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DISCLAIMER AND AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story is a complete work of fiction and a satirical one at
that. Although numerous real people, places, and organizations are
referenced here, the actions described herein are entirely fictional. No
relationship exists, is intended, or should be inferred. If you're one
of these people, go read "Hustler v. Falwell" before calling your lawyer,
okay?
This work contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity, and
anyone offended by such things should read no further. If reception of
this work is illegal due to your age or other repressive local
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This work is intended solely for the quiet and private enjoyment of
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the story. All other rights are reserved.
To the faithful reader: This is another satirical piece like
"Playing with Fire" and "The Long and the Short of It." Make of it what
you will. You may suspect while reading this that I have some
connections to the movie biz, and you'd be right. There are some subtle
references in here that you may miss if you don't follow Hollywood that
closely. But let me reiterate: This a work of fiction, not a gossipy
roman � clef.
One other thing: To whoever posted that request for smoking-related
stories in a.s.s.d a week or two ago--there are a couple of post-sex
smoking scenes in here. Enjoy. <g>
NOTE: It is no longer necessary to e-mail me for missing pieces.
You can find this and the rest of my stories on my web site:
www.geocities.com/SoHo/Workshop/4013. Fan mail is still welcome, though
(Celeste's "blow-job" principle certainly applies). Intelligent comments
and criticisms will receive appropriate responses. Flames and juvenile
slobbering go straight to the recycling bin.
STROKE STORY
(c) 1998 by MichaelD38@aol.com
www.geocities.com/SoHo/Workshop/4013
I.
I was having a good dream. Really. I was on Letterman with Demi
Moore; we were having a good time, cracking jokes, talking about that
movie we did a few years back. I was funnier than Dave, and I could tell
he was getting annoyed. Letterman said something about how that article
in "People" might come back to haunt me, and I said, "Hey Dave, at least
the girls who stalk me don't look like they crawled out from under a
rock," and everyone laughed. Demi even leaned over and suggested we get
together later, what with Bruce out of the way now.
Then I woke up.
Or rather, someone woke me up. I lifted the pillow off my face,
seeing a long cascade of blonde hair swinging around as the head it was
attached to sat up. The girl stretched, standing up, and I admired the
rear view, the tight little curves of her naked butt as she stood up in
front of the window. It was early, but I could still see some kids out
surfing. She turned around, and the front view was pretty nice, too.
Her tits were fake, but the doctor had done a good job with them.
"Hi."
"Hey," I groaned.
"Did I wake you up?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry."
"Where's your friend?"
"In the shower. I was about to join her." She grinned. "Wanna
come?"
I stretched out in my king-sized bed, popping a few joints.
"In a minute. What was your name again?"
"Stayci. With a 'y' and an 'i.'"
"And your friend?"
"Jessica."
"Oh. Yeah."
I watched her walking into the bathroom, and the previous night
came back to me. I'd met them at some club back down PCH in Pacific
Palisades. They were cute, but nothing unusual. Most days in Malibu,
you can throw a rock at the beach and hit ten of them.
I climbed out of bed, stepping on last week's copy of "People."
"The Sexiest Man on Earth." Gawd. The copy wasn't mine; these two
minxes had had it, and asked me to autograph it before suggesting we come
back here.
When I walked into the bathroom, Stayci and Jessica were in the big
walk-in shower together, soaping each other up eagerly. The glass tile
made it a little hard to see, but it looked like they were having a lot
of fun. Jessica was a near carbon-copy of Stayci, except she had red
hair.
I took a long piss and stepped over to the shower door. The two
girls were holding each other, Stayci playing with Jessica's tits,
Jessica with her hand between Stayci's legs. They both looked at me,
smiling lasciviously, and kissed, watching my reaction.
I was hard before climbed into the shower with them, and harder
afterward. They pulled me to them, and I kissed one, then the other,
groping at random breasts and buttocks. Stayci dropped to her knees,
taking most of me into her mouth. She gulped, pulling me closer, and
swallowed what was left. She had done this repeatedly last night, and
though she claimed to be a model, I had begun to suspect she might also
have done some time as a porn actress.
As Stayci deep-throated me, I played with Jessica. She was wet and
soapy, and I could feel the bags of silicone in her tits. I slipped a
finger between her neatly trimmed labia and began masturbating her.
I felt Stayci reaching under my balls, then sliding a finger into
my ass. She found my prostate and massaged it as she worked my cock in
and out of her throat. I groaned into Jessica's mouth, and worked
another finger inside her. She held me, nails digging into my arm.
Stayci was going to end this pretty quickly the way she was going,
so I pulled her off and pulled her up to join us. The three of us kissed
together, tongues working in every direction. I turned Stayci around to
lean against the glass tile wall, then reached under her to slip myself
into her bald pussy. Jessica reached between us, fondling both of us at
once, then dropped to the floor, crawling around in front of Stayci. Her
hands gripped Stayci's butt, and I soon felt her licking at us where I
was fucking Stayci.
Getting it from both directions, Stayci quickly lost it. I thrust
at her roughly, lifting her off the shower floor. She began crying out
like the porn star I suspected she was, although her arousal hardly
seemed faked. She reached down with one hand to pull Jessica closer, and
Jessica attacked her even more eagerly. She let out a final screech, and
her legs buckled as she came.
She slipped out from between us, and I stepped back to sit on the
tile bench along the back of the shower. Jessica crawled forward, and
took me into her mouth, licking Stayci's juices off me. Stayci dropped
to her knees to watch us, catching her breath, as Jessica bobbed rapidly
on my cock. A few moments later, she crawled around behind Jessica,
sliding up between her legs to lick at her as she sucked me.
Now Jessica's movements became more urgent and less controlled.
She bobbed faster, whining through her nose. I looked down around her to
where Stayci was working, and saw the blonde girl with her tongue most of
the way inside Jessica. I tried to pace myself, controlling my arousal
to match hers. When she began to convulse in orgasm, I took her head and
moved it for her to finish myself off, squirting long gooey ribbons of
come into her mouth. To her credit, her lips remained locked on my cock,
and she took it all.
She kept sucking weakly in the aftermath of her orgasm, and worked
out the last of my come with her fist. Stayci reappeared next to us, and
pulled Jessica over to kiss her, sucking my come out of her mouth.
II.
The girls left after that, and I went back to bed. Then the phone
rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me, and what the fuck are you doing at home?"
"Uh, Sy?"
"Yeah, we had a breakfast meeting with those jerks from Paramount,
remember? I got them sitting at the table right now. Don't tell me you
fucking forgot."
"Oh, shit. Sorry. I was out late last night. Where are you?"
"At Michael's in Santa Monica. How fast can you get down here?"
"Uh, give me fifteen minutes."
"Okay, I'll try to hold them."
"What was this about again?"
"That Bruckheimer script I sent you. Don't even fucking tell me
you didn't read it."
"Uh, okay, I won't."
"Fuck! Try to read it on the way over here, okay?"
"Okay. I'll see you in a few."
I found a reasonably clean pair of jeans in my closet, and pulled a
T-shirt on over them. The script Sy had sent me was in the kitchen,
where it had lain for the last week after his messenger dropped it off.
I grabbed it on the way out, pulling on some sunglasses, and jumped into
my NSX.
I swung out onto PCH, hitting 75 in about six seconds, dodging the
late Friday morning traffic. I ran the light at Malibu Canyon Drive as I
tried to read the script. Another cop movie. Gunfights, explosions,
drug dealers, half-naked chicks running around. Typical Bruckheimer
stuff. I tossed it on the floor and slammed the car down into second
gear as I swung around a Range Rover. I narrowly missed a little Honda
running the light at Topanga, then raced down the hill to the beach. The
light at Sunset was green, although I came close to hitting a couple of
jaywalking surfers. I went up the incline to Ocean, passed Wilshire, and
pulled into Michael's. The valet took the car, and I walked into the
foyer.
The maitre d' intercepted me immediately.
"This way, Mr. McDonald."
I followed him out to the patio, where Sy was waiting with two guys
in sport jackets and T-shirts. They stood up and shook my hand.
"Bret, this is Simon Harris and Phil Cohen."
I nodded as I sat down.
"Nice to meet you."
A waitress appeared at my side. She looked like another aspiring
actress, long chestnut hair, big brown eyes, nice tits.
"What can I get you?"
"Your phone number."
She blushed, grinning.
"Just kidding, hon. Get me a Bloody Mary, double shot, with a
Corona on the side."
I watched the girl's butt as she left, then looked back at the
table. Harris and Cohen were sitting patiently.
"Let me convey Mr. Bruckheimer's apologies for not being able to be
here this morning," Harris said. "He's in the middle of production on
'Vegas Takedown.'"
"So I heard."
"Did you have a chance to look at the script?" Cohen asked.
"I took a look at it. Looks like another 'Beverly Hills Cop.'"
"That's close to what we have in mind, but we're thinking 'Lethal
Weapon' with a guy and girl instead of a white guy and a black guy."
"Who's going to do the female lead?"
"We're talking to a few people."
"I need to know if I'm going to give this consideration."
They glanced at each other, then at Sy, who remained impassive.
"We've been talking to Peta Wilson and Neve Campbell."
"Nikita. Huh. She'd be good. I've never met her."
"Campbell sounds a little young for that kind of role," Sy said.
The waitress appeared with my drinks, and I gave her another wink.
She smiled again, and gave me a glance back before she went through the
door into the restaurant.
"We're hoping to go after the youth market with this," Harris said.
I gulped down the Bloody Mary, then took a swig of the beer.
"Well, get Nikita, and I'll do it. Otherwise, talk to Sy. I got
to go."
I stood up, and they leapt to their feet. I shook their hands and
patted Sy on the back on the way past.
Inside the restaurant, I looked for the waitress. Leo was eating
breakfast with a couple of chicks, and I gave him a wave. "Let's get
together some time." Yeah, right. Not after I'd usurped his position
with that article in "People."
Back by the register, I found the girl totaling a bill. She looked
up when I approached, startled, then smiled.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"What's your name?"
"Simone."
"You an actress, Simone?"
"Uh, sort of. Not like you, but I did a couple of commercials."
I leaned in, getting very close. I could see the flush spreading
over her face, the thrill in her eyes.
"Do you get breaks, Simone? Like could you spare five or ten right
now?"
Her jaw dropped, and her eyes swelled. She bit her lip. Then she
grabbed my hand, glancing around us, and pulled me down the hallway
behind us.
"In here."
She pulled me into a storeroom, locking the door, and practically
jumped into my arms. I kissed her roughly, groping at her ass and tits.
Her tits felt real, oddly enough, and I pulled up the front of her blouse
to get at them. She pulled it the rest of the way off, then reached
behind her to unsnap her bra. I took both tits in my hands, squeezing.
Mmm. My, my. Most definitely real. I bent down to suck on them, and
she held my head, moaning, pulling at my T-shirt.
I let her pull it off and went back to her tits. I sucked on them
hard, biting them, pulling on the nipples with my teeth. All she did was
moan.
She pulled my head up, kissing me again, and I continued
manhandling her breasts. I always worry about popping the fake ones, so
getting real ones this nice was a treat. She bent down, sucking at my
nipples, then dropped to her knees in front of me. She dug my cock out
of my jeans and popped it into her mouth. I let her suck on me for a few
minutes, watching her brown-haired head bobbing up and down.
I pulled her up, reaching under her skirt to shove down her
panties, then lifted her up, setting her on some boxes behind her.
"Oh, shit," she moaned. "Oh, my God."
She spread her legs as I moved in, wrapping them around me. I
slipped into her, finding her already sopping wet. She put her arms
around my shoulders, knees up at my armpits, kissing me frantically. She
held onto me and let me work. Having just serviced Stayci and--what was
her name?--Jessica an hour ago, I had plenty of control and concentrated
on getting her off. She laid her head on my shoulder, gasping, as I
stroked in and out of her. I worked the base of my cock against her clit
repeatedly, and she was soon shuddering against me. She bit my neck,
moaning.
I sped my thrusts, bringing her off again a minute later, finally
pumping so hard that I lifted her off the boxes as I came. She whimpered
as my come spurted into her, and slowly relaxed.
"God," she moaned. "Jesus. Jesus, God."
I withdrew and began getting dressed.
"Um, would you mind, like, could I maybe get your autograph? Or
something? Because my roommate will never believe this otherwise."
I grinned.
"Got a pen?"
"Yeah."
She found her apron and pulled a felt-tip pen out of it. I went up
to her, took her left tit in my hand, and signed my name on it. She
laughed nervously.
"Jeez. Wait 'til she sees this."
I kissed her forehead.
"Thanks. Catch you later."
"Bye."
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