12 comments/ 66283 views/ 39 favorites Diplomat's Sex Life - Kate Upton By: StandingStone Breakfast. Shower. Driving to work. Nothing on that banal morning could have led Alex to believe his life was about to change completely. It was not that he was unhappy. Recently out of a dying relationship, a new job with the UK's embassy in America, he felt good about his future. He just had no idea how good it was about to get. Crossing the Potomac River as he drove toward Embassy Row and the Naval Observatory, in the shadow of which the British Embassy was nestled, Alex's mind turned toward the day ahead. A security briefing about the joint US-UK response to the civil war in Syria, a boring welcome for a trade delegation from Virginia that wanted to sell more to Britain....oh and a 'secret meeting' with his boss, Sir Bradley Urquhart. Sir Bradley had rung Alex very late the previous evening, to tell him to come to his office alone at the end of the next day. Sir Bradley wouldn't go into further details on the phone. That was hardly unexpected, diplomats lived in fear of wire-tapping from spies or over-eager journalists. But the ambassador's voice had been odd, almost conspirational with an undertone of anxiety Alex was not used to. Pulling into the embassy's driveway, Alex's heart sank as he saw a fleet of cars with Virginia plates already there. They had arrived. Alex drove Sir Bradley's meeting from his mind, took a deep breath and dove into his day. It passed much as he had thought. The Syrian briefing proved utterly wasteful, with the Pentagon unwilling to commit to sending any troops or even to help¬ finance a military presence by European allies. Alex had to plumb on the very depths of his professionalism to not tell Mr. James Barnett, from the Chamber of Commerce of Fairfax, Virginia that he could feed his report on livestock exports to that very same livestock for all he cared. He had almost forgotten about the 'secret meeting' and was counting the minutes to the end of the day when his phone rang. 'Sir?' he answered, snapping back to reality. 'Alexander.' Sir Bradley always insisted on using full names. A political intern at the British Council had been summarily fired when the ambassador caught her referring to him as Brad. 'Please come to my office, there's a good lad.' The ambassador's office was a confused affair, a mixture of Victorian architecture and garish pop art, Warhol meets Constable. Politely ignoring the décor as ever, Alexander entered and took a seat on a painfully rigid wooden chair as the paunchy Sir Bradley waddled in from his private study. 'Ah, Alexander, good, welcome.' Alex had been working in the embassy for three months but could not get over how truly hideous the ambassador was. A kind and wise man, with a rare gift for diplomacy, but his sunken features, short, jowly physique and slight hunch made him stand out in attractive and well-groomed Washington diplomatic corps. 'What can I do for you, sir?' asked Alexander, still anxious to get home. 'Patience, my lad.' Sir Bradley hopped up onto his velours leather chair with difficulty and fiddled in a drawer for a long moment, eventually heaving a large file onto the desk and flipping it open. 'Now, this is the situation. Although you were sent out here as a political attaché, a matter of some urgency has come up which we require you to handle. It seems that certain famous women in this country have been receiving unwanted attention from one of our British citizens.' 'A stalker, sir?' 'Well, this is the thing. These women have been receiving very and highly personalized information concerning their everyday movements. Pictures, emails, letters detailing where they were, who they were with and what they were doing.' 'But surely any paparazzi is also privy to that information if he follows them, sir?' 'Well, not exactly, you see. This information relates to matters which the press had no way of accessing. Personal medical records, interior decoration, even sleeping patterns. Police were warned but since no threats have been made, per se, they're not interested. So we would like you to go out to California, or wherever these women are, and investigate.' Alex was aghast. He was a political operative and diplomat, trained for the parry-riposte of inside the Beltway international relations, not to serve as a lapdog to paranoid Hollywood celebrities. He was about to vehemently voice his concern when Sir Bradley slipped a picture out from the folder. 'Now, are you familiar with Katherine Upton?' Alex's anger was instantly quenched. He was indeed familiar with Kate Upton, if not in person, then from a hundred late night Internet searches and countless sessions of self-abuse. He was so caught aback he must have looked hopelessly confused to Sir Bradley. 'Evidently not. Miss Upton is a successful American model, 20 years old, with a burgeoning career. She has appeared for such publications as Vogue and Sports Illustrated. Anyway, we were contacted by her management who are at their wit's end to find out what's going on. For the last six weeks, she has been receiving packages containing a lot of information about her personal life, but private investigators, bodyguards and the like have turned up nothing. You are to head out to New York where you will be residing with Miss Upton until you root out whoever is behind this.' On the one hand, the thought of sorting out a celebrity's trash was Alex's idea of a very-well designed personal circle of hell. On the other, it was Kate Upton. She of the Dougie. She of the Cat Daddy. She of the Sports Illustrated cover. She of the Culo book. She of the unholy Vogue Germany video. But Sir Bradley wouldn't have factored this in. 'Sir, am I being punished for something? This is not exactly in my common line of work.' Sir Bradley raised an eyebrow. He rarely tolerated any form of dissent, however jovial he initially appeared to be. 'Well, that's precisely it. This is not a common line of work. You are a diplomat, you must ready to protect and represent the realm's finest citizens but also bar the way to nefarious acts by Her Majesty's more nefarious subjects. I know this may seem a crushing bore, Alexander, but you are young, well-adapted to life in America and arguably the sharpest lad on staff. See this as a distraction from the trappings of power.' I rather like the trappings of power, thought Alex as he walked out of the office. But still, a week with Kate Upton couldn't be all bad. Granted, from interviews, she didn't seem to be the brightest tool in the shed. But let's face it, nobody looked at Kate Upton for her brains. Three days later, Alex's car pulled up at a fancy apartment building on Manhattan's 32nd street. Kate Upton's apartment was in a central but not super-elite area of New York, but the location was a sign she had aspirations to move up in the world and up the island to a swankier postcode. His assigned driver, a portly, middle-weight and asthmatic Sri Lankan called Srinath, opened the door for him. 'Shall I wait for you here, Mr. Dale?' 'Thank you, Srinath. And I told you to call me Alex. Listen, I should be a couple of hours. You can wait at the coffee house on the corner.' Alex got out, dusted down his freshly pressed suit and walked up to the door. The buzz was quickly met with a young female voice with a Florida twang. 'Yes?' 'Good morning, Miss Upton. It's Alex Dale here from the British Embassy.' Alex's voice was hoarse. That was odd, he thought, I'm nervous. He had faced down senators and ambassadors but the thought of the blonde sex kitten whose flat he was about to enter made him feel powerless. He consoled himself by thinking that any man would be. 'Ah, yes. Come up right away.' The buzzer opened the door and Alex made his way to the top floor penthouse. The lifts opened onto a very brightly lit corridor and Alex's eyes took a second to adapt. When they regained focus, a vision of paradise awaited him. Framed as if in a portrait by the door of her apartment, Kate Upton stood, clad in a white t-shirt and pantsuit. Alex swallowed audibly. The fabric of her t-shirt was strained by her voluptuous bosom, the tops of which were peeked out cheekily. The nipples were hidden by her blazer but it was clear she was not wearing a bra. Her hair fell about her shoulders in a carefully arranged disheveled manner and her eyes shone above a dazzling smile. The consummate professional, Alex composed himself immediately and walked over to shake her hand. 'Miss Upton, delighted to meet you. Alex Dale.' She shook his hand with a firm grip, telling of a perfectly toned body. 'Thank you so much for coming. We didn't know what to do. Do come in.' He followed her in but as she turned to close the door, he could not help noticing how snug her white cotton trousers were around the sexiest bottom he had ever seen. Her apartment was lovely if minimal, although Alex noticed a set of old pull-cord curtains with a heavy tasseled rope falling to one side and an odd African fertility sculpture. As they sat, drinking coffee, Kate lounged back on her couch, stretching herself out in an almost feline way as they spoke. 'So can you tell me exactly what the situation has been?' 'I can't tell you much more than what was in the briefing my management prepared for you. About six weeks ago, and since then every week, a package has been left on my doorstep. It had no message, no letter, no demands, nothing. It simply contained pictures that nobody should have been able to take. Of me in my home, at my manager's office at IMG Models, on closed sets for various shoots. This has kept happening, it is very violating but it seems the packages contained nothing that could be used to incriminate the person. Even the CCTV cameras outside on the street didn't show anybody suspect entering the building.' 'Well, perhaps I'll see something someone else other people missed.' With a trained eye, Alex spent the best part of an hour, going over the pictures and the boxes they were sent in. At the end of it, he was thoroughly stumped. No fingerprints, no handwriting, no messages, nothing that could be used to trace the packages anyway. He was however not certain he was in possession of all his faculties. Some of the pictures were astonishingly intimate. Nothing compromising, no sex acts caught on camera, just shots of Kate living life at home, walking around in underwear, asleep on the couch, or on the phone. Alex was already very familiar with Kate's body from her photo shoots but seeing her in her natural surroundings, relaxing at home, without photographers on her, she seemed infinitely sexier. The way her breasts seemed to defy the laws of physics. The curve of her ass as it rounded and fell towards her leg. He was breathing fairly heavily when he was done. Thankfully, Kate was out of the room. Or so he had thought. As he put the papers down and rubbed his eyes, he caught Kate looking at him from the door to her bedroom, cradling a cup of tea. She had taken off her suit jacket, and one of her breasts was pushed up against the door frame, making it billow over the top of her t-shirt. As the steam rose from her tea, a wry smile came across her face. 'How's it going, Alex?' Alex could scarcely breathe. 'I can find nothing so far. If you allow me, I'll take these documents home and investigate them further.' 'I'm afraid not. There are pictures of me there that are very private. I wouldn't want them accidentally getting out.' She came over, put her cup down and took the folder gently out of Alex's hands and dumped it back on the table. 'You're welcome to work here as much as you like.' Alex was acutely aware that his face was inches from hers. Her blonde hair smelled of guava, and kiwi, and pineapple and her blue eyes glistened as her upturned face looked up at him. When he looked back at that moment in the weeks and months ahead, he realized that something snapped deep within him then, something that he would never want to mend. For years, he had been condition toward a certain ideal, one he wanted to achieve but that had prevented him from living life fully, denying himself most indulgences. He had applied himself through school and university, sacrificed to climb the ranks of the Foreign Office, leaving little time for distractions. No more. Grabbing Kate under the bottom, he lifted her up swiftly. She yelped in surprise and her arms clung to his shoulders to steady herself. She had no not protest though as her legs immediately wrapped around his lower back. Slamming her firmly against the wall, his lips found hers, his tongue snaked inside her warm mouth as his fingers kneaded her firm little ass through her white trousers. Alex's mind raced but he could not settle on any one thought. He was kissing Kate Upton, one of the most desirable in the world. He could feel her large breasts mashed up against his chest. Her tight yet soft bottom was resting in the palm of his hands, each cheek a semi-circle of perfection, while his middle finger rode up her crack. Her arms moved to the back of his head, forcing him closer to her as they kissed. Their tongues lashed at each other as if they were dueling knights, seeking a killing blow. She moaned softly into his mouth, turning him on even more if that was possible. His penis went from zero to a hundred 0.3 seconds, straining painfully through his boxers and suit trousers. Finally breaking the kiss, a thin trail of saliva linking their lips, Kate looked at him with pure lust. 'God, that felt good. Listen, how about we take this to the bedroom?' Wiggling free, Kate dropped to the floor, slipped a hand into his belt and motioned toward the door. 'Trust me, you're not going anywhere for a while.' Alex followed, his penis pointing exactly where they were going. 'I have no plan to.' He wanted to ask many questions. Why him? She could have any guy in the world she wanted. What if he didn't measure up? Wasn't this a huge conflict of interest? All of these were driven from his mind the second he entered the bedroom. A huge four-poster bed dominated the large friendly room, with bay windows letting sunshine stream in. Two well-tended green plants gave the air a fresh, leafy smell. But what grabbed Alex's attention was the large box of sex toys next to the bed. Dildos, anal beads, ropes, handcuffs, a feather boa, Kate Upton's bedroom was very well-equipped for some seriously kinky fun. Kate followed his gaze and cracked a laugh. 'I see my collection caught your eye.' Recovering his wits slowly, Alex nodded. 'You have to admit, it's not what I was expecting walking into my first celebrity bedroom.' 'True, but the minute I saw you, I knew I'd be fucking you so I didn't see the point in hiding them.' Alex never knew what possessed him to say 'What if I'd refused?' Kate walked over and gave him a kiss that made his knees buckle. 'Oh, please. Now, sit on the edge of the bed. Also, do you have any appointments for the next six hours. No? Good.' Alex complied as Kate walked a few feet away and turned her back to him. Bending over, she presented him with her cloth-covered ass, its cheeks perfectly outlined. Peeking round at him, she playfully asked, 'Like what you see?' Alex could only nod. Her hands moved to her waist to undo her trouser button before she slowly pulled down her slacks over her ass. Alex could not believe his eyes. As the inches of tantalizingly delicious flesh were revealed, covered only by the skimpiest of green lace thongs, her ass bounced a little when completely freed from the trousers. Bounced. It actually bounced. By this point, Alex's hard-on was actually painful so he quickly slipped off his suit, leaving him in his shirt and boxers. Kate tutted at him. 'Don't you dare touch that dick. I want it perfect and ready when I fuck you into submission.' Alex had to sit on his hands to stop them from instinctively jacking himself off so hard his foreskin would rip in two. Walking back to the bed, Kate then dropped to her knees between his legs. Her breasts were so large and snug they actually rubbed against the inside of his thighs while she looked up at him. He pressed in with his legs, feeling the soft bounty within Kate's shirt give way slightly. 'God, I can't wait to get my hands on those,' he murmured. Kate laughed, a high twinkling laugh that was somehow half innocent, half slutty. 'Oh, honey, your hands, your mouth, your dick, you're going to get them on every single part of me you want.' As she spoke, her hands grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head in one swift move. Alex almost ruined everything by coming in his boxers right then. They were simply too perfect. Kate had tantalized her fans for several years with ever more revealing shoots that showed her cupping her breasts, in shirts with overflowing cleavage, or even in wet T-shirts with her breasts almost fully defined. But never had Alex imagined the true heavenly perfection of Kate Upton's boobs, naked and in the flesh. He knew they were a 34D but that was just a meaningless number to him now. The swell as they rose and fell with Kate's breaths would have made the Pope forswear his vows. They were large on her slender and yet fit perfectly. She giggled to see him spell-bound and they bounced again, small ripples playing across their surface for a couple of seconds. The tiny pink nipples on top and small, pale aureolas only made them more delectable. Alex could no longer control himself. Reaching forward, he softly palmed a handful of titty flesh in each hand and slowly kneaded it, making Kate moan softly under her breath. They were even better than he imagined. Their weight rested in his palms as he lifted them from underneath and let them fall, mesmerized by their swaying. Kate was moaning more heavily, her eyes half-closed. Suddenly, she was on him. Her mouth clasped to his, she pushed herself on the bed next to him and forced him on top of her. Alex got rid of his boxers and T-shirt in the exchange, kicking them off the red sheets that covered the bed. Coming up for air, he looked at Kate with pure lust and said: 'This is the greatest day of my life.' 'You have no idea how good it's going to get yet,' Kate replied. Placing one hand on each side of her boobs, she pressed them together creating a beautiful mountain of boobage, with a nice cavern nestling in their middle. 'Get in there.' Alex couldn't believe it. 'You want me to titfuck you?' Kate nodded, looking angelic as she did. 'I want you to slide your big cock in between my boobs, grab them and fuck them as hard as you want. I want you to look down at me while you do that, and realize that you are doing what every man fantasizes about and I chose you. I want to see your face twisted with pleasure while you fuck my boobs. I want to lick the tip of your dick every time it pokes out from between my breasts. I want to feel your balls tighten against my chest. Then, I want you to scream while you come like a fire hydrant between my tits and in my mouth as I deepthroat you. How does that sound?' Alex was utterly incapable of speech but nodded his consent. As Kate squeezed her huge books into position and rubbed a small amount of mint lube on them, Alex slid up her body and kneeled over her, his ass resting on her stomach. His rock hard penis stood at attention and Kate seemed to approve as she gave it a welcome kiss before Alex steered it between her tits. The sensation as Kate closed her breasts around his dick, making it completely disappear from view, was unlike anything he had ever felt. Every part of his dick was in heaven. He began fucking her breasts softly, with Kate's tongue snaking out to lick the tip on every thrust as she had promised. She was propped up on some pillows and the lube formed a natural path for his dick to slide through the tunnel of her tits, ride up her chin and into her mouth for a second before sliding back out. Diplomat's Sex Life - Kate Upton Ch. 02 It was a few minutes later that Alex Dale reflected his life had changed immeasurably that day, mostly in very positive ways since he was now engaging in devious sex acts with one of the most desirable women in the world. Of course, the fact that he was naked and facing a wall with his equally naked, middle-aged and chubby driver next to him was a mild shock. He thought back to what had just happened. He had just had a mind-blowing orgasm, after fucking the tits and mouth of Kate Upton in a frenzy, when they had caught Srinath, that bloody peeping Tom, masturbating furiously from the entrance to the bedroom. Tired of waiting for his charge, Srinath had gone upstairs to find him. Finding the door unlocked, he let himself in to hear the distinctive sounds of people in the throes of passion. He peeked round the bedroom door to find Alex, sitting on top of an insanely beautiful woman (Srinath had no idea who Kate Upton was), and getting what looked like a very appealing blowjob. Unable to resist this vision of heaven, after 20 years of a loveless marriage, he had whipped his own dick out. When he got caught, he was about to scurry off to the car, thinking he would surely lose his job. But Kate had called him back, and offered him to join them. In so doing, Alex realized, she had gone from being the horny sex bomb he thought she was to the sluttish schlong-devourer he now knew her to be. Srinath had accepted gladly, despite Alex's vehement protestations. What was about to happen to him, though, put Srinath out of his mind. 'OK, boys, get up against that wall and show me those asses,' said Kate, as she finished wiping off the remnants of Alex's orgasm from her face and breasts. Srinath looked puzzled. 'Aren't we going to fuck?' Kate came up to him and embraced him. Taking his head in her hands, she brought it down to her chest where he immediately began sucking on her nipples. She threw her head back and squealed in pleasure. 'You brought a nice friend for us, Alex. Don't worry, Srinath, of course we're going to fuck. But first, I'm going to give you both rimjobs. I can't wait to taste your salty, sweaty asses and balls.' 'What is a rimjob?' asked Srinath, coming up for air from his boob buffet. That was what had led the two men to be naked, facing the walls of Kate's bedroom, bent forward with their hands on the wall. Kate, still breathtaking in her nudity, knelt down behind them both and slapped their asses playfully. 'Now, Srinath, you were wondering what a rimjob was? Let me show you.' Where Alex's ass was reasonably toned, Srinath's bottom was as he was, overweight and flabby, with a distinct odour. This did not bother Kate the least as she kissed and licked her way across both of his cheeks, leaving a glistening trail of saliva as she went on the brown skin. She ran a finger down his ass crack, taking off some of his sweat and sucked it into her mouth longingly. 'You taste amazing, Srinath, I'm going to enjoy you.' Srinath tried to protest, still awe-struck. 'But..but..this is not...oh...this is not.' He was cut short when Kate suddenly parted his cheeks wide and dove in, beginning to lightly kiss all around his asshole. Srinath's legs almost buckled under him as he moaned audibly. 'Oh Ram, this is....oh.' His words morphed into an indistinct gurgle of pleasure as he put his head down and closed his eyes, fully absorbed in getting his anal ring feasted on. Kate reached into the basket of toys by the bed and pulled out a little, tighly coiled spring. 'What's that for?' asked Alex. 'Look and see,' came the reply. Spreading Srinath's ass cheeks as far as she could, she then placed the spring between them. It tensed fully, holding them firmly apart, exposing his entire assflesh to the air but freeing her hands. Her left hand reached around Srinath's waist and began gently tugging on his rock hard dick, while her right hand cupped and massaged his balls gently. She then began gently licking all around his anus without touching it directly, cleaning up the accumulated scum from the three days that Srinath had not showered. Srinath's dirty and pungent butt seemed to arouse Kate all the more and Alex noticed that her shaven twat was dripping wet, with droplets falling onto the carpet beneath her knees. Finally, her craving to taste ass itself overpowered her. Making Srinath wiggle in pleasure, she worked one finger into his tight anal ring, widening it just enough to allow her tongue. 'Oh fuck, Miss Upton, fuck, fuck,' She pulled her finger out, it was coated in a thin sheen liquid which she sucked off it nosily. Srinath was still swearing uncontrollably as Kate's supple tongue wound itself an inch inside him, finally fully tasting what it had been seeking. Ass. Alex couldn't believe how Kate was degrading herself. Well, degrading may not have been the right word. She was in command of the situation and was clearly blowing Srinath's mind because she could. Perhaps she simply enjoyed having any man she wanted. Slightly bored at waiting his turn, Alex left the wall and moved behind Kate. Her sopping wet pussy seemed so inviting as he ran two fingers through it, bringing them up to his mouth to taste her heavenly juices. Kate moaned inside Srinath's ass and Alex took this for a sign of approbation. Without further ado, he placed his cock at the entrance to her axe-wound and slid inside, slowly, ever so slowly, allowing himself to savour every delightful inch of her pussy consuming his cock. As he was about half-way in, the impatient Kate clamped down with her pussy muscles and drew him inside, embedding him up to her cervix. 'Holy shit,' Alex breathed loudly. It seemed as if Kate Upton's vagina was alive. Its walls rippled across his cock like a tongue, every slight bump defined against the extremely sensitive skin of his shaft. He took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling and watch the show of Srinath wriggling against the wall as Kate reamed out his ass. She was now fucking his asshole with her tongue, but with each penetration, she would sweep her tongue clockwise or counter clockwise, ensuring every nerve ending he had was stimulated and every bit of scum she could reach was cleaned. Her hand was firmly massaging Srinath's dangling balls which were visibly beginning to tighten up as the driver panted heavily. Kate detached her mouth from Srinath's butt and looked over her shoulder at Alex. Her hair was splayed out around her shoulders and she looked like a vision from heaven. Unable to wait any longer, Alex got a good grip on her hips and began driving into her doggy-style, making Kate scream with pleasure. She quickly returned to Srinath's ass, slipped her tongue inside him once again after licking up his entire crack and used the power of Alex's thrusts to drive her tongue further up Srinath's butt. It was not long before Srinath felt the need to fuck some part of Kate. Whirling round, he grabbed the sides of her face and slid his cock into her mouth. Kate hungrily gobbled down his dick as Srinath began fucking her face in time with Alex's thrusts into her pussy. The position was slightly awkward so Alex forced Kate to a standing position, keeping her bent at the waist so she wouldn't allow an inch of Srinath's dick to escape its throaty prison. The two men found a natural balance as they fucked the living daylights out of the top model. Whenever she rocked back, her asscheeks pressed firmly against Alex's stomach and his dick bottomed out inside her, sending waves of pleasure radiating out inside her. He then sent her rocking forward, forcing her mouth further down Srinath's thick penis, making her deepthroat it until his balls were pressed up on her chin. Kate was clearly loving this rough tag-teaming as her moans became louder and louder. She knew better than to waste saliva by swallowing it so Srinath's dick was coated and wet, allowing him to slide into her warm and willing throat with ease. Her pussy was a mini-Niagara, her juices trickling down her legs. Alex's brain was on fire, unwilling to accept the sensations pulsating down his dick as he fucked Kate. Kate allowed Srinath's dick to drop for a second to say: 'I have a fun idea for a position, boys. Both of you go stand on the bed.' Alex and Srinath complied, curious to see what Kate had in mind. They stared at each for a second, the young British diplomat and the portly Sri Lankan driver, and a smirk came across both their faces. 'Pleasure working with you, sir.' 'Same to you.' They exchanged a brief handshake as Kate lay down in between them and brought her legs up as high as she could, exposing her pussy and ass to Alex. 'Now, Alex, I want you to stand over me and piledrive me.' Alex got in position and immediately realized Kate had not specified which hole she wanted him to fuck. Her little asshole seemed to be winking at him in anticipation. Following his gaze, Kate giggled and began puckering her rear iris, allowing it to open and contract slightly, inviting Alex in. Using three fingers, Alex scooped some juices from Kate's pussy and twisted them gently into Kate's ass, causing her to shiver. 'Glad you got the idea.' Alex gripped the inside of Kate's thighs as he entered her rear passage to sodomize her. Kate's eyes closed for a second and she bit her bottom lip, enjoying the feel of being penetrated. She then looked at Srinath and said: 'Now, why don't you get on your knees either side of my face and piledrive me from this end.' Srinath laughed. 'You really are a cock-sucking slut. You haven't gone more than a few minutes without a cock down your throat.' Kate nodded. 'Nothing gives me greater pleasure. Now, I know you're about ready to come. Get on with it.' Falling to his knees, Srinath sat on Kate's face and nestled his ass on her hair. She could no longer see anything but his flabby butt as he began to feed her his cock. It slid down her gullet perfectly, her mouth wide open as she moved in rhythm with Alex's fucking of her. Srinath grabbed her chin and started fucking her face as fast as he could, her whole frame trapped by the two men weighing down on top of her. Alex could not believe how arousing he felt the whole thing, the vision of this babe giving herself so willingly to two virtual strangers. Her ass was ecstatically tight as she took his shaft without any problem, her asshole contracting and widening as he fucked her, seemingly tailor-made to give him maximum pleasure. With every thrust, he quite literally bottomed out inside her, feeling the depths of her anal cavity offering themselves completely to him. Hearing Srinath's moans getting louder and louder, Alex looked up from the mesmerizing sight of Kate's boobs, flailing about wildly and unrestrained as her body was mercilessly abused. She held her head absolutely still and barely gagged as Srinath savaged her warm mouth. The driver was clearly approaching the vinegar strokes. Sitting up slightly, he tilted Kate's head back so he had a more direct fucking canal into her throat and he rested his heavy balls inside her eye sockets. 'You feel those, Kate? You feel my balls on your eyes. I'm about to cum inside your little mouth and you are going to feel the semen flow from my balls into your stomach. As the weight on your eyes gets lighter, you are going to be drinking everything I give you. You got that?' Kate made a moan of pleasure and satisfaction at that notion and gave Srinath an extra sensuous lick. This set the fat man off and he began screaming as an orgasm ripped through him. He kept Kate's head in rigid place as he buried his shaft into her throat, trying to force as much of himself into her. He began ejaculating heavily inside her, shooting his come straight into her body. Alex could see Kate's throat working as she swallowed as much as she could. Srinath seemed to be in the midst of an unending orgasm as he pumped out years of sexual frustration into this American girl. Kate's eyes were swamped by his balls but these were visibly emptying as Srinath rode out this eternal orgasm. The sounds coming from Kate's mouth showed how much she was enjoying this. Sated at last, Srinath began pulling back, not a drop of come leaking from Kate's mouth as she swirled his head around her mouth, licking every trace of semen from his bulbous head. She swallowed noisily one last time and came up for air, her eyes shining and a huge smile on her face. 'That was fucking delicious. Srinath, your semen tastes divine.' She was looking at the driver as if she was almost in love with him. Meanwhile, Alex could feel her body trembling under him as he buggered her senseless. His own orgasm was fast approaching and he warned Kate of his impending flood. Kate reached up and grabbed him around the neck. 'Come inside me. Release yourself completely. I swear that will set me off to. Come for me, now, don't hold back.' Her encouragement tipped him over the edge and his second orgasm of the day overwhelmed him. His dick was as deep as it could go inside her ass and he lost all control, fucking her as hard as ever as he screamed and his semen came pouring out of him. Kate pulled his head down to her bosom and he felt her breasts envelop his face as she began to come with him. The feeling of these men's come invading her entire body was too much for the highly sexually charged Kate Upton who arched her back as she came. 'Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck.' She couldn't stop swearing as her orgasm went on and on, she called Alex and Srinath gods of sex, the best fucks she'd ever had, she wanted them to dominate her for the rest of her days. To see her in such wild abandon only egged Alex on who fucked her even more, although he had nothing left in the tank. Srinath was sitting with his legs either side of Kate's face and she nuzzled back under him, hungry to taste his ass again. Eventually, their orgasms subsided and the three collapsed on top of each other, Srinath French kissing Kate while Alex nuzzled her perfect breasts before they fell asleep in a pile of flesh. A few hours later, Srinath had gone back to the car but not before getting his chance to fuck Kate properly. She had been making tea for them in the kitchen but Srinath had snuck in, lifted her dressing gown and taken her from behind, making them both come one last time. Alex was idly leafing through the album of clues that Kate had provided him but it was useless and they both knew it. 'Don't worry, Alex, it was a long shot.' Kate smiled at him as she played with his hair. 'This is really weird. I've never been stumped like this. I'm sorry, I can't help more. But my boss did say that he had targeted several celebrities. I bet something more useful will turn up.' Kate laughed. 'You gonna fuck them like you did me?' 'Hey, you fucked me, remember? I wouldn't have dared.' 'Well, be daring in future. Now, off you go.' She moved him to the door before asking: 'So, where you off to next?' Alex thumbed through his phone. He had another celebrity appointment that afternoon. 'Disney star and the ex-girlfriend of Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez. Gotta run.' Diplomat's Sex Life - Kate Upton Alex tilted his head back and roared with pleasure, all his stress, all his worries, all his fears lifting as he was titfucked by Kate Upton. He thought of how every photographer who had snapped her, every runner who had fetched her coffee, every man who had jacked off to her online would give their right nut to swap places with him right now. 'Kate, this isn't happening to me. This is a dream.' She giggled and gave his penis a particularly long and wet suck as it popped up. 'It's all true, lover boy, and there's a lot more to come.' Growing in confidence and desire, he took Kate's magnificent bosom in his own hands, his palms cupping the sides of them and squeezing them around his dick, and his fingers resting on top, rolling her nipples around, making her gasp. He began moving faster and faster, letting the minty tingle of the lube mix with the sheer pleasure of Kate's tits weighing on his deck. Her wet, agile little mouth had several tricks in the second it had with his cock on each thrust. Sometimes, she licked across the head, but also probed softly under his foreskin, or grabbed it with her lips, allowing it to pop out sexily. Delirious with pleasure, Alex mashed her boobs together as much as he could, putting maximum pressure on his cock. Kate smiled as he began thrusting as powerfully as he could, his dick entering an inch or two into her mouth and driving her back into the headboard as she continued sucking him. Her tits were are a blur as Alex rocked them up and down all over his cock. He began feeling a churning deep within his balls as the pleasure swelled within them. Kate grabbed his ass firmly and looked up at him, letting his dick drop from her mouth for a second. 'Feel like coming in my mouth?' Alex could barely nod. 'Fuck my face,' said Kate firmly before opening her mouth wide and swallowing his dick whole, deepthroating it in one move. Staying in the same position on the cushions, she took Alex's hands from around her breasts and clasped them around the back of her head, motioning for him to thrust and fuck her mouth, throat and face. Alex felt her soft blonde hair splayed out like a halo on the pillow beneath her. He worked his hands through it, caressing her scalp as he did so, until all his fingers were splayed out and had a firm grip on the back of her head. She looked up at him, expectantly, those beautiful eyes boring into his soul, seemingly existing only for his sexual release. Her mouth was open wide, her tongue out, ready to give his dick the wet and warm welcome it craved. He knew that he would soon cover that entire beautiful vision with his own semen. He could feel churning within his balls, demanding the ejaculation and orgasm that was about to rip through him. Pausing for a second to breathe in, he placed the head of his wet dick on the tip of her tongue, allowing the flavor of his pre-cum, mixed with the mint lube, to enter every one of her taste buds, to invade her entire mouth. 'Taste it, taste what you do to me, you little minx.' Kate closed her eyes and let herself savour the flavor, rolling his dick around her mouth. 'I love the taste of dick. It's insane how turned on I get. It's the feeling of being dominated but knowing a guy is completely at my mercy that I love. Mmmm, I can't stop sucking you.' Alex let Kate entertain herself for a while, bobbing her head up and down on his manhood. Then, gripping her head even tighter, he impaled her face onto his dick. He threw his hips forward, forcing his entire length inside her tight throat. Kate barely gagged, suppressing the reflex, and moaned audibly with delight as her nose was pressed hard into his pubic hair, sending vibrations of pleasure rippling up and down his cock. Alex held her there, making her breathe through her nose as her throat opened slowly to accommodate him and her tongue lashed at his shaft, coating it with her saliva. He was in heaven, his dick being deep-throated by a sex bomb the likes of which he had never dreamed he would ever get. He began thrusting in and out slowly, his dick and Kate Upton's face moving together. He never let himself completely leave her mouth, forcing her to constantly suck, lick and nibble at him. She swallowed him time and time again with no effort, her warm throat acting as a nest for his dick as he fucked her face. 'God, Kate, this is insane. Your throat was born to get fucked.' As his pleasure grew, he began fucking her face progressively harder and harder until his dick was almost a blur. The sounds coming from her throat drove him mad as she struggled to match his speed. She paused for a second to say: 'Go for it.' Moving his hands to grasp two big fistfuls of her beautiful hair, he kept his cock motionless and began pistoning her head up and down top of it, causing her to visibly gag this time, her throat not getting a moment's respite. She never stopped devoting herself to his big pleasure. Her tongue was like an electric eel, darting all over his length. When he was deep inside her, she would slide it along the underside of his shaft, tickling every vein, before lapping gently licking his ball sack as it rested on her chin. Occasionally, he would give her a moment to rest while enjoying the spectacle of seeing Kate Upton with his dick down her mouth, her make-up running as her eyes watered and her tongue stretching to reach his wrinkly testicles. After a few minutes, he felt that tingle in his balls approaching the point of no return. 'Kate, I'm so close, I'm going to come inside your mouth.' Lifting her head from his dick, she looked at him deeply and said words he would never forget. 'Drown me in your sperm, Alex, leave me dripping in it,' before going right back to giving him the best deepthroat blowjob ever given in the history of the world. Those words tipped Kevin right over the edge. He gripped Kate's head harder than ever as he screamed with pleasure. The orgasm coursed through his entire body, his dick on absolute fire as the first three blasts of the thickest semen he had ever released shot straight down Kate's throat into her stomach. He pulled half out of her mouth, nutting a big drop of come on her tongue, which she eagerly swallowed down, loving the texture, the taste and its pungent smell. As he pulled out completely, his dick spasming as more come boiled up inside it, she whispered: 'Come on, Alex, all over my face and tits.' She pushed her tits up together and opened her mouth, creating a canvas of sex for Alex to draw on as he liked. His next cum blast thrummed across her face and landed in her hair, plastering two strands to her forehead. He aimed the tip of his dick at her eyes, swamping them both with his cream and making her eyelids stick together. He let one blast drop along the bridge of her nose, impregnating her nostrils with the familiar smell of his semen, so she would never forget it. He let his dick trail along the famous freckle, on the right side of her face, and across her lips. 'More, I want more,' she pleaded, her voice desperate for more cum. She grabbed his dick and gave it a couple of long, hard sucks, making his knees almost buckle as he panted for breath. She then wrapped it and his balls completely in her breasts, and began pumping them as hard as she could, seeking to force every drop from his balls out into the sticky mess of her cleavage. Alex was screaming without respite now. 'Oh Lord, I'm coming so hard, this is insane. Kate, you're a fucking animal.' His penis was moving alone now, thrashing inside its bosomy prison, releasing its man-juice all over her breasts. As the semen hose began to die down, she opened up her breasts, allowing its final ejaculation to give her a perfect pearl necklace. Alex breathed long and hard as he recovered from an orgasm that made him feel like all the other sex he had ever had was just practice. Looking over at Kate Upton naked below him, she was a vision of beauty and sluttiness, her face a mask of a one-man bukkake. She was literally dowsed in his semen from her hair to her tits. Her tongue darted about her mouth, feeding on his dick's trail wherever it could reach it. Her tits were a river of semen, her hair was covered in white globules and he could barely see her eyes, because of the quantity of cum he had unleashed inside her sockets. The one thing he could see was her huge million-dollar smile, indicating that she felt as truly content as she had been truly ravished. 'Alex, there's a towel in the box by my bed. Can you grab it?' she said, flicking a bit of semen out her eye. Passing her the towel, she wiped herself down, leaving only the cum in her hair that was too matted to get out and inside her nose, as if she wanted to keep the smell of it intact. 'Well, that was a big, big load you just fed to me. Well done,' she laughed. 'It's not every day I get to fuck someone like you.' 'You haven't fucked me yet, big boy.' Alex was amazed to feel himself stiffening almost immediately. His dick was proving a loyal friend indeed this day. 'Well, I'm sure we can fix that right away.' Kate gave him the wickedest smile he could have imagined from her. 'Not quite yet. First, I need you to get on all fours and brace yourself against the headboard.' 'What? What on earth for?' Kate extended a finger and traced the length of his dick, moving past his balls, down his ass crack and stopping at his asshole. Tickling it softly, she made him squirm. 'Why, Alex, don't be selfish. You've had your fun, I'm going to have mine. I want to taste that delicious ass of yours.' Before Alex's brain could process what Kate Upton had just told him, they both heard a muffled groan from the doorway across the room. Both of them turned to see Srinath, Alex's driver, his trousers around his ankles and his hand furiously wanking a surprisingly large penis. 'SRINATH! What the FUCK are you doing here?' yelled Alex, outraged that anything could come to spoil his perfect day. Srinath mumbled an apology and bent down to pick up his trousers when Kate's voice stopped him. 'Don't be mean, Alex. Srinath, I'm Kate Upton, if you like, I'd love to eat your ass too.'