her body and Ariana lets out a loud scream as her orgasm overtakes her. She lies there panting, her body still quivering as James pulls his fingers out of her. He leans in towards her, and without thinking about it, she takes his hand in hers and sucks her juices off of his wet fingers.
James gently pulls his hand away from her and unbuckles his belt. He turns to Ariana, a small grin appearing on his face. "Go on. You know you want to see it," he growls. Ariana is on autopilot as she reaches up, undoing the button on his jeans and sliding down the zipper. Ariana lets the pants follow to the floor, taking a deep breath before opening the fly of his boxer shorts, his semi erect penis flopping into her waiting hands. Ariana couldn't believe that even flacid he was still bigger than her husband. She reaches out, gently taking his shaft in her hand, stroking his length in its' entirety. James chuckles lightly, his penis enlarging and hardening in her hands as she continues the handjob. "I know you're a vegetarian but I think you'll want to try this meat," James laughs.
Ariana frowns at the comment, but deep down she knows he's right. She's drawn to him in a primal way, an animalistic sense of yearning. She gets off the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of James. Taking a deep breath, Ariana opens her mouth and leans toward him, guiding his now fully erect cock into her mouth. Almost as soon as the tip touches her tongue something changes. She wants to please him, like he did for her, make him feel as good as he made her feel.
Ariana knows she needs to get every last inch of him in her mouth. As she slides him deeper in her mouth she can feel his hands on the back of her head, guiding her. At first he lets her move at her own pace, but after a few moments his grip tightens and he begins jerking her head back and forth, up and down his shaft nearly choking her on his member. He stops moving her head, allowing her to catch her breath, before changing his tactics. He holds her head still, his dick still in her mouth, and begins to thrust his hips back and forth, throat fucking her for several more moments. He stops suddenly, ripping his penis out of her mouth, several strings of spit following him. As Ariana gasps, trying to catch her breath, James looks her deep in the eyes.
"I know we've had some fun so far but now you need to make a choice. Are you done or do you want to go all the way?" James looks to her for a response. Ariana stares back for a moment before answering. "I want to go all the way," she says, a hint of yearning in her voice. "Okay, as long as you understand what's about to happen here. This is a one night stand not date night with the hubby. We're not going to 'make love' or 'have sex' understand? I'm going to fuck you like a porn star," he says. "It'll be the roughest sex you've ever had. There'll probably also be lots of dirty talk and name calling," he continues. "That's what I want," she says, voice quivering. "Alright then. Come on into the bedroom," he commands, taking her by the hand and leading her to a large king size bed. They stop at the foot of the bed. He leans in, kissing her neck as he runs his hands up from her waist, stopping at the clasp on the back of her bra. He undoes the clasp and removes her bra, tossing it aside. James wastes little time, sucking on one breast while using his free hand to play with her nipple on the other. He alternates between the two for several minutes, stopping once her nipples are rock hard. He motions to the bed and she understands.
Ariana crawls to the center of the bed, lying down on her back, full of excitement at what she knows is finally coming. He grabs the waist of her panties and rips them off, throwing them near her bra. She closes her eyes, exhaling deeply as she feels him spreading her legs open. "Should I get a condom?" James asks. "Don't worry about it. I'm on birth control," she replies sheepishly. She watches as he takes his erection in his right hand and begins to rub the tip on her clit and lower lips. She groans at the sensation. "Please don't tease me," she begs. "Then tell me you want it," he growls. "I want it," she whimpers. "I don't believe you," he says, pulling his cock off of her. "Make me believe you!" James exclaims. "I fucking want it! I want you inside me" Ariana shouts. "I know you do," he grins. James lines up the tip of his cock with her pussy and with one hard thrust, pushes himself all the way in.
Ariana lets out a groan as he enters her. He feels so good inside her, his dick stretching her tight, wet walls more than her husband ever has. He slides back and forth slowly, Ariana feeling every inch of him as he penetrates her. James continues this pace for what feels like an eternity until Ariana hears herself cry out, "Fuck me harder James!" They both look at each other, surprised for a moment, but James quickly recovers. He puts his hand on her cheek, his thumb hooking the corner of her mouth, and turns her head so they're eye to eye. "Harder? Whatever you say whore," he laughs. In an instant he goes from zero to one hundred, his hips begin to thrust into hers with lightning speed. He's like a jackhammer between her legs as Ariana wraps her arms and legs around his body like a vise grip. She's pinned against the mattress, the force of his hips bouncing hers against the bed. "You like that bitch? This what you wanted you cheating slut?" He growls at her. Under any other circumstances she'd be angry at being called those types of names but in the given situation she's surprised that it's actually turning her on more. "I fucking love it! Don't stop! Make me cum all over that dick!" Ariana exclaims.
James leans in, grabbing her breasts, squeezing as hard as he can as he continues pounding her pussy, somehow moving even faster and harder than before. The whole bed shakes with every thrust of his hips, Ariana gripping the sheets tightly in both hands. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Right there! Right there! Please don't stop!" She cries. She's never felt pleasure like this before and she knows that she never will again. Ariana can feel her tight, wet walls grabbing on to James' cock for dear life but he still slides in and out with little effort, a testament to how wet he's made her. She wishes they could stay like this forever but her body betrays her. With warning she reaches orgasm again, this time even more intense than the first. Her pussy trembles, squeezing and gripping his cock as she cums. Ariana lets out a loud, animal like scream as her climax spreads across her whole body, shaking and twitching, James pulling her against him. As she finishes, he lets her go, panting as she tries to recover. She whimpers softly as he pulls out of her, his cock covered in her juices. Ariana is about to speak when James, one step ahead, moves next to her, rock hard dick in his hand. Despite her exhaustion, she eagerly wraps her mouth around it, sucking and licking every last inch of his cock clean, tasting her juices in the process.
James pulls himself from her mouth, lying on the bed next to her. She inches over, resting her head on his chest. James snakes a hand down between her legs and begins rubbing her clit. "Don't relax just yet," he purrs into her ear. "We're just getting warmed up. You haven't seen anything yet." Ariana closes her eyes, the rest of the world fading away as she focuses on the sensation of James' hand furiously rubbing her clit. Disappointment fills her as he stops abruptly. "Ok, it's my turn now," he says grinning. Ariana follows his gaze, his still erect dick in his other hand, James stroking himself slowly. Ariana suddenly feels nervous again, knowing that she needs to do for him what he's already done for her several times tonight. She's not sure how she can compete with all the porn stars James has slept with over the years, but she's determined to try. She owes him that.
Ariana stares at him, eyes full of lust. "Lie down," she growls at him, a mischievous smile on her face. James obeys, quickly lying down in the center of the bed. She crawls towards him seductively, still grinning at him as she does. Ariana grabs his cock tightly, rubbing it all along the shaft, James groaning softly. She swings a leg over his body, and after lining the head of his cock with her pussy she slowly lowers herself onto him. Ariana is so wet at this point that his cock slides inside her like a hot knife through butter. She lets out a low moan as he stretches the walls of her pussy as she takes him deeper and deeper. Once he's fully inside her Ariana begins a slow, back and forth motion with her hips. James groans in approval, grabbing each of her ass cheeks, squeezing tightly as Ariana begins to pick up speed. "I thought I said we're going to fuck, not make love," James teases, grinning at her. "Whatever you say," Ariana replies, grinning back at him. Placing her hands on his chest she begins practically jumping up and down on him, her hips smacking hard against his, the whole bed shaking with each motion she takes.
As she continues bouncing up and down on his hard dick Ariana is slightly embarrassed as she realizes she's never felt this much pleasure when having sex with her husband. She moans and groans every time he's completely inside her, each thrust bringing her closer to orgasm. Her body trembling, seconds from cumming, James grabs her hips tightly, preventing Ariana from sliding herself onto him that final time. She lets out a soft whimpering sound, causing James to smile at her. "I know, it's not fair. You were about to cum right?" "Yeah I was," she pouts, trying to lower herself onto his still hard cock. "And you still will, just when and how I want you to," he grins back at her. "Do you trust me?" He asks her. Ariana is a little confused by the question but nods at him. "Yeah I do," she answers softly. Hands still on her hips, James motions with his head, directing her to the empty space next to him on the bed. With a sigh she swings her over him and lays down on her back next to him.
James walks out of the bedroom, into the adjoining bathroom, Ariana letting out another disappointed sigh. He returns seconds later, a small bottle in his hand. "What is that?" Ariana asks, unable to see the label from her spot on the bed. "It's lube," James replies, a sheepish grin on his face. "We don't need that," Ariana whines. "You know how wet my pussy is...." She stops speaking, realization washing over her. "I've never... James I'm not sure...Are you sure?" Ariana stammers, concern in her voice. James moves one of the chairs in the room so it's facing the bathroom door before he responds to her. "Hey I know you're scared but it's going to be fine. There's no better way to end your night with a porn star than a big anal sex finale," he laughs. She stares at him for a moment, trembling slightly. "Will it hurt?" Ariana asks quietly. "Maybe just a little pinch when it goes in, but you get used to it after a few minutes," he explains. "What do you say?" James asks, eyes intently on her. "Alright, let's get this over with," Ariana sighes.
"Here," James says, squirting a little bit of the lube into her open hand. He sits down in the chair, rubbing a handful of the lube all over his still hard cock. Ariana bends over, spreading her cheeks with her other hand and rubs the lube all around her asshole. It's cold on her skin and she lets out a little gasp, James laughing lightly. She turns, glaring at him for a second before she begins to laugh herself. He motions to her and Ariana complies, walking over to him. "Turn around," he tells her. Ariana turns, her back to him, before getting herself into position. She leans backs, one hand on each of the chair's arms. James helps her, grabbing her ankles, right first, then the left, placing her feet on either side of him on the seat of the chair. It's an awkward position but Ariana trusts that he knows what he's doing. She can feel James lining his dick up with her asshole, the head grazing her clenched, tight hole. She nods slowly, taking a deep breath and James pushes himself into her slowly.
"Ugh!" Ariana cries, the tip of his dick entering her tight asshole. "You okay?" James asks. She nods quickly, her eyes tearing up. James continues, slowly sliding himself further into her, Ariana groaning as he does. She breathes a sigh of relief when she feels his balls on her ass, realizing he's fully inside her. It still feels a little painful, but to her surprise, she starts to grow used to it. James grabs her hips and begins to guide Ariana up and down. She takes the hint, slowly working her body in a slow, rhythmic motion up and the the length of James' hard cock. James begins a back and forth motion of his own, slightly faster than hers, as she continues fucking him. She would never say that anal sex was as good as normal sex, but as she rides his dick Ariana feels foolish for initially reacting the way she did. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and everything changes.
Watching as she's getting fucked in the ass Ariana finds herself...aroused? No, she thinks, that can't be right. Gazing intently at the mirror she sees herself, back arched, face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as one of the biggest dicks she's ever had pumps in and out of her ass like a piston. Her breathing becomes ragged the longer she watches, seeing her breasts bouncing with each of James' hard thrusts, her legs wide open, exposing her wet pussy for the world to see. As if he can read her mind, Ariana sees James slide one of his hands around her body, down between her legs and begins furiously rubbing her swollen clit. Ariana moans loudly, blushing at how loud she is. She looks to see if James noticed. He didn't, a look of intensity on his face as he increases the speed of his hand, sliding a few fingers inside her. Ariana moans even louder, both her tight holes now being pleasure simultaneously.
She thinks of all the women James must have slept with in his time as a porn star, wanting to last as long as she possibly can, trying so desperately to impress him. What feels like a small eternity passes before Ariana fails him. Pleasure overtakes her, the pressure on both her holes too much for her as she has yet another orgasm, body shaking as she screams loudly. Worlds away she hears James mutter "Oh fuck!" His voice barely a whisper in her current state. The cock in her ass trembles violently as Ariana feels disappointed realizing their time together is coming to an end as she feels James blast his huge warm load deep inside her ass. He slips his hands under her legs, and cock still buried in her tight asshole, he stands, lifting her up in the process. James walks to the bed, lowering her onto it, Ariana now on her hands and knees. She whines, pouting softly as James pulls himself out of her ass, a thin trail of semen falling from his cock onto her firm ass. He laughs softly, rubbing her ass gently. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" James asks, grinning. "No I guess not," Ariana laughs. "Bet you never did anything like that with your husband?" James asks. Ariana answer slowly, her face a deep red as she blushes. "No, never," she replies, voice barely a whisper. Ariana lies down on her stomach, smiling at him, when a knock on the door interrupts their conversation. Grabbing a robe James goes to answer the door as Ariana scrambling, grabs the bed sheet and wraps her naked body.
James returns to the bedroom followed closely by a large muscular black man. "Damn, you're right bro, she is fine," he says, grinning at James "Ariana this is my friend Prince Yahshua. He's a porn star like me. He'll be...joining us for the rest of the evening," James laughs. Prince grins as he walks towards the bed, Ariana taking a deep breath as she prepares herself for a long night...
Topic: Celebrity Sexcapades: Ariana Richards Part 1 (Read 8567 times)