Yesterday I made love with a movie star. . .well--a minor star. But, he was so very hot. We met by sheer coincidence (and luck). Instantly, we were attracted. He's beautiful, young, with a perfect body. He'd just been working out as I walked into the gym. He took of his shirt and his body glistened. He was beautiful. I was instantly hot and ready. I looked around and no one was there--no one working out, no one behind the counter--no trainers. Just him and me. I later learned he had rented the gym and his body guards had cleared it.
He looked at me when I walked in. A smile creeped across his lips as he rubbed a towel across the back of his neck. He sauntered over and spoke, "How'd you get in here?" I had walked in, without any resistance from body guards--I hadn't even seen them and I told him so. He smiled again. Instantly, his hand was around my throat, but he was kissing me. His kisses were deep, desperate, hard. . .and probing. I wasn't fighting. I was surprised, but pleasantly so.
Soon, he lessened his grip on my throat, reached down and turned me around. His hands were everywhere, under my tanktop caressing my breasts and into my shorts checking my wetness, around my throat again--everywhere at once. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, I was on my back on a weight bench. He'd pulled my tank and my shorts down and off my body and was licking me from chin to hips, over and over. Then his tongue shot between my neather lips. I shook with desire and pleasure, his tongue flicking across my most sensitive spot, then darting in and out of my tight wetness. Suddenly, he was on top of me, pounding into me hard, then harder, and then slowly. He talked to me continuously, but wouldn't let me say a word. I came hard and wet. . .and then I was weak, but he was relentless. When I came, he laughed. "That isn't all you have, is it you little Southern Slut? You've got another one in there, don't you?"
He pulled me from the weight bench and pushed me to my knees. He was behind me. He grabbed my throat again with one hand and grabbed my breasts hard with the other. Then, he ran his hand down my flat belly and felt inside my wetness again. Dragging his nails back up my belly and over my shoulders, he scratched down my spine. He moved his hand from the front to the back of my neck and pushed me to my hands and knees. His hands were instantly on my buttocks. . .feeling, groping, his thumbs pushing my cheecks apart, and then his fingers searching for a way inside me. Then, without warning he pushed into me completely, hurting me in the same stroke as giving me glorious pleasure. His fingers reached around and played with my pleasure spot until I moaned again with a deep, unrelenting orgasm. He laughed at me. "You whore. You're such slut. You love me, don't you? I'm going to make you come again. I'll make you come until you can't walk, bitch."
Before I could beg for mercy, I was on my back again on the floor and he was licking me, his fingers probing deep inside. True to his word, he brought me to the penacle of pleasure again and again until I could not walk.
When he was finished, he carried me to the shower room and turned on the water. He gently washed and kissed me until all of my soreness and tension was gone. He washed my hair. He gently dried me with thick, soft towels and then we made gentle passionate love again. This time, he was a different person. He was kind, gentle, loving. It was as beautiful.
Afterward, we went into the gym again. He fixed me a hot cider and we sat and talked until his bodyguards came back. After asking for my name, address and phone number, he instructed one of them to drive me home.
I don't know if I'll ever see him again, but that one day will burn in my memory forever.
He looked at me when I walked in. A smile creeped across his lips as he rubbed a towel across the back of his neck. He sauntered over and spoke, "How'd you get in here?" I had walked in, without any resistance from body guards--I hadn't even seen them and I told him so. He smiled again. Instantly, his hand was around my throat, but he was kissing me. His kisses were deep, desperate, hard. . .and probing. I wasn't fighting. I was surprised, but pleasantly so.
Soon, he lessened his grip on my throat, reached down and turned me around. His hands were everywhere, under my tanktop caressing my breasts and into my shorts checking my wetness, around my throat again--everywhere at once. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, I was on my back on a weight bench. He'd pulled my tank and my shorts down and off my body and was licking me from chin to hips, over and over. Then his tongue shot between my neather lips. I shook with desire and pleasure, his tongue flicking across my most sensitive spot, then darting in and out of my tight wetness. Suddenly, he was on top of me, pounding into me hard, then harder, and then slowly. He talked to me continuously, but wouldn't let me say a word. I came hard and wet. . .and then I was weak, but he was relentless. When I came, he laughed. "That isn't all you have, is it you little Southern Slut? You've got another one in there, don't you?"
He pulled me from the weight bench and pushed me to my knees. He was behind me. He grabbed my throat again with one hand and grabbed my breasts hard with the other. Then, he ran his hand down my flat belly and felt inside my wetness again. Dragging his nails back up my belly and over my shoulders, he scratched down my spine. He moved his hand from the front to the back of my neck and pushed me to my hands and knees. His hands were instantly on my buttocks. . .feeling, groping, his thumbs pushing my cheecks apart, and then his fingers searching for a way inside me. Then, without warning he pushed into me completely, hurting me in the same stroke as giving me glorious pleasure. His fingers reached around and played with my pleasure spot until I moaned again with a deep, unrelenting orgasm. He laughed at me. "You whore. You're such slut. You love me, don't you? I'm going to make you come again. I'll make you come until you can't walk, bitch."
Before I could beg for mercy, I was on my back again on the floor and he was licking me, his fingers probing deep inside. True to his word, he brought me to the penacle of pleasure again and again until I could not walk.
When he was finished, he carried me to the shower room and turned on the water. He gently washed and kissed me until all of my soreness and tension was gone. He washed my hair. He gently dried me with thick, soft towels and then we made gentle passionate love again. This time, he was a different person. He was kind, gentle, loving. It was as beautiful.
Afterward, we went into the gym again. He fixed me a hot cider and we sat and talked until his bodyguards came back. After asking for my name, address and phone number, he instructed one of them to drive me home.
I don't know if I'll ever see him again, but that one day will burn in my memory forever.
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