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The Convention

By: christyanne



They were at a convention together, had spent all day going through the aisles, hundreds of booths to see. He was 35; she was 40. Technically she was his boss, at least that's what the company's org chart said. They were pooped. It was just after five and the place was shutting down for the night. 

"I'm hungry," she said. "Let me go to my room and change my clothes. Meet me there in 15 minutes, and we'll find a place to go."

"OK," he said. 

She went up to her room and took off her suit. She looked highly professional and no one would ever have guessed what was going through her mind - what always went through her mind. She didn't have a model figure, but what she had she knew how to use. 38 C tits and an ass ripe for plucking. She stood there, in her black thigh highs, her leopard print g-string, and her see through bra, letting her imagination run wild. She heard the knock on the door.

Standing to one side, she peered through the chain. He waited as she opened the door all the way. "Still hungry?" he asked, as he pulled her to him. His tongue snaked to the back of her throat. He pulled it out and stroked every millimeter of her lips, licking back and forth before plunging it back deep into her mouth. She pulled away to catch her breath. It was like this every time they went away - every time they could be together. No one knew except him what she was like, how she liked it to be. 

"Stand over there by the bed" he commanded. She did as she was told. During the day, he took orders from her. At times like this, she knew he was in charge. "Turn around slowly"

She did as she was told, getting shivers from his hot stare. "Damn, why as he taking so long?" she asked herself. She could feel the inside of her thighs wet with anticipation of what he could do, what he would do.

"You were bad today" he said. "I saw you when you bent over to pick up those samples; I saw your tits perk up when that guy brushed against you in the elevator. And what you want me to do is also very bad, isn't it? Tell me what you want me to do."

"I've been very bad today. I need to be punished. I'm such a bad girl; you can make me good again, can't you?" 

"Come over here" he said, as he sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed her by the waist. "Bend over my knee." She knew what was coming, anticipation almost made her cream her pants right then and there. With his left arm, he held her over his lap. She felt his erection pressing against her side. 

He stroked her ass. The string separated her ass cheeks and disappeared deep into the furrow between her legs. She trembled, her legs shaking. He raised his hand, bringing it down with a tremendous slap on her right ass cheek, then her left, then her right again. Slowly, he slapped her, watching her cheeks bounce up and down on him. He loved to watch the waves he created and how her ass jiggled back into place. She whimpered. He felt his pants leg getting damp. "Shit, you're loving this aren't you? You're getting wet!" He moved the string aside after just 6 slaps. He thrust his middle finger into her cunt. It was like sinking into hot jello. 

"Get up" he said. "Undress me." 

She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the skin as it appeared from under his clothes. He closed his eyes and let her enjoy her work. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and kissed her way down to his nipples. She put one in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the hardening nub. Then she sucked, sucked on it as if she were drawing nectar out of it. He grabbed her head. "Lower" her growled. She quickly unbuckled his pants, and let them fall to the floor. The head of his cock was sticking out the elastic of his briefs. She knelt in front of him. "Lick it" That was all she needed. She licked the eye of it, savoring in the juice that dripped from his head. She tore his pants off of him and shoved him back to the bed. Then she placed her mouth over his dick and sucked. She bathed him with her tongue;, as she sucked on him, she worked her tongue around and around. He held her head and shoved it to the back of her throat. She gagged but wasn't going to give up. She loved it when he took charge of her like this. He pulled her off his cock and told her to stand up. 

"Strip" 

She pulled off her g-string. The silk was so wet, she had trouble getting it out of the folds of her pussy. She was bald as the day she was born. She didn't do it for him, but for her. She liked it when the breeze went up under her skirt and teased her naked cunt. She liked it when she got wet and the friction was so smooth that she could come just by pressing her legs together. And, it made her hot all day long to know that other men didn't know that she was slick with her juices, ready to have them plunge deep into her pussy.

"Lay back on the bed and hold your legs apart. That's it." When she did, she was totally exposed. Red and wet, her cunt was ready for him. He feasted with his eyes, then he got between her legs. He took his tongue and licked up one lip and down the other. "Pull your legs up to your chest" She did and he started again, this time he sucked on her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. He stroked his tongue down her slit, then in between her asshole and her cunt hole. She never knew this was so sensitive until he did this to her on the stairs leading to the storage room, weeks ago. He teased her even more, ringing his tongue around her asshole. Then up again, plunging his tongue deep into her quivering pussy. She was so wet and so ready to explode. "suck my clit, wiggle your tongue on it, shove your fingers in my pussy," she screamed.

"Not yet; you're gonna get fucked before you come, baby." And he did. He stood up and shoved his dick in to her. It was only 6" long, but it was thick. And the head seemed to be ripping her apart. He pulled out and rubbed it against her pussy. He smacked her clit with it, watching his cock bounce back to his stomach. The he rammed it home again. The rhythm started to go faster and faster, He rocked back and forth and from side to side, she bucked underneath him, wrapping her legs around his ass. 

"Now we're really going to have some fun." He pulled out and rolled her over onto her stomach. "Get you ass in the air and you tits on the bed" She knew what he was going to do and her orgasm almost overcame her then and there. He plunged into her pussy, but spread her ass with his hands. He was kneading the moons of her behind. 

"Baby, you've got a fine ass." 

He said, as he massaged her crack with his thumbs. He stroked them up and down, keeping his cock firmly sheathed in her cunt hole. He got closer to her asshole. She was so wet that her juices had run down to lubricate her ass. He pushed and one thumb went in. 

"Mmmm - that feels so good" 

He put the other thumb in and pulled her hole wide, gripping her ass cheeks in the process.

"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" 

"Mmm-Hmm" she groaned into the bed. She was so hot and ready, she didn't care if he drove a bulldozer into her ass as long as he made her cum. 

"Tell me what you want" 

"I want you to put your cock in my ass. Fuck my ass with it. Shove it into me deep and hard, let me put my fingers in my pussy and feel you ass fuck me"

And he did. He pulled it out of her pussy. He placed the head of his cock at her asshole. He pushed in, and let her get used to being stretched so far. Then he pulled out and pushed back in again, this time deeper. 

"Shove it all the way in. I want to feel you split my ass" She always felt so full when he took her that way, it was amazing. It was an incredible, mind-blowing experience.

He shoved it in and plowed away. She was grinding away on him like a freight train. He fingered her clit while she squeezed her tits. He felt his balls tighten up as they banged against her pussy. All of a sudden she let out a moan and started to convulsively grab the sheets. Her ass contracted on his cock, the contractions rippling along the whole length. He couldn't take it anymore and shoved his cock up to the hilt into her ass, pulsing and shooting his load deep into her. He pulled out and let the remaining juice drip onto the crack of her ass, down in between the lips of her cunt. He fell on top of her, and rolled off to one side.

She looked over at him and gently kissed his brow. 

"I'm still hungry," she said. 

The Convention



I was in San Diego with my parents, who were in town for a convention. We were staying at a nice hotel that my mother's work paid for. It was laid out like a resort, with several buildings containing rooms and a common area in the middle with a pool, spa and other amenities.

My step-father and I decided to hang out during the day by the pool while my mother was at the convention. After a while, I decided I wanted to go to the hot tub to warm up and relax. I asked if it was o.k. if I went to the hot tub. I was given permission as long as I checked back before going anywhere else.

When I got to the hot tub, I was the only one there for a few minutes. Then, another man came and introduced himself. I can't remember his name, I think it was John. He put out his hand to shake and I offered mine in kind. I was shocked when he scratched his middle finger on my palm. I had heard a rumor that this was the sign that a person was guy. I never really believed that, figuring it was just a tale teenagers tell. Well, here it happened to me.

I sat down on one bench of the spa and he sat a fair distance away. This in-ground spa was particularly large--probably large enough to hold 20 people. We made small talk for a few minutes before he moved closer to me, almost too close. I was a little uncomfortable, but did not move away. As he talked, he would make casual contact with his hand to my leg. By now, I figured he was definitely gay.

Then another guy came to the spa, probably a few years older than I. John got up to shake his hand, and I presume gave him the same sign. He now began making small talk with this other guy and I both. He got up to move closer to the other guy and probably put a move on him as well. The guy didn't seem to receive this advance too well, as he soon got up and moved away.

John came back to me, continuing his small talk and making casual but deliberate contact with me. I looked over and noticed that the other kid had laid back and closed his eyes. "No!", I thought. "You need to stay awake!" I had hoped he would help keep the gay guy from advancing on me.

Finally, John said he was going to go into the steam room and asked if he wanted to come along. I told him I had to go ask my step-father, as he was expecting me to be in the spa. I'm sure he figured this was my polite way of backing out of the situation.


I left to head back to the pool and during the walk debated what to do. When I got to my step-father, I asked if I could go to the steam room. He gave me permission and I started nervously heading back to the spa area, where the steam room was nearby. My mind was racing with a dozen different thoughts. What was I going to do? Why was I even going back?

By the time I got to the steam room, at least five minutes had past. The steam room was housed inside a small building that also contained the men's room and showers for rinsing off chlorine. I found the door to the steam room and tried to pull it open, but it was fairly sticky, so I had to give it a second tug. The door opened to reveal what I thought was a guy getting off his knees from between John's legs! I think he was giving John a blowjob!

I was completely caught off-guard by what I was sure I saw, but there I was standing with the door open, so I went in. The other guy skittishly introduced himself and sat down at the other end of the bench, leaving space in between the two of them for me to sit.

As I sat down, John began small talk again, as if nothing had happened or been seen. I looked down and noticed he was completely naked. I was so nervous I was almost visibly shaking. At the same time, I became turned on and found I had a full erection. Whether John noticed this or was just exploring, he made a point to casually touch it while talking. I pretended as though nothing happened.

He then reached out and deliberately poked at my cock a couple of times and suggested I take off my swimming trunks. I told him that was o.k., I was fine. He then touched my stiff cock again and then pointed up to a sign that stated that no colored fabrics should be in contact with the benches to prevent discoloring the wood.

I paused for a moment, not sure what to do. I figured he knew I had a full hard-on, but if I took off my trunks he would surely see. He must has sensed I was thinking about that because he said, "Don't worry about your erection, it's a perfectly common thing." So, I got up and nervously slid down my trunks and hung them up on a hook on the wall and sat down again.

It didn't take but a few seconds for John to put the full-court press on me now. All the while still talking small talk, he reached out and caressed my cock. I jumped slightly at the surprise but didn't say or otherwise do anything at first. Then I managed to say, "I don't think you should do that."

"Why," he asked, "doesn't it feel good?" I didn't answer, because I didn't know what to say. The truth was it did feel good, but I still wasn't sure I was ready for this. He continued slowly stroking my hard cock as though I had asked him to. I closed my eyes briefly while my head swirled with thoughts about what I should do. Then he took his hand off my cock and I heard him move around a bit. He then held my cock again and suddenly I felt something very warm and wet surrounding the head of my cock. He was sucking on my cock!

I had never had my cock sucked before. In fact, all I had ever done was jerk myself off. This sensation was much better. It felt absolutely fantastic. I let him suck on my head and stroke his tongue on the bottom-side of my shaft as I took in the incredible sensations. Finally, I managed to weakly say, "Don't do that."

Of course, he knew that I was enjoying his work immensely. Nonetheless, he pulled his mouth off my cock and asked, "Do you want me to stop?" Then, before I could answer, he took my shaft back in his mouth, going down at least half-way.

I nearly moaned out load right then, but instead willingly said, "No." Now, he had permission to continue and gave my cock full attention. He raced his tongue up and down the bottom-side of the shaft, stroking it. Then he wrapped his lips around my cock and began sucking it, taking it in all the way to the hilt. When he deep-throated me, it was though I could feel his mouth and throat clenching around my rod. I was blown away by the sensation, thinking how incredibly great this feeling was. All I could manage to say was, "Whoa".

He pulled his head back to the tip and plunged down on me again, beginning a rhythmic cycle of deep-throating dives. I was lost in such ecstasy I had completely forgotten there was another man in the steam room until I heard him get up. I looked up to seem him come over to us when he said, "You know, John was going to suck me off after I finished him."

With that, he took his semi-hard cock and brought it up to my face. I knew what he wanted and he didn't have to say a word. I paused for a moment, looking at his cock, wondering what I would do. What do I say, "No, thank you"? I didn't feel ready to try sucking a cock. On the other hand, I think I was really curious to try, I just wasn't at the point where I would have initiated anything.

I opened my mouth and leaned my head forward to meet his cock. He brought himself forward and gently pushed his head into my waiting mouth. I had a cock in my mouth! Immediately, I noticed how warm and soft it was. The skin was like velvet and the texture and sensation were actually quite nice.

I didn't really know what I should do, so I just starting to try what I thought would feel good. I began licking the sensitive part of the shaft just underneath the head, flicking my tongue back and forth over the area. He moaned and pushed himself further into my mouth as I kept exploring his cock with my tongue, using it to wet it down.

Meanwhile, John continued alternating between fully deep-throating my own cock and licking it and teasing it with his tongue. The only thing that kept me from cumming by now was my attention to the cock in my own mouth. I now voluntarily pushed my head further down his cock until it reached my throat. I heard a pleasured moan from my partner, indicating I was doing a good job.

I began bobbing on his shaft, pulling my mouth back to the tip before plunging as far down his shaft as I felt I could go. He responded by meeting my plunges with his own thrusts. I began to flick and dart my tongue along his shaft while doing so and he moaned, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts so that I didn't even have to move my head anymore. He was fucking my mouth with his cock.

Soon, he began moaning with every thrust and his thrusts became quick jabs. I realized that he might soon cum and wondered what I should do. I thought about taking his cock out of my mouth, but before I made any decision, he cried out a strong moaning, "Aaah," and I felt a shot of something warm in my mouth.

He now made short stabbing thrusts into my mouth, each one delivering another shot of cum. After about five blasts, my mouth filled enough that I involuntarily swallowed before I could consciously think about what to do. Then, with each new blast I held my lips tightly around his cock and swallowed his payload. It seemed like at least fifteen blasts before he finally stopped. I licked his cock clean and swallowed the last bit before he pulled out of my mouth. I realized then that I had voluntarily taken his cock and cum and seemed to like it.

John then pulled off my iron-hard cock and suggested we go up to his room. I was aching hard and dying to come myself, so I readily agreed. We went to his room and quickly got on the bed together. He instructed me to lay on my back while he positioned himself between my legs and began sucking me off again. The other guy (whose name I never got), sat in a chair and watched.

When I was fully hard again, which didn't take long, John climbed on the bed and positioned himself over me in the 69 position. I knew what I was supposed to do: he wanted me to suck him off, too. I reached up and held his firm shaft in my hand while stroking then length of the underneath-side of his cock with my tongue, from the tip to the base of his balls. I continued to do this several times while he plunged down on my cock once again.

I noticed his ass was practically right in my face, but I wasn't interested in exploring there. Instead I continue to stroke his shaft with my tongue a few more times before I finally pointed his cock into my open mouth. Once he was inside my mouth he began making slow, grinding thrusts into my mouth, pushing himself all the way in. The first time he did this, he hit my throat and almost made me gag. This didn't stop him, or he didn't seem to notice, because he continued his thrusts, matching the rhythm and speed of his thrust with each plunge of his own mouth on my tool.

At this point, I didn't have to do any work except to accept his cock in my mouth and try to work my tongue around his shaft and suck on him as he entered my mouth again and again. Each thrust pushed his head past my mouth and into my throat and I was now able to relax enough so as not to get a gag reflex. I took each thrust eagerly and now tried to get him to cum.

Soon, he was thrusting faster and faster, while increasing his own rhythm on my cock. He was also using his hands to jerk me off while sucking on me, a sensation which I knew would soon bring to over the top. I moaned and tried to announce that I was going to cum, but my mouth was filled with his cock.

With one last plunge on my cock, I shot my first blast of cum in the most intense orgasm I ever had. By the third or fourth blast into his waiting mouth, he made one quick jab deep into my mouth and held it there as he, too began shooting off in my mouth. I felt warm shots of cum go immediately into my throat as wave after wave of my own ecstasy rolled over me. Finally, we both collapsed in satisfaction as I took one last effort at cleaning his cock before he pulled out of me and rolled over on the bed.

We laid there for a few minutes while I sorted out the events that just happened to me. He asked me if I would like to try some anal, but I told him I had to be getting back before my step-father noticed I was gone. He invited me to come back to his room anytime as I pulled on my swimming trunks. I left the room and thought about coming back, but I never did.



The Convention



The Conference

I was the youngest female in the office and one of only a handful of single employees. I was recruited to work here right out of college and barely had time to find an apartment before I started work. I was so set on impressing my boss and co-workers that I tended to work 8 to 10 hours per day Monday thru Saturday. My extra hours had paid off, as we were able to develop and market two of my new designs. My reward for this was being able to go to Las Vegas for the annual trade show and to give a presentation on one of our new products. As an east coast girl, I had never been further west than Ohio and only then for a college weekend road trip. I had even skipped the traditional senior year spring break trip to finish up some design work I was doing for extra credit. I was looking forward to spending 5 days and four nights in Las Vegas.

I was to fly out Sunday night with Janet who had assisted me with the new design work. We were going to be sharing a suite in the hotel next to the convention center. As I waited for her at the airport, my cell phone rang. Janet’s appendix had burst and she was in the hospital recovering from the surgery and thus would not be making the trip. I wished her good luck and called my boss. It was too late to have someone replace Janet on such short notice so she wished me luck and told me to enjoy myself. Great I thought, now after my presentation tomorrow morning I would be all alone in a strange city for four days. Little did I realize how wrong I was.

My plane arrived on time and there was a limo waiting to take me to my hotel. Nice touch I thought. The limo driver was friendly and offered to show me around the city, but I politely declined his offer. I wanted to get settled in and prepare for tomorrow. My suite was bigger than my apartment and had two separate bedrooms. I secretly wished that I had someone to share at least one of the massive beds with.

The presentation went great and I got a lot of praise for my design work. One of the men that came up to me afterwards worked for my company’s biggest rival from Los Angeles. It turned out that he, Ron, had been working on a similar design, but had not been able to get it to work. He asked me if he could buy me a drink and pick my brain. As he had the nicest blue eyes, and my patent had already been approved, I agreed. He was staying in the same hotel, so we had our drink in the hotel bar. After talking about work for an hour, he starting asking me about me. It turned out that we had several things, besides work, in common. One drink led to two and before I realized it, it was getting close to dinnertime. I asked him to have dinner with me, but he had been committed to a working dinner with some of his co-workers. He asked if he could meet me after dinner and I agreed. I told him I would meet him back here at 10:00. 

I ordered room service, as I didn’t feel like eating out alone. After watching a movie I decided to go back down to the bar. I hated to admit it, but I found Ron very attractive and was considering inviting him to my room. What the hell I thought, men do it at conferences all the time, so why couldn’t I? I sat at the bar for about 15 minutes when I saw come in. He sat at the other end of the bar, which I thought was strange. I waved to him to get his attention and he waved back. He was acting like we had never met before. This infuriated me. I walked over to him and was about to ask him what his problem was when I heard someone calling my name. I turned to find Ron coming into the bar with a few other men. I turned back to the man at the bar and the surprised look on my face made them both laugh. Wow! They were identical twins.

Ron introduced me to his twin Don. I told Ron how I was walking over to see what his problem was for ignoring me when he walked in. They both laughed and told me that this has happened in the past. The three of us moved to a table and ordered another round of drinks. They told me some other “twin tales”, but I got the idea there were other stories that they weren’t telling. 

I thought back to a time in college when a male friend of mine had confessed that he had fantasized about bedding twin sisters. As it had been a long time since I had had sex and they, Ron and Don, were both very attractive, the thought of asking both men back to my room was intriguing. This daydream must have been longer than I thought, as Ron was tapping me on the shoulder and asking me if I was okay. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, but couldn’t get the thought of taking these two men back to my room out of my head. I smiled at Ron and told him that everything was fine. After finishing our drinks, I asked if they would like to have the next round in my suite. They both agreed without hesitation.

In the elevator to my floor, I stood between the two men and must have had a smile from ear to ear. I wasn’t sure how to get this started, or if they would both want to have sex with her. Once in the door, it was obvious that we were all thinking the same thing. Ron and Don got on either side of me and both men started kissing me. I soon found myself with four hands running all over my body. I wasn’t sure who was touching me where and I didn’t care. I was horny and wanted this as much as they did.

Ron started unbuttoning my blouse while Don helped me step out of my slacks. I was soon down to my bra and panties standing between two fully dressed men. That thought caused me to shudder. Ron asked me if I was okay and I assured him that I was by helping him off with his pants. As I knelt to help him remove his pants and boxers, Don was unhooking my bra and sliding my panties down to my knees. I was hotter that I can ever remember.

Ron’s erection was now right in front of her. I could hear Don removing his clothes, but was to occupied with Ron to turn around to look. I reached out and pulled Ron to me by his cock. He was as hard as steel and I knew that I needed to suck him into my mouth. As I slid my lips over the head of Ron’s cock, I could feel Con sliding his fingers into my pussy from behind. Normally I liked a lot of foreplay before intercourse, but now I was so horny and so wet, that I just wanted him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I took Ron’s cock out of my mouth and held it as I looked back at Don and told him to stick it in. Don rubbed the head of his cock over the outer lips of my pussy and then slowly inserted himself. I resumed sucking Ron’s cock as his brother slid the length of his cock into me from behind. God, I felt like such a slut!

Don’s pace picked up until he was fucking me harder and faster. Each time he pushed all the way into me, it forced me down on Ron’s cock. Don was holding on to my hips and fucking me hard now. The vibrations from my moaning must have felt good to Ron as he had a hold of my head and was now fucking my mouth. This is the fist time in my life that I have ever been with two men before and I have never been so full of cock .I felt like I was impaled on one big cock and was being moved back and forth on it. The three of us were all moaning now and it was going to be close as to who would cum first. I’m not which of the guys came first as I was experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life. I thought that I might pass out from the pleasure that was passing through my body. Ron grabbed my head, threw his back and moaned, as he filled my mouth with a load of his hot cum. Nearly at the same time, Don grabbed on my hips and buried himself inside me as he filled my pussy with his load. 

After regaining some control of my body, I got up and pulled both men to the nearest bed. We lay there for about 10 minutes before anyone could talk. Don was the first one to speak and told me that that was quite possibly the best fuck of his life. Ron told him that he was going to have to try my mouth then, as I was pretty talented. Don said that he was game if I was. I reached down to grab his cock for the first time, and found it stating to harden. I stroked him and then leaned over to lick our combined juices off his cock. 

I discovered that the two were not totally identical as Don’s cock was slightly longer than Ron’s, but not as thick. Ron not wanting to be left out reached between my thighs and started fingering my dripping pussy. He also pulled and twisted at my up to now neglected nipples.    

Don was quickly hardening and I could feel Ron’s cock poking at my thigh. I decided that I wanted to try something that I had once saw in a porno movie, one in my pussy and one in my ass. I decided that Don’s thinner cock would probably fit in my ass easier, so I had Ron roll over on to his back. I straddled him and slid his cock into my very wet pussy. I then told Don that I needed him to get behind me. He must have read my thoughts, as he went into the bathroom and came out with the lotion sample bottle. It would have to do, as I never thought to pack any lubricant.

Don poured the lotion over my ass and worked it into my hole with his fingers. I was on fire again and couldn’t wait for him to slide in and fill me again with his cock. He got into position behind me and rubbed his cock over my asshole. I was so relaxed and lubricated that the head popped in with little discomfort. As he slid into my ass, I started feeling the start of another magnificent orgasm. After he was about half way in, he starting fucking in and out of me. This caused me to move up and down on Ron’s cock. He had been waiting patiently and had keep himself busy sucking my nipples. 

The two of them found a rhythm where Ron would push up as Don pulled out. It was hard to describe the incredible feelings that this was causing. Don started getting very vocal telling me how much he enjoyed fucking my tight ass. I could sense that he was getting close to filling my ass with his jism. Don started moaning loudly and came in my ass. After he pulled out, Ron started fucking me with longer strokes. It felt great, but didn’t seem to be enough to push me over the edge that I was hanging on to. I told Ron to hold still and turned around, straddling his body but facing his feet. I then reached back and took his cock and put the head against my stretched out asshole. Even as stretched as I was, it was a struggle to get Ron’s cock in. It was worth it though, because as soon as I managed to get his cock in, an orgasm stared racing through my body. Don reached over and rubbed my clit and that was the final piece that I needed. It was like a bolt of electricity ran through me as I bounced wildly on Ron’s cock. It must have been what he needed as he deposited another load of cum up my ass. 

The next thing I awoke to hear the shower running. The bed was a mess, with blankets thrown about everywhere and the middle of the bed was wet with our juices. The room smelled of sex and my ass was pleasantly sore.  I lay there thinking about the night before. I smiled, reliving every scene in my head. I had acted like a wanton whore and was actually proud of that. I had acted out two of my fantasies in just one night.

I noticed Don sleeping in the other bedroom and figured that it must be Ron taking a shower. I thought of joining him, but wasn’t sure that I had the strength to stand.  I wondered if this would be awkward this morning, with the three of us here, but decided who cares. I had fun and if it was just a one-time thing then so be it. 

I lay there trying to think of some more fantasies when Ron came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He smiled at me and said good morning. He came over to the bed, sat down and told me that I was incredible last night. I told him that he had been pretty good himself.

Later that day at lunch, I got a call from my boss asking me how things had gone yesterday. I smiled to myself and told him fine. He told me that I must have impressed someone as he had received a substantial offer this morning to buy out the company. He was going to consider it for the week and give his decision on Friday.  He told me that he would have a hard time turning down the offer, as it would allow him to take an early retirement. I asked him about the offer, but all that he would tell me is that it was a company from Los Angeles that was owned by twin brothers.



The Convention



Jane Niles stepped into the Dealer Room and looked around. She was amazed at the activity going on. Everywhere she looked, there were people buying and selling a wide range of merchandise, from 8x10's to videos to toys to fan magazines to jewelry. She couldn't believe her show, "Project: Wormhole", had generated so much interest.

The crowd was varied as well. Some looking like any one who might come in off the street but many in their own versions of the uniforms worn on the show, both by project members (khaki slacks with a navy polo shirt and a navy short jacket adorned with the Project logo), and some of the more popular enemy races like the Kraken.

Jane was one of the costars of the hit syndicated sci-fi series "Project: Wormhole." It was loosely based on the movie "Wormhole" from almost a decade before. The movie had done so-so at the box office but very well on video and cable. That caused the producers, who had made box-office blockbusters (like the alien invasion movie "Spring Training" ) and bombs (like the American version of "Gamera"), to license the rights to the concept to a new production company, Chameleon. The show had taken off and was now ready to start it's fourth season under the newer production company. The movie's creators, on the other hand, were busy trying new series' for Fox that never lasted more than half the season.

The series centered on an artificial wormhole created in a government lab that allowed a special team of research scientists to travel across time and space to have new, exciting adventures every week.

Jane played Doctor Therese Rutherford, the chief scientist at the Project. The doctor was a quantum physicist with a medical background. She was a well-respected member of the project and had helped save the survey team several times through various ingenious methods (few of which could ever work in real life). The woman had no apparent social or personal life and rarely even smiled in the show.

While in character, she wore her long, auburn hair tied into a tight bun with severe glasses and a long, shapeless lab coat over the standard Project uniform and came across as stern and forbidding. In real life, Jane was a very pretty, charming lady with near-perfect eyesight. She laughed and told raw jokes and thoroughly enjoyed herself. She also dressed in more complimentary clothes off-camera that tended to show her shapely figure. Unfortunately, lately, her personal life was even less exciting than the non-existent love life of her television character.

Hers was only a recurring role originally, not a series regular. Her character only rarely traveled through the wormhole. She mainly had to stay at the Project and wait for the survey team to return. Recently, however, due to fan insistence, her character was being developed and used more. Her hair was also a little looser and her glasses were a softer, rimless style.

She stopped at one of the many booths that featured commercially licensed toys and memorabilia from her show. Looking at a collection of action figures based on the show, she saw one of her character. It was six inches tall and wore the standard white lab coat and black-framed glasses. This was the first time Jane had seen her toy. She was fascinated.

"How much for the Dr. Rutherford figure?" she asked.

The goateed young man behind the table, wearing a t-shirt that said "E.T. Go Home" replied, "All the figures are $6.00." Then he added in a stage whisper, "I should charge more for the Rutherford. They're hard to come by."

"Why is that?" Jane asked.

"The toy people didn't think she'd sell that well and didn't make too many of them. The demand is higher than they expected and they have to go back to press or whatever they call it," the dealer replied.

Noting the dealer tag showing his name was Dave, Jane asked, "Why is it so popular, Dave?"

Dave smiled and said, "Wait a minute..." He walked behind the partition at the rear of his booth and came back a moment later. Handing Jane an unpackaged figure, he said, "Look under the lab coat..."

She smiled and took the six-inch figure from Dave and pulled the small cloth coat back. The figure was molded in the Project uniform. She was surprised but somewhat complimented to see that the figure was quite well proportioned. "She's rather busty, isn't she?"

Dave snorted and said, "Yeah! That's why she sells so well. You know the girl who plays her on TV? I don't think she's that stacked."

Jane smiled and said, "You never know. Oh, do you have the Amelia Tripp figure too?"

Jane left the booth with the action figures for the two main women on the show thinking, 'Sandy's going to love this. Her action figure is less developed than mine.' Then she glanced down at her well rounded chest and added with a chuckle, 'Just like real life.' Of course, her shorter stature did tend to emphasize her attributes.

Sandy Carson was the show's star. She played Amelia Tripp, the survey team leader. When the series premiered John O'Toole played the lead, Robert E. Anthony. He had to leave when another pilot he filmed was picked up and had a contract that had been signed earlier. His other show didn't last more than half a season but by then the fan reaction to a female lead had assured his character's fate as an occasion guest star, which he had agreed to originally to get out of his contract with Chameleon Productions.

Jane wasn't in on the planning sessions when it became clear John wasn't coming back, but she heard what had happened. The producers were dead set on getting another male lead, but the creative team finally convinced them that a strong female lead could work. They pointed to the success of "Xena" and "Star Trek: Voyager" as their arguments. She had hoped her character would also benefit but she remained in "co-star" status with gradually increasing screen time.

Still it gave her time to do other work, including movies of the week for Lifetime and other production companies as well as the occasional big-screen appearance. Recently, she had the feeling that she was on the verge of a big change in her professional life. A larger role on the show perhaps?

As she walked through the dealer room, she continued to be fascinated by the wide range of memorabilia was for sale. She had attended a "Star Trek" mini-con with her roommate in college, but that long-ago con was nowhere near as big as this one.

She stopped at a small booth manned by a young girl with long, curly, dark red hair. She was selling fanzines from various shows. Jane saw one with the "Project: Wormhole" logo and an original drawing of the cast on the cover.

"Hmm. 'Project: Wormhole' eh? Original fiction?"

The girl, who looked to be around twenty, looked at Jane and became nervous. Jane tried to give her a reassuring smile and saw from her tag that her name was Erin.

"Hi Erin. These look interesting. How much are they?" Jane asked.

"Uh, I, uh, you're the doctor on the show...Oh no."

The girl was obviously upset. Jane tried to sound comforting as she asked, "What's wrong, hon?"

"These," she said, indicating the fanzines. "You're probably going to sue for copyright infringement. Oh God, I told Nat we shouldn't come here."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm on the show but I'm not worried about these. I think it's flattering that people like the show enough to write their own stuff. This one looks interesting." Jane picked up a small digest-sized 'zine with scanned images of herself and Sandy in a rather intimate position on the cover. It was titled "Amelia and Therese: The Secret In The Project."

"How much is this?" Jane asked, her eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Oh no. You wouldn't like that." Erin was horrified. "It's really bad."

"Well, I think it looks very interesting. How much?" Jane persisted with a smile.

Erin closed her eyes and almost whispered "It's three dollars."

"Well, here you go," Jane said with a wider smile as she handed the girl three singles.

Erin took the money and and slipped the 'zine into a paper bag and handed it to Jane without meeting her eyes.

"Thank you, Erin. I know I'll like it." Jane smiled as the pretty girl looked up at her. Erin blushed and a sprinkle of freckles appeared across the bridge of her nose.

Jane waved and walked on through the dealer room.

"Excuse me?" a timid voice said. Jane turned and saw a teenage boy staring at her nervously.

"Yes?"

"You're Jane Niles. I've seen you on the show and on those 'Inner Sanctum' episodes you did. You're even prettier in real life," the boy hesitated, as if embarrassed by his speech.

"Well, thank you very much. May I ask who you are?" Jane had made a very favorable reputation in fandom as a gracious lady who hadn't let her celebrity status go to her head.

"I'm, uh...I'm Steve. Steve Birk. Would you sign, uh..." He paused as he fumbled nervously with his backpack. "Damnit. Where is...here it is. Would you sign this?" It was one of the action figures of her character still in the blister pack.

"Certainly. Should I make it out to you?" At Steve's nod, she signed the cardboard backing "To Steve, Thanks for watching and keep enjoying the show. Jane Niles" Below her signature she added a heart-shaped smiley face, her unofficial trademark. "Here you go Steve."

"Oh wow. Thank you! This is so cool!" He was staring at the toy package as if it were the Holy Grail. Janet felt flattered.

She suddenly found herself engulfed by fans. She tried to sign as much as she could and say hello to everyone but it was quietly getting out of hand.

A security guard came up and said, "Excuse me, Ms. Niles, but there's someone in the lobby for you. If you'll follow me, please."

The guard led her out to the lobby of the hotel and Jane saw her friend and costar Sandy Carson. The tall blonde was smiling at her.

"Girl, you do get yourself into trouble, don't you?" Sandy said.

"Thanks, Sandy. It was a little overwhelming. I'm not used to being noticed." Jane looked back at the room, "They didn't recognize me until that kid saw me and then..."

"Hey, what do you expect? It's a con full of Wormies. Of course they're going to recognize you. C'mon, we have that thing in the place that we have to...you know."

Jane grinned at her friend. Sandy was an intelligent woman but sometimes found herself at a loss for words. "Lead on, MacDuff," Jane said. She handed Sandy the Amelia action figure, "Here, I thought you might like this."

"Wow! Thanks. I haven't seen the new ones yet," Sandy said.

They were participating in a panel discussion in one of the exhibit rooms. The panel was supposed to include Thomas Craig who played the alien survey team member Ckaj but he was delayed and wouldn't be in until later that afternoon. David Jensen, who played Matthew Spencer on the show, was also absent due to a bout with the flu. The panel members would be Sandy, Jane, Gary Hansen, who played project head David Donaldson, and one of the show's producers, Phil Domico.

Jane sat at the table at the head of the room. Sandy sat down next to her. The two men on the panel were already there. So was a sizable crowd.

Jane opened her action figure package and placed the doctor on the table before her. Sandy saw that and smiled as she did the same thing.

Phil said, "Hi everyone. Welcome to our little get together." The joke brought the expected laughter from the audience. "So, I'm Phil Domico. I'm one of the producers of 'Project: Wormhole' which is a nice way to say I'm the guy who has to come up with the money to pay for the show. I'm sure you know the others up here, Sandy, Gary, and Jane. Unfortunately, David Jensen is sick with the flu and Tom Craig missed his flight so you're stuck with us."

The crowd didn't seem to mind, since Sandy was the most popular person on the show, at least according to the demographics the production team often reviewed. Gary and Jane were almost as popular, with Gary as the cuddly father figure and Jane as the voice of reason on the series.

"Alright then. Anyone have any questions?" Phil asked.

"Yes, I have one," a heavyset man with a scraggly goatee stood up. "This is for Jane Niles. In your first episode, the show's second, a Kraken was escaping from custody and threw itself into the wormhole. You prevented Robert Anthony from shooting it. You said that the bullet would just ricochet off the event horizon of the wormhole. Then in the fourth episode of the third season, a guard shot at a survey team member who was possessed by a Kraken as he jumped through the wormhole. How do you justify the statement you made on the earlier episode with the events of the later episode?"

Sandy looked down at the table with a wicked smile on her face, obviously amused by the position Fanboy put Jane in. Jane sat there and said, "Well, the guard was at a better position to penetrate the field with his shot. Robert was at an angle to the wormhole and the bullet would just ricochet off the field, now wouldn't it?" She smiled sweetly and Fanboy sat down stunned that she, a mere actress, had outsmarted him.

After that, the questions continued but they were more about the stars and how they did their jobs. Many were just people saying they were one of the panelists' biggest fans and they were so happy to finally see them in real life.

One of the last questions was asked by an older woman who stood up and asked, "Are there any plans to introduce romance onto the show?"

Phil thought for a moment and said, "There has been some discussion but nothing really has developed. At one point, we were thinking about working on a romantic angle between John O'Toole's character and Sandy's until John was forced to leave our show for the other hit he was on." Everyone laughed at that bit of sarcasm. "But, a little romance for Sandy might prove interesting. Who do you think she should hook up with? Ckaj? Matthew? Maybe David?"

A voice from the back said, "Doctor Rutherford."

There was a pause and then the crowd began applauding. There were shouts of "Yeah!" and "Great idea!" Sandy looked at Jane with a bemused half-smile and Phil was momentarily at a loss for words.

Finally he said, "Well, folks. That's an interesting idea but I don't..."

Additional yells rang out. "C'mon!" "Show some courage!" "Just do it!"

Jane scanned the crowd and saw her nervous friend Erin in the back blushing furiously. She thought she recognized that voice. Jane smiled to herself, 'I have to see that young lady again.'

Phil finally got the crowd under control with a promise that they would consider it. The panel went on for another few minutes before they finally had to call a halt to it, so the volunteers could set up a screening of the original movie.

As Jane and Sandy followed Phil and Gary out a back entrance away from the crowd in the lobby. As the men headed for the lobby bar, Sandy said, "Well, that was unexpected."

"Not necessarily," Jane countered. "You know there is a large amount of female slash fiction out there from the show."

Sandy rolled her eyes, "Jane, look, they will never go for it. I wouldn't want to either. I didn't think you would be interested in trying something so personal on television."

Jane replied, "How would it be any different than a hetero actor making love on any TV show you want to name?"

"Because you've kept your sex life to yourself," Sandy said. "If you were out there..."

"You know I don't publicize it but I don't hide my preference for women either," Jane said as they got on one of the elevators. After the doors closed and the car started to rise, she continued, "Listen, you're probably right. It won't happen. Anyway, I'll see you later. I want to take a short nap before the cocktail party."

Exiting the elevator, she waved as she walked down the hall to her room.

"How about we grab some dinner first?" Sandy called after her.

"Okay, but you're buying. You're the star!" Jane yelled back with a laugh.

Once inside, she stripped off the blouse and slacks she was wearing. She rarely wore any underwear so she stood in front of the rooms mirror and ran her hands over her quickly bared flesh. She was a couple of years past thirty and still had a full firm figure. Regular exercise kept her in good shape and also kept her sizable breasts from sagging.

She cupped them and pinched the nipples before grabbing the complimentary hotel robe.

She planned to take a shower and wear a slinky dress to the party later. 'That might require panties,' she considered as she pulled the fluffy robe over her curvy figure.

In the meantime, she wanted to relax a bit. Jane got comfortable on the bed, leaning against the headboard as she looked over her purchases. She pulled the lab coat off the plastic toy and again admired the design. Idly fingering her action figure, she began to read the fanzine she picked up.

The first story was about a sexual encounter between Therese Russell and Amelia Tripp. It was quite steamy in Jane's opinion. 'This is downright hot!' she thought, feeling a pleasant tingling between her thighs.

She continued to caress the figure with one hand while she held the 'zine in the other. She got about halfway through the story when she dropped the 'zine, untied her robe, and began to finger herself.

Her pussy was almost very wet and she slid a finger in as her thumb began to caress her clitoris. She was moaning in pleasure and thrust another finger into herself. Soon, while still caressing the figure with her other hand, she came.

Still not completely satisfied, she looked at the figure. There was a knob on the back of the head for her hair bun and prominent boobs on the front. She smiled wickedly at her thoughts.

She stuck the figure in her mouth and sucked and licked it before placing it against her still hot pussy. She slowly slid it in and gave a loud sigh. The protrusions rubbed against the sensitive walls of her vagina, sending little waves of pleasure coursing through her.

The hand that had been busy down there was still wet with her first orgasm. She began to pinch and pull on her nipple with her wet fingers. Before long, she thrust the figure deep inside herself and came in a bigger, more satisfying orgasm than before.

She lay back with the figure still embedded inside her and dozed off. She was awakened by a knock on her door.

"Hey Jane? You in there? Jane?" It was Sandy. What the hell was she doing here? Looking over, Jane saw from the bedside clock that it was after 6 o'clock.

"Yeah, Sandy. Give me a minute!" Jane began to get up and, remembering her figure, pulled the doctor doll out of her still damp mound. Tightening the belt of the robe, she opened the door.

From the puzzled expression on her face, Sandy noticed the faint aroma in the room but merely said, "Phil would like to see us before the party. I guess you're not ready to grab some dinner first?"

"Oh God, Sandy. I fell asleep and didn't even realize it was so late. You look great, by the way!" Jane stepped back into the room and Sandy followed her. The tall blonde was wearing a navy midi that accentuated her blue eyes and light hair.

"Let me grab a quick shower and we can go. You want to wait here? Don't worry, I'm not doing my hair..."

Sandy nodded and sat down to wait. As she heard the water begin to run in the bathroom, her eyes traveled over the room. She noted the 'zine laying on the bedspread, the toy figure near it, and a small scrap of white cloth she determined was the toy's lab coat on the floor.

Sandy was interested in what the fans thought and did enjoy the occasional fanfic that came through the studio. As she picked it up, she noticed a small damp patch on the spread and a light sheen on the action figure.

Turning the fanzine in her hands, Sandy looked at the cover. She was very surprised to see the women in such an intimate embrace. Somewhat shocked but intrigued, she sat and began to thumb through the 'zine.




The Convention



Sandy was deep into the first story at a point where her character admits she loves the doctor, Jane's character, and the two head for a convenient bedroom. As she was picturing Jane and she in character and in bed, she heard the shower stop.

The tall blonde stood quickly and tossed the 'zine back onto the bed and turned on the TV. As Jane came out in her robe while toweling her hair, Sandy looked up and quickly looked away.

"Hey, I'll be ready in a minute." Noting that Sandy was a little flushed, Jane asked, "Are you okay?"

Sandy stood up and nodded, "I just need to go back to my room and make a quick call. See you in the lobby in ten or fifteen minutes?"

Janet nodded and said, "How about twenty?"

Sandy agreed and stepped into the hotel hallway. She was surprised that she accepted the storyline so easily. That kind of thing was sick...

Even as she thought that, she remembered her friend. Jane wasn't sick, she was a nice, sweet, caring person. 'Who just happens to like women,' Sandy thought as she reached her room. She refused to acknowledge the other thoughts in the back of her mind.

Jane finished toweling her still-damp hair and pulled off her robe. She rummaged around for the appropriate panties for the evening. She had one pair of black lace with a French cut that she'd brought along. She hadn't packed the matching bra but the gown wouldn't hide the straps anyway.

As she pulled on her dress, a flashy red number with a plunging neckline, almost no back and spaghetti-thin straps over the shoulder. She slipped her feet into the black, high-heeled "fuck-me" shoes she loved, and stepped into the bathroom to quickly brush out her dark red-brown hair.

She left the room ten minutes later, knowing how hot and sexy she looked. 'Maybe Erin will be there tonight. I've become quite taken with her,' Jane admitted to herself.

Reaching the lobby, Jane heard a piercing wolf whistle and turned to see Sandy and Phil standing outside the lobby bar. Smiling, she strode over to them and they all went into the dark coziness of the bar.

It was evident that Phil had not spent the last few hours drinking soda. While not drunk, he was definitely feeling loose as evidenced when he wrapped his arms around the ladies' shoulders as he led them to a table. "God, you two are stunning..." He shook his head and asked, "What can I get you?"

Sandy said, "Stoli and cranberry, please."

"Just a glass of zinfandel for me," Jane replied.

"Be right back," Phil said as he headed for the bar.

"There is a waitress," Sandy said to Jane.

"Yeah, but she looks swamped. It's probably quicker if Phil goes for us."

Returning to the table, Phil set the drinks down in front of each of the ladies. Picking up his trademark scotch and soda, he said, "To the Wormhole! And to the prettiest ladies on television!"

With a joint "I'll drink to that!" they all drank to the health of their show.

"So, how about that panel this afternoon? Jane, you were great with that fanboy. The look on his face was just...hilarious!" Phil chuckled. "You both were great. It's no wonder that Starlog had you both in the top five fan-favorite women of Sci-Fi."

"Thanks, Phil, but I doubt that's the reason you asked us to meet you," Jane said.

"You're right. During the discussion, there was a comment about your characters..."

"Hold it! Phil, I know where you're going with this and the answer is no! There's nothing else to say," Sandy said.

"Jane?"

"Well, Phil, you know I wouldn't mind a chance at getting this tall, blond drink of water in the sack," Jane smiled to indicate the joke. "But, seriously, the censors?"

"Hey, 'Buffy' has a lesbian couple. 'Xena' was pretty up front with the whole Xena/Gabrielle situation. Even 'E.R.' and 'Friends' have had women kissing. And I'm not even saying we go that far. Just some implied relationships. Like in what's-his-name's-show, uh, 'Baghdad something.'"

"'Babylon 5,'" Jane said helpfully. "Stryzenski was ahead of his time, I think, but still..."

Holding up his hand, Phil said, "Alright, I concede the point. For now. From the look on your face, Sandy, I think I'd have a fight on my hands anyway."

Sandy nodded and sipped her drink. Jane considered her friend, she wasn't a homophobe by any means, but she was a very private person and rather protective of her image. She didn't even let a shot go once she saw what she considered too much cleavage in the dailies. (The same couldn't be said of the dress she was wearing tonight though.)

Finally Sandy smiled, showing her dazzling white teeth and everyone relaxed. When the waitress, who was definitely an eyeful as far as Jane was concerned, came up, Phil bought them another round and left the pretty brunette a nice tip.

As she leaned over with the drinks, Jane noticed her name tag said "Nat." Now where had she heard that name today? Well, it didn't matter. Probably wasn't too important anyway.

After another forty minutes of chit-chat, Phil excused himself. He had a dinner appointment with the head of the syndication company "Project: Wormhole" had contracted. With a "See you at the cocktail party," and the money for another round, he quickly left.

"Man, he can sure hold his liquor!" Sandy exclaimed. Jane smiled quietly.

Later, just before they left, Jane noticed the pretty redhead, Erin, from the Dealers Room walk into the bar and go up to the waitress. Putting an arm over her shoulder, the scarlet-haired girl whispered to the waitress. The waitress cast a look at the table before quickly turning away.

'Of course, Nat. Erin's friend who wanted to sell their erotic fan fiction at the con... I wonder if those sexual descriptions are first hand experience?' Jane thought.

As she left with Sandy, the young pair looked like they desperately wanted to be someplace else. Jane smiled and stopped to place a couple of extra dollars on Nat's tray. "Thank you. The service was great."

She started to follow Sandy out into the lobby, then turned back and said more quietly, "I loved the first story!" Turning her back on the dumbfounded duo, she hurriedly caught up with her friend and a quiet dinner.

At dinner in a little restaurant down the street from the hotel, Jane waited until they had ordered and said, "I hope my joke back there in the bar didn't bother you. I wasn't thinking. I guess that's what I get with two drinks and no food all day, well except that breakfast danish..."

Sandy smiled, "No, don't worry about it. I was flattered actually." Then her grin widened as she held up her hand, "But, don't get any ideas."

Jane laughed and the two friends ended up having a pleasant dinner together. So much so that they were both sorry to have to leave for the cocktail party.

Upon their arrival at the smaller banquet/exhibition room of the hotel, they found quite a crowd of fans. The two friends were quickly separated as they mingled and made friends with the enthusiastic crowd.

Only once did Jane find herself in an uncomfortable situation. She was talking to an older couple who fell in love with the show as a result of their teenaged daughter (who was locked into an apparently deep conversation with Tom Craig). As they chatted, the fan who had tried to trip her up in the panel that afternoon sidled up to the trio.

While being gracious and polite, Jane felt his eyes crawling all over her like nasty little fingers. She definitely wanted to get away from him. As she was about to make up some excuse that would force her to leave the party (an occurrence she wanted to avoid if possible), Superfan's friend came up.

"Joey, we gotta hit the road."

"Pete, the young lady is obviously interested in what I have to say," Joey stated.

Pete grinned apologetically towards Jane and said, "Joey, we have to get back. There's no one to run the shop tomorrow and we have a long drive..."

"Oh, very well," Joey replied, money apparently meaning more to him than his immature libido. "Until we meet again, my dear..." he said as he tried to bow suavely.

As they walked away, Jane let out a low sigh. She definitely didn't want to leave the party yet. She had been enjoying herself before Superfan intruded and she began to get back into the mood as his rather large posterior disappeared through the double doors.

Striding towards the bar, she saw the young lady she had bought the 'zine from earlier. Erin was leaning casually on the bar watching the room. Jane came up and asked, "Are you having fun?"

Erin, who hadn't seen Jane approach, jumped a little and then said, "Oh yes. This is fun. Uh, can I get you something?"

Jane was happy to note that the young redhead didn't seem as nervous around her. Perhaps a few cocktails had loosened her up? She smiled and said, "Thank you, yes. I'd love a white zinfandel."

Erin smiled back and turned to order the drink. Jane saw the cocktail waitress, Nat, across the room staring moon-eyed at her co-star. Apparently she hadn't had enough liquid courage yet.

"So, I guess you were glad to see that guy go," Erin said, handing Jane a glass of wine.

Jane nodded, "Yes, he was a little..."

"Creepy?"

Both women chuckled at that and Jane nodded as well. "Fortunately, most of our fans are normal folks like you and your friend over there. They enjoy the show and what we do and are the reasons we do what we do."

Erin looked into her glass. "I'm not sure you'd call us normal..." she said in a whisper.

"Why? Because you write fan fiction? I used to when I was a girl. Stories about Uhura when she got her first command, things like that. I used to daydream I was her first officer and... Well, let's just say, I was young and full of hormones." Jane smiled her gorgeous smile.

"But, Nat and I wrote about you, I mean your character and Ms. Carson's character together. They were..."

"I know. I read the first story, remember? I really did enjoy it."

Erin's eyes lit up for a moment and she looked at the woman before her, "Are you...? I mean..." Then she shook her head, "I'm sorry. It's none of my business really. Please, forget I asked."

"Well, it's hard to forget an unasked question. Anyway, I am gay. I don't advertise it but I don't keep it a secret either. So yes, I do prefer the company of women. And I enjoyed the story of Theresa with Amelia. Very much." She smiled at her friend again, "I have seen some pretty hot stuff on the internet about our characters. Even some about us. But your story was sweet too. You really know how to capture the essence of our characters. It made the story even more believable."

Erin hadn't heard most of what Jane had said. She was still reeling after Jane' admission. This beautiful woman was gay? She was dumbfounded.

"Erin? Erin? You alright?"

Shaking her head, Erin managed to force a smile and a nod. "I'm sorry. I was...I don't know."

"Surprised I'm gay? So was my father!" Jane laughed. Erin joined in.

"Mine too. Especially after I moved in with Nat. But he's been great. He loves her like a daughter too," Erin admitted, much to her surprise.

"So, you and Nat are lovers as well as co-publishers?" Jane asked, a twinkle in her eye. She could at least fantasize about the two young lovelies together later.

"Uh, yeah. We have been since high school. I mean, we're not exclusive or anything. Not if one of our list people was involved."

"List people?"

Erin smiled self-consciously, "Yeah, we both made a list of five women we could sleep with if the chance came and still not count it as cheating..."

Noticing Erin wasn't looking at her anymore, Jane made an educated guess and asked in a roundabout way, "So, is Sandy on Nat's list?"

"Yeah! How did you know?" She met Jane's eyes for a moment and saw a decided sparkle in them.

"The way she's staring at Sandy. Oh, look, she's finally going to talk to Sandy. Good for her."

Erin looked over at her friend, wishing her luck.

"Am I on your list. Erin?"

Erin again looked at the floor, the bar, her drink, everywhere but at Jane as she fought to get the words out. "Uh, yeah, you are." Then, in an even fainter voice, she said, "You're number one."

Not wanting to rush the girl, Jane changed the subject, "Are you interested in writing as a career?"

Erin nodded, "Yes, I took several creative writing courses in junior college. I enjoy writing." She paused then added quickly, "Not just...!"

Jane smiled, "I understand, dear. Do you have anything else based on the show? Maybe a little less alternative?" Erin nodded, an unasked question in her eyes. "If you'd like, I might forward some of it to our production team. Who knows? Maybe..."

Erin grinned widely. This was great! Better than she had dared dream! She grabbed Jane in a big hug in her excitement. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!"

Jane, for her part, enjoyed the luscious young body in her arms. She held Erin close until the girl stopped giggling and, suddenly realizing what she was doing, quickly stepped back.

"Erin, I meant what I said. I would be happy to show some of your work to Phil and the others. We're always looking for new talent."

Seeing the look in Erin's eyes, a mixture of gratitude and lust, Jane decided now was not the time to try and seduce her. She had dealt with that kind of thing enough during her career and didn't want to start Erin off down that road.

For several minutes, they stood and chatted. Jane telling Erin stories about the series and the off-camera hijinks she and Sandy pulled on their friends as well as the pranks that were pulled on her. Erin was laughing aloud at the end of several of the stories.

Jane had her hand resting on the bar when Erin placed her hand lightly on top. The girl looked up shyly at Jane. Curling her fingers around Jane's, Erin finally stared directly into Jane's brown eyes.

Jane didn't misread the message there. Between her loneliness and the beauty of the redhead, Jane came to a what-the-hell decision.

Jane took Erin's other hand and asked the other question Erin dreamed she'd hear one day but never dared believe. "Would you like to come to my room with me, Erin?"

Erin, her green eyes bright, nodded. Not daring to speak, still not sure she wasn't dreaming, Erin nodded again.

Jane simply promised, "Come. We'll make this a night neither of us will forget..."

Jane led the young redhead out of the room, casting a glance at her friend. Sandy had a hand resting lightly on Nat's shoulder as the girl took in every word being said. 'You go, Nat. I bet Sandy'd be a screamer,' Jane thought.

As they entered the elevator, Jane saw they had the car to themselves. She took Erin's face in her hands and lightly kissed her lips. Then she kissed the pale forehead, the closed eyes, the tip of her nose, her chin, and both cheeks. Jane pressed her lips to the girl's again and licked at the soft, closed mouth. Erin opened her mouth, allowing Jane entrance.

Jane slipped her tongue up against Erin's and coaxed it into her mouth. They kissed softly and passionately until the elevator dinged as the reached Jane's floor.

"Come," Jane said as she took Erin's hand and led her down the hall to her room. She fumbled with her key card as Erin stood behind her and began to nibble on her ear, a most pleasant distraction.

Finally getting the door open, Jane pulled Erin into the room. The toy figure and the 'zine were still on the bed. Erin smiled at the little digest, "So, you enjoyed that?"

Jane ran her fingers through the girl's lush red curls and nodded. In a breathy voice, she said, "Very much. You have a way with writing erotica..."

"Thank you," Erin whispered as she kissed Jane, slipping her tongue into the woman's warm, wet mouth. The young girl's hands slid over the actress' back down to cup her shapely ass, pulling Jane to her.

Jane moved her mouth to nibble on Erin's ear and nip lightly at the edge before licking her ear. Erin groaned loudly and pulled Jane even more tightly to her.

Breaking away, Jane smiled seductively and said, "I want to see you. All of you..." She reached out and began unbuttoning the loose blouse Erin was wearing, delighted to confirm what her hands had told her, no bra. Jane pushed her face between the folds of the shirt and licked at the lightly freckled valley between the girl's pert breasts.

Pulling the blouse completely open, Jane kissed her way to Erin's left nipple and gently suckled on it. Her fingers lightly pinched the other nipple until both were hard nubbins. After thoroughly licking the nipple between her lips, Jane kissed her way to the girl's right breast and repeated her ministrations.

By this point, Erin had her head thrown back and was making a constant, guttural groaning in her throat. The woman was incredible! Erin had never come just from having her breasts sucked but she thought she could tonight.

As if sensing this, Jane began to massage both breasts and placed quick little love bites on first one nipple and then the other. As she increased the pressure, Erin grabbed her head and forced Jane's mouth over her breast as she climaxed for the first time that night.

As the small orgasm pulsed through Erin, Jane held her gently to keep the girl from falling. It was a welcome task as Jane simply enjoyed the feel of the girl as she recovered from that passionate explosion.

Erin smiled up at her and kissed her. Jane welcomed the kiss and turned it back on Erin, thrusting her tongue into the moist warmth. They stood that way for long minutes, Erin topless and Jane still fully clothed as they traded tongues in a loving give and take.

Again, taking the lead, Jane broke the kiss and knelt at the girl's feet. She unsnapped the jeans and pulled the zipper down. Reaching around to clasp the firm ass, Jane tugged the tight denim over Erin's hips, the young woman's panties caught in the material and yanked down as well.

Jane sat back on her heels, admiring the lovely russet tuft of hair and the already-swollen, pouty lips beneath. Running a finger tip across the pink flesh, she felt both the girl's wetness and the quiver in her body. It wouldn't take much to get the girl off again.

Jane stood and helped Erin lay on the bed. She crawled over the girl and kissed her, holding the redhead's face in her hands gently. She kissed her way down to Erin's breasts, taking less time but not less care teasing the hard nipples.

Moving further down the slender body, she licked around the girl's navel then dipped her tongue into the small, puckered hole. Shivers were evident as they ran through Erin's body.

Finally reaching her goal, Jane lay between the outstretched legs admiring the lightly pulsing sex as it glistened under the room's lights. She ran her fingers gently through the tight red curls above as she inhaled the aroma of the aroused redhead.

Not wanting to wait anymore, Jane lowered her mouth to the succulent prize and began to explore the delicious, hot mound. Her tongue slid up the outer labia and down the inner, then she reversed the pattern. Jane made sure to avoid the protruding clitoris, not even touching the sheath as she roamed over the girl's sex.

After several minutes of gently caressing the hypersensitive flesh, Jane took the swollen lips between her teeth and gently pulled, worrying at the aroused flesh. She smiled around the mouthful at the incredible sounds coming from Erin's throat.

Easing a finger, then two, into the girl's slit, she began to plunge the fingers in and out. The juices were causing a slurping sound as Jane finger-fucked her. Licking up the extra juices as they seeped out between Jane's fingers and Erin's nether lips, the woman decided the girl was one of the most delicious lovers she'd ever had.

Erin's hips were rolling around on the bed, and her groans were becoming more pronounced. Jane smiled against the girl's pussy and moved her mouth up to capture the little organ between her lips. As she sucked on it, she slipped a finger between Erin's asscheeks and probed the tight little rosebud hidden there.




The Convention



In moments, Erin saw everything flare white as she experienced one of the strongest orgasms of her young life. She screamed so loudly in her ecstasy that Jane was sure they heard back down in the ballroom.

Erin opened her eyes to see Jane standing next to the bed, her clothes now gone. The girl was amazed, Jane looked even more beautiful and sexy than she'd dreamed. The firm, full breasts, the slim waist, the little triangle of brown curls. It was all perfect!

"You are so beautiful!" Erin breathed. Jane smiled her thanks. "You made me explode. I have never... Even with Nat. Could you teach me...?"

Jane nodded and knelt next to the girl. "It would be my pleasure."

Erin smiled as she ran her fingers down through Jane's pubic hair to toy with her protruding labia. "But first, I want to please you... Come here."

Jane knelt over the girl's face, eager to obey the redhead's order. As she lowered herself onto the waiting tongue, she began to realize that this girl was already a natural.

Grabbing the firm ass of the actress, Erin pulled her wetness down until it cover her mouth. She began to do to Jane what Nat loved and soon was rewarded by Jane's moans. Using her teeth to occasionally nip at the tender flesh, she smiled when she heard little squeals of delight from the older woman.

When Jane finally climaxed a few minutes later, Erin was happily surprised that Jane actually ejaculated. And it was delicious!

Holding each other, sharing wet kisses and exciting caresses, they soon got themselves turned on and slipped easily, naturally into a classic sixty-nine.

Hours and orgasms later, just before dawn, Erin got dressed. Jane pulled on a robe and walked her to the door.

"I had a fantastic time!" Erin gushed, no trace of fatigue from the sleepless, exciting night they'd spent.

"So did I. Nat is a very lucky girl," Jane replied.

Erin smiled wickedly and said, "I have got to get us one of those Doctor Rutherfords..." She opened the door and stepped into the hall.

"Naughty girl..." Jane said before kissing her again.

As Erin stepped back, she confirmed, "I'll see you tonight?"

"Yes, definitely," Jane replied with an enthusiastic nod.

As Erin turned to go, they heard another door open down the hall and were both surprised to see Nat and Sandy step into the hall. They kissed briefly and then looked up. Nat smiled at Erin and Sandy looked shocked and scared seeing Jane. Jane smiled in understanding and Sandy seemed to relax.

As the girls left, Jane asked, "Would you like to get some breakfast later?"

Sandy stepped up and nodded, "Yes. Uh, I guess we need to talk?"

"Only if you want to. See you at 9?" Jane's whole attitude was one of reassurance, support, and friendship.

Relieved and happy, Sandy replied, "How about 9:30? I, uh, I didn't get much sleep..."

Laughing in understanding, Jane nodded. "9:30 it is."

The two friends smiled easily and returned to their rooms for an early morning nap.

Epilogue:

Two months later...

The set was quiet as Jane and Sandy readied for their take. Erin and Nat, now working as production interns, stood near the First Unit camera crew as the director called, "Action!"

"Doctor, I have come to a realization. It took me almost losing my life and my crew but..." Sandy said, her voice trailing off.

"Amelia, is this what you want?" Jane asked.

She leaned in and kissed the tall blonde. It was a slow passionate kiss. The camera caught every bit of it, the lips sliding together, the tongues dancing wetly as the lips parted slightly. The kiss went on for several seconds before Jane pulled back.

Sandy stood there, an excited look on her face, "Yes Therese, that's what I want. What I always have wanted." Then, taking Jane's hand, she led the shorter brunette through the door into the half-room of her character's quarters.

"Cut! That was... God! That was hot! We just made television history here folks! Ladies, that's a wrap for today."

Jane and Sandy came out into the main area of the sound stage. Phil came running across the sound stage, yelling, "How the hell did you make that look so convincing?"

Before Phil reached the pair, Jane just smiled then whispered to Sandy, "Practice makes perfect, huh?"

Sandy winked at Nat and then said to Jane, "Wanna practice some more tonight?"

Jane nodded eagerly.

- The End -

(c) John O'Connor



The Convention



You arrive at your convention, and you're surprised to receive a note at the front desk when you check in that I have called. There's no return number, and it's really left you puzzled. You check in though, and head up to your room. When you get to your room, there is an envelope slid under the door with your name on it - very official looking. You don't think anything of it until you open it and realize it is a printout of nearly all our correspondence over the past year. You can't help but read a few lines, which brings a familiar heat to your crotch. You reach down and press your fingers against your clit. You feel the pressure through your pants, and feel yourself getting very wet.

Your mind is reeling a little though, because you can't figure out how this got there. It's then that the phone rings. It makes you jump, but it snaps you out of your daydreaming/confusion. You answer softly, saying, "Hello?"

"It's me," I respond.

"How did you find me?" you ask impulsively. "How did you get this envelope here?"

"Well, I knew you always went to the convention, and it was pretty easy to look up on the Internet. I just called ahead and told them I worked with you and that you had forgotten something. I sent it FedEx and told them to deliver it to your room"

"But why?" you ask.

"Because I wanted to drive you crazy from the moment you arrived at the hotel," I answer. "I wanted you to think about nothing else while you were away for the four days of the conference. I wanted you to only think about my hard cock and what it would do to you. How it taste in your mouth, how it would feel inside you. What my tongue could do to you…"

"Oh, god," you sigh, interrupting. "You're making me so wet. What are you doing right now?"

"What do you think? I'm lying in bed with only a robe one, stroking myself. I'm so hard. I'm thinking about you standing in front of me, watching me. I want you so bad."

"What would you want me to do?" you ask.

"I'd want you to unbutton your blouse. Show me your breasts, and then lick your fingers before running circles around your nipples, making them rock hard. I'd want to take my cock and rub it against your nipples, sliding it between your breasts, allowing it to slip into your mouth," I say. You can hear me masturbating as I say it, my breathing getting stronger.

"I want to taste it," you say.

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"More than anything," you say, as your own breathing is getting heavy.

"Then put down the phone…" I tell you.

"What?" you ask surprised, interrupting me.

"Do what I tell you," I say softly. "Please. Put down the phone and go to your room door. Open it."

"What are talking about…"

"Just do it," I say.

I hear you set the phone down and walk across the room. You open the door to your room and see the door to the room across the hall is open, too. I step out from recessed bed area, my erection full. You dash across the hall and we kiss passionately. 

"Please, make me come," I say.

You drop to your knees and engulf my cock. Within seconds my hot cum is spurting down your throat. 

"Perhaps we should close the door," I say with a laugh.

You stand and kiss me. "Perhaps we should," you say.

You close the door to my motel room, and turn to face me. I am still recovering from my orgasm, but remain rock hard. You glance down at my cock and say, "I want that inside me, now."

I pull you close and kiss you hard, our tongues immediately moving inside each other's mouths. I slip your shirt off, sliding my fingers across your nipples. I give them a quick pinch, and you shutter. I slide my hands down your back, cupping the smooth curves of your butt, and squeezing. I pull you closer, pressing my erection against your clit. We kiss for several minutes, standing and grinding against each other.

Finally, we break our embrace. "Please get on the bed," I say as I turn toward my bags. As you climb onto the king-size bed, I pull a video camera out of my suitcase. "I want to document this for later, to give me something I can watch while I masturbate thinking about you. Lie down."

I start the camera. You're lying on the bed still wearing your pants and underwear. "Take off your pants, please," I ask. You slide them down slowing and lay back. "Play with your nipples."

You roll your nipples between your thumbs and forefingers, making them hard. You pull them away from your breasts. You groan, your eyes close and you start to writhe on the bed. I zoom the camera in on your face, then pan down to your breasts. You've taken one hand and slid them inside your panties. You begin feverishly working on your clit, becoming oblivious to me and the camera. You rip your panties down and slide two fingers deep inside, and begin sliding them in and out. With your other hand, you massage your clit. You bring yourself to an orgasm, loudly groaning as you do. You open your eyes and smile.

"How was that?" you ask.

I simply grab my rock hard cock and say, "What does this tell you? That was awesome. Give me a minute, and I'll join you."

I reach back into my suitcase and pull out a tripod and some cables. I quickly set up the tripod and hook the video camera into the TV in the room. Your image appears on the TV. I position the camera so it captures the whole bed, start it again and join you. You slip my robe off and we embrace. Without even trying, my cock slides inside you. It feels incredible, but I want to taste you first. 

I roll onto my back and begin to turn you around. You understand immediately, and we slip into a 69 with you on top. You look up and you see yourself on the TV, my erection right in front of you. You slide your tongue up and down the shaft while you watch it on the TV. I've got my tongue buried between your lips, lapping up your juices from your first orgasm. I begin to work on your clit as you engulf my cock.

It doesn't take long to bring you to another orgasm. You watch yourself cum, mesmerized by your own image. As your orgasm subsides, I slide out from under you and position myself behind you. I slide my cock deep inside you in one thrust. On the TV screen, we see me behind you, both of us watching. It is incredible seeing it happen. My thrusts are even and deep, but I feel the cum welling up inside me. We climax together, our juices creating a flood that runs down your legs. We collapse together and begin kissing.

As we catch our breath, you say, "Now, let me take a turn at the camera…"



The Convention



I close the door to the cab and walk to the double doors leading to the hotel lobby. I choose this hotel primarily because it is far enough away from the convention so that I can prepare for each days presentations without much interruption. I go through the doors and turn towards the elevators when I hear a voice calling my name. 

She walks towards me and the recognition is immediate. We had started at the company during the same time and had gone through the intense two day orientation together. Since then it was like this, running into one another here and there. Her light brown hair, a little longer than shoulder length, bounced slightly as she walked towards me. 

"Hiding out too?" she said smiling. 

"Yeah." I said and returned her smile. She was as beautiful as ever, her dark olive complexion as clear as ever, her dark eyes. I try hard to focus. 

"Yeah, I have a ton of stuff to do before tomorrow, damn it's been a bit, you look great." She said, smiling. 

"You look awesome as ever" I answer, "and congrats on the promotion" she smiles back. 

"We should catch up." She looks at her watch, "how about tonight around eight-ish?" Simple enough plan, a quick drink and a soak in the hot tub downstairs.

I agree and give her my room number and she goes off to a meeting. I go to my room and get started right away on the following days activities. Time seems to fly as I get everything finished. I look at the clock which reads 9:10 and realize she must have gotten caught up. 

I rub my eyes thinking it's just as well and get up from the desk chair and turn off the room lights leaving only the scented candles lighting the room. I go back to the desk and see the company pamphlet. I flip through and come to her picture. Her smiling dark eyes stare at me and I feel a tinge in my cock. What the hell I think to myself and grab a bottle of scented oil from my suit case. 

I open the bottle and set it next to me on the desk. I pick up and pamphlet and look at her again. I imagine my fingers stroking her hair and face. My cock grows hard as my imagination starts to work. I let my pants fall to the floor and pull my box briefs down, releasing my stiffening cock. I poured oil into my hand and smear some on the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and begin to rub the oil in, focusing on the head then lower to the shaft of my cock. Good I think to myself, this won't take long. 

I pour more oil in my hand and apply it to the base of my cock, sliding it up over the tip, then back down, thinking of her mouth around my hard cock. The knock on the door startles me. Shit I think and grab for a towel and wipe my hands off the best I can. I pull up my pants and head to the door. I open it and there she is..I try to put forth a smile. 

"Hi" she says "did I interrupt anything?" 

"No" I answer "ummm come on in". I close the door behind her. 

"Sorry I was late, hectic night". 

"it's no problem I answer, I was pretty swamped my self.' 

She surveys the room, "are you sure I'm not interrupting?'" she asks inquisitively. 

"No not at all" I assure her. I flip the light on, "just relaxing a bit" I watch her as she scans the room. She moves towards the desk and looks at the oil bottle then at the pamphlet opened to her photo. She looks at me and I feel immediate panic. 

"So, I did interrupt something." She smiles and looks at me. 

"No, it was nothing" I protest. 

"Sorry I was late, I should let you finish." She heads past me towards the door, and flips the light switch back off. "you know, " she says stopping and looking me in the eye. "that isn't even a good picture." 

I stammer quickly for words. "Look, it's not.." 

"Sure it is" she interrupts and turns and walks towards the couch next to the desk. "We all get tense" she smiles and sits, she leans forward and pulls the desk chair in front of her. I stare and she waves me towards the chair. 

"So what were you fantasizing? Me sucking your cock?" I look at her and move to the chair. "That's not a bad fantasy," she smiles as I sit. "I do like to give head." She smiles again, my nerves interfere with my thoughts but my cock regains quickly. "You don't have to say anything," she looks at me intently. 

"That picture works for you?" I nod. She let out a little moan as if it was the most ridiculous thing she had heard. She reaches and unzips the thin light blue sweat jacket she is wearing. She slowly takes it off and lets it drop to the floor. "is this a little better?" she asks as I can't help but stare. She is wearing a purple Bikini top. Her Breasts look perfect, not too big, not small. 

"The oil is a nice touch." She reaches for the bottle and pours some in her hand. She spreads it over one arm, then the other. Her hands moving slowly, the oil shining. My cock hardens as I watch. She pours more oil in hand then starts rubbing it, starting at her tummy and working her way up. Applying the oil to all exposed skin..closing her eyes as she does. 

"This stuff is great" she says as she reaches for more. She pours the oil in her hand , sets the bottle down, and with her free hand pulls her top out slightly applying oil to a hidden breast. Her hand rubbing, pinching..slipping under the material and messaging the other breast as well. She looks at me. She stands and moves to me, unbuttons my shirt with her oily hands. She looks in lap and smiles as she see the bulge. 

She sits back on the couch but lowers her sweat bottoms first. Her legs are incredible and her purple bottoms are skimpier then I had imagined. She sits and applies oil to her legs. Her hands sliding up her thighs. Her eyes watching me. "Bet you thought of me before haven't you?" she asks "stroking your cock, thinking of me, of my body, all over yours." I watch, she leans back on the couch and slides a hand under her top, rubbing and moaning slightly. 

"Bet you thought of touching my tits didn't you?" I nodded. She lowers the top revealing a small dark nipple. I feel my cock pulse. She plays with her breasts as I watch intently. I stand and let my pants fall to the floor, leaving my underwear on. My cock is hard and she smiles at me approvingly. I sit down and rub my cock through the material. 

"This feels so good" she moans as she releases the other breast. "I bet my clit is swollen" she moves a hand down and slides it under her bottoms. 

"Yeah" I sigh as I watch her rub. She stands and takes the oil to the nightstand and sits on the bed. I follow her, and stop on the side of the bed. 

"I want to watch you stroke you cock for me." She leans back and removes the bikini bottoms. I breathe heavily as I see a perfect small triangle just above her pussy. 

"let me see your cock." She slides back on the bed, spreading her legs. She rubs her swollen clit as I lower my underwear revealing my stiff cock. She moans as she looks at it and slides a finger inside herself. 

"Oil that cock up for me." I reach for the oil and smear a good amount on my cock. Another finger disappears inside of her. She moans. 

"Come here" she motions between her legs. "no touching" she warns. I move on the bed kneeling between her spread legs. Looking down at her pleasuring herself. I stroke my oiled up cock. She watches and moans as she fucks herself. Her hips move, grinding her clit against her hand. I feel my self get close and slow down. 

She Moans louder and then takes her fingers from her wet pussy and raises them just below my nose. I inhale, the scent is sweet and musky. She takes her fingers in her mouth and licks them.

She Moans "my pussy is so sweet baby" she slides her fingers back in side her. She leans forward and with the tip of her finger wipes precum of the tip of my cock. She licks it off and moans. 

Her hips move faster, as she leans back into an orgasm. I slow even more enjoying watching her. "Better then a picture?" she asks rhetorically, continuing to rub her clit. 

"Cum for me" she said and leaned all the way forward, her mouth inches away from my cock. I stroke fast and hard, my head goes back as my body tenses. She lies back, watching. My cock throbs, as I speed up the pace. I feel my cock quiver as I shoot. She moans as my cum lands on her stomach. My cock throbs as it spurts another load, landing in her hairy patch. I spurt again and begin to relax. 

She smiles as she runs her hands up through my cum. She licks a little of her finger and smiles up at me. 

A few minutes later as she leaves smiling and says "thanks for the unwind, it was nice." She pulls the door closed.