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Demi Moore Ch. 01

By: movies_maidens_n_manmeat



CH 1 SEDUCTION

Although inspired by a well-known movie, the following story is fictional and not intended to depict any actual person or event.

Only known by very wealthy patrons of erotica, situated at an unknown location, a secret archive is guarded by extreme security. Here the Alternative Adult Anal Versions (AAAVs) of several movies are stored. In these alternative versions beautiful female actresses celebrate their sensuality and star in their most secret adult erotic fantasies. Only two copies of these movies are made: one for the female performer and one archival copy. These movies, made in the past, are now digitalized for archival reasons. I used to perform as the male lead in these movies. Now my job is to view these movies from start to end for quality control. 

Indecent Nights

“Indecent Nights” was the first AAAV of a well-known soft-core movie. Demi Moore would star, repeating her role in ‘Indecent Proposal’ of the young wife, reluctantly accepting a one million dollar proposal. Only now the movie would concentrate on what really happened behind closed doors, starting at the moment when in the original the movie just faded to black. For the male lead a man was needed who would provide maximum discretion, maximum security and who could also provide maximum erection and penetration. Mike was the obvious candidate. His Roberta Vasquez video-clip was used as a screen test since it nicely showed all his assets. To have maximum secrecy nobody was allowed to know anything about the scenario and Mike had to write it him self. 

Mike changed the name of the lead character from “Dee” to “Demi” which made the scenario even more true to life. In his interpretation “Demi” was a woman whose sensuality is gradually unveiled until it blossomed to full bloom. Like any standard adult movie, it would contain five big erotic scenes: “Seduction”, “Passion”, “Persuasion”, “Perversion” and “Ecstasy”. Demi Moore’s husband would direct the movie. He would also handle the remote control of the eight top-of-the-line movie cameras from the control room. For privacy reasons he will be named Hubby.

This is the script, supplemented with Mike’s notes. 

1. Seduction

Demi is just flown over by helicopter to the mansion of the man who made the indecent proposal. She is taken to a beautiful bedroom on the second floor, where she lies down for a nap. She is expected in the salon for cocktails at six. When Demi awakes after a short sleep she discovers all her clothes are gone. The closet holds only one evening gown. It is the black evening dress she received earlier as a present from her wealthy host. The gown has a huge cleavage, barely covering the nipples of her breasts. It is flowing out in wide slits all around allowing ever-changing wonderful views of her legs and thighs. Panties are not provided and Demi knows looking for them will be futile. 

At six o’clock sharp Demi strides down the stairs and enters the salon where her host is waiting. He pours her a drink and tries to make her comfortable.

“Relax… Don’t be afraid. You will enjoy this!”

“That remains to be seen.” She responds icily. 

He smiles and softly caresses her face.

“Don’t be afraid. I promise you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“It is only sex… not love”

“Suit yourself.”

Again he caresses her beautiful face, but now his hand moves down to her neckline and her shoulders. Demi holds her breath. Then, for only a fraction of a second, his fingers are slipping under the tissue. They are feathery light touching her nipples. Demi hates herself when she feels her nipples getting hard. The flickering in his eyes shows her he noticed it too. It is almost too obvious. Her nipples are almost burning though the fabric of her gown.

He takes her glass.

“Let us retire, to my bedroom.”

Reluctantly Demi accepts his arm he offers her. The spacious stairs are leading to the second floor. With a gesture he invites her to lead the way as he follows a couple of steps behind. Demi knows why. She tries to minimize the swaying of her hips. She tries not to be seductive but she cannot avoid the slits of her evening gown offering spectacular views and vistas of her legs, her thighs and her crotch.

This scene was one of the most teasing of the alternative version. Moving images were presented from my point of view, first in real time, then in slow motion. Demi Moore had great legs, the perfect muscles wonderfully sculptured, obviously the result of hour’s fitness training. And now those legs were moving right before my eyes. All her goods were seductively displayed. Her marvelous thighs looked like statuesque columns and automatically led my eyes to the dark shadow of her bushy garden. 

For Demi the stairs seem so large, almost endless. She feels embarrassed the man can just look up her dress to see her most intimate parts. In her nervousness she almost stumbles over the last two steps. She feels his hand, gripping her hip to support her. Demi regains her balance and turns around to thank him. While they face each other in only a fraction of a second his fingers dive in her crotch for just a fleeting touch of her nether lips. 

I loved this part of the scenario. Wasn’t it every man’s dirty dream to slip a hand under the skirt of a sexy star like Demi Moore? When my hand went up to her crotch, I could feel the sultry warmth of her thighs. My fingers stayed considerably longer than the scenario described but blame a regular guy to take some advantage of the situation. Fortunately Hubby agreed with me, the time described in the scenario was much too short. Demi was a sensuous woman. I discovered she was considerably wet already and by the time my fingers finally found her outer lips the actress was breathing heavily. Her sex was nicely trimmed inviting me to wander around in her wonderful garden. It also eased my task to find the exquisite flower waiting patiently between her inner lips, just to be touched.

Hurriedly Demi takes the final steps of the stairs. Without a word she follows him to his bedroom. A large round bed, just in the centre, dominates the room; inviting, a vast playground for adult games. There are mirrors everywhere, on all the walls, even at the ceiling. It takes her some minutes before everything sinks in. When she looks at him, he has already taken a seat in the corner. He is scanning her whole body up and down from top to bottom ending at her crotch.

“You are nervous.” His voice is soft and composed.

He is patient, just waiting till she is ready to show some more of her body. The whole upper part of her dress is a complicated cobweb, held together only by a small bow in her neck. Demi knows what he expects from her. Without a word she raises her arms to untie the bow. The feminine, flowing lines of her upper arms melting so beautifully into her torso make for a delightful sight. A moment later the gown gracefully floats down. She wants to bring her arms down.

“Stay like that.” He rasps. 

She complies and Demi stands exposed in all her glorious nudity.

Of course I had studied her semi-nude pictures in detail. The pictures always showed her breasts partly hidden. Sometimes inviting and teasing in a deep cleavage, but always at least partly covered. Now I could freely look at them in their nude breathtaking glory, shivering, waiting - waiting to be covered by my hands, the nipples nervously waiting to be teased by my fingers. I was a great admirer of her long, statuesque legs, always shown in poses accentuating their perfect streamline. I had seen those legs moving on the stairs. Now I could watch how those fleshy thighs merged into a mesmerizing Y. I knew it wouldn’t take long before I gently would push those creamy thighs wide open and have my pleasure between them. I had already developed quite a hard-on and could not separate my eyes from her beaver. 

“Turn around!”

With her slender arms up in the air, she showed me her attractions from all angles. And quite some attractions were available to admire. The snow-white mountains of her backside were no less appealing than the creamy domes of her front. My gaze must have been too hungry because she became self-conscious, taking refuge on the bed, her hands shielding her main attraction. It was a nice tease considering the sexy actress already agreed to perform all the nasty things with me in the days to come. I raised and started to undress. When I finally let my pants drop, I noticed it was her turn to look hungry. 

His penis stands at attention, and what a penis it is, a wide fat trunk, rooted in a curly black bush, saluting her incredible beauty. With a length of well over eight inches and a width of almost two inches at the base, his weapon is quite impressive. Unsupported it bounces up and down. The man approaches the bed, halting in front of her feet. The fat flagpole keeps moving slowly, just pointing in her direction. Demi finds it difficult to turn her eyes away from his proud pole.

“I showed you mine, now show me yours.”

It sounds not unreasonable. She tries to avert his glances and let herself fall down in the cushions. Her breasts are leaping up in the subdued light. Breathing fast Demi waits…but then she opens her thighs as a mute invitation…

She opened her thighs coyly slow while looking me straight in the eyes. It was beautifully acted and very arousing. The pink entrance to her sweet paradise was barely hidden by her chestnut-brown fur. Demi Moore had a beautiful cunt. It was a cunt, unfolding like a flower, opening the gates to the conquering hero. Between her tempting outer lips and her pink, touting inner lips Demi concealed a real gem: a rose-red shining pearl, almost begging to be fingered, or even better: licked by a teasing tongue. 

Demi expects the man to overpower her at this moment, to force her to his wishes. It would be awful but she could feel morally superior. Instead his hands start roving over her skin, seeking her weak spots. 

Since the scenario was deliberately scanty, it offered me all possibilities for improvisation. The natural thing was to start with those mighty breasts. The bronze minarets defied the laws of gravity by retaining their beautiful shape while lying down in the bed. I encircled them both with my hands, enjoying the abundance of vibrating flesh between my fingers. Next I worked on her nipples, first with the palms of my hands then with my fingers and finally with my mouth. I started my improvisation, licking the rough surface of her areolae, taking the engorged cones between my teeth. Meanwhile I sent my hand on a searching expedition looking for soft spots in her armpit. 

Now Demi starts to realize she has to resist a man with considerable expertise, subtlety and experience and she is not able to cope. 

“This is not supposed to happen”, she thinks when she feels her body betraying her. She manages to turn her head away when he tries to kiss her but instead she feels his lips in her neck quickly finding the soft spot above her collarbone. He detects other sensitive spots: spots Demi never realized she had before. Like a soft spot underneath her armpit, which he exploits with intense love-bites causing her juices to flow. Desperately Demi realizes she is not able to hide her pleasure anymore. When he takes her breasts in his hands her nipples treacherously swell under the palms of his hands. Her lover then shifts to oral stimulation, combining the soft suction of his mouth with feathery movements of his tongue, alternately afflicting her nipples. 

“My god… I am so excited already and he hasn’t touched my sex yet!” She shivers when his mouth leaves her breasts and starts moving southwards. 

Before the cunnilingus shots could be made, a good set-up had to be found. For the best position Demi was instructed to put her legs right up in the air, holding her hands in the hollow of her knees. In this position her bottom moved up a little enabling a nice exposure of her most intimate part. Since the pink slit was offered so nicely I started to work right away. Hungrily I lashed my tongue on the intimate jewels hidden in her hairy mouth. I took pride in making a grand tour along her pouting lips to finally end at her swollen clit giving it all the extra attention it deserved. I had my hands free. Fumbling over my head I blindly found her breasts and started fondling them. In a wink Demi Moore had her first small but nice on-screen orgasm, followed by a second and a third.

Unselfishly her wealthy lover brings Demi to a series of nice little orgasms. His body is sliding upwards between her thighs. Demi tries to avoid his gaze, without success. He dips his finger in her soaking cunt, moving it to her lips so she can taste herself - how wet she is downstairs. Demi opens her mouth and starts licking his finger clean. When his mouth is seeking hers again she doesn’t evade him anymore. Her lips open to allow his tongue to enter her wet mouth. At that moment his swollen member invades her sheath in one powerful stroke. Her mouth opens more to utter a cry. However, the sound never leaves her lips because his tongue already fills her mouth. Wildly Demi puts her arms and legs around the body of the man who has entered her already in two places. Foreplay is finished, seduction is completed, it is now time to start fucking.

I thought this part of the scenario had a nice touch. Instead of using one finger, I knew using two to stir her honey pot would be OK. Demi whimpered quite convincingly and her undulating hips would look great on the big screen. When I moved my wet fingers to her lips, she licked the top of my fingers with just the right amount of reluctance to make it very sexy. Everything went so well that I improvised again and shoved my fingers deeper and deeper in her mouth. Reckless I moved my fingers to her cunt for an encore.

“Please…” she whispered in my ear, soft enough to be missed by the mike.

It is always a magical moment when a man enters the warm hospital world of his mate for the very first time. To enter the humid world of a star like Demi Moore was extra magical. I held her legs in a wide-open V, knowing it would make for a great camera shot. I teased my knob against her clit a couple of times until she started squeaking. Only then did I let my cock slide inside. Demi Moore had a hot cunt. I felt a hot ‘washcloth’ closing over my most sensitive flesh. I started to fuck her with long, deep strokes. Although the moaning actress fucked in front of the cameras for the first time, she immediately picked up my rhythm perfectly. With her passionate response she fulfilled all my expectations. My red-hot cock seemed to be dipped in an even hotter, humid furnace. I wouldn’t be surprised if Demi would have a so-called ‘sucking cunt’. Most top porn actresses have such a cunt at their disposal, clinging to an invading moving cock. The cunt wall would move in unisono with the pumping shaft, making for beautiful, exciting moving images.

Demi totally surrenders to the two invaders of her body. Closing her eyes, she is sucking in his tongue, letting the invader duel with her own in a playful game of two darting flames. Her lips are locking in on his. When, after a couple of minutes, they come up for air out of sheer necessity, it is Demi who is taking the initiative for another breathtaking kiss. At the nether part of her anatomy she wraps her legs around his hips. The wet sounds of their mating hips mingle with the raw guttural moans escaping from her throat. She raises her knees higher and higher for deeper penetration of his pumping cock.

Before the take it was agreed that three camera angles would be used. A wide-angle camera to have a shot of the copulating, squirming bodies on the round bed, another to have close-ups of Demi’s face, recording the emotions of the female lead during the mating. Finally a third one focusing on her crack, taking in my rhythmic trusts and my dangling brown balls dancing on her white thighs. Now Hubby added a fourth one, providing close-ups of my pumping cock and her sucking cunt, recording the details of this erotic fuck as close as technically possible.

When I received the sign that everything was in place I gradually increased the tempo and the force of my thrusts. Demi opened her mouth to show her approval with load moans. I felt her breasts grating against my chest, prickling her nipples even more. What a woman! She was a good actress but her passion was completely genuine to me. When I took a break she treated my knob, deep inside her, with soft contractions of her vaginal muscles. She took her knees almost up to her ears. The position not only exposed her bottom to the max, it seemed as if her pleasure channel gripped my cock even tighter. I loved the smacking sounds our fucking produced. Demi was wet, very wet. With each inward stroke I felt her juice overflowing. My joystick was gradually provided with a slimy collar. Hubby eagerly brought this exciting spectacle to the screen in nasty detail. I was certain her creamy slime would make a wonderful contrast to my brown cock. Gasping I withdrew to allow some more shots be taken of those wonderful thighs wide open and her gaping hole, begging to be filled again.

Demi feels so empty. She needs to be re-filled so badly. She grabs her ankles and brings them wide above her head in a gesture of total surrender.

“Don’t let me beg for it” she thinks. “Please” 

In the mirror placed at the ceiling just for the purpose lovers in the bed can observe themselves in their love-play, Demi doesn’t see a woman reluctantly willing to participate in the mating game. She sees herself grabbing her ankles, an open V and at the top her slit wide open: she sees a woman in heat, offering herself in an obscene way to be thoroughly and deeply fucked. Then her cunt is solidly filled and his hot rod is moving between her cunt walls again. His engorged member keeps swelling inside her. She starts kissing him in abandon passion, pushing her voluminous breasts against his hairy chest over and over again as if she wants to punish them for their treachery. 

After I reentered her I felt Demi was rapidly approaching her orgasm. I rubbed my cock dome more and more against her clit and that brought her nicely over the edge. During her frenzy I screwed myself deeper and deeper in her contracting tunnel. I felt how the muscles of her cunt clinched and expanded around me. With a loud groan I emptied my balls in her accommodating receptacle. My ejaculation was so copious that the continuously recording third camera showed how my creamy slime was pressed outside between my thick shaft and her enclosing cunt wall. When I withdrew from her, a thick glob of sperm slowly flowed from her dripping cunt.

Demi Moore, the famous star, had experienced her first on-camera cream pie.

Please vote and use the public comment. Would you like to see a complete cycle be published? For maximal enjoyment of the story it is recommended to see the movie ‘Indecent Proposal’ on video or DVD. 

I would like to thank my editor JayneC for her valuable contribution.

Demi Moore Ch. 02



DEMI MOORE CH 2. PASSION

Although inspired by a well-known movie, the following story is fictional and not intended to depict any actual person or event.

Only known by very wealthy patrons of erotica, situated at an unknown location, a secret archive is guarded by extreme security. Here the Alternative Adult Anal Versions (AAAVs) of several movies are stored. In these alternative versions beautiful female actresses celebrate their sensuality and star in their most secret adult erotic fantasies. Only two copies of these movies are made: one for the female performer and one archival copy. These movies, made in the past, are now digitalized for archival reasons. I used to perform as the male lead in these movies. Now my job is to view these movies from start to end for quality control. 

The first part of ‘Indecent Nights’ was published earlier. This is the script of the second part, supplemented with Mike’s notes.

2. Passion

It is one hour later. Demi has freshened up. Her lover is still sleeping. She has put on one of his shirts and walks to the balcony terrace. The darkness has set in but it is still warm outside. The sultry evening wind caresses the lower part of her body that was tingling so agreeably not long ago. She considers her situation. Thinking about her wild mating lets her shiver in after-fuck delight. Minutes pass. When she returns to the terrace she finds her seducer awake. He is still naked but miraculously the bed is freshly made. He looks at her with his roguish, endearing smile. Nothing is said. He just looks at her heavenly triangle, barely covered by his shirt. She notices he already developed a respectable erection.

“You win” Her voice is soft but clear.

“Didn’t you enjoy it?”

Demi gulps, but her decision is already made. She remembers her sensations when she had her orgasm. For the first time since her arrival at the mansion, she smiles.

“Yes…”. Her voice is firm. “I enjoyed it.”

Slowly his shirt slips away from her shoulders. Again she stands ready for him, available, sensual, and naked. She notices his full erection rising sheer up from his loins; trembling, challenging, arrogant, inviting. She remembers how it felt having this totem pole fill her cunt. Her shame has evaporated; her desire has returned. 

“He refuels quickly,” she thinks as she walks to the edge of the bed. Demi halts just before his wide-open legs. She takes a couple of seconds and then bends over his erection, slipping the cute red strawberry on top into her mouth.

Demi Moore was bent forward, her hands resting on the bed, legs spread in a wide inverted V. causing her bottom to point skyward as her mouth was filled by the oversized mushroom I offered her. Hubby had ample opportunity for excellent pornographic shots. The camera started at her twin cheeks: creamy white and seductive. Between the magnificent rising moons the dark, tempting crevice invited to be explored by a finger, a tongue, or a cock. Agonizingly slow the eye of the camera moved downwards to the entrance of her cunt. The razor-sharp pictures of the glistening pink slit opening with the frayed edge were so sensational that they remained in view for quite some time. Then the camera moved further downwards, to the erotic attractions between the columns of the inverted V. First the lens focused on the dangling udders; two inverted vibrantly moving fleshy domes. This was followed by the undisputable highlight: the moment the lens changed focus to concentrate on another action. First, very hazy, the images soon focused to sharp close-ups of Demi’s sucking lips moving up and down as a red corona over the mighty column of flesh. The perfectly ridged lips over the thick bluish veins were shown in amazing detail.

This erotic spectacle was displayed for quite some time. The camera never seemed to have enough of these titillating images: the open crack and then the ruby-red lips applying suction to the impressive purple helmet. Her tongue hungrily slipping under the swollen ridge, sweeping and sucking away all available cream cheese. When the sucking lips would be in focus, the pink crack faded to hazy images. Without changing the camera position the movie diptych alternately showed either Demi’s open crack or her red lips around the thick phallus. 

I could have blown my wad in her mouth then and there, but I am a professional. What’s more, I was sure the best was yet to come. Demi did a terrific blowjob on my overheated cock. The pressure of her mouth on the thickest and broadest part of my cock felt extremely tight. Obviously the brunette was not used having to chew such a real big sausage but the sample specimen surely whetted her appetite. I thought some appreciation and encouragement from my side was appropriate. 

My hands ruffled her hair playfully. I felt her body preparing for what was to come. Then I pushed her head down a little, keeping it in place for some moments. Her head started to go up and down, moving in a slow and steady rhythm. I already had the music in mind for the soundtrack of this scene of ‘yes-nodding’. After a while I intensified the rhythm of her mouth by matching movements of my hips; pushing up every time her lips went down. I felt compelled to give her the chance to earn her place among the legendary deep-throat actresses. With one of her down-strokes I not only pushed her head to the limit but also kept it in place a little longer. Being a fine actress. Demi Moore performed her part perfectly with some very convincing peeping and squeaking, while wobbling her ass wildly. She also picked up a perfect technique, curling her lips so she could slurp in some air between her lips and my shaft. With each repeat performance she squeaked a little louder. 

I rose from the bed for her final masterpiece. There was no need to bend her over to an uncomfortable position. She just knelt down for me and opened her mouth. Gently I placed my hands in her neck, slowly caressing the fuzzy hairs in her neck. The lovely actress knew what was coming. I thought it would be a nice touch to let the tension grow. I felt the tempo of her breath increasing while I let her wait a little. By the time I took a firm grip of her head her mouth was almost watering with desire.

With her head between my hands I just pulled her face to me, plunging my cock in her warm wetness. Demi tried to move her head a little by herself but I held her in an iron grip from which she could never escape. She knew it and I suspected she loved it. First she was squeaking loudly and she moved her arms as helplessly as a flying bird in trouble. Soon she quieted down and before I knew I felt her hand reaching between my legs, scraping her fingernails playfully though my hairy sacs. Whoa, this lady had her own way to strike back! I wondered if the camera would show the muscle movements in her neck and her cheeks. Inside her mouth she was taking control of my cock. I had the feeling a plunger was sucking all the blood from my proud member. It was amazing. Thinking I would find out my whole dick was sucked off I decided to play it safe so I called a time out and lay down on the bed. 

When Demi rises from her kneeling position she can be proud. Again his penis stands at attention; a fat phallus all for her. The yearning young woman slowly crawls over the bed, her eyes glued to this magnificent man-meat. Without any shames she confronts him, looking him straight in the eye. Squatting over his loins, she takes her destiny in her own hands and quietly sits down on the seat, reserved for her only. Slowly she puts her bottom in gear, cautiously hopping on the fat end of his erect penis. She raises her hands to her neck, granting her lover the full view of her bouncing breasts and the piercing nipples. He reaches for her, warming the weighty exotic fruits in his hands. Her eye closed in rapture Demi rides him like a nude amazon.

In reality my scenario didn’t give a star actress like Demi Moore enough credit. When she crawled on the bed she was breathing hard, her face determined, moving like a cat-like predator, her eyes hungrily fixed at my hot dog like she would wolf it down in one bite. I almost had the urge to protect my crown jewels with my hands. 

For the penetration-shot Hubby had two camera angles available for the direct action: one for my erection and one for Demi’s impressive bottom cheeks. A third soft focus camera was directed at her classic face to show her emotions while she was fucked. The sequence of this scene started with a shot of her cheeks; creamy, firm, enticing. From the dark cleft between the magnificent moons the pink cleft surfaces, opened invitingly. The picture was so sharply focused that it could show the fluid of her desire visibly dripping from her cunt. 

An elegant, slender fingered hand entered the picture, the nails perfectly groomed and polished. The fingers lovingly folded over a massive erection, bringing the glistening purple crown nearer to the slobbering slit. Then the wide screen was divided in to a split screen. Demi’s face, immersed in an erotic trance, appeared on the left. The right part of the screen remained dominated by the perfect curves of her bottom, slowly gyrating. When her pink crack totally engulfed the purple knob her mouth opened in an almost jubilant cry of pleasure. As I suspected Demi Moore indeed had a ‘sucking cunt’ at her disposal. Every time my erection moved outwards, her sucking cunt-walls were clinging on to me, seemingly never letting me go. The sensitive pink helmet of my pole was treated to a languid, gripping, wet caress each time it moved; I could feel it. The cherishing of my knob made me writhe and wince as an eel. She began to ride me faster and faster.

“Holy, Moly.” I whispered when I saw her shaking breasts.

I remember when I saw the movie for the first time and watched Demi’s mighty mounds starting to shake in an overwhelming undulating movement. To have a full, unobstructed view of her tantalizing tits on the big screen was sensational. Seeing those firm puddings quaking and shaking in carnal rhythm, accompanied by pounding drums, was a spectacle to behold. Eventually the images of Demi’s ecstatic face, her breasts flopping up and down in slow motion, and my brown shaft pistoning in and out between her fleshy columns were craftily edited into an erotic, sensually stimulating mixture. When the female star enjoyed her pulsating orgasm, the glistening fluid around the penis shaft showed how realistic and intense she experienced it.

When Demi awakens from her post orgasm fog she notices his full erection is still embedded in her lap. He has watched her awakening. She reads a deep desire in his eyes. The living, warm flesh, in her after a quiet interlude seems to show some activity again. Demi thinks back of her last dazzling orgasm. It is his turn now... and she has to deliver.

“What do you want from me?” she asks hoarsely.

He smiles.

“You have the most beautiful face and the most seductive mouth I have ever seen.”

“You paid for it, use it!”

She cannot believe she said that but it is too late to undo her words. 

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. His mouth screws itself on hers. Again Demi returns his kiss in complete surrender. They remain busy with their tongues and their lips for quite some time, increasingly intense and passionate. When her lover breaks off the contact, it is only to arrange Demi on the bed in a way he can fully enjoy her mouth. Moments later she lays fully stretched out on the bed, her head dangling backwards over the edge. When the man moves over right before her, with his penis fully erect, she understands his intentions. And if she has any doubts they certainly disappear when he playfully taps his magic wand against her mouth. Her mouth opens obediently, first trying to capture the bulbous head, later waiting patiently till the warm pulsating flesh moves in.

Demi welcomes the corpulent invader with slow rotations of her sucking lips. Gradually the thick protuberance moves inwards allowing her lips to pamper the shaft too. She becomes aware of the sheer proportion of the sex apparatus that has taken over her mouth. Her lips reach no farther than an inch past the corona of the bulbous head. Demi proved already she can do much better. Steady but determined, the massive flesh pole slides in deeper and deeper. The man has full confidence in her recently acquired breathing technique.

Demi never had oral sex in this position. She realizes her experience in this will increase considerably the coming half hour. The young woman is a natural and quickly learns to relax her throat. Now and then the penis is withdrawn to give her some rest. During these intermissions she can amuse herself with two hairy balls. The precious treasures alternately are rubbed against her nose and introduced in her mouth. They feel heavy and smell sweaty. The penetrating aroma of dry mating sweat intoxicates her senses and excites her even more. With gusto she nibbles in his wrinkled sacs.

Demi learns fast as can be expected. Her white neck tightens as she takes in more and more flesh in her throat. When his swinging balls bump into her face, she knows she reached the terminal. Now she is going to be fucked in her mouth... again a First. Once she saw an adult movie with a blonde, her head backwards in almost the same position, as a fat penis was filling her mouth. Demi shivers, remembering the moment the man was cumming; how the blonde took the splashes of sperm right in her face and how the blonde cleaned his fire engine afterwards. Is she shivering in disgust, or in anticipation? She really doesn’t know. 

Demi lay down on the bed, her head dangling backwards over the foot, just as the script described. The image from the camera behind my legs just showed her dangling head en face. The selected lens in the camera favored the size of my cock, increasing the magnitude of the silhouette appearing above her. Her make-up artist had done a terrific job. Her lips were perfectly groomed in a sensual red, glistening under the light. They opened slightly when the purple helmet of my joystick made contact. You could tell Demi Moore was a terrific actress. She moaned softly “ooooh... oooh...”, yet her lips opened slightly; enough to softly massage my hot bulb.

I must confess I was not a great actor. I was supposed to take it slow and easy, allowing for languorous romantic shots. Instead, when I felt her lips nibbling at the head of my dick, I just started fucking her face. Then I saw her trembling breasts; two mountains of flesh, just for the taking. I took each of them in my hand, kneaded them… just like a baker kneading his dough. Man, it felt amazing. I had her nipples rubbing against the palms of my hands. The sensation sent an electric shock through my balls. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. Even when I fucked her mouth with deep wild strokes, her tongue continued working on me. She had such a hot mouth; I felt my balls dancing on her face. Her hot breath swayed over my crotch and I fucked her mouth like a madman. The good thing was I didn’t cum directly. I just kept going… going… going…

“Fffuck…!!!”

The shots Hubby took when I was busy fucking his wife’s mouth were burning hot anyway. Much later I had the opportunity to see them: very raw, very authentic. (You bet they were…!). Demi became increasingly restless under the rhythmic invasion of her mouth. Her hips went up and down and her legs were sliding restlessly over the sheets till she suddenly expressed all her bottled up delight. With a jubilant muffled cry she brought her legs upwards in a wide-open V. The shots of her ‘open beaver’ showing close-up views of her drooling cunt, were both spectacular and obscene. 

It was crunch time. I felt my cum boiling in my balls. In the script this episode followed one hour after the first episode. In reality each episode was shot one week after another. So the past seven days I had been churning a considerable stock of my love milk in my balls, ripening till it could be dropped in a convenient dark cavern, at a convenient moment. That moment was NOW! Her rotating, sucking grip on my noble parts finally brought me to my high point. Bubbling, my wad worked itself up to the burning head of my fire hose. 

Most porn actors produce about six sperm splurges when they come; well known male stars reach eight or nine. When we talked about the script, Demi was informed that my average count was twelve strong splurges. In many porn movies actresses refuse to take a full facial and the male actors therefore divert their splurges. Because it is considered a sign of complete surrender when a woman takes her lover’s sperm right in the face, the director and the female lead agreed to end this scene with a full facial. It would be completely functional and would increase the credibility of the storyline considerably. This artistic understanding was explicitly put in writing as part of the contract. Demi Moore was asked to OK this decision by putting her initials near the text in the contract where the twelve facial sperm splurges were mentioned. Everything is OK when eccentric stars arrange for their bedroom home entertainment but you better be certain they didn’t changed their minds and you get yourself sued. When Demi put her initials on the contract she avoided my eyes and I imagined seeing a blush creeping up in her face.

Anyway, when I freed my cock from her greedy lips, Demi closed her eyes and looked serene. Seeing her angelic face waiting for me, I exploded like a volcano. My cock fired like a cannon loaded with cum. Right on target the first splash of thick slimy goo hit her right in her face, just off her nose. Wave after wave I let thick globs of goo fly all over her beautiful face. This episode ended with a close-up of her face, plastered with turbid slime spattered from her hair till her breasts.

Demi Moore, the famous star, had experienced her first on-camera full facial!

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Demi Moore Ch. 03



Demi Moore Ch 3. Persuasion

Although inspired by a well-known movie, the following story is fictional and not intended to depict any actual person or event.

Only known by very wealthy patrons of erotica, situated at an unknown location, a secret archive is guarded by extreme security. Here the Alternative Adult Anal Versions (AAAVs) of several movies are stored. In these alternative versions beautiful female actresses celebrate their sensuality and star in their most secret adult erotic fantasies. Only two copies of these movies are made: one for the female performer and one archival copy. These movies, made in the past, are now digitalized for archival reasons. I used to perform as the male lead in these movies. Now my job is to view these movies from start to end for quality control. 

The first two parts of 'Indecent Nights' were published earlier. This is the script of the third part, supplemented with Mike's notes.

3 Persuasion

Demi takes a warm shower to wash off the telling evidence of their lovemaking. She looks at her watch. It is 11 pm: the night is still young. She shivers realizing she made passionately love twice. She finds a card on her bed.

"I am in the salon downstairs."

Next to the card she finds some light-hearted lingerie. All black... all transparent... A long housecoat... a bra... fishnet stockings... a garter... A panty is missing, as usual. However, high heel shoes are provided. When she has finished her make-up, she walks down the stairs.

In the salon the fire is burning and a bottle of wine is opened. Her host has put on a housecoat.

"I am glad to see you."

"I didn't need to come."

"Exactly."

"Do you like wine?"

"I followed a wine course, some time ago."

"What did you learn?"

"They taught me how to enjoy a glass of wine. To inhale the bouquet before tasting."

When he pours her a glass his eyes candidly explore her body. 

"Santé!" 

It is a premium Napa Valley Cabernet with a perfect bouquet. The wine gradually calms her down. It almost seems like a regular date. Suddenly romantic music is filling the air. 

"Shall we dance?"

Demi doesn't answer but when he approaches and offers his arm, she silently accepts. She shivers when she feels his arms around her. His body is warm and instinctively she moves nearer to him. She is barely surprised he is developing an erection again. Putting his finger under her chin, he forces her to look up and then kisses her tenderly. Demi feels her body reacting. 

"What is wrong with me? I already had an orgasm twice. At home I would just have a nice sleep." 

She feels cheap. After two seismic orgasms she lets him turning her on again. Didn't he have enough fun for his one million dollars? She remembers her face in the mirror, plastered with dripping goo. She also remembers overhearing a crude joke of some guy in a bar about applying his private night cream brand to his girlfriend's face and the hilarious laughter of his drunken friends (men can be such pigs!). My gawd, it took ages to wash it all from her face. And the smell! She has the feeling she can still scent his cum. It's even worse: remembering it excites her. She has the familiar gnawing feeling in her stomach. Gradually his kisses are getting more intense. Demi doesn't think anymore. Overwhelmed by an unknown eagerness she never experienced before, she returns his kisses with gusto. As always he reads her like an open book. She hates it! 

"Strip...!" 

"Why doesn't she just say No.?" 

Instead she takes a chair, raises one leg and starts unrolling one of her fishnet stockings. She knows very well she offers open house of her crotch. 

"I am teasing him... I am showing him all my stuff... I am crazy..." 

For a woman it is difficult to show any shame to a man when she already accepted his sperm in her cunt and in her face. As an experienced stripper Demi clears her legs from her stockings, followed by the garter and her bra. She stands naked on her high heels. To continue her tease she turns her bottom toward him, spreads her legs to show him her inverted V and then bends forwards, leaning on the chair. Looking below her breasts she sees he has taken off his housecoat, nursing a sizable erection. When he approaches Demi prepares for the inevitable penetration.

I had fucked Demi Moore twice already but I could never have enough seeing her in those flimsy outfits showing all her attractions so clear, so reachable you had the feeling you could just touch them. Then she started to strip. I saw immediately she was quite a talent. It didn't surprise me Demi made a movie "Striptease" a couple of years later. In fact, for her strip scene she chose a tune she would use in the movie too. She started unrolling those sexy fishnet stockings. With each movement I could see the pink lips of her cunt opening slightly. Annie Lenox was singing her song.

"I believe in love alone"

"I believe in the procreation"

"I believe in the good vibration"

She lifted one leg high and I could see her complete procreation workshop... I believe in procreation too and if I had it my way we would have started just then. When she had shed all her flimsy stuff she was naked except her high heels which I considered a nice touch. Demi had wonderful calves and I made a mental note to do something nice with those muscular bundles. When she turned her back to me, I automatically looked at her ass. I had a great development plan for this area, but the script demanded from me to seek something else temporarily.

Again he surprises her. It is not a cock sliding into her cunt, but a finger. Gasping she lets him play with her. His finger feels so good, her bottom makes circular movements in delight. Suddenly Demi feels vulnerable. For him she is just a sex toy he can play with at will.

"It is cold."

She escapes from his fingers en lies down at the hearth fire. A sense of shame overtakes her. She turns her back to him to cover her excitement. She avoids his eyes, not willing to be stripped physically as well as spiritually. She rolls over to her stomach and hides her face in her arms. Suddenly she feels his mouth in her back of her neck, slowly sliding down along her back. He reads her so well he is making a detour to kiss her soft spot underneath her armpit. "This is not fair." She thinks. He has perfectly remembered how to exploit her sensuous body and let her juices flow. Demi knows she is lost. It will take not long before her body will be twisting and turning, begging to be fucked. His mouth still is sliding down. Demi starts trembling when he spreads her bottom cheeks, his mouth following the crack in between... 

"He is not going to..."

This was supposed to be the romantic part of this episode. The image of the beautiful actress with her impeccable smooth skin, stretched out on the carpet before the fireplace, her trembling bottom in the air, offering her brown intimate treasure to receive some tender loving care was most romantic but surely no less obscene. Demi had a prime grade behind. When the director gave me the sign to proceed I immediately took a dive between her two fascinating seat cushions. I had to consider the lighting. Each wrinkle of her puckered rose had to appear in full close-up. Demi was a sweetheart and had prepared herself for this scene, just for me. I smelled the aroma of Chanel 5 she had sprayed around her ass! How considerate. I showed my appreciation by sending my tongue out for a quest along her anal rim; first a trek clockwise and then counter-clockwise...

She feels his warm breath between her cheeks. Her body starts shaking when she feels his tongue on her tiny hole. She tries to say "No!" But the word never leaves her throat. He just continues working on her, sucking... licking at the forbidden gate. Demi howls in delight. By now he has buried his face between her cushions, increasing the intensity of his caresses.

"I have never done it that way."

His response is just gently pushing his middle finger against her ass.

"No, no, please!"

I always wondered how it would feel to give a beautiful lady the finger. Not symbolically from the safety of the car in reaction to some stupid driving, but in the flesh with two trembling sexy cheeks right before your eyes. I was so used just feeling the air when I gave somebody the finger. How would it feel to feel the finger being surrounded by humid warmth; to feel vibrant, female flesh reacting to its touch? I soon would find out. Her whispered pleas sounded very sexy. For a start I slipped the first phalanx of my middle finger past her anal ring. 

"Please... please. You are hurting me!" 

She kept moaning and whining while we struggled. Ultimately I managed to roll myself on her back with my face over her bottom, half leaning on her hips; quite a different 69. I found our struggle quite arousing, especially when I ended up widespread above her with her head between my thighs and my balls tickling the back of her neck. My cock must have been located next to her cheek and I guess she had a good sniff of my groin. Demi Moore was well trained but I was a bodyguard for some time and with my weight pressing on her, she had no chance. I guess it was her natural womanly reflex to start moaning and whining. 

I resumed my activities at the point I took a time-out. The camera high between her feet captured my activities in full detail. In my position my field of action could be lighted perfectly. I spread her cheeks, slipped the first phalanx of my middle finger past her anal ring, then the second and finally the third carefully applying some pressure when a joint passed her sphincter. It would loosen her up a little more. Demi was sobbing softly but the proceedings went fine.

"Relax!" 

I succeeded introducing a second finger and let both fingers rotate in her asshole. It felt wonderful and I did it nice and slowly. I did it all for Demi. You should never hurry when you are stretching a lady's ass. When her moaning was load and continuous I knew she was nicely stretched and ready. 

Demi expects he will take her ass right now but the man has other plans. He turns her on her back and straddles her face, his cock cocked.

"I want to fuck your mouth first."

Demi understands he wants to have his penis wet and slimy for the big invasion. He let her work on his erection by herself but gradually takes over the lead.

"Hands up high. Your mouth only!"

He holds her wrists above her head while he starts deep-fucking her mouth. It works quite efficiently; her saliva starts drooling in a minute. 

"Do you like the smell of my crotch?"

Demi doesn't understand how he can hit her button again. She always uses nice perfumes when she freshens herself. It is supposed to be her first line of defense, to keep those smelly guys far from her. And yet, yes, she likes the smell of manly sweat. But she is not going to answer his question. There is a limit a girl is willing to admit. Instead Demi just reaches her mouth to suck at one of his balls. The man is quick to exploit his advance. Soon her nose is buried in his hairy balls, forcing her to breath in the aroma of his crotch. With her arms unable to move, Demi gives up any pretense of resistance. She moans and groans in pleasure, wildly rubbing her thighs against each other in the hope to obtain some friction against her clit. He releases her wrists freeing his hand to reach behind him. Desperate Demi opens her thighs, hoping he will stroke her there. "Yesss..." His touch is beautiful, delicate, and subtle. She wants more! He lets her work to earn her perks. Slowly he guides her sucking mouth from the sweat-forest along the grand canyon to the rim of his crater. Approvingly he brushes through her hair, softly whispering his instructions.

"First clockwise... now counter-clockwise! Excellent, Now again!"

Every time she completes her trip along the rim, she feels his hand lovingly closing over her clit. Rarely Demi has been so turned on by foreplay. 

When I talked with Hubby about this scene, he told me that Demi Moore in reality liked her men sweaty too. He was not too specific but I guessed being a little smelly wouldn't hurt too. With this useful information, I seriously prepared for this scene. I didn't shower the two days preceding the shoot and did some jogging a half hour before. When I straddled her face to let her enjoy the benefits of my preparation, Demi realized she was betrayed.

"Bastards... bastards!" She moaned, her voice muffled by my hairy sac in her mouth. 

Demi was getting wild, hungrily diving into my crotch, burying her nose in my crack. We were rolling over the carpet like some horny teenagers. I didn't have to do too much. Of course I encouraged her, sometimes pushing her a little deeper in the crevices of the dark road that led from my sweaty liberty bells to my shadowy rose garden. Demi Moore surely was a hot cunt! Like a young puppy she lapped up the sweat from my crotch. I just lay back, pulled up my knees and enjoyed. She didn't stop when she reached my pucker. I didn't have to whisper her any instructions either. She instinctively made the circle route over and over. 

But so much for fun and games, now we had to take care of serious business! I got up, threw a cushion from my chair on the carpet and walked around till I stood behind her bottom. The dark crack between the seat cushions was beckoning my burning erection to reach home plate. 

"On your hands and knees!" 

I knelt down behind her to spread her cheeks. Now the moment was there, Demi suddenly panicked, crawling away, trying to escape. She did not expect I had her exit route totally covered. Before she knew I put a hand in the back of her neck and pushed her face deep in the cushion. My knees moved in between her thighs, freeing the driveway to her rear entrance. Demi thrashed about but laying flat with her belly on the carpet, her neck in an iron grip, there was no way out. She clenched her jaws when she felt my pressure on her anus increasing. I forced my cock in, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch. Demi let out a raw cry, her hands clawing in the carpet, her lower legs flailing wildly in the air. It would look sensational on the big screen, especially when edited with some close-ups of her face. 

With foresight I specially chose a soft cushion to sit on when Demi did her striptease. Let's say I did it because I didn't want to wet the chair. It was the same cushion I picked up to push her face in. The more she opened mouth to shout, the more she would be stunned by my mesmerizing personal perfume... I ruthlessly continued my way, seeking her dark depths. I was convinced this hot lady ultimately would experience more pleasure than pain from this penetration. She wouldn't mind to take some domination. I felt her pleasure growing. I kept fucking her stretching asshole more and more. When I cautiously pulled out slowly, she showed a very attractive gape which would look very cute on the screen. Routinely I repeated my trick to obtain some spare shots, dipping my dick in the hole a couple of times and then showing the empty crater to the camera. 

"Do you like it?" I asked to have some dialogue.

"Bastard!"

I took this as a "Yes". Therefore I gaped her a third time. This time I let the gape last a long time. Those modern high-end mini camera's were so sophisticated I knew they could show the red folds of her rectum inside. 

Again I pumped my cock in her ass, this time a little faster, hurrying to the Happy End (pun intended!). Inside her anal channel my shaft felt completely surrounded by her clinching heat. Outside, the base of my shaft was enclosed by the abundant warmth of her cheeks. I furiously fucked her ass, diving in her narrow, burning chute, again and again. My orgasm was very near. In my explorations of her sex I pretty much had an idea where her G-spot was located. I changed the angle of my penetration, my rounded mushroom seeking for that particular spot... And then I hit the jackpot. 

Demi Moore seemed to be struck by lightning. She yelled and shouted, her hips rearing up like mad. Feeling like a cowboy on a rodeo I had to hang on for dear life. I felt her hair flowing though my fingers. I gripped her locks, yanking her head to me. At the same time I ejaculated deep in her twitching, twisting body. Her sphincter milked me. She was moaning and sobbing when she felt the electric heat slowly ebbing away. I saw her arms moving, trying to hold it, to stop it from escaping her. I felt beat and let myself slide from her heaving body. Her sphincter continued to contract, even after I pulled out, releasing the slow flow of my turbid slime. 

Demi Moore, the famous star, had experienced her first on-camera anal cream pie...

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Demi Moore Ch. 04



Demi Moore Ch. 4 Perversion

Although inspired by a well-known movie, the following story is fictional and not intended to depict any actual person or event.

Only known by very wealthy patrons of erotica, situated at an unknown location, a secret archive is guarded by extreme security. Here the Alternative Adult Anal Versions (AAAVs) of several movies are stored. In these alternative versions beautiful female actresses celebrate their sensuality and star in their most secret adult erotic fantasies. Only two copies of these movies are made: one for the female performer and one archival copy. These movies, made in the past, are now digitalized for archival reasons. I used to perform as the male lead in these movies. Now my job is to view these movies from start to end for quality control. 

The first three parts of 'Indecent Nights' were published earlier. This is the script of the fourth part, supplemented with Mike's notes.

4. Perversion

The following morning her host takes Demi with him on his Harley-Davidson for a picnic breakfast out in the desert. She receives a black leather outfit with high boots, almost reaching to her groin, an open jacket and a top, barely covering her breasts. By this time she is almost used to being without her panties. When she mounts the motorbike to sit behind him, the leather seat directly rubs against her crotch. It doesn't fail to bring her in the right mood. They leave Vegas, driving northwards and soon they leave the freeway. He is quite familiar with the area and after a half hour drive he finds them a nice location with some trees, remote and quiet. Breakfast under the trees brings oysters, caviar and champagne, quite a combination to titillate the senses.

"Do you like butter?" he asks when he offers her toast for her caviar.

"I never take butter, I like everything pure"

They chat but when the last glass of champagne is finished, her host doesn't try to break the following silence.

"What do you want for me to do?" Demi asks.

I thought this script the hottest of all the episodes so far. Imagine Demi Moore in a black leather outfit with boots ending at the top of her thighs and a jacket so short it barely covered her bottom. When she bended over, I could see her pubic hair shimmer between her thighs. After we finished the champagne I walked Demi to the Harley Davidson.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked unsuspectingly. That was my cue.

I put my hand in the back of her neck and unceremoniously pushed her face on the backseat of the Harley Davidson. I pulled my zip open and fingered her anus.

"You bastard... Not again!"

"The second time is always better," I said.

From our earlier shoots I guessed the sexy star actually enjoyed some pain and domination. Of course I did wet my knob but when I managed to pass her sphincter, I released the brakes and just launched myself full throttle into her dark depth. Demi yelled and cried out loud but there was not a chance anyone would hear her. I had personally selected the spot myself and a perimeter of security was laid out around our spot. Demi's ass was made for fucking. Her bottom was a bouncy bumper for the carnal collisions with my loins. It didn't take long before I observed the magical metamorphosis from a lamenting lady shouting "no, no, no..." to a moaning nympho hissing "yes, yes, yes...". 

Fucking a beauty directly in the ass, without any oral of vaginal foreplay, is considered extremely arousing in the porn industry, leading to suggestive titles as "Straight to the A" and "For your Ass only". Going straight for Demi's ass made this scene delightfully obscene from the start! Fucking Demi in her black leather outfit was quite arousing anyway. Fondling her breasts under her jacket without even seeing them, gave me an exciting feeling of being dirty. Demi probably felt my cock swelling more and more, stretching her ass to never reached dimensions. Her knees went weak and she almost stumbled making me think it would be better to move over our physical exercises to another area.

Demi went on all fours on the cloth we used for our picnic. I noticed my initial ass-fuck already had opened up a nice gape. A gape is an anus remaining wide-open after penetration, by that time usually encircled by a purple swollen rim. In pornland a beautiful gape is rated very highly and a great asset (pun intended). Hubby was very busy focusing on the attractive specimen I had drilled. Fucking outdoors always has a special charm, being surrounded by nature and all its fresh air. Looking at her gape, Demi probably would enjoy the fresh air much more than me. I took a position standing with my legs spread and my dangling cock over Demi's exposed bottom. The screen would show her open gape like a hungry mouth and my intimidating erection dangling over it like a sword of Damocles. I let my purple plum touch her swollen rim, routinely the sign for the female lead to produce some intelligent dialogue.

"Fuck me... fuck me in my ass!" Demi said in a muffled voice.

I did just that, massaging her ass walls with my pumping prick. Demi sobbed in delight. Looking down I saw my fat prick sawing in and out her puckered hole. Using strict beauty standards her hips might be considered too wide, her thighs too fleshy, her bottom cheeks too big. However, using strict fucking standards her assets (pun intended) had to be considered perfect. The muscles of her hips outside felt taut and firm under my fingers. The muscles of her ass inside felt hot and firm around my cock. Watching her beautiful body twisting and twirling in delight, an idea flashed through my mind. 

I grabbed her wrists and pulled them back to me until it lifted her shoulders from the ground. When I leaned backwards, our bodies came in perfect balance although we never even tried to rehearse this. It was an inspired improvisation but Hubby immediately picked up our new position. I saw the results much later and found them no less than sensational. With her torso up like a figurehead, the mighty breasts were moving in full swing, while my loins were hammering in her backside. The cameras didn't miss the slightest detail. The triangular skin around her anus transformed itself into a brown chute each time my cock disappeared into her abyss. The neighboring cunt-walls slightly went up and down too, proving the dark depth was overstuffed considerably. The glistening swollen clit and the watery fluid leaking from the unused crack showed how excited the owner was. Her beautiful classical face was distorted in passion. Her torso was soaked in sweat. 

When the urgency was too much to bear, I turned her on her back. Her legs, still in her high black boots, scissored open and clasped me high around my shoulders. Her anus was gaping wide now. I just dove in to reach home base and emptied my balls in her bowels. 

Exhausted Demi and her host are lying side by side.

"That was perverse"

"You had a nice orgasm too"

Demi doesn't react. His cock, still semi-erect, is covered by their love juices. She reaches over to pick up a Kleenex.

"Let me clean your cock"

The man just watches her.

"I prefer you lick it clean..."

Demi cannot believe her ears. When he moves sideways she can see his penis up close.

"No... o, no...! Please."

He looks around him and opens a small jar of caviar. With a small spoon he applies some of the black stuff on his purple crown.

"It will taste salty," He says, offering his dick like he is serving her another toast

Demi's thoughts are swirling through her head. When she first met him, she found him intriguing and even charming. When he made his indecent proposal she found him a real jerk. She couldn't stand his arrogant smile! Even when financial circumstances led her to accept his offer she still found herself morally superior. Last night this moral superiority evaporated when she showed how she enjoyed their fuck. But now...! Even a call girl wouldn't be asked to do something like that! He just treated her like a w...! 

"This is nasty" 

Yet... That porn movie she watched. What was the name, yes, 'ATM machines', that's what it was. One of the girls was that beautiful brunette. She was fucked in the ass and took the cock from her ass right in her mouth. Not from one guy, but from three different guys! Three different cocks, from her ass straight to her mouth! She seemed to like it, but she was acting of course. It was all acting!

"This is nasty" Demi repeats herself. 

Hesitatingly she gives his knob a lick, just enough to swipe the caviar off his prick. 

"You can do better than that"

When she looks up Demi sees that smile of him again. She shivers. Again he puts some caviar on his prick, now just below the sunken ridge. Demi doesn't what to think of it, anymore. Her eyes just focus on the tiny heap of small dark granules. 

"This is really nasty," once again repeating herself, almost in a trance. Then the head of his dick disappears in her mouth, revoking all her earlier remarks.

I really looked forward to this scene. The thought having an actress like Demi Moore perform Ass-To-Mouth (ATM) gave me quite a hard-on. I had ordered the best quality of Caspian Belluga caviar at $150.00 per ounce to apply on my dick; only the best for a Star like Demi. When I applied some caviar on my dick, the dark caviar contrasted beautifully with the white slime rags decorating the fruity top.

"This is nasty" Demi dutifully said, staring at the garnishing of my breakfast fruit.

Her tongue lashed out, slithered over the gleaming surface and slowly licked the caviar from my trembling mast. Feeling her tongue over my red strawberry, raw from the hot grip of her ass, made the image of her licking lips deliciously decadent. Immediately I re-supplied my cock, applying caviar just under the crown. This time Demi had to curl her lips over the beamy bulb to gulp the salty snack. She performed like a Star!

Now he smears the remainder of the jar all around the whole base, decorating his phallus with a wreath of dark granules. 

"He cannot be serious!" Demi thinks. "This is obscene."

She leans on her side, gasping in disbelief and yet mesmerized by the ridiculous dark wreath around his impressive mast. She hesitates; shall she get up and leave? Where to? Or shall she just give him a piece of her mind? Ominously she feels his hand stroking the back of her neck and before she even can shout 'No', she cannot think anymore. Her mouth is filled by pulsing flesh and an exotic mix of tastes, her nose penetrated by a similar mix of aromas, her neck gripped by hands pressing her forward. Demi suddenly relaxes. Passively she lets herself be fucked in her mouth. He fucks her deep and slow, trying to enjoy every moment of it. When he allows her to catch her breath, she looks up to him and sees him smiling with that mysterious smile.

Suddenly she can't stand him anymore. She is on her feet in a minute and slaps him hard in his face, attacking him with her claws, cursing and shouting. She catches him off guard and wrestling they go down together. Gradually he takes over again and then it is 'deja-vu' all over. Now Demi realizes she made it worse. Her jacket and her bra disappear without too much trouble. Nude, but for the high leather boots, she just increases his lust. When her wrists are pinned down above her head she knows the end of the story. He even manages to find another open jar of caviar. The next moment he kisses her full on the mouth and she feels caviar forced in her mouth, and his lips pressing and screwing on hers. It is so decadent and so unexpected. It will be so humiliating when she surrenders now but how sneaky can your own body be to betray you?

Is it possible to make this surrender even more complete and humiliating for her? By pulling her legs up and wide with her high heels pointing up to the wide blue sky as sign of unconditional capitulation? By pushing her breasts forward, offering them to be mauled and kneaded? By spreading the cheeks of her bottom with her hands to show her gaping hole? By sobbing and begging to be fucked in her shit hole? By offering her open mouth to be filled by the cock that just fucked her ass? By rimming and sucking his butt, encouraging him to do it all over again? Demi doesn't need to choose. Her rutting snorting body does it all for her, performing the complete package, and some bonuses thrown in for good measure.

Demi and I went through all parts of the script and I should know because I wrote it. After we finished all the points of the script, we continued practicing some variations, elaborations and innovations of the ATM theme. Like 'the High Dive': starting from ass-fucking her in the missionary position I stood up in full height and let my cock dive from far above directly into her open mouth. Looks sensational on screen when smoothly executed. Or 'the High Suck': starting from ass-fucking her in the doggie position I stood up and pushed my cock backward between my legs. After making her step toward me Demi had to crawl forward, stretching to reach and suck the lollypop offered to her. Or 'the Triple Spin', starting from a similar doggie ass-fucking position, Demi spun around to take my cock in her mouth, then spun farther to be ass-fucked again, repeating this routine for three ATMs in total. It shows up well on screen with much action but is only attainable by a well-trained athlete. Demi surely was, and performed beautifully! Or 'the Slide Suck': starting from ass-fucking her in the spoon position I turned completely on my back and Demi could just lean over to take care of my poignant problem. This variation doesn't show too well on screen but was very intimate for us. Demi could bury her nose in my crack, which never failed to take her in high spirits. I loved feeling her breath and her hair streaking over my crotch. 

Demi is not alone finding ways to be humiliated; her creative host finds a way on his own. After her fucking deep between her quivering cheeks, he pulls her hair forcing her to look upwards. He rubs the staff of his over her upper lips, so close she can feel the pattern of his twisted swollen veins. 

"Smell, smell the bouquet just the way you were taught!"

Demi has the feeling she will die in misery. She inhales desperately. It is so disgusting, so humiliating, so nasty, and yet... so delightful! When he ultimately cums in her mouth, Demi has her orgasm too. With his arms around his hips, she is banging her fists on his bottom in helpless ecstasy...

The end of this episode certainly left ample room for improvisation. I started by fucking Demi in the spoon position. To expand the view for the camera I pushed one of her legs in the air. It would be exciting to watch that small triangle of flesh around her butt moving along with my thrusts. When I pulled out, I just let myself fall back on the cloth. 

"Put your nose to it, and smell it!"

I heard Demi shuffling nearer and the tip of her nose just touching my prick.

"You can do better! I want to hear it, I want to hear you smelling it!"

She did her best but a remote airplane was just passing by, making some noise.

"I can't hear it! Louder! Come on, let me hear it!"

Bad luck for Demi. The poor actress had to inhale deep. After inhaling a great bouquet, I rewarded her with a nice sample of my exquisite delicacy. She drooled in delight. Then I remembered my plans to honor her ankles.

"Get out of your boots"

Demi struggled a bit to remove her high boots. I saw pretty views of her intimate parts. Wow! It seemed every movement of this lady was meant to excite me. Gently I took her right foot in my hands, raised and kissed just kissed her above her toes. From the back of her foot I licked and nibbled my way northwards, flexing her knee which brought another richness of beautiful vistas of her cunt and her ass. Her foot up high I turned the corner, finally finding her wonderful calf and ankle. In a flash of inspiration I took her foot between my thighs, rubbing it against my hairy balls. I thought it was nice of me to do so and I had the impression Demi thought so too. She drummed her bottom up and down on the cloth like a very special applause showing her appreciation. Moaning and panting she rolled over to a kneeling position with her ass up high. If she wanted to act like a rutting animal in heat she gave a prime performance indeed.

I had problems of my own. Through all the ATM exercises we performed, my love juice had reached the boiling point and was bubbling in my nuts. I saw her anus open and snap shut like a lewd wink inviting me in. When I entered her, it felt like coming home, but this time my fucking had more urgency than before. More than ever I manhandled her firm smooth butt cheeks, rubbing them against each other, rotating them around my fleshy axis, moving them faster and faster over my pumping iron. Demi was fully aware I wanted to mix our juices deep in her mustard pot. 

Moaning hoarsely she alternately moaned 'No, no, no!' when I stirred around and 'Yes, yes, yes' when I penetrated her deeper and deeper. How hot can a Lady get? Simply placing my arms over her moving back gave me the jitters in my nuts. I saw the greasy goo heaping up in the triangular flap of skin moving; folding and unfolding madly with my seesawing movement. It drove me over the edge. Groaning in spasmodic release I delivered my load in her backroom. 

Demi wobbled her rear while her thirsty hole absorbed my hot fluid like a warm sponge. She kept clinching her sphincter around my relaxing erection. Lying stretched over her body was all I needed to revive me. Demi noticed it and being a bright lady she knew her fate and started sobbing. Not distracted I turned her face to the sun so her coming activities wouldn't be marred by shadows. I never discussed these plans with her but Demi was a good sport going along with me in all of this. I had scooped a nice quantity of grease on my cock. When I presented it to her mouth she faked resistance but in reality I felt her yielding immediately. Her lips and tongue executed the filthy action with audible slobbering sounds, as loud and clear as could be wished. When she had licked it clean I just placed my pulsing prick on her face, the shaft diagonal over her mouth, the evil eye just above her nose. 

When the red opening emitted the first glob of sperm, it landed on target near her right eye. In the bright sunlight my hose sprayed her face like a sprinkler watering a rose garden. The turbid fluid sprouted up and made delightful arches before landing on her perfect skin. Although the splashes were randomly dispersed, her nose was taking hit after hit. Looking at her face, I couldn't resist applying the coup de grace. I lowered my crotch, smearing my sperm out on her perfect skin. Demi was coming; enclosing my hips, drawing me even closer to her face, her fists pounding the cheeks of my bottom. In her passion she planted her hands on my bottom again but now with her nails raking deep tracks in my skin!! I howled out like a wailing hyena. The lady was literally drawing First Blood!! This was unbelievable! Although I had delivered a perfectly executed double-barreled blast, I had to leave the set with my tail between my legs. I saw Hubby laughing but I didn't think it was so funny. I would be damaged goods for weeks!

Anyway, Demi Moore, the famous star, had experienced her first on-camera ATM pop-shot.

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Demi Moore Ch. 05



Demi Moore Ch 5. Ecstasy

Although inspired by a well-known movie, the following story is fictional and not intended to depict any actual person or event.

Only known by very wealthy patrons of erotica, situated at an unknown location, a secret archive is guarded by extreme security. Here the Alternative Adult Anal Versions (AAAVs) of several movies are stored. In these alternative versions beautiful female actresses celebrate their sensuality and star in their most secret adult erotic fantasies. Only two copies of these movies are made: one for the female performer and one archival copy. These movies, made in the past, are now digitalized for archival reasons. I used to perform as the male lead in these movies. Now my job is to view these movies from start to end for quality control. 

The first four parts of ‘Indecent Nights’ were published earlier. This is the script of the final part, supplemented with Mike’s notes.

5. Ecstasy

About six months later Demi knows it didn’t work out at all. After that indecent night he asked her to stay, but she decided to leave. The sex of that indecent night was… delightfully indecent. It was true the sex was the best she ever had but…

“It was only sex… not love”

Returning to LA didn’t bring happiness either, only fights and frustration. Spending the one million dollars didn’t bring happiness, merely frustration and fights. And in addition there was always the feeling something was missing. How long did it take her to face the facts? Three month… five months? She knew she had to return. To prove to herself she could confront him and still live her own life; without his fancy luxury, without his damn smile, without his humiliating, mind-boggling sex-games. Now she is on her way back, not in a private jet but in the plane of a low-budget carrier. No helicopter to bring her to the mansion, but a regular taxi. It is hot as usual in Vegas. He is at the swimming pool, lying on his stomach, basking in the sun. He turns his face when she is announced.

“You’re back.” He says matter-of-factly. “Your bedroom is ready and waiting.”

Then he turns his face away, continuing his sunbathing. Demi cannot believe it. 

“Is he so arrogant, or am I so transparent?”

Again she is taken to the second floor bedroom she knows so well. As before, she is expected for cocktails in the salon at six. Tired, not only from the travel but also from her conflicting emotions, she lies down for a nap. When Demi inspects the closet after her nap, it holds the evening gown she knows so well. Nothing seems to have changed, but this time she also finds a white thong… She cannot believe her eyes. Yes, it is just a thong, barely covering her crotch but nevertheless… Well, that makes a difference. Is this the first step? For the first time Demi doesn’t feel complete naked when she strides down the stairs. When she enters the salon her host is waiting, pouring her a glass of wine. Drinking a glass of wine in his presence will never be the same. Will the whole evening turn out to be just a deja-vu experience?

“I expect you to spend the night with me”

His directness startles her but when she answers, her voice is firm.

“I will pay you for your first service of the night.” 

He approaches her seat with the glass in his hand.

“When you accept my payment, we can retire to my bedroom.”

She gasps in amazement when he puts a penny before her. The mint coin shines, President Lincoln seems to wait for her reaction. As always the man succeeds in surprising as well as embarrassing her; but she is different now, she has found her sexuality. She will not be shocked so easily. Self-consciously Demi picks up his penny and accepts his arm without hesitation. Nevertheless, she feels her heart pounding when they walk to the spacious stairs, leading to the second floor. Automatically she leads the way, knowing he will follow a couple of steps behind. From now it is all deja vu, with slight differences however. This time she doesn’t minimize the swaying of her hips. The slits of her evening gown generously offer spectacular views and vistas of her legs and thighs. Her crotch, barely protected by the white thong is still very much exposed. 

The expected strike takes place about halfway the stairs; his grip on her ankles forcing her to kneel down. As she did so his hand reached out and simply pushed the narrowest part of her thong aside. 

“I want to fuck your ass, and then let you suck my prick clean!”

His hand reaches forward, placing another penny invitingly before her on the step. Although his words are crude, they nevertheless do not fail to excite her. Demi doesn’t need much time for reflection before closing her hand over the coin. Her immediate reward is his finger pushing aside the thong at her crotch, titillating the sensitive edge of her anus. Without any shame she enjoys the fingertip intruding in to the privacy of her most intimate orifice. Didn’t she have to expect this when she decided to come over here? Just to celebrate her sexuality, to enjoy acts of degradation without feelings of guilt? Yes, now she knows the taste and the aroma of her own ass are turning her on. He is the only man ever who showed her she does. Surely he will exploit this knowledge; again and again, merciless and unrestrained. She gets goose bumps, just thinking of it.

“What he is waiting for…?” 

It doesn’t take long. An oversized intruder passes the muscular guard to her dark bowels and forces her to open up. Groaning and gasping Demi tries to accommodate him. She has almost forgotten how enormous his cock is and now it is just pushing its way up, forcing her anal walls to split, to embrace its length. No, there is no way to escape, even if she wished to, those hands gripping her hips would hold her in place and force her into submission. But escape is not on her mind - rather, she is eager to explore her newly discovered sexuality, to indulge in lewd acts without shame.

He is fucking her asshole, thrusting fast and deep, letting the wet clashes of their bodies resound in the hallway. Doggedly she meets him, thrusting back, absorbing his thrusts with her bouncing bottom. When he pulls out, she immediately turns around, reaching her mouth to her fleshy prey. She takes him deep in her mouth, tasting and smelling the flavors and fragrances of her ass. It is wicked! She is a wicked woman, and she loves it. That dirty cock of his, first fucking her mouth, now working its way in to her throat. 

“Good Girl!!” He says approvingly. She resumes a kneeling position, her bottom now even higher. As next payment he puts a dime before her.

“No!” She thinks. “I am a bad girl, a nasty girl!” She grabs the dime.

The following minutes dirty Demi is busy earning her dime. She is degraded to a cock-sucking ATM machine; his cock is commuting between her ass and her mouth, creating a bizarre rhythm of alternate slamming and slurping sounds.

It took me over a month to recover from the scratches I picked up shooting the last episode. I had to make sure I wouldn’t show any scars and bruises in the damaged area. Demi looked timid, assuming rightly I was just in the mood to fuck the hell out of her ass. I almost forgot how good she looked in that sexy black evening dress. I thought the addition of the white thong was a nice touch. I could just push it away to access her crack. It gave a nice touch of urgency and obscenity to the scene. Stairs are a perfect setting for an anal doggie fuck. When I stood two steps down from Demi, I was in perfect position to penetrate her ass. Ample room was available to place cameras in different angles to capture all the action. 

When I entered her chocolate highway, it felt like I was driving home. It was so nice and tight, an amicable homecoming embrace of her gripping sphincter! Demi was sweet; she hollowed her back to accommodate me to the fullest. When I stirred in her backside she twisted and turned her cheeks in assistance. It is wonderful to play the ass-to-mouth game with such a randy lady. Especially when the lady also wants to make up with you. When I pulled out, Demi turned around and stretched her mouth to my cock in a beautiful, smooth, flowing motion. Backed by a romantic soundtrack it would turn out to a magic scene.

The fun really started the moment Demi pocketed the dime. Greedily I led her through the playbook of ATM games, included some inspired additions of my own. I loved the one starting with Demi, fucked in the ass with her legs up high. The moment I pulled out, she just slid down the steps till her face was at the right level. When the clever lady stretched out her arms to signal me, I just had to lower my hips to sink it in her open mouth. When I hit the target I was so excited, I started to fuck her deep, as deep as I could. The camera at the foot of the stairs had a magnificent view. With my knees wide I fucked her face in a slow, languid rhythm. Demi was sitting comfortably three steps lower with her head leaning backwards, resting on the same step supporting my knees. Holding her arms open, she showed everything she had to offer; her wet pearly-pink slit, her upstanding heaving breasts and her mouth masturbating my cock in total surrender. Now and then Demi blocked the view when she cuddled my balls with her hands but honestly I didn’t care too much. 

When Demi finally has paid off her dime, they walk up the stairs to enter the bedroom. At first sight everything seems the same: the round bed and all the mirrors… but then she sees the chair. It is a chair for her to lie down, the seat having a wave-like shape. She doesn’t understand why, until she actually lies down. The chair is custom made! The arc supports her lower body perfectly, encouraging her to raise her legs and expose her ass. The head end is customized too, making it her easy to let her head hang over, even providing a support if she does so. Then Demi knows; this chair is custom made for her to provide ass-to-mouth services! Specially designed to make her ass and her mouth easily accessible. In case she doesn’t know by the time she stands up, her host puts down a quarter in the bottom curve. 

Demi is determined not to repeat her mistake to resist and shout “No”. She will just be overwhelmed and her defeat will only be humiliating again. When she picks up the quarter, he helps her into the chair again. It feels comfortable lying down, with the supports in her back and in the back of her neck. He bends over, sensuously kissing her mouth from behind her head. After reaching the other end, he raises her legs, pushes her thong aside, exposing her shit hole. By now she is has been stretched out nicely and he easily slips in. He pushes her legs over his shoulders and she gasps as he is penetrating her deeper and the base of his cock is stretching her even more. When he pulls out, he puts a device in her hands.

“Push the button.”

Demi is more concerned with the emptiness in her ass. Is that a button, she feels? Almost in a reflex she pushes and suddenly she feels the chair moving. The chair is powered! Slowly it turns 180 degrees and than stops automatically. Looking up she sees his smiling face and, more important, his throbbing, menacing cock. Then there is nothing to see anymore, because his man meat is plunged in her mouth. Only possible in this position, his balls are dancing on her nose

The powered chair was real cool. It was custom-made, sized not only for Demi, but also for me. The chair presented Demi’s ass to my hips, just at the right height and after turning 180 degrees the presentation of her mouth was equally convenient. I removed her white thong and put it on one of her feet. Never I saw the white flag of surrender blowing nicer than at her graceful slender ankle. Originally the plan was for me to handle the remote, but later we decided putting Demi’s fate in her own hand was a charming idea. Wasn’t it nice the actress could direct her own movie, deciding when she would be fucked in her hot cauldron and the exact moment the action should be transferred to her wet mouth. When she pushed the button for the first time, she presented her mouth to me in my favorite position. During the last month I was feeling homesick, missing those magnificent breasts. Maybe Demi had the same feelings for my hairy coconuts hanging in her nostrils, because it took her a long time to push the button again. 

We played the ATM carousel like young kids having a new toy. The contraption offered all kinds of deranged pleasures and possibilities. Although Demi had quite a taste of her own ass, I felt it my duty to broaden her horizon and compare it with mine. The next time she turned around I took a different position so she easily could service my ass. Demi took this comparative study very seriously, considering the time she kept sucking my ass before she pushed the button again. When we had run out of ideas on how to play with our toy we decided on a new playfield for the final game.

They move over to the bed and there she finds a one-dollar bill. As soon as she picks up the bill he is all over her with his mouth, with his hand, with his body. His mouth now over her collarbone, then in the hollow of her knee or nibbling at her nose. His hands exploring the depths of her cunt, pushing fingers in her ass and feeding her juices to her mouth. His body rubbing against her clit, his hairy breast teasing her swollen nipples, his armpit smothering her face. They roll and tumble over the circular bed; two sweating bodies in heat, making contact everywhere, accumulating even more excitement. Their wicked plays continue without restraint. He has picked up her thong and put it on her face. Her wetness is still there and she smells the aroma of her own desire. Demi tries to push the thong away, but he turns her on her belly, holding her hands together on her back. And there she is, her face pushed in the wetness of her thong, her hands on her back, her anus gaping open. Her juices are not just flowing, they are gushing from her cunt. There is no way of escape when he skewers her ass to his sword, piercing her again and again. 

He wants her on her back again and removes her thong, crumpling it to a ball. He pushes the crumpled ball in her cunt and moves his lower body over to her head for some tender loving care. Following her natural instincts Demi almost automatically resists, although actually she doesn’t want to. Of course he overwhelms her resistance with his force and she has to allow him all the privileges of a conquering hero. Dutifully she cleans his sword, kisses his balls and descends to his dark dungeon. The scene changes; he removes the ball from her cunt and pushes the soaking wet thong in her ass. She is moaning loudly but unconcerned he enters her cunt. The fullness of her rectum pushes his prick forwards. More than ever she feels his cock rubbing against her clit. Her hips are coiling and cavorting in carnal delight, never experienced before. Her swollen soft-spot feels ready to burst as it is continually pleasured with each inward stroke.

Once again the scene changes. Carefully the thong is removed from her ass and before she knows it is pushed in her mouth. She groans in disgust, her eyes are popping out. He anticipates she will try to remove it so he pins her arms above her head. From somewhere beneath the mattress he finds a pair of handcuffs, clicking them around her wrists. They have a soft spongy inner lining, they don’t hurt but are making her helpless because they are fixed and she can’t move her hands at all. She feels the bed moving to the center of the room. He must have remote controls everywhere. The lights seem to shine brighter; she seems part of a show, an obscene show! 

She looks at the ceiling and suddenly she has the front seat of her own spectacle. The lowered mirror shows it all: a woman gagged with a white thong, part of an elastic band partly hanging from her mouth. Her legs are stretched out high, her feet pointed with her toes seemingly trying to touch the ceiling. Her thighs are spread widely with a man kneeling between them, just inserting his erection in the dark hole between her uptilt cheeks. Trying to escape, her movements let her breasts shudder and wobble, only increasing the excitement of her ravisher. Meanwhile cameras are recording at all her moves, all her muffled sounds. Demi can’t stand the mirror images of the spectacle; she is just the subject of an obscene peep-show. She closes her eye; she is almost suffocating and her bottom is on fire. Her gag is removed and her hands are free at last. Gasping for air she tries to recuperate, but is immediately arranged on her knees. Her gag is reinserted in her ass and then….

The script gave Demi a difficult time, certainly with some liberties I took to increase the fun. The star took it all like a champ, proving she really was a good sport. The ultimate spectacle was obscene enough, but the beauty of her body, the gracious elegance of her long legs, and the look of her thrilling breasts put it in a perversity class of its own. The moment I had her shredded thong in her ass again, I inserted my cock in her cunt from behind. With both of her holes filled, Demi must have felt double penetrated. 

I had hit her G-spot before but then I had fucked her ass and I had to reach out to score a hit. Now, with the gag in her ass and fucking her cunt from behind I was in a much better position to approach her front cunt wall. Demi was dazed and hot already but just to make sure I reached between her legs for her start button. I felt her melting away and then increasing her pace for the final stretch. With the benefit of my previous experience, I adjusted my angle and delivered the first of my hits.

Still gasping for air Demi barely knows what is happening to her. Can she maintain herself with all the sensations overflowing her? She is literally so full-filled. The stuffing of her backyard makes it all so perverse. When he starts moving slowly, it transports her to a never-never land she never visited before. The friction of his prick against the thin membrane separating her cunt from her ass makes her weep in delight. Her ‘aaaahs’ and ‘oooohs’ are becoming urgent pleas for more. Her frenzy shows in senseless movements like her toes curling and her fists banging.

Demi is unleashed like a rocket shooting off for the sky until it is bursting out in stars. It is not one big explosion as usual but several explosions each following the other like bombs hitting their designed area. Rocket after rocket are launched in the air. It is like the Independence Day Fireworks; never ending explosions, dazzling colors, blinding lights, rockets from all angles, mesmerizing changing fires. Demi takes hit after hit, her body vibrating, convulsing, and shaking under these torrential forces. She is just hanging on, desperately trying to survive. After an eternity, totally spent and exhausted, her body fades away in a dreamless sleep.

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When Demi awakes, it is pitch-dark; it must be deep into the night. She travels back in her mind, reflecting what just happened. The last orgasm, or better: the last salvo of orgasms was a shattering experience she couldn’t imagine possible. She muses everything that has happened wondering if she can go through something similar again. She cherishes her independence and her sexuality but there is a limit to what a girl can take. 

“It’is only sex… not love” 

She remembers the words she said that first night 

“The sex was fantastic.” She thinks, “but…”

Suddenly she starts to cry. Soft sobs at first, but soon it is getting worse.

“Is this a post-coital depression?”

She feels so confused. What was the reason she came? What did she expect? She feels no guilt but does she feels satisfaction? Did she really enjoy her new sexuality, all those orgasms? Her tears slowly start streaming down her cheeks. She feels his lips softly kissing her eyelids. Demi instinctively moves closer to him. He puts his arm around her, continuously kissing her wet face. It feels warm in his arms, his embrace so different from all he did so far. When his hand moves over her skin it feels soothing, quite different from his probing insisting fingers before. It doesn’t make her weeping any better.




Demi Moore Ch. 05



“What’s wrong with me?”

He kisses the tears from her cheek.

“Demi, it will be all right.”

Strange, she can’t remember when he called her by her first name. It must have been eons before. It is nice in his arms and she huddles even closer. She feels his hand roaming over her body. It gives her a fright, she wouldn’t survive another of his fucking sessions. But no, his hands feel so different this time, so comforting and tender. She slowly drifts away in the twilight between wake and sleep, basking in his comfortable warmth. 

“Welcome back.” He whispers when her eyes open again.

She sees him smile. That arrogant smile… suddenly it doesn’t seem so arrogant anymore. Would it be possible? Could he just be nice for a change, without demands, without a hidden agenda? She suddenly wants to kiss him, yet she hesitates. Not now... She doesn’t need to decide, because he is kissing her. It is a tender kiss again and she can’t help responding. It is not only a kiss of their lips; it is a kiss of their bodies, their arms, their legs and their breasts. They touch each other tenderly in slow protracted movements. Demi feels her sensitive parts getting aroused again. Her breasts, her nipples, her clit, her ass are still aching from the earlier sessions. Fear is creeping in. He will get her hot again, so hot, and then… what will he do to her, what will he let her do?

“Relax, you will be OK.” He whispers in her ear.

He is a refined seducer and can fine-tune her body like a musical instrument. How can she defend herself? His soft voice keeps reassuring her, supported by his soothing hands. Despite her fears Demi feels herself slip away.

“What am I doing? What am I doing?”

Yes, She is doing it! She is embracing him, kissing him, opening her legs for him and he is floating in. She feels it is different this time, slow and soft. No hard pounding but a slow undulating motion. It is nice and sweet. He kissing her, wet, comforting, and giving. Demi feels him moving inside of her, rhythmic but tender; a movement rolling along like soft rock music, enthralling her, mesmerizing her. It feels like she is floating on a wave, carrying her higher and higher. She never wants to come down again, but she doesn’t come down. She is floating even higher, and higher… Even when she thinks she has reached the top, the wave carries her on and on. No, there are no explosions. But the blue of the wave turns magically into all colors of the rainbow. Like the dancing, fountains of the Mirage change colors, offering a new sensation forever. What a magical sight! Breathtaking! Mind-boggling! It doesn’t seem to end. She doesn’t want this to end, never, never…

“Would this be love? Really?”

Is this a moment to weep?

“Happy Anniversary Darling”

“Happy Anniversary Darling?” That couldn’t be right. Unfortunately it was. I failed to mention it earlier, but my original script ended after I hit Demi’s G-spot a zillion times. I thought that would make a glorious end. Hubby, however, then told me he wrote another part to be added to the script. I thought it would make the movie too long but he insisted and, they were paying the bill. Hubby also wanted to replace me in the last part, so I had to handle the cameras. 

However, there was not much to see. They were mainly kissing and smooching, giggling and sweet-talking. In my opinion this wasn’t fucking, this was making love! It was pathetic. They were holding each other so close, I could kiss a nice penetration shot goodbye. It took them forever before they were seriously warmed up. For a woman as good as Demi it was a waste. When I left the set they were still whispering sweet nothings to each other.

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Epilogue

I never understood why this movie was made. What are the ways of the rich Superstars? Did they want to prove something to themselves or did they want to spice up their sex life? It might have worked because ten months later Demi and Hubby had their third child. I heard three cameramen were hired to tape the birth. Why wasn’t I surprised? Their marriage didn’t work at the end but Demi soon found a young replacement for Hubby. Good for her! Go for it, Demi!

What about me? I felt hurt, feeling like a hired stud just providing bedroom entertainment for the filthy rich. It was a heavy-duty job, and I suffered a painful occupational injury. The producer (I cannot reveal his name) told me all the profits went to charity. Don’t think I made any serious money. Already underpaid, I also was sworn to secrecy. Never can I publish anything about my role in this special movie. Except may be on a website like Literotica.com because then everyone will consider it fiction, the product of a vivid imagination.

Yes, I have a lousy job, but hey, somebody has to do it.

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