2002 Academy Awards-after party

[mfucker]

Jolie:

I smiled. If anyone had tried to touch me I probably would have used one of those Lara moves on him, or her. Jude was interesting enough, and I could feel a slight attraction towards him. He did look good, even with his clothes torn, ruffled or whatever you might want to call it. Rugged maybe.

Then I noticed him glancing at the front of my dress. I smiled again. Ah well, if I wasn't going to get an Academy for that, I might as well enjoy the attention it brings.

I took a deep breath, and looked away. My chest heaved up higher than ever before, and I wished I could just see his face. Maybe I could. I turned quickly, and caught him staring. I smiled again.

 

[Obidiah]

Jude

Did I just stare at her tits.

My god this girl is hot and if im not mistaken shes making it happen.

and now shes smiling. at me. Wow!

How about a not so subtle question to make sure that we were both on the same wavelength.

"So, what was it like climbing into that hot Lara costume every day? Turn you on or just a job?"

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
I just saw Nat's new post, Roxy.
James and Natalie what a team !...be patient with me I have to teach a class this evening but yours will be the first post I answer!
Maybe we can have a little splender in the grass, somewhere east of eden.

 

[mars99]

Robert

"Oh, you little scamp!" I thought as her teeth sunk into my neck. My mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions and thoughts, as it usually is for me. But the sound of her voice soothed my unsteady nerves as only she could do, "There, Robert, I've marked you as mine, at least for tonight, anyway." My momentary confusion vanished and before I could react she was on top of me, her dress hiked up enough to give me the most delightful surprise, a panty-less view of her most intimate areas.

My eyes lit up like wild cherries when I attained my first glance at her glistening, light brown pubic hair as it hovered tantalizingly above my shaft, which, being constrained under my boxer briefs, was badly in need of straightening. Frisky mood that she was in, I took her hands in mine and guided them down to my tux pants, together we unhooked and unzipped them, then slowly pulled them down along with my underwear over my hips, as she lifted her body slightly to allow free passage. My penis was now exposed to her and was pointed straight upward, just inches from her quivering sex. The sexual tension of the moment and the warm California breeze coarsing through the air caused my loins to twitch and stir with excitement. Looking with hunger into her eyes, I grabbed both sides of her ice blue Armani and slid it up and over her head as she extended her arms through the open sunroof. My God, she was beautiful! A drop of precum formed on my head as I simply gazed at her lithe, curvy little form. Her breasts were dazzling and I was drawn to them like Jack Nicholson to a Laker game. Moving my hands to her bottom, I played and squeezed gently with the soft pillows as my lips made a beeline for her perky nipples, taking one in and suckling gently, then biting softly, grazing and pulling with my teeth. Mmmmm..Calista. How I have longed for this moment. The eager anticipation of her vagina wrapped around my sex, tasting it and milking it, was making my balls swell up with unquenchable fire. I continued to suck as our passion intensified....

 

[Honey_B]

Calista

OCC: First, the serious one...

Somehow through a series of maneuvers that would have impressed Houdini, she and Robert had freed themselves from most of the confines of their clothes. And all in the tight interior space of a DeLorean. Amazing!

"Ohhhhh, Robert!," Calista cooed, "Do you know what you are doing to me!" His mouth at her breasts was in fact driving her wild with lust. She endured the sweet pleasure of his teasing, tasting, and "Oooh!" biting mouth as he suckled her sensitive pink nipples. "Oh, such sweet torture," Calista thought, "but I can play this game. Let's see how much this Bad Boy can endurrrrrrrr." Robert had taken to flicking his tongue lightly over her nipples, making it hard for Calista to continue her thought. She slowly began to lower her pussy onto his rock, hard shaft. She made her pace downward achingly slow, knowing that this would drive him crazy. She began to torture his partially embedded penis with her powerful vaginal muscles. She rhythmically clasped and released, first the head of his cock and then continued her assault on its entire length as she slid slowly, slowly onto him. Robert's moans were evidence of the effectiveness of her treatment and she smiled dispite her growing passion. Finally, after an eternity she was completely impaled onto his sweet cock. "Mmmm, that feels wonderful," Calista spoke in a throaty whisper. She slowly began to rotate her slender hips, all the while keeping up the teasing squeezing of her muscles. She kept at it, enjoying the sensations of his shaft grinding against her G-spot. She could see the passion for her in his beautiful brown eyes. Calista rested her hands lightly on his shoulders and began to kiss him gently. As she did this, she began to slowly raise her hips. The walls of her vagina clung to his cock as if it didn't want to give him up. She continued until she was almost off his penis, almost. She slammed her hips back down, causing Robert to thrust deeply and quickly into her hot hole. At the exact same moment, she thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth.

 

[ariosto]

Flipping the valet a pack of lucky's and a twenty, James rocketed the low slung Porsche onto the highway, smoking rubber for fifty yards. In no time he was doing eighty up the Pacific Highway under a bright full moon with time in his hip pocket and Natalie's fingers on his jeans.

Racing the silver clouds...

"Nat..."

His elbow is draped out of the door frame, hand lightly on the wheel, hair laid back by the wind.

"Nat, glad to be outta that joint, you know...
I mean I can see you, you belong."

His hand falls on top of hers.
"All your life you been part of that...
back there.'

His fingers on top of hers, pressing down.
"It's not true is it?"

What? she asks.

"You and Beatty. God! such a jerk!"

He covers her hand as it caresses the coarse fabric of the faded dungarees.

"Damn!"
He whips the car off the highway so fast she wonders if something's wrong.
The turn off leads up a slight hill and then
a drop off, sheer down to the ocean.
They've been here before.

The engine growls to a stop.
The wind and the waves and the black night sky wrap them round and hold them...

He leans over, puts his head on her shoulder and smiles,
"Kiss me Nat."

She does.

His hands reach into her black hair and he pulls her face down lips to lips, tasting again, the taste of sweet wild honey.

"I remember those."
"I remember those..."

His hand, the palm like soft warm leather moves
into the long slit skirt and sends electric charges through her as he touches her leg from knee to thigh.

 

[mfucker]

Jolie:

I thought about his question for a moment. I knew what he was trying to do here. One nudge in the right direction now, and things could go really well for tonight.

"Let's just put it this way; it turns me on when I see how much I turn people on," I trailed off, sneaking a deliberate glance at his pants. How naughty of me.

 

[Obidiah]

Jude

That was all the validation I needed

"Really" I said and leant forward to rest my elbows on the table.
It was no accident that my water glass had got in the way and it tipped forward as if in slow motion and the contents evenly spread itself over the majority of the front of Angelinas dress.

It was at this point that I deserved an oscar.

"Oh, Im so sorry" I enthused, "Please forgive me" as I dashed over the other side of the table to survey the scene. It was incredible.

The water had seeped through the flimsy material very quickly and the fabric was already plastered to her fabulous and alabaster legs.

"Lets get you cleaned up somewhere" I offered, my hand forward to take hers. I hoped it wasnt shaking too much. She took my hand and stood.

I had been quite surprised by the little reaction she had given. No scream, no leap up from the table and best of all no slap of the face but a cheeky smile and yet another glance at my trousers as if she wished shed thought of it first.

I whisked her through the nearest door and we found ourselves in the kitchen. Full of chefs, waiters, sommeliers, soux chefs and other staff. This wouldn't do, but a door to our immediate right offered sanctuary.

We dashed through to find a very small ante room, with one sink and a rack of sturdy shelves with various condiments in large vats. I started towards the cloth on the sink.

I got down on my knees in front of Angie and started dabbing at her trousers, but now the fabric was so translucent that I might as well have been rubbing her legs.

Being British I thought Id keep up the apologising.
"Im sorry, what can I do?"

 

[Guest]

delete by request from Roxy, since it was somebody else that had hijacked her character

People a friendly reminder: please DON'T post as somebody elses character!!!

 

[mars99]

Robert

Calista's moist vaginal walls undulated over my cock like the River Styx at it's testiest, the fire welling up in my abdomen and coarsing through my shaken body, clouding my mind to such an extent that nothing existed for me or ever would, except her. Her sweet face, her beautiful body, her warm, gentle soul interlocked with mine creating a peace in the warm, night air that I hadn't felt in years. She was the Cleopatra to my Antony, The Bacall to my Bogey, the Blondie to my Dagwood.

Her mound crashed down on my cock like Bill Clinton on his favorite EZ chair, sucking in my salami like a starved Bangkok whore. "Ohhhhhhh, Calista! Fuck m-" Her tounge shooting down my throat swallowed the rest of my sentence as our hips met in a grinding duet of pure, unadulterated "fuck me" lust. She bobbed up and down like a bitch in heat over my blood saturated cum dispenser, my thrusts into her gaping love box deep and powerful enough to seem as if they were reaching the top of her head. "OOOHHHH...AHHHHHH!!!" Our unrestrained cries of abandon reverberated throughout the L.A. basin, bouncing off the "Hollywood" sign, echoing through Downtown, glancing off the Shrine Auditorium and landing back at Spago, the glorious site of our special reunion.

Our eyes poured into each other as our rhythm slowed, then slowed again, and slowed some more until each thrust encompassed our bodies with a heat of such slow intensity, it felt like lust filled molasses was being injected into our veins as we fucked. Her pussy sucked on my cock like a baby at her mother's tit, licking it, tounging it, gumming it. "Mmmmmm...Oh, God Calista, you are sooooo good!" I could only throw my head back and groan like a man relieved of his own soul as I fought like hell to keep from cumming in her, wanting this particular snapshot in time to scan into my brain and remain saved forever. I reclined the sweat soaked driver's seat and lay back, replacing my fingers on her soft, pink nipples, twisting them and pinching them hard, each sharp tweak causing an tight, electric twitch in her swollen cunt muscles, which clung to my puss-fucker like a Vulcan death grip. Her eyes blazed into mine, a curvy little sneer formed on her upper lip. She looked like she was ready to get really nasty. Calista the sweet, mousey girl next door type seemed ready to morph into Calista, the domineering bitch goddess from hell. Robert the transfixed recipient could only wait to see what happened next........

OOC: Pardon all the similes, I got on a roll

 

[mfucker]

OOC: it's an evening gown Jude, trousers?!?

Jolie:

"Well, it would help if I had something to change into, been wanting to change out of these anyway," I asked, slightly parting my legs.

"Any ideas?"

 

[Obidiah]

Jude

ooc: Sorry about the trousers I keep imagining Angelinas 2001 oscar outfit. I have to shift myself forward a year.

What does the dress look like?

ic

"first thing we need to do is to get you dry." I said as the distance between her knees grew. Something else was growing as well.

As my hands moved up her left leg gripping it tightly, as if to wring the water out of her. I leaned forward to make sure my face was close to hers.

As my hand disappeared further up the dress, I whispered "We wouldnt want you getting too damp now, would we?"

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

His lips met hers in a long rapturous kiss which fired every drop in her veins.

"Oh James," Natalie sighed as she untangeled herself from his grasp. "Why do let your eyes rest on me like that? Why do you kiss me like that, speak to me in that voice? Now nothing can be the same for me again. I can forget my very existence in a deep kiss from you."

Her dark eyes began to fill with tears. She turned so that James would not see them. She looked out on the ocean, made blue-black in the moonlight.

"What am I to do about the intenstiy of your glaze, the possessive clasp of your arms, the power of your desire. You tempt me and frighten me. I don't know whether to combat your passion or share it. For so long, my heart has thirsted for your kisses, and now..."

 

[Honey_B]

Their fucking was intense, making her want it to go on forever. But Calista could see that Robert was trying to maintain some kind of control. She didn't care anymore about making him feel better. She smiled a very nasty smile. She wanted to drive him insane!

"Robert," she hissed into his ear, "You know, this is just the appetizer." Calista could see she had his full attention. "That's right, I want more. I want you to spread my little cheeks and fuck me up the ass. Don't be gentle. I want you to pound my hole until I scream for more." She knew the slutmouth talk would get to him, coming as they were from the delicate lips of sweet, little Calista Flockheart.

As she slid up and down on Robert's silky, smooth shaft. She eyed the darkening lovebite she had given him earlier. Calista allowed herself an evil grin as she bared her teeth and sank them into the red-purple mark. She bit down, hard. His scream was gratifying. "Really, men are such babies," Calista thought. The bite had certainly done the trick. Robert instantly released her.

Her hot pussy slipped off his succulent piece of manmeat with an audible pop. Calista turned on the ignition of the car. She had to do so in order to open the car's bizarre doors. Briefly, she thought to herself, "What idiot makes a car where the ignition has to be on to open the damn doors." The doors on the DeLorean flew open like some bizarre metal bird, reaching high in the air.

The radio came on with the ignition and who else would be on but Vonda Shepherd. "How appropriate," Calista thought.

Calista manuevered her body so that she crouched on the passenger's seat, derriere facing out the passenger's side door. She was facing a very surprised Robert. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She gave her hips a seductive shake. She knew the twenty pounds she had gained had done miracles for her ass. She could see Robert trying to imagine how her rear looked from the other side.

 

[ariosto]

"Damn Nat, I mean, who knows how long we got here. Let's hop on the hood of the car and screw."

Natalie was choked with emotion hearing that voice again, she'd forgotten how...direct Jimmy could be.

It was a perfect night. The clouds racing the moon, the pounding surf below and somewhere, somewhere the distant growl of two hot rods racing for the cliff and...eternity.

She took the scarf from around her neck and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Ok James. Let's go."

He grinned and flipped the glowing lucky into the night sky...
a tiny meteor caught by the wind and gone.

Laying Natalie on the hood of the car he ran his hands up both smooth legs and thighs carrying her gown with them and finally
laid his head on the tender skin below her naval, his cheek
was on her lacey panties. She could feel his breath stirring the fine hair of her mons.

MY God! she thought, It is my old Jimmy...
Images of the beach at Malibu in the early days of shooting Rebel
flooded her mind. Then that sniveling Sal* came along. Why did she ever let him...

The feel of Jame's coarse hands inside her thighs, opening the snaps on her garter belt brought her back.

"You still smell like peaches and cream Baby."
His nose was buried in her muff."

"Do you still taste like it?"
She could feel his tongue, rough as a cats licking her through
her silky black undies.



OOC:
*Sal of course does not refer to the Notorious Sal Zanilli, but to the Obnoxious Sal Mineo, may he rest in peace.

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

Natalie spread her creamy white thighs. She could feel the heat of his lips through the insignificant silk of her undergarments. His mouth drove away the torturing memories of the past. James glanced up at her as if he were eager to see the effect he was having on her. She looked into those moody eyes that could change as quickly as the weather.

"James, oh James! I want you to carry me off into the blue skies of sweet feeling. Roll me in your dark clouds. Trample me with your thunderstorms and break me in your angry rages. Only, please... please, make love to me!"

Upon speaking these words, Natalie's panties lie on the ground ripped from her body by his powerful hands. She abandoned herself to him like a blind woman yielding to the hand of her guide. He knealt between her uplifted thighs. As he opened the lips of her sweet sex, she braced herself the intensity of his touch.

"No!" she thought, "Not this time, James. I'm going to be the one to make you beg." She pushed the man away, sliding off the hood of his car. Her death slithered back down, hiding her charms. She caught his lips in her own. The kiss she gave him was savage in his intensity.

He wouldn't be in control this time. She wriggled her hands between them and gripped handfuls of his tee shirt. Her nails ripped into the cloth like talons, drawing a few drops of blood. The shirt fell away easily as she pulled with her hands. Twisting him around, it was James who got pushed down onto the hood of the car.

As she unbuckled the belt of his faded jeans, Natalie could help but say with a devilish smile, "I'm going to make you beg, tough guy."

 

[mfucker]

OOC: really classy evening gown, made more for attending Academy Awards than for fucking.... but then again, not that it matters once it comes off....

Jolie:

I let out a soft sensuous moan as I felt his firm grip on my thighs. Looking down at him, I smiled, and knew that he had heard it, and perhaps even that I was deliberately doing it.


"Too damp?" I asked, innocently.

"And why not?" I teased, as I gripped one of his hands, and using it to open up the slit of my gown, stuck it between my legs.

I moaned again, and smiled quietly to myself.

 

[ariosto]

The hood of the Porsce was still hot when Natalie slammed James on to it.
He watched with knit brows and a grin on his face as she tore open his t-shirt and struggled with his jeans. Blood oozed from a scratch below his navel.

"Ooooooh, Nat." he giggled,"watch out!"

That school boy chuckle of his! It could enfuriate her or make her creamy, she wasn't sure which tonight.

"Damn!, Damn, damn, damn!" she stamped a foot.

"Here Baby, let me give you a hand.'
James sat up and peeled his t-shirt off. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him.
(Creamy, yes definately creamy tonight.)

Then he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped.

"Ok, now you can continue Miss Wood."

She tore his pants off him like a tiger, carrying his boxers along with them. The boots would have been a problem if he hadn't already kicked them off.

Nat stood trying to regain her breath, brushing her hair back and pretending not to let the sight of Jimmy's long beautiful and well remembered cock waving in the night breeze before her, have any effect at all.

"Suits me Nat, you do me, I do you...deal?"
and he chuckled again.

 

[mars99]

Her teasing little fanny swayed and jiggled out the door. The look in her eyes was positively deadly. GOD I wanted to fuck her so HARD! I wanted to shoot my cum so deep into her she would taste it and spit it out and suck it up again just to taste me again! So this little bitch would bite my neck and giggle about it and then tease me with a cute little smile, huh? Maybe she'd get a little more than she bargained for.

Tearing out of the driver's side door and ripping my clothes off on the way, I positioned myself behind her swaying posterior.

"OK, sweetheart, here comes your man!" Kneeling behind her, I raised my hand and with a mighty smack, levelled her outsretched butt cheeks with a spanking to end all spankings. Time and time again, my hand descended upon her ass and her crack with a rigid authority I thought this girl could use. Baby, my ass! I wasn't going to let her get away with that. Her reddened cheeks stung with a pain so intense she almost came right there. But I was just warming up. Spreading her ass globes with my hands, I spit a massive wad of goo on her tight, quivering asshole and smeared it in with my tongue, coating her opening with a mixture of spit and runaway pussy juice from before. I could have devoured her right then. I sucked her asshole with wild abandon, tongue fucking the filthy entrance as I slid two fingers into her quivering spleef, pumping and pushing against her G-spot and thumbing her clit furiously.

I was on fire and burned for this woman with heated intensity. I didn't know if her screams and cries were from distress or pleasure, but I didn't care. I was going to have her. Pulling back and collecting my senses for a moment, I quickly grabbed my cock and wedged it slowly into her mini-hole, each inch sending waves of pleasure coarsing through my body. Leaving no time for slow build up I began pumping with abandon, Grinding, driving and fucking her asshole with an unbridled intensity that I had kept hidden for so long. My cock flew in and out of her, each thrust rocking the car furiously and prompting cries from both of our freeing souls.

For just a moment I slowed my rhythm and went to deep slow thrusts as my hand secretly reached into the glove compartment and retrieved two small, silver, ultra-tight nipple clamps. Two can play at the pain game, I thought. I reached under her and with a deep thrust, attatched the clamps to her stiffened nips. "AAHHH!" she cried at the surprise tweak of her buds, but I didn't give her much time to think about it as I resumed the pummeling of her buttocks. My cock slid like ice-fire through her slippery rectum and I prepared to unload. The first drops of cum dribbled out, signaling the grand explosion to come. As the Vonda Shepherd song reached a climax, I felt mine approaching too.

"OH God, Calista! I'm gonna CUM!!"....

 

[Obidiah]

Jude

Her eyes twinkled as my hands were disappearing further up between her legs.


I decided to take charge of the situation. I moved my hands over her firm
and obviously fit backside and lifted her onto the work surface. She audibly
gasped as I easily took her weight and gently lifted her.
No words were going to add to the situation, so I leant in close to her face
and moved my lips over her cheek, kissed it and moved my mouth over her neck
breathing out all the way until I reached the point where her neck reached
her chest. Another breathy kiss was needed. Finally I bowed my head lower
and brushed past her soft and firm skin, until I met the top of her dress.
Being such a low cut dress, her cleavage was very much apparent, but instead
of exposing it further I kissed top of her breast finding the silkiest skin.
My lips barely grazed her, but she still felt the impact as she now moaned
quite loudly.
My hands after gently guiding her down were meanwhile continuing to explore
her legs and thighs, smoothing down the outside of the legs. I was
personally very interested in whether she had worn any panties through the
preceding 4 hour ceremony. There had been no sign of anything as I had
lifted her but now I started to probe her hips for clues of a thong. My
carresses found nothing at all and I realised that I was very close to a
naked pussy. I wondered to myself whether she had dressed earlier in the
anticipation of having a horny evening, but then quickly checked myself when
I understood that any hint of panties under this sheer dress would have
ruined the cut. Mr Armani wouldn't have allowed that, in fact I allow myself
a little chuckle under my breath as I picture him checking the line of the
outfit personally at the fitting. "No, sorry Ms Jolie, you'll have to take
those panties off." He'd instruct. "Now please". What a job.
I smoothed the damp dress up over her waist now, yet still kept my eyes
firmly fixed on hers. My hands were still moving over the soft flesh of her
thighs. The perfume that overtook my nose now made me question whether her
damp legs were as a result of my "accident" or whether she was really
starting to enjoy this. Finally, I broke my gaze and bent my knees. My eyes
travelled down over her delicately covered breasts, her stomach and beyond.
I kissed her thighs as she lay back. I was now knelt in front of her, when I
heard the door behind me. One of the kitchen staff was backing into the room
carrying a large vat of something. There was nothing we could do, we could
not move. In fact I think Angelina was so lost in herself that she hadnt
even noticed the door. He turned round and the door shut behind him at
exactly the moment that his jaw hit the floor.


I decided to take charge of the situation. The guy looked as if immigration wanted to ask him some probing questions, so I fixed him and in my best English accent I said. "You are not going to make a sound." He nodded. " You are not going to move a muscle" He nodded and smiled. I quickly scowled and growled at him and his smile instantly disappeared. The look of a frightened dog returned to his face.

"I am going to lick the pussy of Ms Jolie here, and you are not going to say a word". He was as still as a statue.

At that I turned round and plunged my tongue into Angelinas pussy, exploring everything I could and lapping up the juices with the passion of a man dying from thirst, whilst my nose rubbed her clit with small but ever decreasing circles

 

[Honey_B]

Calista loved the delicious spanking. Wasn't that what she'd been really begging for with her bratty behavior. Few knew it, but she was a born pain-slut. She often relished a little sweet pain mixed with aching pleasure. It was her guilty little secret. She felt intense satisfaction that she had gotten Robert to show this hidden wicked part of himself.

When he spread her rounded cheeks, Calista smiled in delight. Here was a man who knew how to take care of a woman's darker side. He used his mouth to suck at her anal opening. Calista felt hot impulses of pleasure shoot from her anus to her brain. She moaned imploringly. Robert's tongue entered her passage. She begged like a cheap harlot, wanting more and more. Calista never wanted the sweetness of his mouth to leave her ass.

She gasped in disappoitment as Robert abandoned his ministrations of his mouth. She was rewarded with his juicy cock as he penetrated her backdoor. His pounding into her most private of passages, giving her a mixture of pure pain and pleasure. The lovely pillows of her upturned ass gripped at his pulsating prick in their own appeal for more.

Calista groaned with frustration as she felt Robert's thrusts slow. She was rewarded with a wonderful surprise, nipple clips that were extra tight. She gave a little yip of agonized pleasure as he snapped them on her engorged nipples.

Robert resumed the assault on her rear. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her rounded hips. She rocked them backward, increasing the power of each thrust. Calista wanted to drive him into the very center of her, so intense was her need.

The beginning of an orgasm built slowing but with ever increasing force, starting deep within Calista's ravaged body. She felt the sweet aching ripples build to a devastating climax. The orgasm exploded in her mind. Awareness of everything else but Robert's heated thrusts fell away. Deperate feeling made her throw her hips backward, impaling him ever deeper in her bowels. Vaguely she heard Robert say, ""OH God, Calista! I'm gonna CUM!!" Calista would have felt triumph if she was not already lost in the throws of her own orgasm.

OCC: "...prompting cries from both of our freeing souls" is an absolutely beautiful line, Mars!

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

"Damn, damn, damn!" Natalie thought, "Was there no way to break through that Herculean self-confidence!"

"Suits me Nat, you do me, I do you...deal?" he said, having the audacity to chuckle! He had her ready to give herself to him, body and soul. James, on the other hand, seemed pleasantly amused by their tryst. Natalie fought the temptation to say something rude. If only she could make him want her as much as she wanted him... had always wanted him.

She looked at him, leaning against the hood of his car, smiling up at her. Her fingers impatiently brushed back the swirling hair from her face. Involuntarily, she licked her lips. Natalie moved so that she was close enough to touch him. She bowed her back slightly so that her dress would come into closer contact with certain parts of his body. Her outstretched breasts grazed his nipples as her lower body touched his outstretched sex. Wiggling her hips with a sexy shake, she playfully rubbed him with the roughed beads of her dress. "Yes, we have a deal, darling..." she said, smiling sweetly" as his eyes opened wide at her naughty little trick.

"A deal on my terms, that is" Natalie finished and stepped back slightly before crouching. She slowly stood up, running her fingernails lightly up his well-muscled legs. Her agile fingers found the softer skin on the interior of his thighs. She caressed his sensitive skin, her touch as delicate as the petals of a flower.

 

[ariosto]

James stretched back against the windshield. He put his arms behind his head and watched as Natalie moved her palms along his legs and thighs. He felt her nails grazing him, circling close to his cock then drawing back, nearly hurting, long strokes almost to his knees.
UMMMMMM, felt so good.

He wanted her to take him in her hands and stroke him slowly till he came or until she plunged him into her mouth and swallowed every delicious drop. He smiled, remembering...

She was crazy for him at Malibu that summer. One time in the rented beach house they even knew Mineo was watching them and that made it better. She cocked her eyes towards the pitiful little twerp, and Jimmy looked up in time to see his head disapear behind the sofa. He chuckled and reached down roughing up Nat's hair. She never stopped pumping him, never missed a beat.

"James," she said loudly.
"I'm going to stroke this big steaming cock of yours and lick your tender balls with my cherry sweet tongue until I feel you cuming, then I'm going to take all of your honey tipped Dick in my strawberry lips and swallow every delicious drop of you."
And she did.

Moon Shadows raced over Deans naked body as the memories and the stirring excitement her hands and lips were causing now, rolled into a single burning heat.

 

[mfucker]

Jolie:

Somehow the presence of another man did not bother me at all, in fact it got me even more excited. I spread my legs wider as I felt the dress bunch up and my waist, as I held onto the sides of the table firmly. I was in for a ride.

OOC: so, any particular reason for introducing the kitchen staff? *naughty gleam*

 

[mars99]

Robert

I grabbed a handful of her sweet, honey colored hair and yanked back with full force as I unloaded a torrent of juicy hot stinky cum into her hot fucking asshole, letting loose a string of the filthiest words that I'd ever heard myself say as I did so. Words to the effect of "YOU SKANK FUCKING WHORE" and "TAKE IT YOU SCUM SUCKING BITCH" flew from my lips in a violent release of whatever the fuck was inside me aching to get out. The entire universe shook for me as did her spasming and twitching body underneath me as she came with the ferocity of the gutter slut I always knew she was.

My balls were empty and cum squirted out of her overloaded asshole on to my cock. Reveling in the filth, I bent down and once again sucked on her swollen shit machine, drinking her juice and the remainder of my cum, sucking her dry as I moaned like the animal I was fast turning into. At long last, spent as I had never been before, I collapsed onto the wet grass and stared up at the cool, dark sky. My eyes were closed and my breath and heartbeat were machine gun quick. The world was spinning and I could do nothing but moan and groan like a helpless child. She had released a part of me I'd always tried to push aside. The part that cared, the part that could love and feel, and told me that I had to keep trying, no matter how hard the pain. At that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to hold her in my arms and thank her, and just be with her.