Steamin'
Starring: Katherine Heigl
Codes: MF, Cheating/Affairs, Female Dominant, Oral, Tit Fuck
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This story is dedicated to a very special friend of mine and would not have been possible without his help. Thank you Tiger AKA Mr. Heigl for everything, I hope you enjoy this.
Long Island, New YorkJuly 2012A clear blue sky was a greeting to a fresh new day during the work week as the rain from the weekend had been washed away the previous day. Birds chirping outside from the gated entrance of the house made for a pleasant feeling outside. Multiple trucks and a few cars sat in the driveway for crew men and actors that had duty inside on the set. The Monday blues were gone now, as the week had adjusted to a better day now. It was always easier to put hours in and move forward once shaking off that one rough day to start a work schedule. Katherine Heigl knew what that was like, or at least she believed that she had more experience than anyone else working on the set of this film.
With a salary adjusted into multi-millions per movie, the bombshell blonde actress refused to sign her name on paper unless she was making a full pay check. Her reputation had become known throughout Hollywood social circles at this point, coming with certain nicknames that may have been unflattering towards anyone else. The bitch in heels for one took a certain sense of pride in her 'hard to work with' labels. Katherine didn't care about the negative press, not when she was banking millions of dollars per film, regardless of their box office results. She knew better for this project, as it had the word 'bomb' written all over it. The company had already cashed in on enough product placements to ensure they would make a decent return regardless the box office results.
Doug Moore wasn't a well known director for racking up award nominations through his time in Hollywood. The company had chosen him for the sole purpose of saving money on their budget, as the largest chunk of it was going to one actress who refused to take a pay cut. Katherine's agent only furthered her cutthroat business approach. As the only 'big name' signed to the project, Katherine was surrounded by a cast of B and C level talent. Their names had been plugged from TV shows, including one of her Grey's Anatomy costars Justin Chambers. The script was for a romantic-comedy where Katherine played a divorced wife attempting to unite her family in the Hamptons for a holiday event. With Justin playing her ex-husband on camera, she felt a level of comfort around an old friend.
The script and planned scenes were ridiculous, but Katherine didn't feel it was worthy of complaining. She made her money and that was all that mattered in her eyes. So far, the production had begun going back two weeks ago and looked to be wrapped up before July came to an end. This made situations easier for Katherine, as she couldn't wait to get out of New York and fly back home to Utah. Her husband was off on tour at the moment and Katherine had made plans to meet with an old acquittance she had once had an affair with a few years prior. It seemed that each time they planned to get together, a roadblock was thrown up in the paved streets of life. Her loneliness during the past three months had only created a number of frustrations with her short temper.
She wasn't the type of woman to take no for an answer, regardless the situation. Katherine felt if she wanted something, she had to reach out and 'grab life by the balls', as she had once told a friend. Doug Moore knew better than to question her authority on the set. Even though it was his film, Katherine had control of the work environment and quickly built an atmosphere that made her comfortable, regardless how the rest of the cast and crew felt. Her bodyguards were always on set, often sitting around in their own personalized chairs next to the actors. Doug had what he described as a vacation home in the Hamptons, now serving as the set piece for the entire film. It made the budget easier to navigate around Katherine's large pay check, but also an ample opportunity for him to bring his son into the set.
Dave didn't mind having a role in one of his father's films, knowing it would mean he had an easy paycheck waiting for him. The twenty-three year old man had yet to do anything with his life after flunking out of a university scholarship bought and paid for by his old man. Doug had tried to mold his son into having a successful adult life where he could work in Hollywood, going as far as to send him to the Julliard School in New York. It was there that Dave made friends among fellow musicians, later dropping out to pursue what he thought was going to be the creation of a Heavy Metal band. It all fell to pieces within four months due to partying and the clash of egos among the musicians. He had talent as a guitar player, but sometimes it was difficult to put down the bong.
All of that had led him currently unemployed, but he promised his dad that he had 'something big coming up', just around the corner as he would lie. At any given moment, Dave believed that by uploading videos of his guitar playing onto the internet, he would land a dream gig somewhere. His actions had resulted into a following on Youtube with thousands of comments praising his ability to play covers of classic Metal songs and nail the solos note by note. In the end, he had yet to get that phone call he was expecting from an old band about to hit the road touring and needing a hot shot lead guitar player. Some of his friends had told him that it was all a waste of time, but Dave couldn't persuaded to give up. One day, he was going to prove them all wrong. He at least had his father backing him from the corner, who was impressed enough by his son's guitar talents, he scripted a scene for him in the film.
A special scene had been set in the film that involved Dave, playing the son of Katherine and Justin's adopted son. Through the script, every scene built up to the event of a party and family reunion. Such a day that would come crashing down from their son playing loud music. Doug went as far as to rent a real double cabinet set of Marshall JCM800 amplifiers. With product placements covering much of the film, it wasn't difficult to acquire a real deal Gibson guitar. Dave requested that the guitar be a Les Paul Custom in alpine white with gold hardware. Money had been spent from the budget in acquiring a number of licensed songs to be used and he talked his father into going with an Ozzy Osbourne song. Crazy Train was recommended and Dave agreed, knowing he could nail Rhoads' infamous solos he had spent years practicing.
The Marshall cabinet and guitar had been placed upstairs in the house, modelling out what would be the bedroom for his character in the film. Since it was his father's home despite currently working as a set, Dave came and went as he pleased. Downstairs a room had been designated to hair and makeup, but he seen no need to get fixed up. With his long brown hair and clean shaved face, he already had the look of a Metal head to go with his skinny build. There was no need for a small slice of the budget to be wasted on his clothes. Not when he could show up in band shirts, ripped jeans and wearing his black studded leather belt. Dave made himself look like a Metal head straight out of 1985. The ward robe budget and makeup was for the real actors and actresses on the set, all revolving around one special woman who had solidified herself in a level of power among the set.
Dave had first taken a look at Katherine Heigl a week ago while hanging out on the set. She had stepped outside, dressed up in a fancy white dress that exposed her heavy cleavage on point. Her golden hair was carefully fixed up in a stunning bun style, revealing her ears with small diamonds glimmering from the lobes. Those big brown eyes were soon glaring at him as she stood in front of the young man and gave him a stern expression. Dave didn't think twice before realizing that Katherine Heigl had caught him standing there, gazing at her breasts with a dumbfounded expression across his silly face. She didn't look amused, as her body language was enough to tell him that she was not someone to double-cross. He stepped away from her, quickly walking off as her eyes followed him in the same dominant matter as her striking pose.
Katherine had a way of intimidating people outside of her attitude and reputation on the set. Dave knew his actions were rude, but what did he care? It was the first time he had seen a beautiful woman with a great rack since his days in college. It may have only been a few months ago, but it almost felt as if those days came from a lifetime ago with how fast life was flying by. The days of drinking through beers and blazing up with the best weed his money could by. Dave had once had a girlfriend back at Julliard, but she had made sure to take her career in music theory more seriously than him. Now he found himself lusting over a bombshell blonde actress whom he had every right to fear based on the aura of demeanor she carried herself with. Her eyes had burned through his soul that day and he could not easily forget that stern expression she gave him.
Everything had to be Katherine's way or no way. The cast and crew quickly learned that from dealing with the actress on set. Katherine didn't need to raise her voice or yell at anyone. She made her presence known fast, even going as far as to have the director himself back her on any demands she wanted. With dresses and jewelry that racked up several thousands of dollars in budget, she took it upon herself to dress for the occasion. After all, she figured that she was the sole reason people would see this lousy film, so she wanted to impress her audience alone. All in her mind, Katherine knew the film was going to be a bomb but she didn't care. While getting paid millions, she at least wanted to relax despite her frustrations in life. Much of it having to do with her husband who refused to take a break from his tours.
A relationship involving two separate careers came with it's own level of difficulty. Katherine had been frustrated for the past week with her husband not taking the time to engage with her in their usual long talks over the phone. She couldn't fret it, as she was planning on having another affair as a way of punishing him for his selfishness alone. Their marriage had moments like this, as Katherine felt isolated all by herself with no one to rely on for satisfying her lustful hunger. The urges would come up from time to time when she needed to let out her frustrations and fuck someone to get her mind off stress. Back in Los Angeles, she could call favors for men who knew their place with her and have affairs on the side. Unfortunately for her, she didn't know anyone in New York, let alone rely on her paid security and bodyguards who she always kept around.
So far today, nothing had been going Katherine's way back on the set. Two actors refused to show up to finish a scene that involved her and Justin Chambers. Sharing her brooding anger, Justin was not happy at all for it seemed he had plans for the weekend. The director made calls to extend filming an extra day, going as far as to fine his actors for not showing up at all on the set. Katherine insisted they must have been out partying the night before, commenting on how lazy they were on the previous day. Justin agreed, chuckling at her remarks all while Dave observed the situation from the staircase leading down into the living room. The house contained more bedrooms upstairs than the bottom floor where large rooms made up for for gatherings. A beige color covered every wall, up and down stairs. Leading up to the stairs was a wooden floor down below.
It was hard to keep quiet when stepping across the wooden floor pieces. Dave made sure he took his shoes off before going upstairs, all so no one could hear him as he sneaked his way back to the decorated bedroom of his set area. A big smirk ran across his lips as he looked at the Marshall cabinet amplifiers. The JCM800 had been his dream cabinet, knowing that it was what all the old Metal greats used back in the day. Sitting on a stand next to the amps was the alpine white Gibson Les Paul Custom, already plugged into the amp. The gold tuning keys and pickup covers gleamed from the light. A large black leather strap was connected to the guitar featuring four rows of studs all the way down. If only the set could be cleared, Dave had plans for turning on the amp and blasting a wall of sound with it's power. This was as close as he could get to living out a dream with a stage show.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... You always have some excuse. Mmmhhhmmmm, heard that one before. Got a new one for me this time or do you want to give me the same sorry ass bullshit? Oh honey, I'm busy! Oh baby, I was tired after the show! Mmmmhhhhmmmm, tell me that one again!"
Katherine spoke into her phone, holding it against her face with her dominant hand and rolling her eyes. In her left hand, she shoved a cigarette to her lips, taking a hard drag as she listening to her husband on the other end of the phone. What he had to say was unimportant, for she wasn't in the mood to tolerate the many reasons he couldn't take the time at night to answer her phone calls. Blowing her smoke out from the cigarette, she hesitated before replying back.
"So that's all you have to say, huh? No, I don't have anything else to say to you. I'll call you again Friday."
With those final words, Katherine hung the phone up and resumed smoking her cigarette. The director had called the day off and most of the crew were already packing up and leaving. A watchful eye upstairs had gleefully noted seeing the trucks and a car pull out from the driveway. One by one, the crew and what was left of the cast began to leaving. Doug signed off for the day, leaving even though the Hamptons home was under his name. Dave knew that his father would be going, as he had booked a hotel where he had been staying along with the rest of the cast. When the silver Mercedes Benz pulled out onto the street, Dave nearly jumped in joy. His old man was gone and with the last crew truck pulling out, the house was all his. Only one car remained in the driveway, but away from Dave's leering eye from the bedroom window.
He didn't care anymore. Figuring that he had the house all to himself, it was time to flip the power switch on the cabinet head and allow the tubes to begin heating up. Stretching his fingers, Dave's eyes scanned across that beautiful white Les Paul sitting on the stand. Apart from already taking his shoes off, he had arrived on set in full character with stonewashed blue jeans and a Metal band shirt. The black T-shirt was plain, bearing only the logo for the band Alcatrazz commemorating their 'Disturbing the Peace' album, a fitting for what Dave would soon be doing. Reaching down to grab the Les Paul guitar by the neck, he smirked while adjusting the strap. Thankfully for his sake, he had properly tuned a fresh set of strings yesterday evening before leaving. After pushing the pickup selector from up down to the 'Treble position, or in other words the bridge position, Dave then lowered his hand to the four knobs.
Not bothering at all with the two knobs that worked the neck pickup, Dave instead rolled the tone knob for the bridge pickup first. At a full ten, he then moved his right hand over to the bridge pickup volume knob, his left hand gripping the guitar's neck. Slowly, he turned the knob and elevated the volume to the full number of ten. It was now time to finally reach down into the right hand pocket of his jeans and grab one of his guitar picks he kept there. Dave adjusted his left hand and listened for the feedback of the guitar before plucking the first two strings at an open E power chord. The sound came from the double amp speakers, a menacing growl as Dave had dialed in a tone that sounded strikingly similar to Randy Rhoads' live tone with the Les Paul guitar. Again, he struck another open power chord and then began to grin to himself.
The guitar and amp produced a loud feedback, but it wasn't satisfactory for Dave's mind. He stepped over to the amp and cranked the master volume dial up to seven. Once more, he plucked his pick across the strings, playing an A chord followed by a quick note slide down to the seventh fret. The tubes had warmed up and he had cranked the amp up to the point it's loud power was deafening from within the room. Perhaps it was a good thing he had left the door open, as he didn't care now if anyone was left in the house to bother. Playing power chords down the first few frets, Dave was only getting warmed up for a bit of loud practicing. Satisfied with his tone and the overall volume produced from the guitar and amp, he began by playing a few George Lynch inspired licks before palm muting.
This only made Dave want to begin playing the opening riff to Dokken's 1981 single 'Breaking the Chains'. Note for note, he played it at the correct tempo, moving towards the lead riffs before deciding to launch off into a blistering melodic solo. Speed and precision were two things Dave valued more than most guitar players, as he concentrated on improving his soloing skills going back to his days at Julliard. Within seconds he had forgotten all about playing head banging riffs and instead was shredding. Beginning with a flair of neo-classical inspired licks, he moved down to a pattern between the 12th and 15th frets to begin sweep picking through all six strings. Dave was in a bliss now, dropping his lower lip and imagining a crowd of screaming fans to witness his super fast shredding.
Little could he have guessed that downstairs was one person still in the house, standing there in steaming rage. Katherine Heigl had not left yet and the more she heard these loud string of fast paced noises, the more angry she became. Standing in her black heels that matched a dress for the film, she began to take deep breaths while thinking to herself. She was no fool, for she knew it had to be the director's son upstairs making a nuisance of himself with that loud guitar and what she believed to be god awful music. Hearing a full minute of it was enough, but some how her patience had tipped towards the ten minute mark. Katherine heard enough and began to go up the stairs. Stomping her heels down with enough power to dent the floor below, bot even her thunderous stomping was not enough to be heard over the power of Dave's Les Paul.
By now, he had quit shredding and adjusted his hands over the fretboard to soloing patterns that moved up and down the fretboard. Dave was only just getting started in what would be a routine workout similar to Eddie Van Halen's patterns from the song 'Spanish Fly'. It involved a triplet pattern across the fret board. He wasted no time going through multiple progressions, string after string. Katherine had finally made her way up the stairs and stomped her heels toward the open bedroom door to where Dave was currently residing. Not in the mood for any of this younger man's nonsense, she felt the boiling point of all her rage and frustrations was beginning to tip over. Brushing her long blonde hair beyond her shoulders, Katherine placed her hands onto her hips while standing in the door way. Dave had his back turned, wailing on the guitar before he turned around. She waited until he was looking right at her and then she screamed to him.
"TURN THAT FUCKING SHIT OFF!!"
Stunned and alerted at the presence of this woman standing before him, Dave felt his heart rate begin racing at such a high speed. He quit playing guitar, now clutching the neck with his left hand. He quickly used his right hand to turn the volume knob down, but Katherine wasn't having patience. Her heels boomed loudly across the wooden floor as she walked over to the Marshall cabinets and then snatched the cable connected to his guitar back to the amp. She noticed the bright red power switch and then turned the amp off. Gazing back over at Dave, she saw the look of fear across his face. Dave immediately began to stammer off an apology in a panic.
"I'm sorry Miss. Heigl! I thought you left! I didn't know there was anyone still-"
Katherine raised her right hand finger, pointing at him as she cut him off in speech.
"Shut the fuck up! I didn't ask you for any fucking explanation, did I?"
"No!"
With his reply, Katherine crossed her arms over her busty chest. The black dress revealed her cleavage and now she was eying Dave, expecting him to glance down at her breasts like he had done before. Their first meeting was fresh on her mind now, remembering when he couldn't stop rudely starring at her tits. This time he managed eye contact with her, but only momentarily. Dave grabbed the guitar, pulling the strap from over his head as he went to set it down over the guitar stand. Katherine only continued her verbal belittling of him.
"What the fuck were you trying to play on that thing!? It sounds like noise! Maybe you should learn how to play real music or something."
Katherine let out a sigh. There was something about this man that reminded her of her husband, even though their music was the complete opposite. Her husband was a guitar player himself, and he too knew better than to crank up a Marshall stack with a Gibson guitar run through it. Katherine kept her arms crossed over her tits as Dave had now sat the guitar back down on the stand and replied back to her.
"I'm sorry you don't like my music, but you don't have to yell at me like that. There might be someone else in the house that hears us."
She rolled her eyes at him, now moving her hands away to throw into the air. Letting out a sigh, Katherine responded back.
"Oh please! Don't give me any sorry ass excuses like that, Dave!"
Placing her hands back on her hips, Katherine glared at him. She was eying this man as fresh meat now, feeling her temptations come out. There was something about Dave that made Katherine feel a level of excitement. A young man like this, ignorant and naïve. With the way he had previously spent time daydreaming while looking at her boobs, Katherine knew the attraction was there. Dave would be easy, as she already felt that she was in control of him. Returning the stern expression back to him, Katherine carried on speaking.
"I bet you like getting yelled at, huh? I bet it gets your fucking dick hard!"
Dave's eyes became enlarged after hearing her words. His heart was still racing as he now had to consider what this woman was up to. What kind of game was Katherine Heigl playing with him like this? He flashed his teeth, trying not to smile as he figured he would respond to her like a smartass.
"What's stopping you from finding out?"
Katherine quirked her eyebrows up. She didn't expect Dave to back talk at her like that. Stepping closer towards him, she gave him a shove with her right hand and then reached down at the front of his pants. She tugged them, forcing him to step a bit closer to her as her hand went wandering down to look for a bulge in the front of his pants. Katherine couldn't grip anything but instead pressed the palm of her hand up against his pants. Smirking up at his face, she shook her head.
"I'm not impressed."
In a panic now, Dave had to deal with his mind racing. The adrenaline rush had only made him begin to fear losing out on the possibility of having lustful fun with this bombshell woman. It didn't matter to him how bitchy she was towards him, time was lost on Dave for the last time he had a woman all to himself. He stepped back and quickly unbuckled his studded leather belt and began to shove his jeans and underwear down. As he revealed his hardening cock to Katherine, he held his shirt up with one hand, stroking it with his right hand.
"What about now!? You like what you see?"
Her hands found a spot at her hips, as Katherine wasn't going to take a moment away from intimidating him with a dominant pose. Her eyes gazed down, noticing his hard meat pole that awaited her and then she nodded to Dave.
"Yes, that's much better."
She reached down with her right hand, gripping his cock with authority. Dave gasped as he felt her fingers wrap around his pole and begin wanking back and forth. All of this had happened so fast. Here he was, standing tall with his pants and underwear pushed down to his ankles with this beautiful woman wanking him. What the hell was going on? That was perhaps a million dollar question, but he couldn't answer it. Katherine knew what she wanted. After so many frustrations through the week and thinking about her husband, at least there was someone to satisfy her craving of cock. Wanking that cock back and forth, she starred at Dave's face, studying his expression. This man was going to be easy, she thought to herself. Just the kind of dumb knucklehead of a man she could walk all over.
Falling down to her knees, Katherine couldn't help herself. The sensual appetite she was currently craving almost made her feel as if she were starving to taste cock. She had wanked Dave's cock long enough to get him at full length and erect hardness. Sliding her fingers down to the base, she held it there while properly adjusting herself down on the floor. Katherine licked her lips, studying the textures of his veiny cock, gazing at the purple head. All Dave could do was stand there, slightly moving as he stepped his feet out of his underwear and pants. He was somewhat afraid that movement would get him a scolding from Katherine, but luckily she didn't utter any words. Her focus was centered on his hard cock, now opening her mouth and sliding it between her lips.
He didn't have time to react, only gasping and letting out a loud moan. Katherine let out a muffled moan as she went slow at first, sucking the first few inches of his long shaft. Her big brown eyes gazed up at his face, only in the desire to witness that odd bewildered expression he had. It was a look men could give and she was all too familiar with that kind of face. Breaking eye contact, she moved her hand away and then pressed both hands to his legs as she began to bob her head up and down. Sucking inch after inch, Katherine easily devoured his cock with her hungry mouth. She slurped her way up, pulling her lips off the head to make a loud popping sound. Only for a brief few seconds did Dave see her dark eyes, as Katherine glanced back down at his cock and spit on it. She gripped it once more with her hand, twisting her slender fingers tightly around the pole as she began to stroke it up and down.
"You like that!?"
Katherine's words came out in an intimidating tone with enough power to wipe the smirk off Dave's face. He nodded at her as she gripped his shaft tighter. Her hand moved so fast wanking him, it was nearly a blur.
"Yes! It feels so damn good, Katherine!"
Hearing him call her by name, Katherine almost frowned. He had first greeted her as 'Miss. Heigl', now referring to her by her first name. It was unacceptable to her. Dave was the type of man she figured to be obedient enough to call her by a title of authority. Her hand continued to glide across his wet cock, wanking it back and forth as she thought to herself what she wanted Dave to address her by in title. Her eyes gazed up at him and Katherine spoke in her stern, bitchy voice.
"If you know what's best for you, you won't be calling me by my name again, Dave. From here on out, it will be Miss Boss. I expect a yes ma'am and no ma'am when I want a fucking answer from you."
Her hand came to a halt around his cock. Eyes still locked onto his face as she spoke again.
"Do you fucking understand me, you little pervert?"
Dave quickly nodded his head to her.
"Yes! Yes ma'am! You got it, Miss Boss!"
Satisfied with the tone in his voice, Katherine felt she had got her point across. She was in control, regardless of the fact she was currently down on her knees pleasuring him. This wasn't all about his desires, for she had her own lustful needs that were more important. If Dave had the guts to try and take control or even dare to put his hands in her hair, Katherine was confident she could make this man blow his load before he was ready, all from the skills of her talented mouth. She shoved that fat cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking it. Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down, keeping her hand pushed down to the base.
"Ohhhhhhh man! This feels so good, Miss Boss..."
Dave swallowed his breath after calling Katherine by her demanding title. He didn't want to her to stop sucking him, as this dominant woman knew to keep him in line. She went nice and slow, soon making slobbering noises as her lips pushed up and down his thick rod. This was just the kind of proper slow blowjob Dave had a preference for, but he knew better than to tell her that. Katherine continued to suck his dick, moving her right hand away and now using both hands to play with his balls down below. Taking her time, she was ready to demonstrate her level of deepthroat talents by shoving her lips all the way down. Dave gasped, dropping his lower lip as he felt the head of his shaft poke at the back of her throat.
"God damn it!"
Crying out in pleasure, Dave wasn't so sure if he could handle this level of oral aggression. Katherine was toying with him, all by the work of her lips. When she pulled her mouth back and released his cock, Katherine could be heard going 'ahhhh'. Saliva strings dangled back to his shiny, soaked rod. She broke the strings by spitting on his cock and then gazing up at his face. As Dave stood there and looked down at her, his mind began to race. Were they truly all alone in this house? What if someone would walk in on them?
"You're the only one here besides me, right? I mean... no one is gonna walk in and catch us?"
He didn't begin his sentence formally. Not in the way Katherine desired, by the title of Miss Boss. She glared her eyes at him, gripping his cock as she began to raise herself up from her knees.
"Take your shirt off."
She didn't answer his questions at all. Dave let out a frustrated sigh, as he was still unsure if they were truly the only ones together in the large house. The last thing he wanted as for someone to walk into the bedroom. Grabbing the ends of his shirt, he began to pull it over his head slowly, speaking out to her.
"I watched everyone leave, including my dad. I was shocked that you-"
"Shut your mouth."
When he finally pulled the shirt out from over his head and stood naked before Katherine, Dave's eyes had a new sight to behold. Katherine had wasted no time unzipping her dress from behind and sliding it off her body. She stood in nothing more than a red push up bra encasing her famous tits and matching panties down below. Despite the lack of proper dressing, that wasn't enough to change the look on her face. Standing there with that same unpleasant look on her face. Her hands were placed at her hips before, but Dave wasn't so easily intimidated when he had a rightful concern to raise.
"Look, I don't want anyone to-"
Raising her finger to his lips, Katherine snarled back at him.
"Shhhhh! I told you to shut your mouth, didn't I?"
Lowering her finger from his lips, she kept her eyes locked on his and raised her hands to roam across his chest. Katherine made an attempt to relax him with the touch of her hands caressing up his body, but she wasn't done speaking.
"So you listen to me and shut the fuck up when I tell you to."
Dave exhaled, breathing nice and slow. The devious look in her eyes was enough to remind him that Katherine wasn't the type of woman to play around with. He needed to listen to her and stay in his lane if he had any hope in hell of getting some pussy today. A blowjob wasn't where he wanted this to end, but lucky for him with her lack of clothes, Dave had a feeling he would be getting more. It still wasn't enough for him to stop himself from uttering ridiculous questions.
"But I just want to make sure. You're the only person here besides me, right?"
That was it for Katherine. She heard enough of this nonsense from him. Of course she was the only one in the house besides him. She had stayed intentionally to make some phone calls with her peace disturbed by his loud guitar shredding from earlier. Everything from that minute forward had become a game of escalation between frustrations from within the heat of the moment. She was done playing with him for now. Throwing her right hand to the back of Dave's head, she snatched him up by his long hair.
"What the fuck!?"
He yelped, screeching out to her as her nails dug into his hair. Katherine tightened her grip and quickly glanced around the room. A bed sat on the opposite wall from the Marshall cabinet stack. Neatly made up with black sheets and a single pillow, it didn't appear that anyone had slept in the bed at least not yet. Her heels clicked and clacked loudly on the floor below as Katherine dragged Dave towards the bed and then let go of his hair. She then pushed him with her right hand, watching as he went flying backwards and landed onto the bed. She wasted no time climbing atop of him, hovering over the man now with both hands pushed down to his chest. All Dave could do was glance up, seeing her strict face and snarling lips before speaking.
"You listen to me, you stupid mother fucker! I specifically told you that when you talk to me, you will call me MISS BOSS!! When I tell you to shut the fuck up, YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!! You seem to have a hard time understanding that!!"
As Katherine screamed at him, her breasts began jiggling and wobbling as they were barely contained in the tight bra. Dave glanced away from her face and looked at her magnificent boobs, unable to hold back from that wonderful sight in front of him.
"You think you're some big bad fucking rock star, huh? Got your long hair and dressed like a bum! Your music sounds like shit! I've been with guys who know how to play guitar, unlike you! Are you even fucking listening to me, you mother fucker? Oh wait, no, you're too busy starring at my tits."
She reared her right hand back and then smacked him across the face. The feel of her palm striking the left cheek of his face was enough to get Dave replying back.
"Yes, yes! I'm listening Miss Boss!"
In full control now, Katherine lowered her left hand down to his cock making sure it was still rock hard for her after all her yelling and cussing. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it, giving him a good squeeze as she used her right hand to grip his chin. Katherine squeezed his face, forcing Dave's mouth open in an O. Katherine took a deep breath, now calming herself as she spoke to him in a lower, more seductive voice this time.
"Listen to me. You wanna be a rock star and fuck like one? If you're a good boy and do as you're told, I'll make a man out of you today."
Dave didn't know what to think, but Katherine wasn't going to give time to ponder any coherent thoughts. She leaned her head down, breathing in his face before pushing her lips to his. Down below, she began to stroke his cock slowly while kissing him passionately. It wasn't his business to know that she took a liking to a musician. Katherine didn't have to tell him about her husband and how frustrated she had been with him all day. In many ways, Dave reminded her of him, but she seen it as doing this younger man a favor. He returned the kiss by thrusting his tongue into her mouth and for a brief moment, Katherine was lip-locked with a man whom many women of her status and fame would deem a slob.
She was reminded of her role in the film 'Knocked Up', but Dave didn't have Seth Rogen's looks. He still fit a stereotype of being a loser, yet she found a charm to men like that. When the kiss ended, she went for another one and then Dave responded by wrapping his arms around her. At long last, she had the man touching her. Her bra rubbed up against his pale skin. Dave was skinny, average looking at his age and height with barely any hair on his chest to look like a proper man. Trading kisses back and forth, Katherine still felt that she was in control but only now she was guiding him. If Dave could pleasure her well enough, then it would be a privilege for him to have a bit of control and fuck her. She broke the kiss and pulled herself back up.
Taking her time, Katherine straddled him and bent her knees over the bed. She had to let go of his hard cock down below, but not without taking a lustful gaze down at it and biting down on her lower lip. At long last, she was ready to take her bra off and reveal her all natural tits before the man who couldn't keep his eyes away from them. Hooking her thumbs at the shoulder straps, they loosened a bit before Katherine pulled her bra off with her right hand. Dave dropped his lower lip, gasping at the sight in front of him. At least from his experience in life, he was looking at the greatest set of boobs he had ever seen so far. The light from the window shined at her erect nipples, as he guessed to himself these had to at least be plump DDs. Katherine smiled, flashing her full pearly white teeth as she began to dangle the bra around her index finger. She playfully spun it around, anticipating the moment to feel his hands over her tits.
"You want these big tits, don't you, Dave? You want some huge titties in your face, you little perverted fucker, don't you?"
"Yes ma'am! They look fucking amazing. I can't believe I'm seeing them for real this time."
A satisfactory answer this time around. Katherine discarded her bra by tossing it to the floor. She then grabbed Dave's wrists , moving his hands to her breasts so he could finally touch them. He felt her hardened nipples pressing against the palms of his hands. When Katherine let go of his wrists, he then squeezed her tits, finally hearing her give out an audible moan. Again, Dave squeezed those wonderful boobs as Katherine set her eyes back on him. She bit down on her lower lip and awaited for an open moment when he let go of those tits. She then moved her hands over her own breasts, leaning up to push them towards his face.
"Come on, show me how much you love these big fucking titties!"
Dave was smothered by Katherine's breasts. She pulled them apart and smashed those plump breasts up against his face. He began to shake his head, slobbering loudly in a desperate attempt to motorboat her tits. This was something Katherine loved as she soon giggled and began moaning. Adjusting her hands on both sides, Katherine pulled her breasts apart and then shoved them up to his face. Dave moved his lips to her left nipple and began to lick it before pushing his lips over it. Katherine moaned, watching him suck at her nipple, their eyes meeting before she gave him a loving smile. Dave pulled his lips away and then went to her right nipple, making sure to give it an equal sucking while she softly caressed his long hair.
Their moment of intimacy was sweet but shortly lived. Katherine was pleased that he took the time and effort to suck her nipples, but she wasn't on top of him just for this. Dave had his fun with her tits, but it was Katherine's turn now to get right down to business. Adjusting herself to properly sit over him, her eyes moved down to see his hard cock. She was still wearing her lacy red panties, going for a move to tease him as she rubbed her cunt across his rod. Biting down on her lower lip, Katherine knew what devious facial expressions to give him. Dave could see the lustful hunger painted across her face, now feeling the fabric of her panties rub up against his cock. Katherine bit down on her bottom lip again, then moved her hands down to rip at her thong.
"Mmmmmmm, I am gonna ride your fucking dick like there's no tomorrow. I doubt you've ever been with a woman who knows how to fuck as good as me. Probably never once in your life, if I can take a guess."
If not for the seriousness oozing from Katherine's voice, Dave probably would've laughed. He swallowed his breath, listening to the ripping fabric of her panties before she tossed the tattered pieces to the floor. Only for a moment was he able to look down at her fresh mound, witnessing the hairless pussy and beautiful pink folds. He thought her tits were fantastic, but the sight of her womanhood only made Dave want his cock inside of her. The man didn't have to wait for long as Katherine leaned up, hovering her cunt above his cock. She carefully used both hands to line up his rod for her to lower herself down on it. Taking her time, Katherine slowly pushed it past her pink folds and into her warm juicy cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh, god. Ohhhh, yeah..."
Dave cried out at the feeling of warmness covering his rod. Katherine's big brown eyes glared at him as she saw the look of pleasure across his face. Once more, she bit down on her lower lip until she had finally come down, sinking his cock into her pussy. She leaned down, roaming her hands across his chest as Katherine was now in position to take him for a ride. She began to roll her hips, working that cock in and out of her pussy as Dave looked up into her eyes.
"You like that!? You like being inside of me, huh!?"
"Yes ma'am! That pussy is so fucking tight! Ride me, Miss Boss!! Ohhhh god, fuck me!!"
He didn't forget to say those special words to her. Dave looked away from her face, watching Katherine's breasts bounce and sway all around. She raked her nails lightly across his skin, gritting her teeth and letting out a growling moan.
"YESSSSS!! YOU FUCKING LIKE HAVING A WOMAN LIKE ME RIDE YOU, HUH!? TALK TO ME, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!"
"Yes Miss Boss! Ride my cock, you own it now!!"
Katherine didn't expect such an explanation from his crying voice. Had he not called her by the nickname, she would've slapped some sense into him. Dave seemed to know his place by now, perhaps realizing the privilege and honor it was to fuck Katherine Heigl. That was how she looked at it and now she was riding him, rolling her hips harder and faster to push that cock in and out of her. If he had the strength to hold himself back from exploding inside her, that would go a long way in impressing her. Dave moaned, finally reaching his hands up and squeezing her breasts. Katherine was happy to feel his hands touching her body once more. She threw her arms up behind her head and then Dave impressed her again as he began to buck his hips upward, meeting with her downward thrusts.
Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of their bodies hitting together was loud and audible through a wall of noise that became their moans and heavy breathing. The bed had a metal frame that suddenly began to shake, hitting up against the wall with a clanking noise. Katherine wasn't going to stop riding that cock, not when he was going that extra mile to give it to her. Dave grunted, gritting his teeth as his hands squeezed and massaged at her breasts, trying his hardest to thrust upward. She closed her eyes, embracing this feeling from the heat of the moment knowing that she was pushing closer and closer to that heavenly release. It would've been so easy to give in and share an epic climax with Dave, but Katherine knew better than to waste all of her time so quickly. She came to a stop, allowing him to buck his hips and pump that cock into her pussy before she called out to him.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh yeah! You're a smart fucking boy, but I think it's time to stop!"
Just like that, Dave came to a halt. He moved his hands away from her breasts and Katherine was pleased that he listened to her. She leaned down and kissed his lips, a subtle reward he deserved before she had to get up. Rising up, she reached down for his cock and slowly pulled it out from her pussy.
"You know how to control yourself. I like that in a man. It tells me that you're quite useful when it comes to fucking."
Dave was somewhat puzzled by her compliment, but he knew better than to open his mouth and say something stupid. She was the boss and he didn't question her authority throughout this fuck session. Katherine stood up once she had pulled his cock from her womanhood, stomping her heels down to the floor and still gripping his shaft with her right hand. She motioned to him with her left hand to get up from the bed. Once Dave had properly sat up, Katherine began to walk backwards, pulling him by his cock as if it were a leash. A smirk ran across her red lips as she spoke to him.
"Remember when I said I would make a man out of you?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"You're a good boy, Dave. You know how to listen to me, so I'm happy with that."
She let go of his cock and then Katherine turned her back to him. For the first time, Dave got to witness her cute ass on full display as she walked around him. Katherine moved to a wall near the window. She pushed her hands against the white surface and then flicked her long blonde hair while glancing at him from over her left shoulder.
"Come on! I want you to fuck me! Get back here, shove that big fucking dick right up my pussy and GIVE IT TO ME!! Come on, you mother fucker! Show me that you've got BIG BALLS!! Fuck me nice and hard and make me scream my lungs out!"
His heart beat began racing from the choice of words Katherine decided to scream at him. This was Dave's moment, if he could take control and be in charge of her, but was it worth it? Katherine so far knew how to handle him, so perhaps she was only stroking his ego. Either way, he realized the privilege he had at this moment to fuck her after how easily she had walked all over him. Stepping behind her, Dave watched as she turned her head to gaze forward. Katherine closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, letting out a faint moan as she soon felt his cock pushing at the folds of her wet pussy.
"Mmmmm, that's it. Get that big dick in there. You know what to do. You know how I want it."
That he did, Dave knew not to disappoint this woman. As he thrust his cock into her, Katherine gasped and let out a moan. His eyes glanced down at her buttocks, trying to fight off the urge to spank such a beautiful ass, but he knew better. He would only touch that ass if she demanded it from him. Dave placed his hands at her hips and then began to thrust his cock inside of her.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's it! There you go! Fuck me!!"
As Katherine yelled at him, Dave began to thrust harder and faster. His balls smacked down against her thighs while her breasts began to jiggle and shake. She spread her fingers over the wall, etching her nails over the paint.
"Don't you fucking stop until I cum. You got that!?"
"Yes Miss Boss!"
Dave replied as he continued to buck his hips and drive his cock into her cunt. Katherine moaned, calling out to him once more.
"After you make me cum, I want you to pull out! Don't waste your fucking load inside me!"
"YES MA'AM!!"
He screamed back his response as if Katherine was a drill sergeant. His hands roamed over her body as Dave made an effort to find her bouncing breasts. Katherine moaned in pleasure as she felt his hands squeeze at her tits as he continued to pound his cock into her pussy. Over and over, she felt inch after inch of him pumping into her. Satisfied that he could turn up the heat and pound her by request, Katherine moaned and called out to him.
"OHHH, OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH YEAH! FUCKKKKK!!"
She opened her eyes, enlarging them at as she starred at the wall and felt his cock pumping into her in unison with his strong hands squeezing at her breasts. This was it, this was how Katherine wanted it. Dave leaned in from the right side of her body, brushing his lips up against her neck as he began to suck. He took a wild guess that it would be a weak spot for her based off experiences in his past with previous girlfriends. Katherine gasped, exhaling deeply before she cried out in a desperate voice.
"That's it, ohhhhh god! Yes, yes, yesssss! THAT'S IT!! GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE IT TO ME!!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. Once again, their bodies hit together in a solid fast paced rhythm. So close, yet almost feeling so far away. Katherine wanted that sweet release. She didn't want to have to beg any longer as her fingernails scraped into the paint of the bedroom wall. Lines broke across the paint, stretching down as Katherine then gritted her teeth and let out a growling moan.
"OHHHHHHHH GOD!! OHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"
As she screamed, Dave began to slow down. It became difficult for him to hold back from his blowing load within her. His face curled up as he grunted and moved his hands away from her breasts. He soon felt the warm rush from within, her juices flooding as her inner walls had broke. This was the moment he had to cautiously remember, as Dave didn't want to 'waste his load' inside her as she put it into words. He stepped back and quickly pulled his cock out from her pussy. Katherine's juices squirted down her thighs with droplets falling down to the wooden floor below. Out of breath, she panted and attempted to recover her breath fast while Dave was stepping backwards. He admired the view of her ass, but didn't take the chance of putting his hand on it.
"Did I do a good job fucking you, Miss Boss?"
A brave question to ask given Katherine's slight fatigue. She had to catch her breath before turning around and giving Dave the nod of approval. Katherine didn't reply to him as she fell down to her knees and began crawling over to him. Her right hand reached up, gripping his slick and wet shaft. Dave stood there as she brought it into her mouth and began to loudly slurp up her own juices from his cock. Dave swallowed his breath, promptly forgetting whatever words he wanted to say to her as Katherine was now sucking him off again. She bobbed her head up and down, slowly slobbering on it. Once she had swallowed down all of her own juices and properly cleaned Dave's rod, Katherine pulled her lips to the head and released it with a popping sound.
"You did better than good, Dave..."
Katherine spoke to him in a low voice before spitting on his shaft. She began to wank it back and forth with her right hand, making sure his cock was properly lubed in spit after she had licked it clean of her juices. Her big brown eyes gazed up at him and then she smirked. Flashing her teeth to give him that same look of hunger from earlier that he now come to know as one of Katherine's signature facial expressions.
"Your worthy of more than fucking me, Dave. Let me ask you something, are you listening to me?"
"Yes ma'am, I'm listening Miss Boss."
Letting go of his cock, Katherine moved her hands down to her breasts. She began to push them up while speaking aloud to him.
"You love my tits, don't you? How would you love... this."
She finished her final word in speech after pushing her breasts up and shoving his cock right between them. Katherine wanted to see that dumbfounded look on his face as she was confident this man had never tittyfucked a woman in his life. Dave didn't disappoint her as he dropped his lower lip and looked down at Katherine with a bewildered expression. She had managed to blow his mind with a subtle kinky surprise.
"Don't that feel good? Having your big dick right there between my huge titties?"
"Oh my god... wow!"
"I'm gonna fuck your cock with my tits... and then you're gonna fuck my tits and cum. Got that?"
"Yes ma'am!"
How could he say no to this kind of pleasure? Dave knew what tittyfucking was, but this was truly the first time he had experienced such pleasure in his life. He would've never guessed that the first set of tits he'd have his cock between would belong to Katherine Heigl. His eyes were focused on the action below her face, watching as she squeezed those breasts together and began to slowly pump them up and down. His rod disappeared between the folds before poking back up.
"Mmmmmm, it feels so fucking good... You have no idea how long it has been since I last had a hard fucking dick right between my titties, mmmmmmmm."
Katherine spoke before exhaling her breath. She glanced down, watching the head of his cock poke up again after she thrust her tits. Leaning her head down, she parted her lips and flicked her tongue over the head. Katherine raised her head, starring up at his face as she continued to pump her breasts up and down, fucking his cock to a pulp with them. Dave had to swallow his breath, panting and moaning as he couldn't get enough of this amazing pleasure.
"God your tits are fucking perfect, Miss Boss! I love them!!"
He almost had forgot to call Katherine by her title of authority. All Katherine did was moan before coming to a halt from moving her boobs. As she sat there on her knees, it was now time for Dave to take over. Gritting her teeth momentarily, Katherine was prepared to start yelling at him. She would know just the right words to motivate him into fucking her tits the way she so desired.
"I LOVE having a big dick like yours between my big tits. Come on, Dave! Come on and prove to me that you love my tits! Fuck my tits! Fuck 'em hard!"
The order had now been given and it was all onto Dave. He starred down at her stern face, noticing the small grin Katherine's lips formed. He began to buck his hips, pumping every inch of his cock between her world famous breasts. Panting and moaning, Dave couldn't believe how wonderful this pleasure felt. The head of his cock continuously poked up with each full thrust.
"Harder! Faster, you mother fucker!"
"Yes ma'am!!"
He didn't expect her to call him a mother fucker again, but the title didn't phase Dave whatsoever. He moved his right hand down to one of her shoulders, holding her in place as he began to thrust harder and faster. Katherine titled her head down, watching as his cock pumped back and forth, up and down. She seemed satisfied as she let out a moan, knowing he had very little time left to enjoy fucking her tits. Over and over, Dave continued to fuck them. Pumping his cock as hard and as fast as he could.
"FUCK!!"
Groaning aloud, he grunted after gritting his teeth. Dave could only feel the panic rushing from within him as he didn't want this pleasure to end but he was so close. The cum came rushing through his veins and soon he would be blowing a hard load for her. He panted and grunted again, as Katherine smirked up at him. She knew what conflict she had brought for this man, loving every minute of seeing the struggle he carried as he tried his hardest not to explode. Thoughts raced through his mind as Dave was now ready to finally cum. It would be something of a risk what he wanted to do, but he couldn't help himself. Pulling his cock from her tits, he reached down and snatched Katherine by her hair to hold her head in place. She gasped, not expecting this sudden move from him.
"TAKE MY FUCKING CUM MISS BOSS, OHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Dave shut his eyes, unable to hold himself back as his legs began to shake at the sensational feeling of his cock erupted from the touch of his hand. He cried out, wailing his moans in a high key as spurt after spurt of his seed went flying towards Katherine's beautiful face. He couldn't hear any moans or words of complaints as his other hand gripped her golden hair so tightly. Dave continued wanking his cock, making sure he got every last bit of cum out so he could drown her face in his seed. He couldn't help himself. It wasn't what she wanted, but Dave had the irresistible urge to leave Katherine with a glazed face full of cum as something to remember her by. After he was done, he let go of her hair and his cock. Slowly catching his breath as he began to open his eyes at the sound of her clearing her throat.
"Ahem... you missed."
When he glanced down after hearing her words, Dave had to blink his eyes and do a double take. Not one single drop of cum was on Katherine's face. The initial blast of his first few strings of cum were so powerful they shot entirely over her head, slathering across the floor behind her and followed by other spurts that had landed on the floor. He was stunned that she didn't have a single drop anywhere on her skin. What didn't surprise him was the angry look across Katherine's face. He didn't ask Miss Boss permission to cum on her face and by the way she looked, the woman wasn't amused that he couldn't even get a drop of cum across her body. Katherine got up from her knees, standing face to face with Dave before she spoke to him.
"Don't you ever put your one of your filthy hands in my hair again. If I want you to cum on my face, I'd fucking tell you to do it, you stupid ass little pervert."
Her voice was low, sharp in the intimidating manner that only Katherine could pull off. Despite her rage, Dave was only turned on again. Perhaps she was correct that getting yelled at was a suffice way in making his cock grow hard. Katherine backed away from his face and then bent down to grab her torn panties and bra from the floor. She held them with her left hand, using her right hand to point down at the mess of cum across the floor.
"After you get dressed, you can get on the floor and clean this fucking mess up. That's if you ever want to take another chance of fucking me again later this week."
"Yes ma'am!"
Dave moved, quickly scrambling for his clothes as Katherine grabbed her dress and stomped her high heels out of the room. She wasn't going to reward him with the privilege of watching her get dressed. All in all, she was satisfied. After a day of steaming in rage and frustrations boiling over, there was no better way than to take them out and feel better. Dave was a proper man she easily walked all over, but Katherine couldn't forget the move he tried to make towards the end. If he wanted to cum on her face, that was something he would have to earn by pleasing his Miss Boss. Katherine was confident after all of this, the man would want more from her in the future. It at least better than thinking about the disappointments with the other men in her life at the moment. For the time being, she had a loyal obedient man to please her while stuck on the set for this film.
THE END
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