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Denise Richards

By: Primer_Cord



Authors Note:

I don't know if anyone knows this, but Denise Richards is still a very sexy lady. I chose her for the role of the teacher because I think her sexuality (prevalent in most her movies) is very upgradeable.

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"That performance was a great," the voice came at me forcefully through the din of the bar.

"Yeah?" I smiled, not bothering to turn around, "Was it enough to make you want to throw your panties on stage?" 

It was a bold line, and it had worked once or twice on the young club-goes that sometimes spilled over into the bar.

"Yeah, made we wish I hadn't left them at home," 

That got my attention. I spun towards the mysterious, flirtatious voice and was struck dumbfounded.

"Ms. Richards? Holy shit!" 

A look of confusion clouded her face, then dawning surprise, then finally reproach. She had been my twelfth grade Phys-ed instructor.

"Oh my god," she put her left hand to her face, trying to hide her embarrassment (no ring), "I can't believe I just told you I'm not wearing any panties."

"Hey, hey" I widened my arms in a distant greeting, "I'm not wearing any either. My psychic tells me it messes with my mojo."

A second of stone, then a breathless smile.

Oh god, she still had it.

Two years ago, back when I was eating paper bag lunches and playing Grand Theft Auto on my PSP when I was supposed to be doing math problem, Ms. Denise Richards had been my sexual fantasy. I don't feel weird to admit it now; I'm not even ashamed to admit that I also had a crush on my second grade teacher either. At the time they had both seemed very foxy.

Denise was different however, for she aged gracefully. I blinked, doing quick math. She was now 30. Very young. She had been twenty eight when she first came to our school, put on that school t-shirt that stretched tight across her tits and rod up her waist whenever she bent down to pick up a basketball.

Two years doesn't add a whole lot of ugliness to a person, especially if they know how to take care of themselves. And Ms. Richards really knew how to take care of herself. Her hair, which had always been one of the sexiest facets of her body, was still the same sort of sun bleached blond muted with darker strands. It fell from the part on her head like a great golden rush of softness, all the way down her shoulders and mid way down her chest. It had grown and as I gazed at it now I couldn't help but think back, like I was reviewing my favorite episodes of Friends.

Any style she wore (and she changed the as regularly as an ADD sufferer flips through channels) had driven me wild. On great days she blessed my eyes with what I called the cascade of loveliness, as she was wearing it now, and of coarse there was the 'off to the side part' with the hair tied up in behind her head. Sometimes she would go with a strait bun, and other times she would fan the hair out, making her look like a radiant wild bird. And of course there was the huge range of styles in between the two, but I don't want to get carries away. 

Her bangs were teasing me now, letting me get just a glimpse of her dewy blue eyes. I always liked it when she pulled them up back over her forehead so I good get a perfect look at her face, with it angular, vibrant zeal. I always loved to see her eyes flash with excitement at either watching or participating in a competition. She had the kind of face which committed itself completely too every expression. When she smiled the stars shone and the moon radiated, when she was thinking hard storm clouds formed in her eyes and her thin and arching eyebrows furrowed like the edges of the Grand Canyon. And when she was mad lighting coursed and catapulted around her face. 

In this awkward moment her embarrassment was so utterly total that I couldn't help but empathize.

"Do you want a hug?" I still had my arms open. She nodded, moving into my embrace. 

"When did you get so tall?" She asked into my chest.

"I was always this tall," I made a point to put some hurt in my voice to carry on the moment. It worked. She didn't let go for another extra second.

It was more than her hair that looked radiant tonight. She had wrapped that knock-out body of hers in a little navy blue dress, the kind that hung loose and frilly but had a sash that hugged tight underneath her breasts. It was shoulder-less, strapless and quite almost butt-less.

Her breasts had still not gone out of style. In their pushed up and squished together state they looked fit to be a coffee table, or at the very least a soft and sexy shot glass holder.

"So you like Frank Sinatra?" I asked, putting my best smile on my lips. 

"You were great, really." The flush of embarrassment was disappearing from her cheeks and chest. She was wearing a set of those really big loop wrist bands that looked like it was made out of plastic. It was blue and gold and matched the dress she was wearing and large hoop earrings that poked out of her hair. It also slid up and down her forearm as she kept reached to adjust that wild, temperamental mass of hair. Her smile was easy coming, as it always had been, beautiful white teeth behind wide nude colored lips. She had the kind of lips that were meant to suck cock, being large and soft looking, tight at the corners and melding perfectly into small, playful dimples.

My mind began to wonder if she was into sucking cock or if god's gift had been wasted.

"You look great," I appraised her with my eyes, "Gives 'Hot for Teacher' a whole new meaning."

"Solomon!" She gasped, but the gasp was not sharp that it implied she didn't like the compliment. "What are you doing these days?"

"I'm retired," I had to make my face serious when her eyes began to laugh at me. "I'm telling the truth, I've put a couple million in the bank and I'm set for life on investments."

"How?"

"I'm a master thief," I laughed, "what does it matter?"

"If you say so." She leaned against the bar, her hip swung out just so to appear cocky and seductive at the same time.

"Let me buy you something." I said, "To prove I'm not some desolately poor college drop-out."

"I could use a Ferrari."

"With legs like that, woman, you were made to walk everywhere," I scoped out her slender calves and the bits of her thighs that I could see. They were freshly shaved and as glossy as a playboy magazine. "I was thinking more along the lines of a drink."

"A drink." Her eyebrows raised and her lips straitened slightly at my forwardness.

"We're defiantly not in high school anymore, Denise, that's right, I said Denise; and in this place when a guy thinks a girl is hot and tempting he buys her a drink to see where his luck will end."

"A drink it is then," her smile returned in force, slightly lopsided in its coyness. My heart nearly soared out of my rib cage and laded on the bar counter beside us. She beckoned over the bartender and ordered for both me and her.

"Vodka and Red bull?" I eyed the drink she slid to me, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Just drink it, Solomon." She smiled, tilting her own mystery concoction down her throat. As she finished her sip the second set began to strum their guitars and pelt their drums. She said something that was lost in the music.

"Come here," I coaxed her with my fingertip, and then tapped at my ear, "I can't hear you." 

She must have though this ploy to get her closer to me, but something about my cheesy confidence was playing the right chords with her. She stepped (actually it was more of a liquid movement, like the kind slow steady motion warm honey makes as it drips off the lip of the pot) until I could lean into that great tangle of lustrous hair and hear her speak.

"I'm coaching a college swim team now," she said, her arm was laying flat across he bar, her hand curling somewhat around my elbow, "At Northwestern."

"Are you liking it?" I asked, and as she nodded I felt her nose brush against my ear. "It gets me out of the city and free access to a gym."

"I noticed." Upon saying this I could practically hear her smile.

"Have you always been this crazy for me," she asked, her hand snuck a little closer to my elbow.

"No," I lied, "I always thought you were a mean bitch in school. I didn't like to move my body and you made me."

"Aww, baby" she sensed my joke and poked me softly in the abs, "Oh, but you seemed to learn anyways."

"Yeah, well, watching you bounce up and down doing the jumping jacks was a strong motivator. I'm surprised you didn't notice every guy in your period was sporting wood whenever you were in action."

"Eww, Solomon." She laughed, "You guys were in high school."

"It's a terrible time for wood," I assured her, her hair was fragrant and soft against my cheek, "You just don't know what kind of effect you have on boys."

"Oh," she cooed lightly, flirting with being flirtatious again, "If they are anything like men then I have a pretty good idea." 

She swayed her hips a little bit and then flicked a crop of her widely curled hair gently across her back, uncovering a wide berth of soft cleavage.

"Yes you do," I breathed, "Jesus Christ."

"Do you have a thing for older women?" She laughed, catching my eyes staring at her very youthful looking cleavage.

"No, just you," I said, "You're only nine years older than me." I reminded her. She obviously didn't like the reminder however and I was forced to drop my eyes to her tits again to cheer her up.

"You're such a cheese ball," she slapped my shoulder with that un-owned hand.

"I may have matured in looks, but not in heart." I agreed, "It's made worse by that dress you're wearing."

"Are you sure it's the dress, or is it that I told you I'm not wearing panties."

"Shit," I mocked my embarrassment, "I almost forgot." 

"Like hell you did," She swayed a couple inches closer, "Lets get another drink."

She was so close, flying like a Mig in my airspace, weapons hot and guns a' blazing. Her face, which was a collection of seductive angles, scooping shadows and brilliant eyes were working hazards on my self-restraint. I kept trailing the smooth plains of her forehead, down the hair framing her face and finally down the sharp angle of her jaw to where her lips moved. 

Oh god, I was in serious trouble.

We blasted out of the bar doors a little after one o'clock. The last band had butchered their chance at making girls swoon and had cleared most of the patrons out of the bar. Denise was a little tipsy, but still steady in her lace up, stiletto-heeled sandals. I had pulled the tie loose from around my neck and popped open a button, the suit coat I slung easily across my shoulder. She hugged my waist as we walked down the cool, well light northern avenue.

"I want to take you home," she offered, "Oh God; I can't believe I just said that."

"You're blurting out a lot. Next you'll tell me you're a stripper when you're not coaching swimming."

"Girls swimming," she nodded, pointing towards her car, "That's me."

"If I had known you were a terrible role model back in high school I wouldn't have voted to make you best teacher."

She gasped, remembering the awful popularity contest some of the more self-infatuated teachers decided to start, "You voted for me?"

"It was either you or my shop teacher who taught us how to make water bongs."

"Mr. Hill?" She laughed at the memory of that monstrous old man, "His nose hair was so long it grew into his moustache." She paused, looked at the car then gave up on it, "he hit on me all the time."

"Really?" 

"They all did."

"Did you sleep with any of them?"

She slapped me playfully on the chest, her hand resting there on my pectoral a little longer than it should have, "Gross! They were all twenty years older than me. And Fat. And terrible facial hair. I hate moustaches." 

"I have a moustache."

"No," she shook her head, great tumbling locks of curls exaggerating her disagreement, "You have a very well kept goatee," she traced a finger along the collection of short hairs on my jaw and upper lip. "To have a moustache you can't have any hair here," she petted my jaw, "Or here," her thumb rested on the bottom tip of my face, "on your chin."

I nodded, pleased with myself at tricking her into touching my face. Her finger, even though they were touching bristly hair, felt soft and warm and friendly, the kind of hands a lotion tester might have. "Can you get us a cab?" she said once we reached the corner of the Ave. A dark silent coffee shop stood behind us and she took a second to lean against the wrought iron post that heralded the sign for the shop.

"I live a block up that way," I pointed, "I can call you a cab from there," 

"Yeah right," she took my hand, letting me feel (and be blown away) but just how hands really were. "You won't call me a cab."

"You're probably right," I agreed, "But I promise to walk you to your car tomorrow morning after buying you breakfast at this shop." I nodded to the silent coffee shop.

She moaned her contentment with my plan and kept beside me all the way to my building. It was a nice place, approaching he entrance to the walk-up I pointed out the great stone archway that was decorated with flowers and old men with staves, I said that they guarded the entrance. It never actually had made me feel any safer at night but Denise seemed to like the thought.

"This is a good neighborhood." She was loosing her wobble with each passing step. I commented on this and she squeezed my hand, "I'm still going to sleep with you, don't worry."

My cock stiffened just a little bit.

For most of our night together my crotch had been blessed by that happy little tingle men get when they think about something sexy. The tingle was now starting to warm a little more into a quiet ache.

I opened the door and let her through first. She smiled, very timely and ladylike. For a second she marveled over the apartment, at the hardwood floors, the hanging pictures of Chicago's skyline and the artsy attempts at porn. She found the great black and white photo of a woman's curving ass to be quite amusing.

"It looks like I have some competition," she smiled, taking my jacket, slinging it in the crook of her arm and loosening my tie until the long band of fabric was loose from my neck. 

"She's not a threat," I chided her, "At the most she'll give me something to look at while you blow me."

"Bastard," her soft palm grazed my crotch, flaring my senses, "If you think I'll let you talk to me that way th-"

I pressed my lips hungrily into hers, parting them without more than a whisper of my tongue. She was willing against me, my clothes dropped from her arm onto my toes. Her body, just a little shorter than mine, firm and tone and everything I wished for in a woman, was molded against mine, her breasts were like soft barricades beneath my chin. She breathed against me, I felt her belly and ribs expand when out lips parted and flatten to marvelous narrowness when we connected again. 

She darted her tongue into my mouth like a slippery minnow, testing mine then tangling together and wrestling. Her hands slid possessively around my back, dipped low and cupped my ass.

Tense, thrilling electricity was pulsing through me, spurred on my each squeeze, each caress and each nibble of her teeth.

As we broke off for a long second to breath. She touched her lips curiously. I made a move for the wall, she held onto a belt loop though and I could only get so far. I could just get my fingers on the black frame of the offending picture and I gave it a flick.

It crashed to the floor and the glass fractured in the pattern of a spider webbed, but didn't break.

"You have my complete attention."

She glowed and looked around; I could only assume she was looking for my bed. "That way," I pointed.

She dragged me (it was only dragging because she was so much faster than I was) into the bedroom and fell back on the bed. For a sliver of a second the short frilly hem of her dress bounced up her thighs and gave me a peak at the delta of her womanhood. And then it was gone, even before I look for pubic hair.

She didn't so much as stretch as 'unfolded' her body along the length of the bed. I watched, my hand still clasping onto hers. Back arching, chest curving, legs folding over one another like the soft ends of a ribbon. She flung her hair back, golden curls splaying magnificently across my dark red sheets and pillows like a nighttime sunrise. The smile on her face was radiant and paralyzing like the headlamps of an oncoming train.

She gingerly raised one ankle to me, not high enough to cause her skirt to slip up her thigh but enough to catch the light from the open window. I touched the glossy, shimmering skin, took her calve in my palm and slid it (it was more of frictionless glide) down to her ankle. She giggled.

"This can't go much further if you don't get naked, Solomon," she observed with a wink and a playfully tilted smile, "unless you want me to rub you through your pants like a high school girl would."

"Fuck no!" I laughed, tugged at my belt and whipping it into my closet. Off my shirt came, and then in a breeze my pants crumbled around my ankles. 

Denise leaned forward to hook a slender finger behind the waste strap of my boxers. "You're a liar!" She gasped, "What would your psychic think?"

"I can't please everyone." I shrugged. She grinned up at me and tugged downwards a little,

"We'll have to see about that." Further her hand dropped until my cock hung loosely in the hot air between us, "Holy fuck," her eyes flared wide with surprise, like flower pedals searching for sunlight, "you're huge."

"You'd think I would get tired of hearing that," I laughed, striking an informal pose, "but I don't."

Denise looked up at me from the bed, "And shaved, too." She set her palm to glide along the smooth reaches of my pelvis and the soft weight of my balls. "You have no idea how great this is." She pinched the hardening flesh with her thumb and ring finger, "and you're not even hard yet." 

The manipulation by her fingers was quickly helping things, "getting there, Ms. Richards."

"Oh," she rubbed a little more playfully, "Ms. Richards? Are you living out a fantasy, Solomon?"

Every heart throbbing minute of it, "Nope. This is my average Saturday night."

She laughed pleasurably from deep inside her throat, "I bet you started getting all the girls once your secret got out." She couldn't take her eyes off her prize, "It's like a loaf of bread."

"Please," I pleaded lightly with her, "I like to be modest about it. Slide over." 

I fell onto the mattress next to her; she bounced up with the sudden shift of the mattress and fell against my bare chest. 

"One last thing," her voice was determined, her fingers quick at tearing off my socks. Once the fabric was gone her hands slid upwards from my ankles until they gracefully cupped my springy eleven-inch mass of hardening flesh. She let out a low breath, barley audible. "Some girls would say this is too big."

"Would you?" I didn't care how she answered; I was going to fuck her three ways to the weekend in any case.

"No, no," she said with admonishment, "I know just what do to with it. So smooth," her fingernails, painted with a opulent shade of blue, trailed sharply down the length of my dick, curling a little underneath the head and teasing it a little. She let it go and it flopped down on the bed. I squeezed hard, making an unpleasant face and managed to bring it back up level between us for a few seconds.

"Impressive," she smiled, and then fully wrapped her fingers around it from the top, pulling it down and slowly fisting me while her lips tasted my neck...

I was quickly getting so hard that she had a difficult time holding me down. She let my cock go as if it were a wild animal out of control and upward swing of the thing caught the end of her skirt and popped it effortlessly aside.


Denise Richards is a Peeping Tom



The long legs stepped out of the cab as almost every man's eyes quickly glanced at them. The long brown hair flowing in the wind and the sunglasses just above her perfectly shaped nose and pouty lips. Denise Richards had every man's attention on that sidewalk as she exited the cab. She began walking to her apartment feeling everybody's eyes on her body.

Well, almost everybody's.

A large man bumped into the superstar knocking her to the cement. She fell to the ground and began to get up when she felt the man's large hands on her slender arms helping her to get up. 

"Well whoever this asshole is he's got a bod." Denise thought to herself as she began standing up. Her luscious ass and long legs pressed against the rude stranger who helped her feel what was a very slim and muscular body. As she was getting up she also felt something a bit large on his left leg. 

Denise got to her feet not knowing whether to yell or scream at the stranger, she was shocked at who she saw. It was a very, very tall black man who had been coming out of her apartment building. She had never seen him before but recognized him from the TV. He was a basketball player for the New York Knicks. She should know since she regularly attended games.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there pretty thing." said James King. Usually Denise would be all over this guy screaming things but for some reason she didn't. Was it because he was black or that he was a celebrity. She didn't know. She simply replied, "Don't worry about it no harm no foul right?"

They smiled at each other and James turned to get into his limo which was waiting to take him to the game. Denise quickly remembered that she had tickets for tonight's game and went upstairs to her room.

Denise had been surprised that James was leaving her apartment building. After living there for about 8 months she had never seen him before. Then again it was a large apartment building. She hardly saw anyone.

The building was much like a "U" shape with a courtyard in the middle and Denise lived on the 8th floor at the very end of one of the "U" shaped buildings legs. She had a great view of downtown and she could see Madison Square Garden where James must have been headed for a pre-game shootaround. 

Denise got ready in her usual ballcap, t-shirt, and jeans and went downstairs to hail a cab.

Denise got into the building just in time to see who was singing the national anthem. It was Beyonce from Destiny's Child. Denise was stricken at how beautiful she was in person. Beyonce had her long hair braided as she belted out the high notes with her gorgeous lips. The short skirt she wore showed her muscular thighs jiggle slightly as she tapped her feet to the beat. Denise looked her up and down. Denise has had a lesbian experience or two in her time but it had been a long time since she had one. Denise snapped out of her daze as the crowd clapped and went on to enjoy the rest of the game. 

The game was enjoyable with James not starting but contributing well off the bench. For the first time Denise was really appreciating the gracefullness with which the tall men moved. Ecspecially the black men. As James threw down a two handed Dunk Denise was awestricken by the beautiful grace with which such a violent act could be done. The Knicks beat the Kings and Denise was happy as was the rest of the crowd. 

She hailed herself a cab and got in. Her cell-phone began to ring, "Hello" said Denise

"Hey Guess who's coming to town?" said the voice on the other end.

"NIKKI!" Denise shouted. 

It was Nikki Cox one of Denise's dear friends. They had met when Denise was still doing "B" movies and they had stayed friends ever since. They were almost like sisters since people told them they had almost the same bodies and lips. 

"What are you doing in town?" asked Denise.

"Well I won't be there until the day or two after tomorrow, but I have to do some promotional work for my show. I have to do Stern and the whole load." said NIkki.

"That's great so where are you going to stay?" said Denise with something else in mind. 

"I was thinking the Hilton downtown, at least that's what the frog network is putting me in."

Denise quickly answered, "Naw forget it, you can stay with me. You'll be homesick ecspecially without your husband. Plus you haven't seen my place yet." 

They both agreed for Nikki to show up at Denise's place tomorrow. The cab pulled up and Denise made her way to her apartment.

She plopped down in a chair and began to think in the dark of her spacious apartment. "Lucky Nikki, married and she has her own show. I haven't gotten one fucking call since that stupid 007 movie. Didn't help those asshole gave that stupid rasberry thing or whatever. That's ok. At least i have this valentine thing. Maybe i'll get back on track after this." 

As Denise pondered her many thoughts she began to get sleepy and drifted off on the couch. Denise awoke for some reason she looked into her kitchen at the microwave and the time said 2:30 AM. She wanted to sleep and began to take off her jeans and simply threw them on the couch as she walked by the end of her apartment with the balcony. 

She was so hot from sleeping in those clothes that she opened the balcony door to let a cool breeze come in. The freezing wind rose goosebumps all over her golden tanned legs and teased her pussy quite a bit through the white cotton panties she wore. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling a bit and as she opened her eyes the moon glinting off of her telescope caught her attention. She got it as a house warming gift awhile ago.

She was adjusted to the cold and just wanted to take a look trough the telescope to look at the busy lights of manhattan. Then out of the corner of her eye she noticed the apartment across from her had her lights on. It was only one of maybe 4 apartments in the complex with it's lights on. 

"Hmmm, my lights are off, their's are on. eh why not?" thought denise mischeviously. She looked into the telescope and swung it across the way to look at the other apartments in her dark cover.

In the apartment across the way 3 floors up she saw an old lady walking through her kitchen. "Nothing intersting there......woah!" she said. She had swung the telescope directly towards the Apartment across the courtyard from her and saw something.

She saw a black woman's breasts pressed against the window of the apartment. The woman had her face staring up as a large black man was fucking her pussy from behind. Denise looked closer and recognized the woman.

It was Beyonce from Destiny's child and her big black breasts were pressed against the window of the apartment. The tall man behind her was easier to see. It was James. "Looks like somebody got a hookup after the game." Thought Denise. The freezing wind could be felt by her now as her wet panties were exposed to the wind. 

Denise looked down again and watched. 

Beyonce was staring at the ceiling as James pounded her pussy from behind. The whole time her chocolate nipples stayed in the same place as they pressed flat against the glass yet her body violently and repeatedly looked as though it was bouncing in the air as James thurst up into her aching cunt. 

Denise watched with her mouth open as James tugged on her long hair and brought her mouth to his as he towered over her. All the time pounding her from behind. James withdrew from Beyonce and turned her around kissing her passionately. Her ass was amazing thought Denise who always had some lesbain tendencies. She looked on as James led Beyonce to the balcony out into the freezing cold. 

She saw them both smiling laughing at the cold. Beyonce's hands ran up James'strong chest and pushed him down on a lounge chair.

Then Denise had to gasp for at James waist sticking up about a foot in the air was something. "That can't be a dick" Denise thought to herself. She adjusted the lens a bit but the darkness was to hard to make out. The light from their apartment did reflect on their beautiful ebony bodies. Ecspecially as Beyonce's amazingly strong and beautiful thighs tensed as she stood straight legged over the lying James and his massive tool.

James reached up and grabbed Beyonce's breast as she lowered himself onto him Denise could have sworn she heard one of them groan "OH FUCK" as She slowly began to grind using her muscular thighs to work her hips back and forth, up and down, and rotating on his tool. Denise now was unknowingly rubbing her pussy. She actually had juices runnign down her long, golden, goosebump covered legs. She slipped a finger in herself and toyed with her clit a bit as she watched Beyonce go to work on something amazing. 

"If that was a dick how could she put it all in her?" Denise thought to herself inserting a second finger. Beyonce rode James for about half and hour and Denise was trying to hold herself from climaxing. Then both of the ebony lovebirds stood from the lounge chair and Beyonce seemed to walk towards Denise. Well at least through the telescope she did.

Denise was a bit frightened but then realized they could not see her. 

She looked back into the telescope.

Beyonce grabbed the rails of the Balcony with her heavy brown tits hanging between her hands. She flung her head to the side looking at James her long hair flowing. James simply looked at one of the greatest pairs of legs and ass in the world and then proceeded to insert his big long dick into Beyonce's asshole.

This sent Denise into a frenzy. She watched James abs tense and Beyonce try to hold onto the rails as the seemed to attack one another. Denise was in such sexual heat that her fingers stopped working. She pulled her hand out of her panties and just started rubbing herself with her palm not knowing what to do with herself.

She could faintly hear their grunts and groans. "God how loud are they?" she thought to herself until Beyonce fell to the ground and underneath the cement section of the balcony and there Denise saw it.

Covered in Beyonce's juices, being lit up from the light inside his apartment was James huge foot long Dick. Denise was enthralled by it's look. She was captivated. It startled her when she saw Beyonce's lovely face pop up and start to suck on the cock furiously until James let out a pool of cum onto her face and breasts.

"Fuck I better leave in case they see me." Denise thought as she faced the telescope the other way and went inside.

She saw from a distance as both figures walked into their apartment and Denise went to bed. That night Denise fingered herself three of four times to orgasm. Each one thinking about the scene she saw. She was insatiable. In the darkness knowing her fingers couldn't satisfy her she reached into her dresser drawer which sat next to her bed. She pulled out her 8 inch dildo. It was pink and not black but she didnt' care. She turned it on and went to work quickly jerking the plastic object back and forth until she orgasmed, sweaty and tired Denise left the vibrator on and left it on the bed as she just threw her hands back and went to sleep.

* * * * *

The next morning.

Denise awoke at the sound of her buzzer. She rubbed her face as her long brown hair was all messed up from her activities the night before. She walked to the door still in her t-shirt and panties. Her white socks shuffling along the floor. She pressed the buzzer and asked whiningly, "Who is it?"

"C'mon you know who this is." Said a manly voice.

"Matt, you fuck." Denise said outloud. He wasn't supposed to come. He had been bothering her ever since the movie they made but that was partyly her fault. "Just come on up." Denise told him as she buzzed him in. 

Denise turned around in disgust. Why did she let him in. He was just going to want to fuck. Denise was just a newbie really on the set of Wild Things when she offered herself to him in his trailer. That was a mistake. He was decent enough but Denise then felt guilty about fucking him while he was going out with Cameron. 

Now that Matt Dillon and Cameron Diaz were no longer a couple Matt stopped by once in awhile for quickie's as he called them. Denise grew to hate them but couldn't tell him no. She, for some reason, could never build up thte courage to tell him they're sexual escapades had to stop. 

Denise walked to her kitchen to make some coffee. As she washed out her mug in the sink she looked out the window to the apartment from last night. She smiled a bit as she remembered what she saw. 

"Somebody is moving in there." she thought.

Denise quickly raced to the balcony and aimed her telescope to see what was happening.

She saw Beyonce dressed in her outfit from the night before putting on her earings. Then from the side came James who was completely naked. It was then in clear daylight that Denise's jaw just dropped as she eyed the piece of black meat hanging between Jame's legs. 

"holy fuck" denise silently mouthed. She watched as they kissed and hugged each other goodbye. Then Beyonce looked down and as she walked away from James wrapped her hand around his huge cock almost as if she was shaking his hand goodbye. She waved and walked out of his apartment. 

Denise watched as James just started strutting about his apartment naked. His muscled body showing everything that man was supposed to look like. Denise was enjoying just watchign the black man's natural gracefullness when there was a knock on the door. 

"Fuck him." Denise shouted as she walked off the balcony to her door. "At least he'll be able to do something for me." Denise thought. She opened the door to see the cheesy Dillon smiling. She closed the door and seductively grabbed him to her and said, "Fuck me, matt. Fuck me like an animal."

Matt was startled as Denise unbuttoned his shirt. Denise was a bit disappointed with the white belly the welcomed her as she undid the shirt. After watching the physique of James all night she wanted a muscle man but she needed dick right now so she didn't mind that much. 

Matt turned around Denise and pulled her too him. Denise could feel his all too familiar penis against her ass. Matt lifted up her shirt and manhandled her breasts, tugging and pulling them. He then reached his hands down her panties and felt what could have been an olympic sized swimming pool. 

"Damn, do I get you that wet Denise?" Matt said with a stupid smirk. 

Denise just rubbed her ass against his crotch and said, "Shut up and fuck me."

Matt unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. He bent her over a nearby sofa and insterted his 6 inch pecker. He quickly humped Denise as fast as he could.

Denis tried working with him but he was just on his own pace. She could barely feel him with how wet she was. Just then he tensed up and shot his load into her pussy. It was more like a squirt as he pressed as much of his 6 incher into her. His limp dick then fell out of her pussy.

"That's it!?" Denise said in a rage.

"Yeah baby that's just what the doctor ordered" said Matt.

"You've got to be kidding me, get the fuck out you pathetic loser." shouted Denise as she walked to her room lonely and depressed. She heard Matt leave her apartment and Denise just buried her head in her hands feeling desperate as hell. 

She looked at the clock and saw that it was 1 in the afternoon. Just then another knock came on the door. Denise was furious that Matt could even think of coming in for a second one. She stormed to the door ready to kill him. She swung open the door and there stood......

"Nikki?"

"Yeah it's me. Sorry I didn't buzz in. I saw Matt leaving the place and i came in as he left. Another quickie?" smirked Niiki.

"Fucker didn't last two minutes. What a little loser." Denise sniped.

"Two minutes. Well if he's got more than a 5'er he's got bobcat beat." laughed Nikki.

both girls laughed as Nikki carried her bags into the apartment. 

As Nikki bent down to let her suitcase on the ground she was eye level with Denise's white panties. She saw that they were soaked. 

"were you in a waterfight?" nikki asked.

"i've been fucking hot for the last two days." said Denise. "i better do something about it. doesn't help what i've been watching lately either." 

"Did you order the porn channel again?" asked Nikki smiling at her own joke.

"Worse. i've got to show you come here." said Denise as she led Nikki out onto the balcony. 

Denise looked into her telescope and saw that James was still walking about his apartment naked.

"just take a look at that." Denise said as she help the telescope steady. Nikki bent over to take a look and gasped. 

"Holy shit look at that." Nikki said smiling. "That fucking guy is huge." 

Denise then asked, "yeah did you see what he's packing?" 

"Wait he's by his counter......" said nikki until James backed away from his kitchen counter and there bobbing was the biggest blackest dick Nikki ever saw. Nikki just looked up from the telescope at Denise and said quietly, "are you kidding me?".

"I watched him fuck some chick last night. And i caught them at 2:30 in the morning god knows how long they were going before i got a look." Denise chimed. 

Nikki's eyes were glued as she watched the handsome James strut around naked. Just then Nikki could have sworn she saw James look at her. "OH fuck" nikki exclaimed.

"what?" asked Denise. 

"I think he saw me." 

"No way, he couldn't. look again." Denise encouraged.

Nikki looked down and saw James holding a piece of white paper against the window. 

"Denise take a look i think he's telling you something." Nikki told her friend.

Denist looked down and saw the paper said, "LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?"

Denise was shocked and she looked at Nikki in the eyes. "What should I do?" she asked.

"Write him something back stupid." Nikki told her friend.

Both girls ran into the apartment finding an old box and ripped it up. using a sharpie denise wrote YES on the side of it. "I hope he can see this." said denise.

They got back and Nikki held up the sign. Denise looked down into the telescope and saw James with a pair of binoculars. He then put them down and wrote something else. He held up the paper which said, "THEN COME OVER AND TAKE A CLOSER LOOK ROOM 8M"

Denise looked at Nikki and said, "He wants me to come over there." 

Nikki sensed the tension in Denise's voice. "Look you better get over there and get him. Look at how wet he's gotten you." Nikki was referring to the now transparent white panties of Denise Richards. 

Denise looked down at her bush which was visible throught the transparent wool cloth. She then looked at Nikki in her tight sweater and tight hip huggers. Those lesbian tendencies kicked in and Denise said, "How about if you come with me?" 

Nikki then replied calmly, "I'm a married woman and i have to be at a promotion meeting in an hour. how about i help you get ready and you go get fucked."

The girls then wrote on the box "COMING" and checked that James got the message. Denise quickly showered and put on some black cotton panties that she loved. She wore no bra and looked in her closet. Nikki then tapped her on the shoulder and said, "here" holding up a trenchcoat. Denise smiled wickedly and put it on. She ran to the door when Nikki yelled, "Hey" Denise turned back to see her holding black stiletto's. "You might want to wear these." 

"Good Idea" Denise said. She then ran out the door leaving her friend behind. Since they were both on teh eigth floor Denise ran to his apartment. She put the stiletto's on and knocked on his door striking a bit of a pose in front of his door. 

James opened the door. He was taller then she remembered. He smiled and said, "Come in." Denise smiled shyly and walked in. He closed the door and leaned against it. "Doing some window shopping?" James asked in a deep voice. 

"A little" said Denise walking around his apartment. 




Denise Richards is a Peeping Tom



"Find anything?" James asked standing there naked. His rippled physique catching Denise's glances. 

Denise then seductively walked to the black giant and opened her trenchcoat, releasing her huge breasts. They fell out of the coat against his abs. As they rubbed against the ridges of his muscles Denise's nipples became painfully hard. James big dick was starting to rise and as it did it hit against the black underwear Denise was wearing. James could feel her heat and her wetness.

"Oh I think I found something." Denise said reaching down for the huge cock. She was surprised as all hell when she grabbed the dick and couldn't feel her fingers around it. She couldn't hold it even though it was soft. She held in her startledness as James then leaned down and kissed her pinching her hard nipples. They held tight against each other as their tongues cicled each other. Denise was still moving her hand up and down his huge dick trying to grip it while she held onto his shoulders. The heels caused her to lose her balance as she fell backwards. 

On her ass her sexy legs spread and her trenchcoat on her shoulders, she looked up at the mighty James. His long dick still hanging and pointing down at her. She breathed heavy and her huge breasts moved up and down with each weighted breath. This scene caused James to become aroused. As his dick grew straighter and harder Denise slowly climbed to her knees. 

With both hands now she grabbed the steel rod and put her mouth on the knob. She had never encountered such a giant sized head on a cock.

James let out a soft moan as her pouty lips began to envelop his dick. He leaned down and pushed the trenchcaot off her shoulders. As denise lowered her arms to allow the trenchcoat to fall free James cock pushed forward into her mouth and nearly down her throat causing her to gag. She pulled off the dick but immediately grabbed it with two hands going back to work.

James moaned as did Denise at the oral pleasing taking place. Denise worried that if he came he wouldn't be able to fuck her so she told her self she would have to deny herself the satisfaction of this ebony pole in her mouth for a greater good. She stood up and tried to kiss james on his mouth. Before she could put his own cock juices in his mouth he bent down and lifted her up in the air. He sat her on the couch which was near the window Denise first spotted him at his best. 

He grabbed his dick in his hand and with the other pulled Denise's black panties to the side. She was so wet that James slid into her easily. The fact that Denise a little warmed up helped but didn't ease the pain she felt. 

"OOOHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!!" she screamed digging her nails into his back and kicking her heels into his ass. The pain from her nails made James scream as well.

"Fucking bitch!" he grunted and then with all his strength began to fuck the living shit out of Denise. Her proud firm breasts moving up and down as she moaned. The pain was so great but the pleasure that came with it was also immeasureable. He was fucking her so relentlessly she couldn't open her mouth to moan she had to keep her mouth shut as if she was riding a roller coaster.James began to slow and denise thanked her lucky stars and expected him to end this anytime now.

Suddenly James put his entire cock into her pussy and stopped. She looked up at him in surprise and noticed he was looking out the window.

"Perhaps your friend would like to join us?" he asked her. Denise said, "Who Nikki? she should have left by now." James just made a motion with his hand to Nikki who had been watching through the telescope the entire time. 

James then began his assault again as he bent his mouth down and sucked on Denise's big breasts. James then buried his cock in her full length again and lifted her in the air with one arm. He sat down on the couch and started thrusting up into her as he held her up by her waist. Denise had to hold her hair up with her hands as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. As her body kept bouncing up and down she could see Nikki Cox come in through the door the two lovers had left unlocked. 

"Did you come to join in?" Denise said although her words were a bit jumbled from the ride she was receiving. "I just came for a better look" Nikki said, she didn't want to cheat on her husband but she was so hot from the scene she was witnessing. She seductively grabbed the waist band of her hip huggers and slid them down her slim legs, showing her pantyless crotch to denise. 

Nikki sat on the couch beside them and put one hadn down by her fiery red bush and another under her sweater as she squeezed her enormous melons. 

Denise began to moan loudly as her orgasm began to come. "Uhhhh uhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhh....." denise moaned. In her sexual frenzy Nikki reached up and palmed denise's breasts as she worked on her own satisfaction. To her surprise Nikki felt a huge hand on top of hers rubbing her pussy. She looked down to see James' huge palm. She looked into his eyes as he leaned foward and kissed her as Denise continued to ride his montrous tool. 

Denise's orgasm came quickly and abruptly as she froze and felt the huge dick in her pussy. Nikki was now french kissing James as he lifted her sweater up and exposed her pround breasts to the air. Denise weakly got off of James her pussy now gaping open. James was still hard and had a lot left in him as he positioned himself to take Nikki. 

Nikki then realized what was about to happen and said, "No I can't, i'm married." James smiled at her and said "I understand don't worry. I have something better that's not really cheating. Close your eyes." Nikki closed her eyes feeling secure with the black man. He quickly flipped her over and rubbed his dick against her dripping pussy. His own dick covered in Denise's juices. Nikki was bent over the end of the couch and James quickly popped just the head of his cock violently into her asshole. 

Never having done anal the plum head cock popping in her was startling. "Oh shit!" she cried and he slowly began to work his dick into her. Denise had recovered from her own orgasm and slowly crawled towards Nikki. 

Nikki closed her eyes just trying to stand the pain of James' giant cock. As she bit her bottom lip Denise couldn't help how sexy Nikki looked. Her pouty lips pursed, and her eyes closed as that red hair began to gently wave back and forth. 

Denise gently began to plant a kiss on Nikki and Nikki returned it with her tongue as they began to flick each other's tongues. James then picked up his pace as he worked his enormous dick into her ass. 

After awhile of kissing and fucking, James began to moan. Both women knew what was coming. "Fucking CUM IN ME!" NIkki screamed. Denise wanted to say something but just as she was about to open her mouth James began emptying his load into Niki's Anus. His enormous amount of jizm began to come out of Nikki's asshole as Denise quickly moved in position. As Jame's removed his cock with a loud pop Denise covered his dick with her mouth cleaning it. 

She wasn't satisfied though as she turned her head to see the cum dripping from Nikki's gaping asshole. She ran her tongue around it as she lapped up the cum that was now dripping down into NIkki's pussy. Denise then began to eat out NIkki as she bucked her pussy back in approval. James then moved to Nikki's head as she took her turn cleaning his black spear. Nikki moaned one last time and Denise fell back as James just sat on his couch. There in their naked glory the three laid spent in their sexual glory. They're spectacular naked bodies shining. 

"REady to go another round?" James said smiling. 

Denise's throbbing pussy was still in pain, but how could she resist?



Denise Richards: Superslut



The following story happened when I was out in L.A. working in the corporate gym of a large film studio out there. I worked as a personal trainer to some of the executives who made the movies and found out details of the films they were making and information about the stars who worked there. The latest production they were filming was a big budget remake of "Supergirl" with the gorgeous Denise Richards as Supergirl. I (like every other hot-blooded male in the world) fancied the beautiful ass off her and managed to wangle a VIP pass to watch a days filming. Turned out the whole film business isn't as exciting as it looks, and I was getting pretty bored with the whole thing. In fact, if it hadn't been for the sight of Denise squeezed into a skin-tight lycra body suit I probably would have left. Boy am I glad I didn't!

The scene currently in production involved Supergirl being seduced by one of the main villain's henchmen. The role of the henchmen was being played by some unknown actor and the scene involved the two ending up in bed together. I was definitely going to stick around for that! I had often masturbated over pictures of Denise in bikinis I had found in magazines or on the internet and the sight of her frolicking semi naked just a few feet away from me was certainly going to fuel a few one-handed workouts over the next few days! As I anticipated the upcoming fantasy scene I heard a commotion going on off-set. 

It was the actor playing the henchman and the director having a huge argument. It ended with the young actor storming off back to his trailer in a sulk. Just then, Denise, looking as horny as ever in her blue suit and flowing red cape, glided onto the set. "Where's Jay?", she enquired, "were supposed to be filming the seduction scene now aren't we?" The director approached her and explained that he had stormed off in a huff, saying there was nothing in his contract about nudity and he was going to speak to his agent. "Hell" said Denise "Were already three weeks behind schedule, can't you get someone else to do it". The director pondered for a minute and then concluded that, as it was a non-speaking part and all it really called for was a guy getting naked and seducing her, anyone could do it. 

"What about him" said Denise pointing in my direction. I stood frozen to the spot when the director called over to me "What about it kid?" I stuttered and looked embarrassed, "I don't think I would be suitable, I've never acted before". Denise then walked over to where I was standing and whispered in my ear "I'll make it worth your while". Thinking she meant a financial incentive and with my current situation bordering on broke I reluctantly agreed and went to wardrobe to get into the costume. The director came in and told me all I had to do was pretend to hypnotise Supergirl and she would lead me through the rest as we went along. I walked out onto set dressed in a ridiculously tight outfit, which left very little to the imagination. Denise was already in the room awaiting my arrival. I was really nervous but Denise leaned over to me and said, "It'll be cool, just follow my lead". Then the call came from the director .

"Action", I raised my hands and pretended to hypnotise Denise in a really cheesy comic-book fashion, wiggling my fingers and waving my hands in her face. I felt really embarrassed but she responded by pretending to fall under my spell. "Cut" came the order, "That was great, now in the next scene you grab Supergirl and kiss her before telling her to get undressed. Then you do the same and you get into bed together and frolic around for a while until I say, OK." I agreed and awaited the instruction of the director. Then came the shout "Action", and I leaned over towards Denise and uncomfortably gave her a tentative kiss on the lips. Denise reacted by opening her mouth slightly and I followed as the director had said to. Then I felt something wet at my lips and was astonished to find Denise had slipped her tongue into the entrance of my mouth. I did the same and soon her tongue had slipped fully into my mouth and was exploring my mouth with her long moist tongue.

My nerves began to disappear and soon we were locked in a long lingering passionate kiss. I heard a low moan coming from Denise's trademark full pouting lips and glanced over at her face. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was lapping around my lips sexily. Could it be that she was actually enjoying it? Then I got my answer, as she grabbed at my crotch, feeling the bulge of my aching penis, which had become semi-erect from kissing the beautiful actress. I was more than a little shocked and let out a little gasp as I felt her slender fingers stroke at my imprisoned cock through my costume. I looked over at her face and she winked sexily at me before stepping away from me and grabbing the top of her lycra body suit. Then I remembered the orders from the director and realised this was all part of the script. Denise stripped off the blue stretch top and little red mini skirt, standing before me I only a small white lacy bra and panties and a long lowing red cape. Script or no script, my cock was swelling rapidly as I gazed over at Denise's fabulous body. 

Her breasts heaved as the small bra struggled to contain the large round breasts which more than adequately filled it. Her stomach was flat and tanned leading down to her knickers, the waistband of which sloped down at either side forming an arrow shape which seemed to point at the heavenly treasure contained within. The panties tapered down to her slender thighs, which were long and shapely and crowned the finest pair of calves on the planet. She then seductively climbed beneath the bedclothes and blew me a kiss across the room. Although it was kinda difficult trying to concentrate on the task in hand with this adorable chick lying half naked in a bed right in front of me, I recalled I was then to strip and join her. I closed my eyes to try and concentrate on what I was doing and slowly removed my trousers and top until all I was left in was a pair of black trunks. 

The tension was then added to further as a voice from the direction of the bed whispered "I am at your command", I re-opened my eyes and looked across at the bed. Denise threw back the covers. She must have finished undressing beneath the duvet, as she now lay totally naked. My eyes were stuck to her naked body. Her boobs had now been freed. They were large and round, with big brown nipples standing firm on top. Her pussy was smooth as it had been specially shaven to allow for wearing the skimpy costumes and her pink lips were clearly visible. While one hand was holding open the bedclothes, the other was rubbing her golden skin, moving slowly over her stomach before caressing each of her perfect ripe breasts.

My cock was now fully erect inside my briefs. "Why don't you take off those pants and join me?" came the enquiry from Supergirl as her hand strayed dangerously close to the opening of her sweet vagina. I stood frozen for a moment. I knew the role called for me to be totally naked, but as I was facing away from the camera, all that would be seen was my ass. As I looked over at Denise, she lay licking her lips and tracing the opening to her hot cunt with her index finger. This caused my stiff dick to twitch and I suddenly felt a cool sensation on my throbbing purple head. I looked down and discovered my cock had become so hard that the top inch or so has popped out of the top of the skimpy trunks and was in full view of Denise. "Oh well, no disguising it now I thought and pulled down the trunks.

My rigid cock sprang up as it was released and pointed directly up at the ceiling. I looked over at Denise whose big blue eyes widened even further as she stared at my big fat erection, she and I being the only two aware of its existence. As she looked at me, her hand slipped between her legs and began rubbing at her glistening pussy. She beckoned me over and lowered the duvet back down. As I strode over towards her my big hardon swayed from side to side, Denise's eyes watching its every move as though she were watching a tennis match. I opened the bedclothes and slipped between the sheets, all the while shielding my throbbing manhood from the camera and crew. I had seen my fair share of soft porn on TV so I new what these scenes usually involved and I rolled on top of her and kissed her. She turned her head and whispered sexily in my ear, "Just kiss me for a while, then suck my tits, I'll take it from there." I did as I was told and after kissing her for around 5 minutes my tongue traced down her chin and along her neck, inching ever closer to her massive tits.

Like a wild animal, I grabbed her right breast and pressed my face hard against the soft flesh. It felt warm and ripe as I kissed it all over before moving to the left. Denise had her eyes closed and was purring softly as I massaged her boobs roughly in my trembling hands. Groping her boobs I pushed the together, before lapping my tongue over them each in turn. I wasn't going to waste such an opportunity to do whatever I liked with my fantasy girl's perfect young bosoms, leaned my head over her right breast before placing my mouth over her hard dark nipple and sucking noisily like a feeding baby. Although, Denise was moaning and writhing beneath me I couldn't tell if she was acting or really enjoying me molesting her firm nubile body. I thought I would find out for certain and released the grip on her heaving bosom with one hand. I stroked down her stomach tracing her firm abs with my long fingers before placing two fingers over the opening of her cunt. The sticky fluid which greeted my touch gave me my answer. It appeared she was enjoying it as much as me.

I looked up at her face smiling with pleasure and her big eyes met my gaze as my fingers rested on her vagina. She silently mouthed at me to put them inside her and I wasted no time. My index finger slid easily into her pussy, which was very wet, and I began to slip it back and forth with considerable ease before it was joined by two more. As I fingered her moist tunnel Denise reached between my legs and began caressing my balls with both hands. I gasped with pleasure as I stared deeply into her sexy eyes as she began stroking my shaft slowly with one of her hands, while still massaging my scrotum with the other. She released her grip on my rigid schlong and pulled my hand away from her cunt before rolling me over onto my back and straddling me, all the time her back still to camera. She rose up onto her knees and grasped the base of my dick in her right hand, while steadying herself with the other. She then positioned her pussy lips over the head of my cock. Then as we stared deep into each other's eyes, she lowered herself slowly so the tip of my dick was just between her swollen lips. 

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered as she slid down further until two of the seven inches of my rigid pole were inside her hot wet slit. Grabbing her hips firmly in my hands, I pulled her down forcefully, at the same time lifting my hips so my cock slammed forcefully all the way inside her tight cunt making her scream as the fat cock meat stretched her pussy to its limits. She soon became accustomed to the feel of such a large member inside her and was soon bouncing up and down making my balls slap against her firm warm ass flesh. She rested her hands on my muscular chest and I grabbed firmly on her slender hips as she rode me wildly thrashing her head from side to side making her long hair flick sexily across her beautiful angelic face. 

I knew fucking this sexy bitch, I wouldn't last too long so I wanted to give her a good hard orgasm before I came myself so I raised her up high, sliding my cock entirely out of her dripping gash before lowering her once more, this time impaling her asshole on my throbbing sticky cock. As my full length entered her ass she looked down on me and mouthed "You bastard!" which although she seemed genuinely annoyed, turned me on even more and I stared up and whispered "You fucking love it you slut!" pressing my thumbs against her cunt as I did so. She soon forgot her annoyance and her pussy pulsed under my touch. I knew she was gonna cum, so I pushed hard against her cunt as I pumped her tight ass with my big dick. She grabbed her boobs and pushed them together before forcing them up towards her face. She lowered her head, and her long tongue flicked out, skimming across her long hard nipple.

The sight of Denise feasting on her own fat boobs was driving me rapidly to orgasm so I quickened my rhythm inside her ass before once more pulling out my fragrant cock and slamming it back inside her pussy. The sheer force of the thrust caused Denise's pussy to contract around my dick and I ground her pelvis hard against mine until finally her pussy began to spasm. She threw her head back and yelled as her orgasm built inside her. Her whole body began to shake violently and then she screamed out loud as her cunt juices gushed from her pussy all over cock and into my pubes, her orgasm was very intense and lasted for around 6 minutes, momentarily subsiding before another filled her stomach and cunt. She pounded her ass up and down quickly on top of my thighs and hissed through gritted teeth "Come inside me you fucking horny bastard!",

Well the director told me to follow Denise's lead so I thrust my hips up violently and pumped wave after wave of hot creamy spunk deep into Denise's belly. "And Cut!" came the call from a flabbergasted director, "My god that was brilliant, although I don't think we'll get your last couple of lines past the censors guys. Jeez, anyone would think you were going at it for real!" We both laughed and put on our robes. "Just wait till they see all that cum on the sheets!" whispered Denise, catching her breath after powerful climax just minutes earlier. "Yeah" I replied, "They'll have to rename the film "Superslut!"



Denise Richards



"Impressive," she repeated, "Lay on your back," 

She stood up on her knees as I shuffled my body between some pillows. She leaned forward, reached slowly behind her back and pulled at a string I didn't even know was there. The tightness around her breasts was gone.

She shuffled up my legs, then over the resolute protrusion of my cock (which banged smartly against the inside of her thigh) until she was straddling me chest. I put a hand on each thigh and greeted her electric smile. 

"How badly to you want me to be nude?" She teased, pushing down my hands as they threatened to touch her pelvis, "How crazy are you for me?"

"I'm a fucking maniac," I admitted, "Crazy!" My hands slid up her dress and groped possessively at her ass, which was high and as tight as a dancer's. My fingers searched up her either side of crack until I found her tail bone.

"Did you ever jerk off to me?" she bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at where my cock was waving like a mast.

"Without question." 

"How did you used to think of me?" her hands groped at my chest, feeling the blocks of muscle that gave my skin definition.

"In that tight t-shirt, the one that hugged you're tits and made you look like a pin-up out for a walk on the lakeshore."

She glowed. I continued.

"I would think of those breasts, sometimes I would think about the cold days on the tennis court when your nipples would stick out, and I stroke myself, over and over again until I blew loads. I would imagine cum falling on your tits and you would scoop it all off with a finger and feed it to yourself, saying things like 'I want more, Solomon, you're a stud, I love fucking you.' The last part would be screamed as you gain a magical orgasm from eating my sperm."

"Magical?"

"Like fairy dust, but better." 

I blasted out my teenage fantasy like a premature ejaculation, but as wild and personal as it was Denise didn't shy away. In fact, the story acted like coal in the steam engine of her passion. 

Fabric was balled up in her fists and her whole dress was lifted over her head, her heavy mass of curls bouncing back into place as she tossed the fabric away. I made a motion to grab the slender knots of her sandals but she stopped me.

"Leave them. I want to feel like a whore tonight."

"I can arrange that."

"I hope so, stud" she bit the lower corner of her lip and her eyes flared with playful amusement.

I marveled at just how young her breasts were. It was as if some invisible assistant was holding them by the nipples, pulling them out and upwards with a slight slant. Each nipple was hard and tight, surrounded by a small, smooth areola. 

"So you want to cream all over these breasts?" She touched the soft sides, pushing them ever so slightly together. I nodded wordlessly. She laughed, once again her whole face committing to the emotion. The sides of her eyes crinkled sexily.

"Can I play?" I asked, watching her magnificent chest sway with her laughter. 

"Sure, honey," she bent at the waist, scooping a breast with one hand and feed the nipple to my lips. I closed my eyes like a mountain climber running out of oxygen...and I didn't want to be woken up.

I mauled the offered nipple, kissed around the silky flesh and marveled at the heavy weight of the tit as it fell and pressed around my face. I kissed the top of her breast, the side where the rounded flesh met the firmness of her rubs and underneath where the heavy masses folded over onto her chest.

She smelled so fresh, so sexy and so clean. 

"Hmmm," she moaned lavishly, tilting away and removing her breast from the reach of my lips. I whimpered, craned my neck to catch the retreating nipple. 

From the left a heavy swinging mass of skin crashed into the side of my face. She had been holding it by the nipple, and once I was magnetized to one breast she swung the other like a pendulum into my jaw.

I loved it.

Again it swung, this time it seemed like slow motion.

My hands, which were resting on the taut sensitive curve of her ass, felt her lower body rise as she thrust her chest deeper onto my face, felt it wiggle as she swayed from side to side, gently punching me in the face with those wonderfully young breasts. 

The moving wall of flesh blocked out my vision and all I could hear was her heartbeat and the groans of pleasure I was eliciting from her.

Just as she was about to raise up she put a palm on the side of either bosom and squished them together against my tongue.

And then she popped off, dragging her wonderfully hard nipples down my chest, tracks of goosebumps forming behind them.

Her tongue and lips were wetly massaging my skin, toying with my nipples a little less then I had played with hers. And then she was onto my abs and then, at long last, my pelvis.

Her mouth splayed wide on the skin above my cock, I could feel her tongue rubbing is long, circular patters.

And then she created a little suction and popped off, the sound of wet skin punctuating the moment.

"This," her hand reached from deep between my things and pushed my balls and cock together up against my belly, "Is something I could have had two years ago?"

"Without even asking," I nodded; her nails sung soft songs of passion along my member, "If you had ever chaperoned any of the school dances I would have pretended to be drunk and rubbed it up against you."

"That's immature," she laughed, then added modestly, "Which is why I never came to the dances."

Her grip loosed a bit and then regretfully left my body and fell beside me. She crawled up, the canyon of her cleavage catching my cock like a funnel. She lowered her chest and pressed my cock all the way to my abs where she then began to rock against it. She smiled up at me while she did this; the whole hot and sexy action was framed by the cascade of her hair. 

Pump, pump, pump. From top to bottom she grinded, and then, the third time she sunk lower and her head tilted sideways so she could take my cock lengthways in her mouth.

The most girlish, selfish smile was plastered across her thinned her lips.

"Holy, mother of god," 

I felt her tongue through her hot kiss, pressing hard against the base of my head, swirling and painting saliva until it drooled.

Her face loosened and her lips sealed and her head tilted. In one smooth motion the head vanished from fresh air and she slowly dove like a rock falling in low gravity. Deeper and deeper, past the scrape of molars and the ridge of her tonsils. Deeper until I felt my cock pop into the open space of her throat. 

And then tightness.

She moaned only a little as she tried to suck in air through her blocked airways, my entire rod feeling the collapse of her throat. 

Her eyes locked with mine, wide with enjoyment and curiosity. She shuffled a bit on her knees and began to nod and gyrate her head, moving my dick around in her throat.

The movements were exaggerated and pleasurable, and they didn't stop until she had her slender nose pressed into the muscle of my pelvis. Her neck was stretched out; between her curls I could see veins beginning to appear.

"I bet you've never had a girl do that before," 

"No," I lied, "They always stop half way down and then use their hands."

She beamed with her accomplishment, "I would never use my hand; you do that enough on your own time."

She touched her lips, feeling for dry spots and licking over them until her lips were glossy again. "It's like corn on the cob. I can't wait to have it in me."

"A little more of your mouth around my cock and I'll be happy to fulfill that fantasy."

Without a pause she bent back down and began bobbing her head quickly. Her return was much quicker than the first time, and much wetter.

She worked herself into a great clear lather and left it dribbling messily down my cock and balls. It was the kind of hot saliva that left her oral ministrations frictionless and noisy.

A dull ache, stronger that the tickle of pleasure I had been enjoying until now, formed strongly in my balls and I knew I had to put my cock someplace that wasn't so pleasurable.

My choices were limited to the kitchen garborator and the floor fan.

"All right, all right," I said, pulling her gingerly off my dick and pulling her by the elbows until she was resting against my chest, "You're going to have to stop doing that if you want to get something out of tonight."

"What?" She purred, first her tongue then her teeth captivating my nipple, arguing "you're not in high school anymore. You a seasoned cock'sman."

"Even the highest of our order wouldn't be able to handle a lit fuse like you." 

I gasped as she smiled around my clenched nipple, "I need to get a condom."

"No," she whined, "Leave it alone." 

But I insisted and for a second she was left alone of the bed. I tore the package and applied the rubber (the inside of it was coated with a mild numbing compound; I used these particular rubbers with a girl I met on Tuesdays who had a difficult time coming to orgasm. The cream was only a few dabs in the bottom of the tube so the girl wouldn't get any numbness)

"Fine," she pouted as I leapt back on the bed, "Just don't expect me to put that in my mouth again." 

"I wouldn't dream of it," I said, spreading her thighs and settling my palm against her slit. Her snatch was bare and Brazilian smooth except for a tiny square droplet of short blond hair a half an inch above her clit. She smiled and squirmed a little bit as I knee-walked over a leg. Her other leg I took gently in my free hand and held it by the ankle. Turning a little she rested resting on the muscular curvature of her ass and the tips of her shoulder blades. I could have passed the 'E' edition of the encyclopedia underneath the arch of her back.

Her breasts slanted only a little to sides, her nipple still pointed firmly to a point a few feet above her head.

"Amazing," I murmured, running my hand from her pussy across her thighs and up her belly, caressing her as I might appraise the strong lines of a car. She moved underneath my hand, letting me also appraise the mass of strongly toned muscles underneath.  

"Enough," she reached for my cock but I shoved her back. 

"Now it's my turn," I smiled, falling down with my palms underneath between her ribs and arms. 

My cock was so hard and strait I didn't need any help brining it to the small pink hole of her snatch. I could tell her lips, which were just a little bit puffy, held a promise of juice.

She reached down to part her lips but I stopped her.

"We're not going to need the assistance," I smiled, referring my dick. "It only has two holes it could go into."

"Does it need to flip a coin?" she smiled, peaking down to where the shadows hid our promising union.

"Let's leave it a surprise," I glinted, "Until...now." 

I pressed downwards with the weight of my ass and felt her pussy spread around my head. Her face reddened and her jaw thrust out in a motion of mixed pleasure. "Fuck!" She yelped. A single vein stood out beside her left eye.

"You're too tense," I coaxed her, petting her hair as she sucked in a couple deep breaths. "That's right," the tightness lapsed a little and a self-assured, laudatory smile decorated her face. 

"No cock is big enough for me," she boasted, then quickly shut her jaw as I bore into her deeper. "I take it back!"

"No," I shook my head. I had to fight through her clenched thighs to get any deeper "You're not giving up on me now." 

I gave a solid seven inches of my cock and then pulled all the way out. The once tiny hole now was slightly gaping, but quickly settled back into its taunt position.

"Again," she nodded. This time her fingernails scored the flesh of my shoulders, but at least she didn't try to shuffle away.

A third time down and she switched from nails to knuckles and a forth my press was greeted by open palms.

"You have no idea what it feels like to be cleaved by that dick," she groaned, lips pursed tightly, "it's like making me into your puppet."

I couldn't complain either; she was taking my invasive member like a champ. She wasn't even trying to stop me now and her face was softening with each shattering thrust.

I thought of going a little easier on her, playing just the tip, but I resolved that like discipline, sparing the rod would spoil her pleasure.

The numbness in my cock was a godsend, without it the warmth and the tightness and the friction would have been too much.

I railed her until eventually her legs were holding themselves up, coming finally to rest in a wide upright 'v', with my heaving body in between them. I pumped rawly into her, faster now until she was bouncing a little against the pillows, the soft swinging mass of her breasts hitting my forearms every time she fell back down. Her hair became tousled and fell across her face, blowing skywards every time she exhaled a breath.

The expression of un-diluted lust filled her wild eyes; she began panting, her mouth hanging open and her tongue thrust like a spade towards the heavens.

"Fuck me," she gasped, "Deeper! Fuck my goddamn cunt like it's yours. Beat your fucking enormous," she sucked in a breath to continued, "enormous monster of a cock into my tight little pussy." She purred those last few words; her hand trailing (fingertips only) down my chest. "Put yourself so deeply inside me we won't ever be able to get apart." 

I shafted her so hard I thought I might break her, but it was only welcomed torment to her blazing passions.

"I wanna' cum," she begged, "I wanna squirt all around-" a deep shove forced her words into a high pitch squeal, "-your cock like a fucking fountain. I want you to think I'm a whore."

Shit, the things that comes out of this girl's mouth.

She didn't stop. "I want you to smell me every time to go to sleep and get wet and hard and jerk off," she was begging to rock from side to side as well as swing her hips against mine with every thrust, "When you jerk of that monster fucking cock and think about creaming all over my tits." 

The friction of our union was fighting through the numbness and her liquid fire, slick and thick and noisy only made it worse.

"That's it," she sank deeper on my cock, "Oh fuck me! I'm coming, Solomon! I'm fucking cumming!"

I watched in stupefied amazement as every tendon and muscle from her forehead to her toes curled and stretched and flexed and groaned. Her eyes clamped shut and her mouth hung open. I kept pumping her, watching the opera of electricity and heat wreak her body.

The numbness was completely abated now by the thick stream of juice, great wet noises slurped with every thrust. 

She petted her own breasts, which had flushed and tensed along with the rest of her body.

"Don't stop," she panted after those wordless seconds, "Don't you fucking stop."

I wouldn't have dreamed of it. Another spasm hit her, this one more damaging than the first. 

A hurricane of orgasms, a torrent of dribbles down her pussy and along my cock, a storm of electricity in her wild mane of curls.

The winds of her orgasm flung her like a rag doll into charged walls of pleasure, each slam a welcome blast of euphoria and adrenalin.

Until finally she settled, quivering and twitching. Panting and heaving. Writhing and clutching.

"Please take that thing off," she begged, her eyes at last opened. "Take it off and fuck me like a man."

"You're right," I nodded, pulling out.

"Finally!" She bolted up into a sitting position and kissed me with dry lips. Her hands blindly tore the offensive rubber off my cock.

"Spit on it for me," I told her. I held a clump of her hair as she leaned into my stomach and dribbled a great gob of saliva down on my cock head. She rubbed it around with panicking fingers. "Again." 

She was unknowingly washing away the secret of my longevity. The saliva was rolling down my cock and dripping onto her skin where she rubbed it away.

"Come on, stud," she laid back, "Let's fulfill your fantasy already."

I shook my head and her 'come-hither' look faded into confusion. "What?"

I grabbed her by a thigh and pulled her over. She didn't turn completely over, but twisted at the waist with ass in the air and her shoulders perpendicular to the mattress.

With explorative hands I pulled her ass apart and spat my own rope of saliva into her ass hole. She giggled.

"Oh fuck, this is going to hurt."

I smiled, using my thumb to rub the wetness around and into her puckered pink hole. The tip of my thumb disappeared, gently fish-hooking and tugging at her sphincter. Reluctantly it opened and I spit down the tight hole. She shoved her face into the pillows, making noises to psyche herself up.

My tongue slide effortlessly down the taunt, smooth crack until it brushed right over her ass.

I lubed her up more, and before her spit dried pulled one leg over my shoulder, crouched over the other so my balls and thighs made a bridge over it, and made my push for anal intrusion.

She loved it.

Her eyes sold seduction ten times as well as the best porn star. 

"You like that, Solomon," she beckoned me on with the velvet in her voice, "Are you having a hard time getting that sausage into your teacher's tight, wet asshole?"

"You feel fucking incredible," I groaned, sinking further into the soft scissor of her legs. "Your asshole is so tight."

"It's cause I want to keep you cock with me," she chuckled, "whether you like it or not. Tell me how it feels."

I shook my head, not knowing how to form the words. My tongue was numb and tripped over itself in the effort. She must have found this endearing and not pitiful because she cast that stunning smile on me and dug her nails into my thigh.

"Am I making you speechless, stud?"

I nodded.

After a solid minute of forceful exploration I was finally as deep as I would go. Naturally I drew out and burrowed in again. Our combined spit made it easier, but it could have been better.

Friction and pressure enveloped my dick, twinkling pulsations and rippling heat plagued my balls. And then I shoved my fist in her pussy.

Two fingers first, to which she warmed to and touched my hand encouragingly. Then the third came, up to the second knuckle and she started to spread her lips apart. Her clit was there, swollen and unclothed from its wet skin. My thumb was the last to join the part because it had to politely stop and play with that pearl of nerves.

"What are you doing to me?" She groaned as the last knuckles slipped past her outer lips, "You're going to destroy me."

"You're young, it'll all shrink back." I assured her. She bit into a pillow and curled another up in her fists. A muffled yell escaped into the stuffed fabric as my palm kept spreading her sex. 

At this point my cock, which I think she had forgotten about, began to thrust again.

My entire hand, my entire cock, all inside her.

"How does that feel?" I asked, finding it pleasurable to watch the contortions play across her face.

The pillow left her lips and all the air escaped her lungs in a great rush. She was coming again.

The pillow in her hands was mauled and nearly torn apart by the vigor of her retching. Her head shook psychotically, hair flying in all directions. Fighting hard I kept her down, and I was rewarded by a great gushing of spunk around my wrist. 

Her promises were starting to come true. She had just ruined my sheets.

My slowly pulled my hand from her pussy, and like I had promised it more or less tightened back up.

My cock I reluctantly popped from her ass.

The torment was quickly going to be over.

"Oh, fuck, Solomon," Denise moaned, rolling onto her back, her chest was heaving upwards and falling back at an incredible pace. "What are you doing?"

"Well," I smiled, "You ruined this set of bedding so I'm going to wipe my cock and fuck your breasts."




Denise Richards



I tore a pillow case (the one that had been in her mouth and was wet from her lustful rabies) and cleaned my rod. Denise was good enough to spit along the length of it again.

"Am I not turning you on anymore," she asked, eyes hinting at a touch of insecurity, "Am I not doing something?"

"This is taking a lot of effort, Ms. Richards," I assured her with a passionate kiss on her still trembling lips, "I want this to last as long as possible."

"It's been half an hour, aren't you sore?"

"Nope," I admitted, hopping off the bed and pulling her with me, "My luck is going to run out soon though and then you can have that magical orgasm."

"Magic," Denise smiled, "Fisting my pussy while plugging my ass full of rock hard cock and making me squirt was fucking magic. I don't need anything else."

I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees and leaned her back against the bed. My cock, hard as steel slipped between her firms, perfect breasts.

"You want to fuck my titties?" she cooed, squished her orbs together over my rod. I shuddered and pumped, aiming to hit her chin with each thrust. "You want to look in my eyes and fuck my tits," she continued, her lustful words began to boil the spunk in my balls. "I like it," she continued with a wide smile, "I like the feeling of you hot cock between my breasts, knowing your going to blow you load all over my neck. It's all going to dribble down my skin and cover my breasts and I'm going to lick it all up while it's still hot and sticky."

I was lost in her words and her eyes which were so honest and encouraging that I felt humbled. This was despite the fact that I had just torn her sex with my fist and her ass hole with my cock.

This girl was amazing.

"You want me to eat all your jizz don't you," she purred, still holding her breasts together, "You want me to lick of my own tits and moan and get all wet again." She dropped her chin and the head of my dick hit the hollow of her throat. Pre cum, which had up until this moment been lost in her saliva and pussy juices, smeared across her sweaty skin.

A last, deep thrust and the end was finally here.

Just as she had described, great ropes of thick cum erupted onto her chin and fell back down like globs of pudding. 

"That's hot," she moaned, taking her hands off her breasts and helping my bucking cock into her lips.

A hand slipped between my thighs and pushed past my heaving balls and a finger jammed into my asshole. 

And then magic was made.

In a completely foreign and confusing motion of fingertips I felt my balls inconceivably empty again. This time cum seemed to flow from the deepest parts of my body: my marrow...my fucking sole.

One hand tickled my prostate, the other milked my wild cock and her mouth worked like a corkscrew down my head and back out again.

Finally the fuck fest was over, the evidence of Denise's prize lay across her skin, mostly on her breasts as I had always dreamed.

It was just as knee-weakening as I had thought it would be.

"Come sit beside me, stud," she patted the rug beside her, "Enjoy the show."

I collapsed beside her and marveled at how she scraped the ropes of cum from her chest and dragged them against her outstretched tongue.

Gulp.

The tongue reappeared empty and she slowly loaded another finger full of steaming cum onto it.

"Do you have any more, Solomon," she quoted, a wild, friendly smile hit her lips as she remembered what to say, "I love fucking you, you're such a stud."

Another mouthful of seed disappeared. Finally, with a flourish she held up her chest and licked the tops of her breasts clean. 

When she let her breasts fall down she turned to me, saw my dreamy expression and buckled over in laughter. 

"It's all gone," she pouted like a child who had just eaten the last scoop of ice cream, "I don't think I'll ever be fucked like that again."

I bumped into her softly and kissed her shoulder tenderly. "I don't know about that, Denise," picking her up I tossed her haphazardly across the bed and fell on top of her. 

"You're ass makes a great pillow," I moaned as I settled the back of my head against her.

"It's yours," she giggled, "Use it as long as you like."