La Caza Tales Pt. 1
Starring: Salma Hayek, Scarlett Johansson
Codes: MFF, Romance, Cheating/Affairs, Dirty Talk, Oral, Anal, Titty Fuck, Facial
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
Special thanks to my friend Runningrock for helping me with the title for this series.
Los Angeles, CaliforniaApril 2013Across a clear blue sky, clouds hung high and across the view stretching out beyond traffic on a hot spring day. Seasonal change in California was meaningless once the later hours of morning had shifted long enough for the heat to wash away any coolness that came from the previous night. Green hills were visible just before the mountains in the distance while the streets stretched and turned into paths beyond the gated estates and other-worldly homes far out from the rest of the city. Hidden Hills was a gated community sitting outside Los Angeles with roads requiring proper navigation into the bigger city for work during the week days. Within five months of living there, Winston Moss was beginning to find himself accustomed to the routes and scenery while gripping the steer wheel of his black BMW.
The roads were smooth, a far cry from the rocky dirt paths he was used to navigating back home in Virginia. 2012 was the year in which the world was supposed to end, playing into the old Y2K scare from the previous decade he remembered from his youth. While the world was still in tact, something had changed for Winston. A new beginning as he had found himself among the inner circles of high society just outside of Hollywood. How a thirty-two year old man from the other side of the country had wound up here wasn't so much a mystery when considering where he had found himself in the past five months. The question came from anyone inside certain social circles involving one special A list actress in Hollywood: just who was Winston Moss and what business did he have around her?
Where he came from was of no concern, as Winston was confident in his current place in life after spending the last five years living in L.A. and trying to get somewhere in the entertainment industry. His one skill was in photography as well as camera work, but without much of a background, no studio seen a reason to take a risk on someone who appeared to be a mere amateur. Perhaps a better question to wonder would've been in the realms of existence to a higher power in the universe. If anyone had dared to ask Winston if he was willing to or previously had sold his soul in exchange of a better life, the answer was an easy yes. It didn't come with a ceremony of sorts or taking an oath. Lucking into the right situation was always about being in the right place at the right time, knowing certain people and having special friends. His devil if one wanted to refer to her as that, was none other than actress Salma Hayek.
Their meeting had come months ago before the year passed as Winston had caught Salma's eye after getting thrown out of a party he was not invited to. Willing to do anything to try and get his name out there in hopes of joining a studio for modelling or even working in the cheapest of B movie studios. It was a chance coincidence for him to bump into a woman of her wealth and fame, but such was the rewards of taking chances in life and going for risky adventures. It was only the third party he had sneaked his way into with the previous two only leading him to brush shoulders with socialites and a few models. At first, she had mistaken him as an identity thief, since he had forged an ID to sneak into the party to begin with. For some reason or another, Salma had seen Winston as a useful man, offering him a hand and a new life if he were willing to accept. How could he say no to a better world of living?
As the new year had proven that the apocalypse was not coming, his body didn't cease to exist as his name had been changed into one that had no paper trails leading back home. With a bank account in the six-figure range and given the keys to one of her upper class homes tucked away in a gated community outside of L.A., Winston had a new purpose in life. Salma had made reason to keep Winston around as an 'assistant' but only he and she knew the true reason that she had shoved him somewhere safe to keep. That fateful night was the beginning of an affair, one that had led him to where he currently resided. Given a new identity of last name, Winston signed on as a 'PR manager' as Salma had dubbed him. As she had told him from the night they had met, a man that would go out of his way to sneak into parties and try to get somewhere in the business was one with determination. A useful piece for her to maneuver over the chessboard of her personal life.
Upon agreement to this new life, Winston had to prove himself to the forty-seven year old married actress. It was made apparent to him that Salma had other useful men around handling various things for her, mostly involving paparazzi. None of them were engaged in an affair like Winston had found himself having a more significant part of her life. He wasn't allowed to ask about her business involving her husband outside of the country or any other personal matters. Winston enjoyed joking with himself that he had soul his soul to a devil, thinking of Salma in her 'Dusk Till Dawn' role as a succubus who had taken his soul after performing a dance routine. It was something he had dreamed of back in his younger days when he first saw her in that movie. She may not have been the first crush he had in life, but she was one willing to sacrifice his previous life for in a wild journey that awaited both of them. Even if it meant for him to be used as her foot stool, he seen no problem with such a demand.
As part of his new identity, a makeover of his appearance had been ordered. His dark brown hair had been cut shorter and his face clean shaved from where he previously had a thick black mustache. Salma insisted he begin working out to build up his muscles, but Winston preferred to have that equipment back at her home rather than going out to gyms and socializing. He preferred to keep to himself as a man who didn't always have many friends, something that Salma took a liking towards. It was nice for her to have a good man tucked away behind a gated community in an area outside of L.A. where she could have some personal time to herself when needed. With the money he had now; Winston had no problem occupying himself if she wasn't around. The BMW was the first of his purchases along with an exercise bike for upstairs and a couple hundred dollars spent on various vinyls of classic rock albums.
In the months passing, Salma was impressed to see how he wasn't spending much of the money she had given him. It was another sign to her that Winston had more to offer in terms of usefulness. The time had come for him to begin making his own income as one of her managers with jobs that involved him having a hand in her business. Most of this consisted around interviews, the typical 'boring PR stuff' as Salma liked to call it but on this special day Winston had been given a much better job. Salma had an interview with a major publication who would no doubt be putting her name on the front cover while another actress filled the slate with a full photoshoot. After a conversation days ago, Winston agreed with Salma that they would negotiate for a better payout. Despite not being on the magazine's front cover, Salma wanted her name to appear in larger print advertising her interview through the pages.
1 PM was the time he needed to be at the office and unless he made several stops along the way to waste time, Winston would be arriving less than thirty minutes early. Salma would already be there, escorted with her bodyguards and a metallic blue Cadillac Escalade serving like stagecoach for a royal family member. The woman always knew how to carry herself with grandiose class and luxury to give the appearance of a queen. Downtown traffic was always hectic as something Winston had learned from living in Los Angeles within a few years. Not worrying about the time, he found the Esquire magazine office and the car park sitting next to it. Both buildings were grey with the car park being slightly taller, mostly due to other buildings surrounding it that served it's purpose in placement. It took a few minutes to park on the third floor and then make an exit. Thankfully the office was in walking distance, not requiring too much time as the clock was only seven minutes from a new hour.
With a tall build, Winston stood in a black suit without the tie as the white collar to his undershirt gave away the color. His short brown hair was slicked back, as he easily blended in with the dress up of a business man. His suits had been paid for under the six-figure budget Salma allowed for him beginning months ago before the pages of a new year had been flipped. He had the complete appearance of a new man, taking life of his new identity. When it came time to choosing his surname, Moss was the first one that popped into his mind. Salma approved of it while Winston demanded to keep his first name and not go by anything else. He dreamed of the day that the name Moss would potentially carry some weight to it within the industry, even if his sole purpose was working with Salma. Those thoughts weren't at the center of his mind today as he entered the building and looked around the lobby.
"Looking for someone?"
A familiar voice had nearly caught him off guard. Winston turned around to his left side to see Salma herself standing before him. A smile curved over her small red lips, her long dark hair was split down the middle offering a subtle view of diamond ear rings. She wore a black dress, offering a view of her impressive heavy cleavage with a black leather skirt down below with black high heels to finish off her outfit. Always a woman of style, putting on the appearance of a royal queen. Winston nodded, offering her a smile.
"Yeah, you should know I'm only looking for you."
Around them the lobby for the office was decorated with plain white walls and a few framed photographs hanging on each wall. A row of black chairs were off to the east and west side while the elevators were to the north. Winston didn't bother studying the round shaped reception desk in the middle while people came and went. Salma nodded at him, returning the smile as she soon began to walk. Two of her bodyguards were sitting in the waiting chairs, each of them in suits like Winston. As they approached the elevator, Salma spoke to Winston to spark a conversation before their meeting.
"You're right on time, I'm glad I didn't have to call you."
He chuckled at her remark.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
Salma smirked, glaring over at him from her right side before replying.
"No, I just have to wonder if you're ever going to slip up and get too comfortable with yourself back home. It's been five months so far and you've proven to be worth the chance I took."
Winston let out a sigh as the elevator doors slid open and both of them entered alone. He stood at her right side while Salma pushed a button for one of the higher floors. The doors silent shut as he reached over with his left hand to graze the metal hand rail beneath his finger tips.
"I guess you've already checked in and know where to go, huh?"
She nodded her head.
"Of course. I've been here before, more than once."
Turning to look at him, her brown eyes starred back at his face. Winston was a bit taller than Salma, even with the slightly elevated height her heels offered.
"You'll be doing most of the negotiations without me. I've already told them that you're an agent representing me."
Hearing her words, Winston couldn't help but smile.
"Me? Your agent?"
"Mmmhhhhmmm,at least today you are. Think you can handle this without me, Winston?"
Such a question was almost like a dare from the tone of her voice. Salma knew he wasn't going to say no. Sure enough, Winston nodded to her.
"Yeah, I can handle this just fine. You said you want your name in bigger print on the cover, right?"
"That's right."
"You never told me who's going to be on the cover of this magazine. I figured it was going to be you."
"No, I'm not on the cover. Scarlett Johansson is."
Winston was somewhat surprised to hear this revelation, as Salma could see from the reaction painted on his face. She smiled, leaning over and then kissing him on the cheek as the elevator stopped on the 7th floor.
"If you wanna do a good job, make sure my name is as large as hers on the cover. Or better yet, put my name close to hers, how's that?"
"I think I can handle that."
The doors parted down the middle, opening the way on the new floor. Salma smiled, slashing her teeth at him while Winston had blushed from her soft kiss. Together they made an exit out of the elevator, her heels clacking over the elevator's floor before fading into a boom under the carpet. Salma pointed down the left hallway.
"The offices are back there. I'll meet you on the other side when you're done."
"Sounds like a plan, babe."
They split up, as Salma headed down the opposite path of the hallway to separate offices. Winston marched his way down to the offices but not without turning to glance over his shoulder at her buxom figure. Watching her move by stomping those heels into the carpet floor ahead of her. Confidence was key, as Winston believed Salma knew just what she was doing. She was grateful that he didn't ask too many questions regarding her business now that she was mobilizing him to be more than just a fuck toy off to the side, hidden away in one of her homes that wasn't a necessity to her every day life. Over time he was beginning to grow on her in the past five months, giving her belief in the possibility of sharing more than the erotic adventures together behind mansion walls. Salma had high expectations for Winston, figuring that a man hungry enough to take on this role with a new identity, was going to have a long future with her.
While he would be busy negotiating the deal with editors of the magazine, Salma was treated to a basic interview as part of her deal with the magazine's issue of the monthly. A three piece photograph shoot had already been accomplished the week prior with her modelling in a black dress. Only three of the photos would make it into the magazine as now she was running through a basic interview. It was nothing too personal with most of the questions centering around what she planned to do in Hollywood with film selection and future projects of the year. The interview was less than fifteen questions and took less than thirty minutes to complete. After she was finished and had shaken hands with the woman conducting the questions, Salma left the room and wandered off to the photo session room near by. There she stood near some of the crew, peaking in behind white walls with her keen eyes at a photoshoot featuring Scarlett Johansson.
A bed was laid out for the photo session with all cameras focused on it. Behind the bed was the window itself with sunlight illuminating this set piece. Salma's observant eyes followed the pale skinned actress, witnessing her pose of laying across the bed on the right edge. Scarlett had tilted her head, resting her head beneath the palm of her right hand and showing off a new tattoo of a necklace design over her wrist. Her long golden hair was on display from the angle she remained at. The cameras flashed and the man standing behind the station signaled a thumbs up with his right hand. Salma just stood there, watching and looking at those blue eyes from a distance. When Scarlett leaned up from the bed after the last photograph snap, her outfit was visible. It was a simple dress with small shoulder straps in a navy blue color appearing lighter due to the sunlight beaming through the exposed window. All of her curves demonstrating a buxom voluptuous build were on complete display.
Scarlett had a sultry appearance based off her outfit, now roaming her right hand through her hair while having a friendly conversation with one of the crew men standing behind the set. She smiled before cracking a laugh and didn't seem to witness the dark haired woman dressed in black off in the corner observing and contemplating in deep thoughts. Salma had met Scarlett once many years ago back on the set of another photoshoot involving a fashion magazine. Years gone by felt as if the event occurred a lifetime ago and now Salma had the chance to meet the woman for the first time. Her mind wandered back to Winston, now considering the possibility of introducing her side lover to a game she had not played with a partner in several years. Perhaps it was time to introduce Winston to cruising, or 'La caza' as she preferred to call it in Spanish. Scarlett Johansson was on her radar now.
Stepping away from the doorway, Salma didn't want to alert anyone inside from taking notice of her as an uninvited guest snooping about. Scarlett soon left the set, walking off to the dressing and makeup room that wasn't far off from the set. When Salma stepped back into the hallway, a crew member in a black T-shirt brushed beside her not paying her any attention whatsoever. She was left alone while waiting for Winston to reunite with her, figuring it would have to be soon. Still, her mind wandered back to Scarlett and some of the rumors she had heard about that sultry woman from mutual friends in their social circles. A reputation for a wild private life had followed Scarlett after her divorce from Ryan Reynolds. Salma remembered the rumors she had heard from men they had both brushed shoulders with, figuring from such tales, Scarlett was a woman that indulged in the kind of fun she was currently considering.
"Hey! I got it taken care of, babe."
Winston's voice alerted Salma, snapping her out of the daydream she was beginning to slip into. Turning to look at him, she witnessed the smile over his face while crossing her arms over her busty chest.
"You've got a deal with the editors. They're going to print your name right under Scarlett's, I told them you'd appreciate it and maybe come back for a cover photo shoot."
"Excellent, you've done good today."
Upon her reply, Winston could see that Salma's mind was elsewhere for the time being. He stepped around her to see where her eyes had wandered off to in the doorway of the photo session room. As he stood next to Salma's left shoulder, glancing into the room from behind her, Scarlett entered his vision. The blue dress had been discarded and now she wore an unbuttoned white jacket, showing off a black bra that contained her busty breasts and flashes of a black thong. She stood for a moment, buttoning up the jacket so the photographers could proceed with a few more shots. Salma glanced away to see Winston's face and his eyes locked on the blonde hair actress in the room.
"What do you think of her?"
Winston glanced away from Scarlett, looking back at Salma for a moment as he answered her.
"She's pretty, but not as beautiful as you."
Salma rolled her eyes and shook her head. Such a predictable remark from him.
"Oh, spare me the flattery."
"Well, maybe I should ask you the same question. What do you think of her, babe?"
Both of them had their eyes set on Scarlett who was now playing with a hand mirror and posing for a few more photos. Her long golden hair was properly fixed up, bouncing off her shoulders as she smiled back at the camera. Salma thought for a few seconds before responding to Winston's questions in a low voice.
"I think she's a whore."
A strong word to call another woman, as Winston was completely taken by surprise.
"What?"
Salma's eyes glared back at Winston.
"You heard me. Don't tell me you aren't looking at her and having wild fantasies about that woman, Winston."
"No, I'm not."
"Don't lie to me!"
Slightly raising her voice, Salma turned and then smirked at Winston. He glanced down at her cleavage on display below with her arms still folded before gazing up at her big brown eyes. The answers he had given her were words of denial. The last thing Winston wanted was for Salma to believe he would choose another famous woman over her. Since he wasn't going to reply, she smirked and carried on speaking in her low voice.
"I see the way you're looking at her. It isn't that different from how I've been watching her myself. I dare you to try and tell me you can't envision her doing dirty things with you... and me."
Finishing off her final words slowly, Salma watched Winston gaze back at Scarlett. Those big blue eyes caught sight and glanced over at the two of them standing in the doorway as she began walking away from the camera stations. Salma spoke once more.
"I'm pretty sure she gets up to some fun times from what I've heard around certain people. With a body like that, I'm certain when I tell you she would make a good treat for tonight. Winston baby, I think it's time we play a game together."
He chuckled at her words, glancing back into Salma's eyes upon answering her back. The tone of her voice had shifted offering a subtle touch of tenderness when she called him 'baby'.
"A game? What are you getting at, Salma?"
Smiling back at him, Salma spoke in a low and almost seductive tone of voice with her heavy accent.
"Let's call it La caza. Have you ever had a threesome before, Winston?"
"No."
"Well today is your chance to have one. Go hunting for me, like cruising. Try and seduce that blonde whore to take a trip with you and me. "
She uncrossed her arms from her chest before speaking once more.
"I'm eager to see if the rumors I've heard are true."
Winston glanced back at her dumbfounded at such a request. He knew Salma had a dirty mind but this came so suddenly and with little planning. The thought of having a threesome had not even crossed his mind but now he had to think quickly.
"I don't know if I can do that, babe."
"What do you mean you can't? You managed to negotiate something for me a few minutes ago. You can handle her, have a little faith in yourself!"
"That's different though, that was business. What am I going to approach her and talk to her about?"
Salma let out a sigh, then shook her head. No matter how dearly she liked Winston, he could be hard-headed about such things. Perhaps he didn't remember their meeting like she did, as she believed of him to be an ambitious man. If he could lie his way into parties he wasn't invited to, Salma seen no reason he couldn't sweet talk a woman into having a nightly affair. If he were to put forth the effort, Winston could accomplish something. It was frustrating at times how little he seemed to believe in his own abilities.
"Tell her anything! Come on, you manage yourself well whenever you want to. Tell her you're some big shot agent or whatever. Don't act like you've forgotten how to make stuff up. Invite her over to meet me and we have dinner tonight or some drinks, you decide."
Stepping away from him, Salma glanced over her shoulder and smirked.
"If you really want a threesome, you'll convince her to come over to the house. I know you will."
She swaggered off, leaving him to listen to the sound of her booming heels pushing down into the carpet below. Without Salma there, Winston was going to have to approach Scarlett on his own. The session room had crew members shuffling about, dismounting pieces of the camera work station and moving other materials from the set. Scarlett had ventured off to the changing room as her photo shoot was complete. Winston figured he would wait for her to come out while Salma was no where to be seen in the hallway. He figured she must have retreated back to the lobby, leaving him to work alone for this assignment. For the time being, Winston figured he would wait for Scarlett, standing in the same area near the doorway where Salma previously stood. It was almost funny to him that no members of the photography crew told him to leave, but maybe that was a privilege that came with wearing a suit and giving off the appearance of an important figure.
While awaiting Scarlett to re-enter his sight, Winston had the time to think of how he was going to approach her. The longer he thought about Salma's words, he couldn't deny that she had a point. He was skilled when it came to smooth-talking someone when he wanted something bad enough. A threesome with Salma and Scarlett was just one of those things he was feeling the desire build up to within his heart. By the time she finally stepped back out, Scarlett had changed into her casual clothes. A white shirt covering her chest beneath a black leather jacket and a pair of denim jeans hugging every curve she had down below. Her feet were pushed down into a pair of white sneakers, giving the appearance she could blend in with anyone outside the building. Her long golden hair was wrapped up in a pony tail, hands shoved down into the pockets of her jeans as she came strutting towards the doorway. Winston offered her a smile and spoke up.
"Hi, Miss. Johansson. That was an impressive display for a photo session."
Her big blue eyes gazed up at Winston upon offering him a smile and nod.
"Why, thank you. I noticed you and a woman who looked quite familiar making yourself cozy right there while you watched me."
Winston laughed.
"That woman was Salma Hayek, do you two know each other?"
Scarlett's face lit up in surprise, suddenly smiling back at him before she answered him.
"Oh, no. I have much respect for her though. Please tell her I said hello, I would appreciate that."
"You can have that chance yourself, if you'd like. Salma wanted me to invite you over for some drinks, if you're interested."
"That's nice of her, but who are you?"
"I'm Winston Moss, one of her agents. I handle her contracts with magazines, fashion photography and other stuff."
Quirking up an eyebrow, Scarlett nodded upon replying.
"Oh, so you're a modelling agent? How come I've never heard of you?
"Well, probably because I only work with Salma. I don't take offers from anyone else."
Her face faded into a soft smile.
"She has her own people not connected to any agency? That must be nice, maybe I could have something like that one day."
"Yeah, do you want to meet her?"
"It would be a pleasure."
"Alright, after you, Miss. Johansson."
As he stepped aside to allow her to walk past him, Scarlett laughed.
"Oh, don't call me that, dear. Scarlett is just fine."
He chuckled at her response. Together, Winston and Scarlett headed to the elevator as another person stepped in front of them from the hallway, joining inside. The man had a black beard and light blue shirt as Winston didn't pay him much attention. Luckily the button he pressed in the elevator was for the lobby, directly where Winston needed to take Scarlett. Silence fell upon them in the elevator as Scarlett glanced over to look at Winston, almost as if she were studying his face momentarily. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Scarlett stepped in front of Winston as they hurried out. Just as he expected, Salma was waiting in the lobby. A grin ran across her small lips as she stepped out to greet Scarlett.
"Hello there, Scarlett."
"It's nice to finally meet you, Salma."
The two women embraced in a hug with Salma's wide smile flashing her teeth. Winston just stood there and watched as Salma spoke back to Scarlett.
"My friend Winston and I were wondering if you'd like to join us for some company."
Scarlett nodded.
"Yes, he spoke to me about that."
Salma smirked back at her before responding.
"I'm sure you're not doing anything important for the rest of the day, are you?"
"Actually, I was gonna head back home until now and maybe watch some movies."
"Those movies can wait. You wanna ride with me or Winston?"
Turning to glance over at Winston, Salma grinned at him and gave him a wink. He was impressed how quickly Salma had taken control of the conversation, seeing as she didn't want Scarlett to have second thoughts about this. The blonde haired actress shook her head at the latter reply.
"No, I think I would rather ride with you. I took a cab here."
"Sounds perfect..."
Pleased from the tone of her voice, Salma stepped off, her heels clacking loudly over the floor's surface below. Winston soon joined her, walking side by side with Scarlett slightly behind her. The bodyguards who had accompanied Salma soon joined, as they would be in the vehicle with her upon the drive. Winston was impressed how easy this had been for both of them. Not much talking, as everything had come straight down to business with a simple goal at hand.
"I can't believe this was so easy. I figured she would be hard to talk into any kind of meeting."
Salma chuckled a slight laugh. They walked out of the entrance doors with the sunlight beaming down over them as she replied.
"That was the easy part. We'll see how quickly she gets up to some fun. I'll be sleeping the night back at your house."
"What about Scarlett?"
Turning to look at Winston to her right side, Salma gave him a smug grin.
"Don't worry about her. She can call a cab to get back home."
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2 HOURS LATER
The trip back to the secluded mansion in Hidden Hills was a short journey. Winston had followed behind Salma's Cadillac Escalade, knowing she was sitting in the back alongside Scarlett. When they arrived at the mansion, Winston and Scarlett had taken off their shoes to get more comfortable. He was more than ready to get out of his pinstriped suit and get comfortable, changing into a pair of blue gym shorts a white T-shirt. Scarlett had taken off her black leather jacket, tossing it over one of the chairs in the kitchen. Salma wanted to pour a few glasses of wine once they had arrived back and began to relax during the day. The three of them hoisted their glasses in a toast to new friendships before each of them took a sip. Winston wasn't too into wine, but he would share a few glasses upon request of Salma.
Inside the bottom floor of the mansion was a living room connected to the foyer, just beyond the staircase that led to the higher floors. The room was a large and almost empty in space apart from a fireplace on the northern wall and large white leather couch in the middle and a low, white padded table off to the side. A wide screen television hung from above the fireplace and a dark mahogany wooden table was close by with a vinyl player near a shelf stacked with various vinyls. The carpet below was in a beige color, freshly vacuumed just yesterday. Off to the right side was a mirror wall offering reflection while the opposite side was a set of sliding glass windows that led into the yard. For much of the time Winston and Salma spent enjoying each other's company was in the living room, making use of the large couch and sometimes the white padded table that sat close to it. It extended out long enough for someone to lay upon, better server as a tanning table for outside.
Scarlett had made herself comfortable laying her back over the table. It was low off the ground for a reason, as Salma liked to make use of it between various positions next to the couch. Beneath Scarlett was the padded white cushion surface. She arched herself up with her elbows shoved down into it, crossing her legs together with her feet dangled off. She faced Salma who stood in front of her while Winston was seated down onto the couch from behind. Upon the various subjects they had spoke of, the women traded small discussion about how they were both with Frenchmen. Scarlett knew of Salma's marriage, but few were aware of her own current relationship. The grin that moved across Salma's face was more than enough to tell Winston how little regard she had in Scarlett having a day of infidelity. He was already aware, given of what she had called the woman and noting that she could simply call a taxi to leave when they were finished with her.
"So how long have you been dating this new man?"
Salma asked Scarlett as she stepped around her, moving to the couch.
"About six months now."
"Oh, so you've got a good long term relationship?"
Scarlett had turned her head to look at Salma and smiled back at the older woman before nodding.
"Yeah, I guess you could call it that."
With a smirk, Salma replied.
"Too bad for him he's not here to join us, or maybe we would have a double date together."
Winston laughed, uncrossing his legs from where he was sitting at Salma never took her eyes off Scarlett. She studied her reaction, seeing a light blush across her face as the time for beating around the bush had ended and the game of seduction was now commencing. Scarlett replied after a few seconds of waiting.
"You know, I'm not sure you would've invited me here if I was with him today."
"What makes you say that?"
"I get the impression you and your friend here have your own ideas besides a double date."
Salma's eyes moved to Winston whom she moved her eyebrows towards, as if she were silently suggesting something to him in coded facial language. He wasn't sure what she was trying to say, but it seemed apparent that Scarlett may have caught onto their game. Moving from the couch, Salma stepped over Scarlett. The younger actress followed her every move with her big blue eyes, almost glaring at her.
"That's a pretty good impression, I'll give you that."
Scarlett smiled.
"My friend P has told me some things about you before."
Placing her hands on her hips, Salma gazed down at Scarlett. She knew just who 'P' was, none other than her old friend Penelope Cruz.
"Oh really? I take it by P, you mean Penelope Cruz, right?"
Nodding at her, Scarlett let out a soft giggle.
"Oh yes, we've been friends for years now. She told me about how special you are to her and some of the things you've done together."
"Did Penelope tell you about what we did on the set of that western movie from two-thousand-and-six?"
Scarlett leaned up and then with a wide smile, she nodded her head. Salma didn't know how to react as Winston began to laugh. Before he could utter any words ruining this moment between the two women, Salma raised her left hand and motioned with her index finger for him to stand up and approach them. Scarlett broke eye contact with Salma to glance over her left shoulder when she heard Winston moving about as he stood up. As she lay there over the table with both of them standing before her, Winston to the left and Salma to the right, all she could do was crack up into laughter.
"I knew there was a better reason for both of you inviting me here rather than a few drinks."
Salma smirked as she leaned down a bit. Scarlett raised herself up, now sitting over the table as her feet hung off the ends of it.
"If Penelope has told you about me and her, then you already knew I liked to have a taste of a good woman, huh?"
Without replying, Scarlett starred back into those big brown eyes and then leaned forward as Salma had come into face-distance with her. From where Winston was standing, he got to watch two of the most famous women in Hollywood lock their lips together for a short kiss. Scarlett had moved her hands up to cup Salma's face, embracing the moment for a full passionate kiss. By the time their lips broke, Winston could feel his erection rising within his shorts. Salma's eyes looked up at her lover man, prompting Scarlett to turn her head and glance upward at Winston who was just smirking down at her. Salma moved to sit down over the table, forcing Scarlett to move her legs over to the left side.
"You mind if I help you take your shirt off, babe?"
Scarlett soon felt the touch of Salma's hands running up her stomach. Salma shook her head, answering Winston for the other woman.
"No, I think she would rather me do that."
Giggling at Salma's words, Scarlett nodded.
"Yes, that would be more appropriate, I think."
She turned her head to see Salma grinning at her just before the older woman gripped her shirt in both hands and pulled it over her head. Scarlett proceeded to snatch it up and toss it to the floor while Winston was standing there and watching. He couldn't feel too bad for being snubbed by Salma, for at least he was lucky enough to find himself in the middle of two of the most beautiful women to ever walk the face of this planet. A black push-up bra encased Scarlett's natural milky white breasts, begging to be freed as Salma didn't hesitate to pull at the straps over her shoulders and loosen the bra up. Scarlett aided her by pulling it off and tossing it down onto the floor. She cupped Salma's face in her hands, inviting her for another kiss as she laid back over the cushion table. Salma had climbed atop of Scarlett, pushing her lips to hers and embracing a passionate kiss between them now.
Winston let out a sigh, eagerly watching the action between the two women as he began to feel a surge of anticipation to get his own clothes off. Muffled moans were heard from Salma's voice, notable for her heavy accent that tended to come out in full force when she was enjoying an act of pleasure. Scarlett's hands moved over Salma's body, caressing her clothed back as they continued to kiss. Winston didn't remove his clothes as of yet, but instead stepped his way to the end of the table where Salma's phat ass was on full display, still tucked into her black leather skirt from earlier in the day. Feeling a bit mischievous, he raised his right hand and brought it down hard, smacking her ass and alerting the older woman who moaned. Salma diverted her attention from Scarlett only to glance beyond her right shoulder and order Winston.
"Take dat off, now!"
His eyes became enlarged for a moment to hear her full accent come out, slurring a bit of her speech slightly. That was all Winston needed to hear for him to know Salma meant business with her words. He grabbed the front of her skirt and began tugging it down while she began kissing Scarlett once again. Once her plump ass cheeks were visible to Winston's eye, he watched Salma shove her legs together and make it easier for him to slide the skirt off. Only a black thong was sucked between those firm cheeks. He raised his hand to once again, slap her ass playfully. Salma moaned into Scarlett's mouth and then moved off her, standing up next to Winston and leaving Scarlett down on the table. The blonde haired actress began to unbutton her the front of her denim jeans and then shoved her legs together.
"Mind taking my pants off too, dear?"
The soles of Scarlett's feet pushed over his chest as he turned to look at Salma who was only grinning at him. She moved in to kiss him as he grabbed the ends of Scarlett's pants and began tugging them down. Locking lips with the woman he loved, Winston moaned into Salma's mouth before she pulled away and left him there craving for more. Salma stepped her way back to Scarlett who was now gazing up at her as she watched the Mexican goddess began to pull her own black shirt from over her head. Scarlett moved her legs as she felt the pants coming off, revealing what was a lacy black garter belt slightly above her black thong and with ends attacking down to black nylon stockings that covered her legs. Scarlett didn't bother looking at Winston as her pants rustled to her ankles and he began to gently pull them off. Instead her eyes were locked on Salma's hanging breasts encased within a silk textured black bra.
"You want me to finish undressing you babe?"
Salma looked at Winston with an exaggerated expression of disgust, teasing him as she shook her head while tossing her shirt down to the floor. She stood in nothing more than a black bra and bra that matched the color of her heels below.
"I can take it off myself!"
He stood there watching as she used both hands to reach behind her back and unbutton the straps holding her large, legendary breasts within the bra. Scarlett had leaned up slightly so she could witness the reveal of Salma Hayek's tits before her very eyes. Her elbows shoved down into the cushions of the table and before she knew it, Salma was shaking her tits in front of her. Salma cupped the back of Scarlett's head near her pony tail and shoved her face down between her tits, smothering her in them. She began to lick and suck over Salma's breasts while raising up one of her legs and tucking her toes down at the edge of the table. Winston began to step his way back towards Salma as the only one still properly wearing an outfit of clothes. Salma pulled Scarlett's face from her breasts, standing there for a moment before moving to sit next to her on the table. Winston looked over at Scarlett, smirking towards her.
"You wanna help me get naked now?"
Biting down on her lower lip, Scarlett shook her head at him.
"No, I think you can take your clothes off yourself."
Salma giggled, smiling up at Winston as moved her left hand to caress Scarlett's face. It was funny how both of them were teasing him, but he wasn't able to complain. Like they had done before him, he reached for the bottom ends of his shirt and began pulling it off his body as Salma spoke up.
"How were you wearing that garter belt within those jeans? Looks uncomfortable."
"It was! I saw them in the dressing room and figured I would wear them back home as a souvenir."
Again, Salma let out a laugh before she pushed her lips back to Scarlett for another kiss. Their bodies shoved up against one another, their busty chests rubbing up against each other as Winston had pulled his T-shirt off and discarded it down to the floor with their clothes. Not wearing any underwear within his gym trunks, he was able to shove them down to his ankles and then step out of them before kicking them to the right side. As he watched the two of them trading kiss after kiss, he grinned to himself. Scarlett had moved her hands to cup the back of Salma's neck while the other woman was pushing her palms of her pale white cheeks. To get their attention, Winston whistled. Salma was the first one to glance over at him, soon moving her hands away from Scarlett and prompting the other woman to do the same. Scarlett slid her legs over, now sitting as she faced Winston and began to slowly rise up from the table.
Salma followed the same movements, sitting next to Scarlett's right shoulder and on the left side view from where Winston was standing. Both women topless, only wearing a black thong below while Scarlett still had on her garter belt and the stockings covering each leg. Not a word was spoken as both of them dropped down to their knees and proceeded to crawl towards Winston, eyes locked onto him. He had witnessed Salma do this same crawl before, but to see Scarlett mimicking her made him wonder if the other woman had done acts like this before. Taking in a deep breath, he remained standing there as each woman soon reached close to him and adjusted themselves on their knees. Salma ran her hands up to her breasts, giving them a squeeze while glancing down at Winston's semi-hard cock. Scarlett didn't waste any time, raising her left hand and gripping his rod with it.
"Ohhhh yeah, stroke it..."
Winston's voice was subtle, almost inn a whispering tone. Scarlett's big blue eyes gazed upward at him as she began to slide her hand up and down the length of his cock. Salma let go of her tits, watching the other woman as she raised her right hand and soon gripped the base of his shaft.
"Let me help you with that."
Salma's voice was low but louder than Winston's whisper. She turned to look at Scarlett, nodding at her for a quiet invitation for them to kiss. Winston stood there, watching them begin trading kisses as the two hands were now wanking his shaft. Salma's grip was tighter, pumping from the base of his cock upward while Scarlett jerked the other end of it near the head. He took a deep breath and let out a moan as he could heard Scarlett letting out a soft whimper in Salma's mouth. His dick had grown to full length but that didn't stop either of them from wanking it back and forth, their hands touching almost in a perfect sync. Salma was the first one to stop and then pull her lips away from Scarlett. She let go of Winston's cock, allowing him to focus his complete attention on Scarlett to have the first turn. She moved her hand away from his cock, watching it lightly bounce while raising both of her hands up to the back of her head.
"You want me to shove this big dick in my pretty little mouth?"
Scarlett smirked at him, her hands pulling out the ponytail holding her long golden hair together. She threw it to the floor and then ran her hands through her hair while lowering her puffy lips down to the kiss the head of his swollen rod. Winston didn't respond, prompting Scarlett to tease him with another question in a low, sultry voice.
"You want me to slobber all over your dick while Salma watches me?"
Raising her left hand again, Scarlett gripped the base and didn't wait for Winston to respond. If he didn't utter any words back by this point, it was no use in waiting for him. She flicked her tongue over the head of his shaft while Salma sat there on his left side watching. When Scarlett enveloped her lips around the shaft, that was when Salma glanced up at Winston. He didn't break eye contact with Scarlett as she soon looked away and began to slowly bob her head up and down. Only then did Winston glance over at Salma. He witnessed her wink at him and then bite down on her lower lip. Whatever she was trying to silently suggest to him, he didn't know what it was. For now, he just stood there and embraced the feeling of his cock sliding into Scarlett's mouth. Salma began to watch her from the angle she had sitting next to her. Licking her own lips, it was apparent the Mexican goddess was quite pleased.
"Mmmmm, yes... Suck it like a nasty little whore, let me see what jou can do."
To hear Salma talking dirty to Scarlett had somewhat caught Winston off guard, but it didn't seem to phase Scarlett's concentration whatsoever. Scarlett shoved her hand down to the base of his cock and began to go a little bit faster, devouring inch after inch of his swollen dick as it shoved back and forth into her mouth. She closed her eyes for a moment, pulling her lips to the head and then releasing it with a loud pop noise. Scarlett turned to Salma and spoke.
"You wanna-"
Shaking her head, Salma cut her off quickly in speech.
"No, I wanna watch jou suck on it!"
Winston lowered his right hand down to Scarlett's hair, patting it lightly to divert her attention back to him. He could see Salma winking at him as Scarlett then shoved his cock back into her mouth. Holding herself there for a moment, she shoved inch after inch of his meat pole into her mouth. Winston gasped as he soon felt the head of his cock poke to the back of her throat and Scarlett's puffy lips moving to the base.
"Ohhhh, fuck!"
Scarlett choked, slobbering all over his rod before pulling it out of her mouth with another popping noise. Those big blue eyes glared up at him as she spit down on his cock. Salma bit down on her lower lip, watching the saliva strings dangle from both sides of his shaft just before Scarlett slid it back into her mouth. Winston took a deep breath as the buxom blonde actress then began to bob her lips up and down, devouring his cock inch after inch with experienced speed and hunger.
"This feels so fucking good. Ohhhh, fuck yeah!"
Groaning out to her, Winston soon planted both of his hands down over Scarlett's head. This sudden movement had given Salma an idea from watching Scarlett close his eyes with half of his cock shoved between her lips.
"Fuck her mouth, Winston."
Such a request he could indulge in easily. Winston's fingers gripped into Scarlett's blonde hair as he began to buck his hips slowly, driving his cock into her mouth. She stilled herself, eyes remaining closed as she sucked inch after inch of his cock pumping into her mouth. He went slow at first, all while Salma stood there on her knees, only moving slightly to Winston's left side so she could watch the action herself with a smug grin of satisfaction on her face. 'Mmm, mmmm, mmmmmm', Scarlett's mouth generated muffled moaning noises between the sucking and slobbering. She choked slightly as he began to speed up a bit, much to Salma's liking.
"Dat's it! Fuck her mouth!"
Scarlett's eyes popped open and she glared upward at Winston as he began to thrust harder and faster pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.
"MMM-GWAH-MMM-GWAK-MMMMMM."
The noises Scarlett's mouth made had only pushed Winston to continue fucking her mouth while Salma shuffled about soon moving behind the blonde actress. He had not even noticed Salma's voice slurring her speech slightly in her heavy accent and how much he loved hearing that, for all his attention was locked on the other woman right now. Not once did Scarlett glance away from Winston with her eyes, keeping her sight locked onto him as was still pumping that fat cock back and forth into her mouth. When he came to a halt, Winston shoved every inch of his cock into Scarlett's mouth, watching her lips become buried at the base near his pubes as the head reached the back of her throat. She gagged, choking on his length before he pulled her hair to release his cock from her mouth and allow her air. Saliva ran out of Scarlett's mouth, drenching her lower lip, chin and streaming down her neck.
"Mmmmmmm, that was so fuckin' hot. You know how to suck cock well, I'm impressed."
It was Salma's voice speaking up in praise of what she had just witnessed. She had moved behind Scarlett, now roaming her hands over her pale white breasts and giving them a soft squeeze. Salma could feel her hardened nipples beneath the palms of her hands, almost as perky as her own. Scarlett glanced down, seeing the contrast of skin color from Salma's darker skin in comparison to her pale white skin. Salma moved her head beyond the right side of Scarlett's neck, breathing down it as she soon whispered into her ear.
"My Winston loves a good titty fuck and I'd say dat jou are built for it."
Scarlett let out a moan, dropping her lower lip as Salma began to play with her large boobs. She forced them to bounce up and down from within the grasp of her hands.
"What do you say, hmmmm? Wanna feel Winston's big cock sliding up between your tits?"
"Yes, that's just what I was getting ready to do."
Glancing up at Winston, Scarlett gave him a nod. She moved her hands over her tits, but Salma had a stronger grip, already pulling them apart.
"You wanna shove your cock between my titties and fuck them?"
Winston nodded to Scarlett, stepping forward as he grabbed a hold of his shaft from the base. Salma was glancing doward, anticipating the moment to witness his cock as it moved towards Scarlett's tits. She knew just when to press them together around his lengthy shaft. Eyes still locked up at Winston, Scarlett spoke again.
"Come on, slide that big dick between them. Let me feel it pumping up and down."
"Mmmmmmmm, so fuckin' hot!"
Salma bit down on her lower lip after speaking, both hands still pushing over Scarlett's milky white tits as both of them were holding them together for Winston to pump his cock between. He let out a moan, watching as his rod disappeared between the folds of Scarlett's wonderful tits then the head popping back up. Both of them gazed up at Winston. A sultry smile on Scarlett's face, flashing her perfect teeth while Salma had dropped her lower lip displaying gritted teeth from Salma.
There was a contrasting difference between their facial expressions, a subtle reminder to Winston that Salma was in conrol and Scarlett was relishing in the role she played as their entertainment. As he continued to thrust his cock slowly between Scarlett's tits, he watched Salma lean down and flick her tongue over the head of his cock when it poked up.
"Ohhhhh, man!"
Winston moaned in excitement to see Salma aiding Scarlett. When she heard his words, the older actress glanced up at him with her big brown eyes. He took a deep breath, still thrusting his cock between Scarlett's tits. Salma's moment of glancing up at him had only prompted Scarlett to lean her head down and use her own tongue to flick over the head of his pulsing cock driving between her large breasts. Salma soon moved her hands entirely away from Scarlett's large tits, allowing the buxom blonde the freedom to hold them herself. She cupped Scarlett's face, caressing her left cheek and turning her head to the right where they locked lips again and began trading small kisses. Winston grunted, letting out a moan as he didn't utter any words to disturb the two women from their intimate act. His entire focus remained on Scarlett's breasts and pumping his cock back and forth between them.
Soft moans could be heard with Salma's voice echoing slightly louder than Scarlett's. When they finally stopped kissing, Scarlett glared her eyes upward at Winston and bit down on her lower lip. He had begun pumping his cock faster and harder between her tits, forcing the head to poke upward beneath her chin with each complete thrust. Gasping for air and heavy breathing was all that could be heard in chorus with their moans. Salma grinned at Winston smugly. It was funny to her how he focused on Scarlett, but she knew soon enough he was going to want to fuck her tits. All of this had become a game, even when it came to a small act of teasing. She listened to him groan and let out a loud moan while Scarlett's eyes were still gazing up at him.
"Mmmmmm, you love fucking my titties, don't you?"
Scarlett bit down on her lower lip as Winston began to slow down. He made one last thrust between her tits before coming to a complete halt. So predictable, Salma thought to herself. Next he would be asking to fuck her tits, she thought to herself. He pulled his shaft from Scarlett's boobs and then watched her hold them up for him. Winston then shoved the head of his rod up against her left nipple just before he began beating it over that hard edge. Smack. Smack. Smack. Scarlett gasped, letting out a moan as he played with his cock up against her nipple. Salma simply bit down on her lower lip, teasing him with her eyes before he gave her a nod.
"Your turn babe, I wanna fuck your tits now."
With a slight laugh, Salma shook her head.
"No, you can fuck my tits later! For now, we need to show Scarlett some good lovin'."
Turning her head to glance at Salma, Scarlett let go of her tits and smirked.
"That would be lovely."
Her voice was low, offering a subtle touch of her New York accent. Winston had stepped back and offered his hand to Scarlett to help her up from the floor, but it was Salma who had already risen up from her knees and helped the woman up. They stood together for a moment, their voluptuous busty bodies nearly pressed up against one another as Salma reached down for the black thong beneath the matching lacy garter belt Scarlett wore.
"Oh yes, help me get that off."
"Jou gonna take mine off too?"
Salma's heavy accent slurred her speech slightly, something Winston had loved to hear any time it occurred. She gently pulled down Scarlett's thong, watching it fall down to her ankles where she could easily step out of and leave it discarded along the floor. Not a hair in sight of her pink folds, demonstrating an impressively clean pussy. Salma ran the index finger of her right hand over her soft dew, biting down on her lower lip as she studied the woman's reaction to her touch. She slid her finger up to her clit, then listening to Scarlett gasp as she gave it a quick rub with the tip of her finger. When she pulled away and stepped back, now it was Scarlett's turn to shove down Salma's thong. She gripped both sides of it, gently tugging it down her curvy perfect hips.
"There you go... Nice and slow..."
Scarlett lowered herself down, waiting to witness the moment of Salma's exposed opening. Unlike her, there was a clear landing strip of a small trail of hair just above it. Salma's thong fell down to her ankles and she soon stepped her heels out of it. Her opening had a shiny coat of wetness over it and Scarlett did not hesitate to part her lips and drape her tongue over Salma's lovely pussy. The Mexican woman gasped, placing the palm of her hand on the back of Scarlett's head.
"Oh my!"
Her lower lip had dropped as Salma was caught in a quick spark of pleasure from Scarlett's mouth. Licking over her pussy a few times, Scarlett kissed it before lapping her tongue over Salma's clit, all the while Winston had stood there and watched. Salma knew he was beginning to feel neglected and soon she curled her fingers up into Scarlett's long blonde hair as a way of telling her to stop. When she soon felt Scarlett's tongue beginning to venture inside of her pussy, Salma had to pull her away.
"Not just yet! You'll be eating me out real soon."
Looking over at Winston, Salma motioned at him with her hand.
"Come on, be a gentleman and help her up."
He leaned down, taking a hold of Scarlett's left arm as Salma walked back to the table that they had previously played around on.
"Move her back to the table..."
Another order from the older woman in charge, Scarlett just laughed.
"I think you both like having me on that little table, even though it's a little low off the ground."
Topic: La Caza Tales Pt. 1 (Salma Hayek, Scarlett Johansson) (Read 15742 times)