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CELEBRITY SHACK - EROTIC SERIES
JOURNAL OF AN AGENT

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CHAPTER 1 - RACHEAL LEIGH COOK

Following the death of my father, I became the inheritor of his business as a Hollywood agent. I hadn't known too much of my father, because he left my mother and I when I was 3 to pursue his dreams in L.A. and Hollywood. Having not received a birthday card or even a call in over ten years, I wasn't exactly excited about the idea of inheriting a business. I had just graduated college with a degree in English and was looking forward to finding a job as either a columnist or a teacher or something to that effect.

My mother died right after I graduated high school, so I had been on my own for a while. I wasn't planning on attending my father's funeral, until his most loyal employee, a woman named Rebecca Carr called me at home to tell me about the inheritance. Rebecca had been with my father since he moved to L.A., and though they were intimate with each other early on she told me, passion soon gave way to a deeper friendship and she helped his business grow. It was upon her insistence that I chose to attend. My father's funeral was a bit of a scene in Hollywood, as he had spent over 20 years there building a small empire. Young and old, famous and fleeting celebrities were in attendance. People guessed right away who I was, as anyone who knew my father as well as knew me said I was almost an exact image, albeit a little skinnier.

I was about 6'1 and weighed about 170 to 180 pounds. I didn't work out religiously but I was in good shape. The most striking feature I had been told were my eyes. Apparently I had inherited from my father this icy cold stare that burned through my dark blue eyes into people. Combined with my dark brown hair, I had been told by more than one ex- girlfriend that I could look very menacing sometimes when I got even slightly angry.

Following the services, I met with the executor of my father's estate, a Mr. Blake, as well as Ms. Carr to discuss the future of the agency.

"Your father had quite a successful business here Mr. Simonds," said Mr. Blake. "Over 30 employee's, a fine stable of award winning actors, actresses and musicians, as well as close to a hundred unknown's. Keeping retainers with virtually all of them was a brilliant move by your father, as the agency is now worth an estimated $50 million dollars. Being his only heir, you stand to inherit it, as well as his home and personal finances."

I was shocked. I knew he had done fairly well (my mother never said much about him and his success) but I had no idea HOW well. Blake continued:

"You can do what you wish with the business Mr. Simonds, but before you act I suggest you speak with Ms. Carr first before deciding one way or the other," Blake said.

Ms. Carr finally spoke. She was a woman in her late 50s, still in good shape for the most part. Her hair had gone gray but not in a witchy sort of way. It seemed to fit her perfectly, as though she had aged, you could tell that she must have been very attractive in her younger years. Her brownish-green eyes danced with this natural exuberance and I couldn't help but think that she would have made a good model.

"Dean, your father loved you despite his lack of showing it. I know you didn't know him, nor do you know the slightest thing about Hollywood or being an agent, but I think that you probably have the natural charisma your father had. You really should consider running his business. That was your father's last wish, that you help it grow," she said, smiling ever so slightly when she finished. She came across as a good natured grandmother, which was probably the effect she was going for. Her last part angered me a little, trying to play the pity card.

"Look, I know that he wanted me to run things, but I don't have the slightest clue. Even with you here to help me, I would still be lost, not to mention be light years behind in learning how to schmooze this town," I said.

"I only wish I could stay to help you. Like your father, I put my heart and soul into here but now I have to cash out. There are too many memories, too much pain. Besides, I'm an old woman. I want to enjoy my late years," replied Rebecca.

"Well, that's just great. Now I have NO ONE to help me, even if I DID decide to stay!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, no, no, that's not true. Ever since your father became sick, I knew I would be retiring. I've been training a replacement though, and I'm sure that she will be able to help you just as well as I could," said Rebecca.

We discussed and debated for over two hours, but in the end (and much to my chagrin) I agreed to stay and try to run the company for an interim period of six months, just to see how things went. That would give me time to tie up loose ends and sell clients to other agencies if need be. I went home to my father's house that night, laying in bed thinking about all that I had brought upon myself. I concluded that I was at a good cross roads and that because of the safety net of money left to me, I could afford to take a risk like this. Hey, I thought as I drifted off to sleep, maybe I'll get laid somewhere along the way.

I went into work on Monday feeling optimistic about things, as well as a little apprehensive. I went into my father's office and sat down in his chair to try and sort out files and such. I hadn't been sitting for 5 minutes when a knock came on the door.

"Come in," I said as I straightened up in my chair and tried to look my most professional.

The door opened and in walked a beautiful young woman, wearing a knee length maroon skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was a rich black and her skin was of an olive complexion. She had bright green eyes that were perfectly positioned on her face. Her nose was small as were her lips, which were a shade that matched the color of her dress. Her chest wasn't enormous, but certainly tested the limits of the fabric of her blouse. She walked with a kind of step that exuded confidence in herself, but also showed she couldn't be fucked with. I liked her already.

"Hi. My name is Julie Carr and I'm here to help you sort through those files on your desk," she said. She spoke with an unmistakable California accent, one that showed she had lived in California her whole life. My mind immediately made the connection when she said her name.

"Carr? Are you related to Rebecca Carr who used to work here?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. She is my mother. But like you, I never knew my father. Mom has been training me to help you for two months now and I think I will be able to help you figure things out. You ARE Dean Simonds aren't you?" she smiled at me.

"Yes, that's me. How did your mother know that I was going to be running things two months ago? I just met her two DAYS ago." I asked.

"I asked the same thing. All she said was that if she knew your father at all, convincing you to stay would be no sweat," she replied, sitting herself in one of the two guest chairs of the office.

Her mother's assumption about me made me a little ticked, and I guess it showed because Julie sort of got this defensive look on her face that showed she knew I was upset.

"Look, all that is over and done with. Your here for six months, so let's try to make the most of it," she said, extending her petite right hand out for me to shake.

I shook her hand and calmed down a little bit. Bygones are bygones I thought. For the next three hours, we poured over the files. I got to like Julie's personality right away, but she seemed to exude this self defense sort of attitude that crushed any attempt at a sexual maneuver. For lunch, Julie had one of the interns pick us up some sandwiches from the delicatessen down the street. After we finished eating, Julie stood to go.

"Well, we made some good progress today. Hopefully we can get this far all the time," she said.

"Where are you going? It's only 1:30? Was my father THAT lax in letting people leave?" I asked.

She laughed. "No, it's just you have a client coming in at 2:00 and I thought you might want some time to clean up the office. Oh yeah, and to get that piece of lettuce out from your teeth," she said laughing good naturedly as she walked out.

I walked over to the mirror and brushed my teeth, and then proceeded to clean myself up. I had just finished straitening up the files we had been going through when there was a knock on the door.

"Dean, this is Racheal Leigh Cook. She's your two o' clock," said Julie, opening the door and ushering in the client. As soon as Racheal had walked in, Julie closed the door behind her.

Rachael was wearing a dark green sweater and a black silk dress. Combined, the outfit went a long way to hiding the curves that she had to have underneath. Even though I wasn't from Hollywood, I certainly knew who she was. Even in person, she exuded this sort of shy radiance...like a delicate flower who was afraid to blossom. Her hair was pulled back behind her ears and she looked almost elfish. Despite wearing 5 inch lift shoes, she still barely would have come up to my chest. I rose to greet her.

"Ahh, Ms. Cook. How are you? I'm Dean Simonds. Would you care for something to drink?" I said.

"A glass of water if you don't mind. I'm sorry to hear about your father. He was a terrific man. In fact, that's sort of why I am here today." she said.

I walked over to the mini bar and poured her a glass of water, fixing myself a scotch over ice.

"What do you mean?" I asked, handing her her drink. She did indeed only come up to my chest. Raising her head, her deep, soulful brown eyes looked me in my eyes.

"Well, I was planning on coming over to your firm as long ago as last year, now that I finally got all the legal paper work done with my ex agent. I had to reschedule my appointment after your father's passing. But with you running things now, I can still check to see if it is true." she said, taking a sip of her water.

"See if what is true?" I asked a little puzzled.

Her eyes sparkled for a brief moment. Rachael laughed lightly, a very feathery kind of laugh that helped with her pixyish image. She again looked into my eyes, but this time with a growing sense of lust.

"Your father was known as a great guy for his clients it's true. But he was even more well known by his female clients as being...well...endowed," she said, stepping closer to me.

Her forwardness surprised me. Everything I had read about her or seen her in, she always seemed very passive and shy. But apparently sexually, she knew exactly what she wanted.

"...and with you I can see if the old saying 'Like father, like son' is correct," she said, placing her hands on my belt.

My mind raced. Here I was on my first day of running a business and I was already being seduced like a common gigolo. Should I go with it or stop this now and keep from building a reputation?

My question was answered when I felt the belt come off and my pants fall to the floor. Rachael stood on her tip toes and leaned into me, forcing me back against the mini-bar. Her mouth met mine and her tongue slid into my mouth like a stealth snake. I responded in kind by meeting her tongue halfway. I lifted her up off of me and carried her over to the couch against the far wall of my office. I laid atop her, holding myself up with my arms. We kissed each other passionately and I slowly slid my hand up her side to her just big enough breasts and began to play with her right breast through the material of her sweater. I could feel her moan into my mouth, an obvious sign she was enjoying it. Our kiss finally broke, and she sat up. Reaching down, she lifted her sweater over her head, revealing a pair of grapefruit sized breasts straining and heaving against a black pushup bra. She reached around her back and unclasped the bra, flinging it aside. Her breasts were bigger than I had guessed, with dark brown, quarter sized nipples in the center of each. I stuck my hands out and squeezed them gently, massaging them around in my hands. Rachael groaned softly, throwing her head back in pleasure. Her dark brown, shoulder length hair fell upon her bare shoulders as she looked at me again with those eyes. I gazed upon her face, relishing her simple yet elegant face.

Rachael began unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time, very methodically. I lifted myself up with my elbows and she slid the shirt off of me. As I said earlier, I try to stay in shape, focusing mainly on getting some tone in my arms and having a flat stomach. At this point, I was now left in only my boxers, something Rachael quickly set to remove. Using the same gentleness she had used before on my shirt and pants, she slowly slid my boxers off over my cock, allowing it to spring up and then land with a very audible thump on my stomach. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if anyone heard us.

Rachael licked her lips and slowly began jacking my cock with her right hand, as I continued to play with her tits. God they were soft and felt so great.

"I guess all my girlfriends were right, having a big cock DOES run in the family," she said with a devilish smile.

I guess I'm modest, because I never have measured how big I am. Previous girlfriends had said I was big, but again I didn't know.

"God, you must be at least 9 inches long!" Rachael gasped, inadvertently answering my question. "And your as thick as my wrist! I've got to feel this beast in me before I let you go," she said, smiling.

"But first, a little snack!"

Lowering her head down so that her hair fell in front of her face, her lips touched the head of my very erect prick very lightly. Snaking her tongue out, I felt her twist it around in my pisshole. Pulling her mouth off for just a split second, the cool air hitting where her warm lips had been was a thrill. But it was short lived, as in one swift move attempted to deep throat me. She got about half of my cock down her throat before it hit the back of her throat. She lifted her mouth off again and began licking me up and down, starting from the head and going all the way down to my balls, sucking on each one in that gentle manner she had been using.

By this time, I was really enjoying myself, but things had to pick up. I placed my hand atop her head and forced her back down on my cock. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her mouth up and down my cock. She got the idea very quick and began bobbing up and down rapidly. I laid my head back on the arm of the couch and relaxed, letting out a sigh. She continued like this for what must have been 10 minutes, rotating between licking my cock slowly and bobbing up and down fast. Finally I said in a husky voice "I'm about to come."

Pulling her head off completely, she grabbed my cock with her hand and stood me up. With me standing and my cock still in her hand, she got to her knees and began jerking me rapidly. I grunted loudly as my cock exploded, spraying her chin and lips and even landing a dollop or two in her hair. With my cum dripping off of her chin and onto her cute little breasts, she proceeded to lick my cock of any cum and wiped the cum from her lips, only to rub it into her chest and onto her tits. Out of breath, I sat back down on the couch.

Rachael stood up before me and wriggled slinkily out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties. Her snatch was a lighter brown than her hair, but was still a close match. She was shaved in a bikini line but nowhere else, which left a wispy "V" shape over her mound. Her pussy hair wasn't very thick and I could see that her cunt was fully aroused, her dark brown outer lips glistening from her female wetness.

She lowered her legs over my still erect cock and slowly let it push into her. My god she was tight, but not a virgin which really didn't surprise me.

Finally I felt her settle on top of me, my cock buried to the hilt in her warm pussy. Rachael sighed a moan of pure satisfaction and then lay her head on my shoulder. Using the couch as a lift, she proceeded to slowly move herself up and down my cock. I could feel her pussy craving more as it tried to grip me every time she slid on and off of my cock. Wanting to match her pace because I knew I wouldn't last long inside her (I hadn't had sex in a while), I began thrusting my hips up every time she would pull off, making sure that no matter how high up she lifted herself, the tip of my prick was still in her. I reached down to her beautiful snatch and began stroking her clit furiously at a much faster pace than what we were going at. The combined sensation was too much for her, as she cried out in orgasm and I felt her juices spill onto my hand and legs. Feeling myself on the brink, I warned her that I was about to come. Lifting her head off my shoulder and still struggling to catch her breath after her orgasm.

"Cum...in my...ass," she gasped.

I had never had a girl ask to be fucked up the ass, but hey, this was L.A. I pulled out of her and tried to lubricate my cock with her juice and my precum. Rachael had already leaned over the couch arm and was thrusting her ass up in the air. Walking up behind her, I bent down to lick her asshole just to soften things up a little. Placing my cock at her tight little hole, I gently pressed my head into her. I could hear her grimace at first and bite down on her lower lip until I got the head past, and then she sort of sighed in relief. I worked the shaft into her and before I even realized, I had all but a few inches in her. Because I was the one setting the tempo and since I knew I was close to orgasm, I built up a quickening pace of thrusts into her ass, pushing harder every time. Rachael gasped and moaned, loving every minute of it. I reached my hand down and began playing with her clit again, shoving three fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy. I felt that familiar sensation in my balls again, and thrust into her hard one last time, shooting my hot load right up her ass. She must have felt it in her because she cried out in a loud pleasure scream that I knew SOMEONE must have heard.

We were both out of breath, and when I felt my dick softening, I pulled out of her. We lay on the couch for a few minutes, kissing and touching each other, until Rachael said she had to go.

We both got dressed and I walked her to the door.

"I have total confidence in your skills Mr. Simonds. I hope you will accept me as a client," Rachael said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Well, after that convincing argument, I would be a fool not to," I replied, smiling.

I watched her go and then shut the door to my office. Sitting back in my chair with my hands behind my head, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think things will go just fine out here," I said to myself.

To Be Continued...

CHAPTER 2 - KATIE HOLMES

"Dean, call on line 3," buzzed in Julie. Her call had awoken me from my day dreaming.

"Take a message. I'm...busy," I replied.

"That's bullshit and you know it. It's pretty important, you should take it. It's Katie Holmes," she replied, hanging up the phone. Sometimes I swear the only reasons I keep Julie around is because she looks so good and that she knows what the hell she is doing when I don't. Today I had to restrain myself again from asking her out, for she looked absolutely stunning. Julie is my personal assistant and all around go to girl with any questions I might have since I took over the agency a month ago. She is one of those women who can look great without even trying. Today she was wearing a pair of maroon leather pants that accentuated her ass and hips perfectly, and to conceal her wonderful breasts, a cashmere sweater top. God I was dying to get into her pants, but I just kept telling myself "One day...one day."

But back to reality. The on hold button had beeped 2 or 3 times and I was impressed with Katie's persistence. One thing I had learned since I got here was that if someone didn't pick up the phone immediately, they didn't want to talk to you. Oh well, she is young and still learning. After inheriting the business from my estranged father, Katie was but one of the clients the firm held. This was the first time I had talked to her however.

Picking up the phone, I didn't even get two words out before she cut me off.

"Dean, you have to help me!" said Katie, whispering into the phone.

"Nice to finally talk to you Ms. Holmes. What's wrong?" I said, feigning interest. Probably dented her car or something.

"It's this guy I'm with. I met him last night at a club and got a ride back to his house. I fucked him, but then afterwards he started doing some strange shit that I wasn't into. When I told him I wanted to go home, he slammed me against a wall. I finally got him calmed down by getting him drunk and he passed out on top of me as I was getting him to bed. It was only this morning that I could crawl out from under him and call you. I need you to come pick me up," she said, sounding as nervous and quiet as a scared mouse.

"Why can't you just hail a cab or take the bus since your car isn't there?" I said.

"That's the problem. See, the guy is this really tough black guy and...well, he lives in South Central," she said.

My nerves jumped to attention. Here was this rich, famous white girl stuck in the middle of South Central. Man dad, you sure picked the smartest talent didn't you?

"I can get out of the apartment no problem but I can't stand on the street corner for too long," she went on.

"Alright, I'll come get you," I said, sighing apprehensively. "Give me the block your on and meet me there in 30 minutes. I'll get there as soon as possible.

She gave me the address and hung up.

Walking out of my office, I explained everything to Julie. She looked concerned but knew I had to do it.

"Normally, you could probably send someone else. But she is too big a client and too famous. If word of this got out, we'd lose have our talent," she said.

"I know. I just wish I didn't have to roll through there in a BMW," I said as I walked out the front door.

It was about 20 minutes later that I started getting nervous. As I've said before, I am a pretty decently built guy. But even I wouldn't stand a chance against even two guys with guns or other weapons. Driving slow enough not to raise suspicions, I finally spotted Katie standing in a door way of a run down looking building. She was dressed in clubbing clothes: Purple baby doll t-shirt and a black micro skirt. To top it off, she was wearing knee high leather boots. If a cop had driven by, she probably would have been picked up for prostitution. I slowed to a stop and rolled down the window. Poking my head out I called her name. Looking my way, she picked up her purse from the step and ran over to my car. Jumping in and closing the passenger door, she leaned over a gave me a closed mouth kiss on the lips.

"Thanks so much. I don't know what the hell I was thinking," she said.

"Don't thank me, we aren't out of trouble yet," I said, driving off.

Just as I had started down the street, a group of three or four guys wearing bandanas stepped out behind the car, no more than 5 feet away. Reaching into his jacket, the one standing in the front pulled out a gun and aimed. Seeing all this in the rear view mirror, I floored it.

"KATIE, GET DOWN!" I screamed, driving haphazardly down the street. Suddenly, a bullet shattered the back windshield, making a tremendous crashing noise, causing Katie to scream. I kept on driving and finally the gang was out of sight.

Lifting her head up from her knees, Katie spoke.

"The one who shot at us was the guy I fucked last night. That is one crazy guy. You wouldn't believe what he wanted me to do to him,"

I was barely listening, my heart was thumping madly in my chest. We were out of South Central now, and back on the L.A. freeway. I had calmed down a lot now, and began coming back to my senses.

"..you," Katie said.

"What? I didn't hear you," I replied.

"I said I don't know how I can ever repay you for helping me," she said.

I tried to laugh it off, but failed miserably. "Oh you know, just doing my job," I said.

"Yes, but that was going above and beyond the call of duty. I really owe you one," she said.

"Well, you are important to the agency. We can't have your pretty face getting beat up or have you hurt," I said. I turned my head to her as I said this, and her hazel eyes were looking deeply into mine. Her hair had been tied back in a ponytail, but now she let it free and fall to her shoulders. It was a rich brown color, and framed her face so elegantly. Seeing her in person, her Midwestern roots and all American girl face was breathtaking. Averting my eyes back to the road, I tried to play off my staring at her.

"I uhh...haven't had a chance to look at your file yet. What projects have you signed on for?"

"Well, I got done filming this movie The Gift with Keanu Reeves and Hilary Swank. It was a lot of fun but I was kind of nervous," she said.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because it was my first topless scene. I don't think my breasts are that great compared to some girls," she said, sounding somewhat disheartened.

"I don't know. I've never seen them but...well, they look nice when you have your shirt on," I said, suddenly starting to feel the heat in the car rising a bit.

Katie smiled slyly at my blushed response.

"Well, how do they REALLY look, up close and personal?" she said, lifting her shirt up to her chin in one swift motion, revealing her ample sized breasts to me. Her nipples were a dark cherry red and stood out very exactly in the middle of her breasts. Of course, this whole thing caught me by surprise and I had to force myself to stare back at the road. I was blushing even more now. It's not that I had never seen breasts before, it's just that the whole thing caught me off guard.

"Well, what did you think?" she asked, that devilish smile returning to her cute face.

"They were...well, they were very..." I was stammering and stuttering for words, torn between being a professional and just giving in to my desire.

"They were what?" she asked, moving her hand slowly up my leg.

"MAGNIFICANT!" I blurted out. It caught Katie by surprise and made her jump a little, but she just smiled.

"That's what every guy says. It's hard to be modest with such great reviews like that," she said, sighing to herself. "Now I think it's about time I repay you for picking me up and saving my life,"

Moving her hand further up my leg, she stopped on the zipper to my pants. Slowly she pulled down the zipper, revealing my boxer short enclosed cock at half mast, raising more every second. Reaching in with her small hand, she pulled my prick free and wrapped her hand around it. Bending over the tip, she gave it a delicate little lick and began slowly jerking her hand up and down. By this time I had moved my ass down in the seat enough to let myself be free of the boxers, and now my pants and belt were around my ankles as I did 80 down the LA freeway. Katie switched hands and used her left hand to pull the hair back from her face as she slowly deep throated my 9 inch cock down into her warm, wet mouth. She slid her tongue up and down the shaft as she went, pausing a few times to suck gently on it. I felt her gag a little as the head finally reached down her small throat, but she had no trouble maintaining. She slowly began pulling her mouth off of me, until she got to the head. Then she sucked on it much like a child sucks on a lollipop, and then she began swallowing me again. I was in pure heaven, getting a blowjob from this hot young actress. With her free right hand, Katie began massaging my balls a bit, tickling all the way down to my ass. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, and when she started to pull her mouth off completely and lick from my nuts to the tip of my head, I felt my balls begin to get that oh so wonderful feeling in them.

Katie must have sensed I was close, because she put her mouth quickly back on my dick and began sucking it up and down much quicker now. I tried to warn her that I was about to cum, but all I could manage was a grunt. I bucked my hips up off the seat and I felt myself explode in her mouth, shooting hot sticky jets of jism into the back of her mouth and straight down her throat. I must have shot 3 times into her mouth, and I saw in my pleasure induced daze that her cheeks were filling a little with my cum. When I had finally stopped cumming, she pulled her mouth off of my cock, making sure to lick the tip before she was done. Opening her mouth to me, I saw that it was full of cum. Then, like a professional slut, she swallowed it all in one big gulp, not even leaving a drop behind. Wiping her finger on my still hard cock, she collected the streak of cum still on it and licked her finger clean. Putting my cock back into my boxers, she reached down and pulled my pants back up, zipped me up and leaned back in her seat like she HADN'T just given me one of the best blow jobs of my life.

"Thanks again. For helping me out," she said.

I could only look at her and smile and nod, as I was still in a total daze from what had just happened.

Getting my bearings back about two minutes later, I realized we had missed the exit back to my office.

"Shit! We missed the exit! Lemme just get off at this exit and we can get turned back around," I said to Katie.

As I turned off the exit, we drove past a trashy looking motel called the Sleep & Go. Katie reached over to my lap and started rubbing my cock again.

"Hey...are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked sultrly.

Looking in my rear view, I could tell without even stopping that the hotel was the kind of place the hookers took their johns. Even so, I did have a gorgeous woman next to me begging for sex.

"Pretty sure I am," I said, winking at her. I turned the car around and we pulled into the motel. Katie got out of the car and went to the front desk. Being in the middle of the day, I knew that MOST of the hookers would be gone. Katie returned five minutes later, swinging a room key in her hand.

"The manager gave us a room in the back side of the hotel, totally out of view. It's right around this side," she said, pointing to the right of the building.

She got back in the car and I drove back behind it. We were the only car back on this side, which was reassuring.

I found the room and opened the door, turning on a weak and dim over head fan light. There was simply a king size bed in the center and a night stand and that was all I could see. Of course, I didn't get much chance; Katie shoved me on to the bed and jumped on with me, straddling my crotch. Her spread legs revealed to me that she was not wearing any panties, and that her snatch was shaved with the exception of a little tuft of light brown hair right above her mound. Without a moments hesitation, Katie was naked except for her big black boots. She began grinding her pussy onto my hard cock through the material of my pants. I reached my hands up and played with her breasts some. She leaned down and we kissed madly, tongues fighting with each other over which was more passionate. I broked the kiss as I began sliding down my pants and undoing my belt with one hand and using the other to slip two fingers into Katie's cunt. She wasn't as tight as I thought she would be, but she was definitely loose enough to allow my fingers to give her great pleasure. When I had my pants off, I pulled my hand out of her and lifted her up above my cock, slowly guiding her onto it. When the head entered into her silken channel, she gasped a little, as her small pussy tried to accommodate my size. Finally I was fully in her and her pelvic bone ground against my crotch. She rocked gently back and forth on my cock, and I used my hand to take her clit between my index finger and thumb and tease it some.

She gasped again at this, leaning down to kiss me again as I pleasured her. Katie finally began lifting herself up and down on my, creating a very fast tempo. I was matching her thrust for thrust, shoving my hips up at her as much as possible. All the while I diddled her clit faster and faster, until she cried out in orgasm loudly. I felt her juices flood into my lap, creating a slopping sound when our two pubic areas would meet. I could smell her musk even from where I was, a strong but sweet smell. The smell of innocence and yet also womanly passion.

I began focusing on getting myself off, and I grabbed onto her hips and began pulling her harder onto my cock as she rode me up and down. Her C cup breasts bouncing up and down with her rhythm, she was crying out in muted pleasure. I shifted positions and laid her onto the bed and began pistoning myself in and out of her. Lifting her legs up onto my shoulders so that I could have better access, I tweaked and teased her breasts as I fucked her hard. Again I tried to warn her I was coming, but even if I had been able to get out anything besides "AHHH!", I don't think it would have mattered. I thrust into her two more times and then shot a massive load directly into her cum thirsty cunt. Spurt after spurt filled her until I saw a warm trickle coming out of her pussy. Pulling out of her with a sloppy sploosh sound, I collapsed next to her on the bed, both of us exhausted.

We laid together and slept for about an hour before I got up to take a shower. Katie wound up joining me in the shower where we continued our little tryst. But that is a story for another day.

I managed to get Katie home before 7:00, and return to the office just to see Julie locking up the front door and getting into her car.

"Everything with Katie alright? I got worried when you didn't call," she asked, looking a little upset.

"Oh yea, everything is fine. We just had to stop and discuss some things. You know how that goes," I said.

"Well, maybe sometime soon you and me can have a discussion like that," she said with a knowing smile as she rolled up the window on her Porsche 911 and drove off.

"Hopefully sooner than later," I thought to myself. "Hopefully very soon."

To Be Continued...

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