1 comments/  15258 views/  4 favorites

LA Aces Ch. 01

By: Doctor_Nick



Hi, everybody! … I'm going to assume you all said "Hi, Doctor Nick!" and move on. There's no real need for a lot of preamble here: This is a sex story. If you're under the age of 18, or you live in a part of the world where you're not allowed to read sex stories, then you really shouldn't read this. Cause it's a sex story, remember? 

With that out of the way, let's get down to business. Feedback is nice; I really do enjoy getting it. Send me some at the address in my profile and I promise that I will get back to you.

* * *

Chapter 1: McPheever

Saturdays in Las Vegas are Hell. It's always a tourist town, but on Saturday it seems like every moron within 300 miles of the place comes down to lose money, get drunk and generally annoy the folks like me who have to live here. Of course, LA's within 300 miles, so it also means we get a fair share of celebrities coming down and having everything handed to them. It's like the casinos think they'll get more business if Andy Dick shows up every now and then.

Now, not every Hollywood bitch that shows up here is a worthless twat like Andy Dick; some of them are attractive enough to briefly distract you from the horrible character flaws. Luckily, I happened to be sitting at a table across from one of those lovely "ladies" on one usually hot October Saturday; "Miss McPhee," I heard everyone calling her. I had already taken at least a couple thousand from her, though it probably would have been more if I had been able to take my eyes off of her and look at my cards for the past hour. She was annoying, she was bossy, she made sure to smile and strike a supposedly-sexy pose for every single camera that she saw, but God DAMN was she hot.

I was so distracted by her, I didn't even notice when she started beating me. My eyes were somewhere around her cleavage when she went all-in with what I was sure was nothing. I called. I looked down to my chip stack to push whatever meager amount she had left in, when I noticed something that shocked me.

"Where did all my chips go?" I turned around, expecting to see someone running from the table with their arms full of stolen chips. She laughed, the sort of infectious giggle that would be really annoying if one was exposed to it more than once every month or so. I turned back, and for once my eyes settled somewhere other than her body. My chips, the ones I had spent the past two hours winning from her, were back on the other side of the table, and I was the one who was all in! I had her on a bluff; she wanted me to fold, I called to get her out of my hair, thinking that my nothing would be better than hers. Of course, she actually had a hand, and I was broke. In an instant, it seemed, I had gone from wondering which new plasma to get to wondering if I was going to be able to pay the rent next month. She stood up, posed for a camera, smiled at me, and left. Her assistants gathered up my plasma, my rent and my pride, and followed after her.

I felt like I was moving through a daze for the next couple of hours. I got some cash out of an ATM, grabbed a cab back to my apartment, and just sat there, flicking channels aimlessly. After a drink, and then another, I decided that sitting around and feeling sorry for myself wasn't going to help anything. It would be much more productive for me to hit a bar, find some skank who thinks "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" gave her a license to fuck the first guy she saw, and take out my frustrations on her pussy rather than my liver.

Of course, it was still Saturday in Las Vegas, and that meant my regular stomping grounds were swamped. I had to wait 20 minutes just to get in, and even when I did I found it almost impossible to move through the place. I eventually managed to wiggle my way over to the bar, and had just ordered a Heineken when I saw her. She was in a corner, barely wearing a tight green dress that showed off nearly every bit of skin she had. After I got my drink, I called the bartender back over.

"Hey Tony," I shouted over the crowd and the loud music, "Who's that?" I gestured towards her with my bottle.

"Over in the corner?" I nodded. "You should know, man; she's famous."

"I guessed." She smiled, and stuck her ass out for one of the cameras that seemed to follow her everywhere. I could hear her stupid giggle all the way across the room. She looked in my direction, and for a second I thought our eyes met, but then she looked away.

"Come on, man, don't tell me you don't know Katharine McPhee!" The look on my face must have told him I didn't. "She was on AI, man! Runner up!" I opened my mouth, but quickly shut it. If Tony didn't know by now that I was the only guy in the world who had never seen a second of that crap, he never would. "Want me to introduce you?"

"No." I was already headed over there. "We've met."

"So I've got to ask," I started, with a combination of awe and anger, "How does a brainless Hollywood cunt like you wind up clearing me out?" Okay, it was mostly anger. Still, Katharine wasn't surprised; she smiled (God, she has a pretty smile) before answering.

"Well, you shit-eating douchebag," she said in a voice that, while friendlier than the one I had used, wasn't exactly friendly, "You have a tell."

"A tell."

"Yes. You give away your hand."

I rolled my eyes. "I know what a tell is, and I don't have one."

"Maybe not normally, but with me you sure did."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep. You see, when you had a good hand, you got lost in my eyes." 

I stammered. "I wouldn't say I got lost…" Truth was, I did. Go ahead, look her up, see if you don't. Now imagine them in person.

"Oh yes, you did. You're doing it now." I made a point of looking away. "But, when you didn't have a good hand…" she stuck out her impressive chest, and everything around me went sort of quiet as my eyes made their way down, past her neck, finally coming to a stop staring at the gorgeous mounds of her soft, beautiful— "—tits." 

I had to shake my head and blink a few times before responding. "…what?" 

Again, she smiled when she should have hit me. "You looked at my tits when you had a bad hand." 

I sighed, and started wondering why I had bothered confronting her. "Well, the least you could after practically robbing me blind is buy me a drink." 

She licked her lips, looking me over as she did. "Sure. Not here, though." She took my hand and started to lead me through the crowd. I couldn't see where we were going, partly due to the crowd and partly due to the uncountable number of flashes that were going off all around me. After about a minute of this, we made it through a small door and into an alley next to the bar. Once I was able to rub all the little green circles out of my eyes, I was able to surmise that Katharine had pulled me out the side door, the star showing a rare urge to avoid the paparazzi. 

Before I could open my mouth and get out any of the questions I wanted to ask, she was pulling me again, this time toward a white limo that had just pulled up at the end of the alley, maybe thirty feet away from us. She got in the back, and was trying to pull me in with her when I managed to break free. I heard shouting behind us, and turned my head to see what was causing it. Mistake. The press had followed, and I was greeted by the sight of about half a dozen photographers running toward me, and again with the damn flashbulbs. Katharine grabbed me with both hands and pulled me into the car, the driver gunning it before the door had even been shut.

Katharine climbed over me and pulled the door shut while I took stock of my new surroundings. The back of the limo was less like the backseat of a car, and more like a fancy living room that just happened to be moving. Black leather seats wrapped around the entire interior, except for a bar area and the door I had just been yanked through. The floor was soft, carpeted, red with an intricate black pattern in the shape of a rose. I temporarily lost myself, and tried to get to my feet. After bumping my head on the ceiling, I sheepishly crawled into a seat. Katharine had poured two glasses of champagne, and she gave me one, raising her own. 

"To Simon Cowell," she said enthusiastically, downing her glass in one sip.

"Simon Cowell," I repeated, also emptying my glass. "Why Simon Cowell?" I asked as she started pouring refills.

"If I didn't give him such good head, I wouldn't be here." She giggled again, taking a big sip. I began to wonder whether she was drunk or stupid; either way, that laugh was really getting on my nerves. Katharine moved closer to me, crossing her legs in a way that seemed to be begging for me to look at them. I hadn't thought it possible, but her legs were even more attractive than her eyes or her breasts, long and lean without looking skinny. When my gaze finally made its way upward, I saw that Katharine had seen me ogling her, and approved. She put her hand on my thigh, and without really thinking about it I put mine on hers. "You know," she started, eyes piercing me, "The press is going to think we're sleeping together." I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just swallowed and nodded. She smiled wickedly, and moved closer, her dress brushing up against my shirt. She leaned in, her cleavage practically pouring itself into my lap as she whispered into my ear. "I'd hate to give them the wrong impression." 

She kissed my neck hotly, while at the same time her hand moved from my thigh to my crotch, starting to rub me through my jeans. I could only close my eyes and moan as Katharine had her way with me, my hand tightening its grip on her thigh as she tightened her grip on my cock. In an instant, I was rock hard, and in another I thought I was going to cum just from her mouth on my neck and her hand on my cock. Just as quickly, though, she stopped. I looked at her, totally shocked, and she gave me that same devilish grin.

"What was that about?"

"Well, I had to stop, silly…we're here." And we were, wherever "here" was; the limo had stopped, and the driver had already opened the door for Katharine to get out. She did, and with supreme effort I was able to follow her and stand up outside the car. It was a pleasant surprise that there were no photographers in my face, and an even more pleasant surprise that we were standing in front of Caesar's Palace. I'd never actually been to Caesar's; odd, I know, for someone who lives here, but it had just never come up. 

I wish I could give a detailed description of what the place looked like on the inside, but we were flying through there at what felt like light speed. Someone must have known we were coming, because it was a straight shot from the car to the elevator, and then she was all over me again. Her lips went back to my neck, her hand went back to my cock, and my eyes went to the back of my head. Once again, I found myself wishing for just one more minute, as I was about ready to burst when the doors slid open and Katharine's ministrations stopped.

She took my hand, and we practically sprinted through the hallway toward her room. Once the door shut behind her, she jumped at me. I caught her, thankfully, and she wrapped her legs around me. She kissed me hard on the lips, our tongues wrestling for control. I pinned her against the door, pulling her dress over her head as she ripped off my shirt. Supporting her ass with my left hand, I was able to unbutton my jeans and pull them and my underwear down to my ankles, my throbbing cock pushing against her moist pussy. "Nooo," she groaned, and my eyes nearly popped out of my skull. "Not here," she moaned, already breathing heavily. "The bed." I sighed, and turned around, thankfully seeing that the bed wasn't too far away. I managed to shuffle my way over to it, and gently put her down. She kicked off her heels as I got my shoes and pants all the way off, and then I joined her in the bed.

I kissed her this time, and she moaned into my mouth as I took control. I broke the kiss, working my way down to her neck. I mimicked her earlier actions, passionately kissing her neck as my fingers danced around her pussy. I gently slid two of them in, brushing up against her clit before moving them away. She gasped, and looked up at me. I smirked, and she glared at me. With a sudden burst of strength I didn't think she possessed, she got out from under me, grabbed me, and spun me around so that she was on top. She straddled my stomach, kissing her way down my chest, toward my cock. I took the opportunity to grab her ass, palming her cheeks, my thumbs making little circles on them. 

She stopped moving down just as she was over my cock, and feeling her hot breath on it nearly made me lose control. I tightened my grip on her ass, breathing heavily as I silently begged her to keep going. It didn't take long, though, for me to discover that that was not what she had in mind. Her kisses moved back up my chest, and my moan of disappointment was muffled as she kissed me again on the lips. She had my wrists pinned to the bed, and the force of her kiss left no doubt that she would be the one in control. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she lowered her pussy down onto my cock, teasing me by pulling up just as I was about to slip into her. She broke the kiss, and pulled her head up, looking into my eyes as she lowered her pussy once more. She must have seen the desperation in my eyes; I could hear it in my own voice.

"Please…" She smiled again, that same wicked grin, and let me have my pleasure. Her cunt was amazing; hot and wet and seemingly molded just for my cock. It fit like a glove, and the moan I let out as I slid into her was the most satisfied sound I had ever made in my life. My eyes closed, or maybe I just went blind from the sensation, as her cunt worked its magic on my cock. I couldn't move, I didn't want to; every fiber of my being was focused on the feeling of my cock in Katharine's pussy. She kissed my chest again, tongue flicking over my nipples, and the pleasure increased. She brought herself up, slowly, only to come back down again. Over and over she repeated this, never the same tempo twice. She'd go up slowly and then fly back down, she'd go up in an instant and take an eternity coming back down. Once, it felt like she went up and down on me six times in the span of a second. I shuddered at this, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. For the first time since her pussy lips touched my cock, I opened my eyes, and I saw her looking right at me. I swallowed, carefully choosing my words. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."

If she heard me, or understood, or cared, I'll never know. She did it again, her pussy moving up and down on my cock a half dozen times before I could register that she'd even moved. I could feel the pressure building in my balls; I knew there was no way I'd be able to stop myself from shooting if she did that again. She smiled at me, and looked me in the eye as her pussy worked, almost daring me not to cum. I couldn't help it, though, and hot cum erupted from my cock, shooting into her as her pussy milked me for every drop it could get. I felt her juices running down my cock, and then sometime later I felt her get off the bed and kiss me on the cheek. I tried, I really did, to get out of the bed, but in the end it was a losing battle. My eyes slowly closed, and before I could force them open I had fallen asleep.

I woke the next morning in pretty much the same position I had been in when I fell asleep. Rubbing my eyes, I forced myself up and out of bed, stumbling blindly through the hotel room. I called out for Katharine, but she was nowhere to be found. Figuring she had bolted on me, I made my way into the bathroom for a quick shower before I got out of there. When I came out and started gathering my clothes, I saw a folded cocktail napkin on the bedside table. I picked it up and sat down on the side of the bed; it smelled like Katharine's perfume. She had left me a note, along with a card that had a phone number on it.

You're cute. Had fun last night. Give me a call sometime.

Kat

* * *

All in all, it had been a shitty week. I wanted to call her right away – partly to make sure I hadn't been dreaming, partly to see if there was any chance that it would happen again. I quickly dismissed the notion, not wanting to seem needy or desperate, and tried to get back to my regular life. Part of me wanted to call her, but another part said that it would just be stupid; she probably just said "give me a call sometime" to be nice, like the dozens of people who write "keep in touch" in your high school yearbook that you never hear from again.

Finally, late Wednesday night, I decided I had nothing to lose but pride (something that was already weakened by only being able to last one round with her), and called, wanting to leave a message on her voice mail.

"Hello?" Shit. She picked up. I stammered. "Hello?" Oh, God.

"Um, uh…wrong number." I quickly hung up, and collapsed onto my bed. "Smooth, Nick…real smooth."

With my sex life shot, it would have been nice to at least have money not be an issue. But, of course, Katharine had managed to screw me over on that front as well; with my bank account in ruins, Lady Luck chose this exact moment to give me the worst run of cards in my life. Never had so many sevens and twos found themselves in my possession, and when I wasn't getting dealt a bad hand, some idiot was getting lucky at my expense. If it wasn't for the number of times it came up on the river to give some jackass his flush, I would have forgotten what the ace of spades looked like. So, like I said earlier, it was a pretty shitty week.

I met my roommate, Sonny, on the way out of our building as I was coming in.

"Hard day at the tables?" 

I sighed, and rolled my eyes. "The worst."

"You said that yesterday."

"Well, today was worse than yesterday. So today was the worst. Okay?" I immediately felt bad; Sonny was a good guy, and he didn't deserve me biting his head off.

"Hey, Nick, listen. I know I've said it before, but if you want me to pay your half of the rent this month, it's cool. I can do it."

"No, Sonny. I'm not saying it because I'm proud," I saw his comeback before he made it, and defused it. "I've been thinking: This is my worst run in a long time, maybe ever. Maybe somebody's trying to tell me something. Somebody up there wants me to get out of here, go back home and start fresh." 

Sonny raised an eyebrow. "Somebody 'up there?' Since when do you believe in anybody 'up there?'"

"I'm not saying I do. But…it's possible." 

Sonny smiled, and patted me on the back. "You know what? I think you're right. There is somebody up there," Sonny pointed up for effect, "And she's gonna make things all better. Look, I gotta go, man…I'll see you when I see you." Sonny was off before I could ask what he meant by "make things all better," or since when he was in with the "God is a woman" crowd. I made my way up to 7G, closed the door behind me, and was greeted by a hot, passionate kiss.

I made a conscious effort to keep my eyes open, at least until I was absolutely sure it was real. She moaned into my mouth, and I moaned right back into hers. She held my head firmly in place, but my hands moved all over her body. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, rubbed down her silk-covered back, took two big handfuls of her amazing ass. It wasn't until she stepped back and I looked into her gorgeous eyes that I knew for sure it was her. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She laughed.

"Glad to see you too, stud." I stammered. "What's the matter, honey? Kat got your tongue?" She giggled again, the same sound I had heard in my head about a million times over the past week.


LA Aces Ch. 01



"I'm just…surprised, is all," I managed to get out. "Both by you being here, and what you're wearing."

"What, this?" Kat struck a pose, sticking her chest out. "You like?" I nodded; the black lace teddy, thong and heels were very hard not to like. I could feel myself getting hard already. "Mmm, I see that you do like."

"Sonny, my roommate…he was just here. Does he know you're here?" 

Katharine's smile grew wider. "Mm-hmm...he wanted to stick around and watch. I had to suck him off to get him to leave us alone. Now we have all the time in the world." Katharine came back close to me, her hands working on taking off my belt as she looked up in my eyes. "Where's the bedroom, sweetie?"

I pointed in the right direction; Katharine turned and led the way, her ass swaying from side to side as she did. She pulled the teddy over her head as she walked, tossing it back to me. I caught it and immediately discarded it, more interested in what it had been covering than the garment itself. She got to the bedroom and turned around, letting me take a long look at her gorgeous breasts before speaking.

"Where do you want me?"

"Well, with all this talk about you sucking guys off, I think I deserve some…but first, on the bed. Hands and knees." She smiled, and got into position, wiggling her ass for me. I shed my shirt and pants before joining her, getting on my knees behind her and slowly running my fingers down her spine. I followed the fingers with a trail of soft kisses, and she gasped. I took hold of her thong and slowly slid it down her legs. After I pulled it off, I took a whiff; it was wet, and it smelled magnificent. I held it in my right hand, in front of Kat's face, while my left hand started to slowly tease her pussy lips.

"Smells like somebody's a little horny, doesn't it?"

Katharine moaned. "Yeah…I'm so fucking horny…" I pressed the panties against her face, and to my surprise she took them into her mouth. She moaned into them as my fingers sped up their teasing of her lips, and I decided I liked the sound so much that I wouldn't take them out just yet.

I took my left hand away from her pussy, but it was instantly replaced by my right as I moved myself into a better position. I rubbed her ass with my free left hand, and started kissing my way down her fabulous legs. I tasted every inch of her flesh, savoring the salty taste of the sweat from the inside of her knees. As I kissed and licked my way back up her right leg, I suddenly slid two fingers into her pussy; she gasped, and the thong fell out of her mouth.

She leaned forward to pick it up with her teeth, and I was seized by inspiration. Keeping my fingers in her pussy, I took my left hand and grabbed the back of her neck, pinning her to the bed. She moaned.

"Fuuuck…oh, God…" I smiled, lining my cock up with her dripping cunt. I slowly slid my fingers out of her pussy, holding them up to her lips.

"Lick them clean, Kat…taste your cunt!" She did, and the feeling of her tongue on my fingers was amazing. I almost couldn't wait to feel it on my cock, but I decided to stick with the plan and started pushing my cock into her pussy.

She moaned as I popped the head in, and the moans grew steadily louder as I pushed myself into her inch by inch. I could tell that it was killing her to stay still; she wanted to writhe and buck, but the hand on her neck held her firmly in place. I pulled out, slowly, then pushed back in again. My right hand, still wet with her saliva, started tracing circles around her tiny, pointed nipples.

"Oh, fuck…fuck me hard!"

"You don't need to ask me twice." I sped up, my cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. It was every bit as warm and wet and perfect as I remembered it; the different position gave a different feel, but it was impossible to say if it was better or worse than the one I had enjoyed a week ago. Just different.

"Harder! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Fuck me harder!" I complied, fucking her pussy hard and fast, determined to make her cum before I did. I was struck with another wave of inspiration, and took my left hand off of her neck. She moaned, sounding almost disappointed that I had given her a bit of freedom, but the moan quickly turned into a scream as both my hands suddenly pinched her nipples, hard.

I could tell that I was hurting her, but it was also sending her over the edge; she pushed back hard against me as she came, juices flooding from her pussy and down her legs. I let go of her nipples, and she started coming down, breathing heavily as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. I gently pulled out of her, and she collapsed. I just sat next to her, stroking her hair as she fought to regain her breath. She was hot and sweaty and totally exhausted, but she was still amazingly beautiful. I leaned back on the pillows, my hard cock glistening with her juices.

"Wow," she finally got out. "…wow."

"Two wows? Is that it?" She turned her head to look at me.

"What did you want? 'Oh, Nick, you're the best lover I've ever had, please come move to LA with me'?"

"Something like that would have worked."

"I'll keep that in mind." She turned herself over, resting her head on my chest. We sat like that in silence for a few minutes, with me stroking her hair and her apparently lost in thought. "Do you want to?"

"Do I want to what?"

"Come out to LA with me." I looked down at her, and she looked up at me.

"You're not serious."

"I am. I've been thinking about it."

"For like five minutes!"

"No…I've thought about it ever since Wednesday, when you called me." That was surprising.

"How…how did you know that was me?" She looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Well, for one, I recognized your voice. And for two, there's a beautiful thing called Caller ID."

"Fine, so you knew that I called, but how did you get here? Did you call Sonny and have him give you directions?"

"Nope; I Googled your ass. Got your name, street address, and turn-by-turn directions." With that little mystery dealt with, we returned to our contented silence for a while, before Katharine spoke again. "So?"

"So what?"

"So, do you want to come out to LA with me?" I could tell that she was serious, so I decided that the least I could do was humor her and think about it for a second. And the more I thought, the more attractive the idea seemed. It would be pretty shitty of me to just leave without giving Sonny any help with the rent, but I could figure out a way to get it to him. And beyond that, I really had nothing to tie me down to Vegas. The city was becoming a parody of itself: Too over-the top, too crowded, too hot. I had kicked around the idea of being an actor before I chose Vegas, and moving to LA would at least bring me closer to the action. Plus, most importantly, it would mean I got to stay with Kat.

"Yeah. I do." She smiled, and hugged me, then started getting out of bed.

As I watched her, my cock sprang back to life; I remembered that I still hadn't cum, and I really didn't want to deal with a case of blue balls. I sat on the edge of the bed, and stared a hole in Katharine's back until she turned around.

"What?"

"There's still something you owe me." I looked down meaningfully, and she seemed to grasp my meaning.

"Nick, come on, I thought you were joking." She turned around and started gathering up her outfit.

"Katharine," I said, with a commanding edge in my voice, "Come here." She turned to look at me, and then came, standing right in front of me. Our eyes met, and she seemed to be scared, but titillated. I tried my best to remain firm in both my gaze and my tone. "Kneel." She swallowed, and then got down on her knees. The fear was gone from her now, and her eyes almost begged me to give the order that was on the tip of my tongue. I took my cock in my hand and placed the tip on her lips; they quivered. "Suck."

In an instant, Katharine had opened her mouth and taken my cock inside. Before I could let out the moan of pleasure that this action generated, it was back out. Her lips wrapped themselves around my cock, she sucked, and then she was off. Over and over this went on, until my cock was as rock hard and throbbing as it had been while it was buried in her pussy. Then, she started working at it with her tongue. The pleasure her tongue had given my fingers was nothing compared to what it was giving to my cock. She could tease and tantalize the smallest point while seemingly engulfing my entire cock with her tongue. I was trying my hardest to keep my eyes open, not for fear that I would cum but simply because I was worried I would lose consciousness if I didn't. I ran my fingers through her soft hair as she worked, her arms hanging at her sides while her mouth gave my cock all the pleasure it could handle.

She would hold me deep in her throat while her tongue danced around my tip, then pull off and suck the head so hard I felt like she would tear it off. All the while she kept her eyes locked on mine, reveling in the pleasure that she was giving me and knowing that she could make me cum whenever she wanted to. More times than I could count I felt the pressure in my balls grow, and she would slow down just enough that I didn't hurt myself by holding it in. The more she sucked, the more I felt that she was the one in control; even though I had ordered her to do it and she had seemed so submissive, she was now completely in control. I continued to stroke and caress her hair, focusing on it when the pleasure in my cock nearly became too much to handle.

I felt the pressure in my balls building again, and she must have as well, because she redoubled her efforts. She wasn't going to let me slide away this time, oh no; Katharine had decided that I was going to cum, and I had no say in the decision. I looked down at her, almost begging her not to stop, until finally I just had to cum. And God, how I did. I leaned back and had to take my hands out of Katharine's hair and use them to hold myself up. With one final suck on the tip of my cock, she sent me into orgasm; my cock thrust forward into her mouth as I shot load after load into it. Thinking about it now, I can't decide which is more amazing: The fact that I didn't pass out or the fact that she held every single drop of my cum in her mouth.

When I was finally done, I collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch my breath as she had earlier. When I was finally able to sit up and look at her, she immediately caught my eye. Her hands were folded in her lap, she was sitting back on her heels, and her mouth was full. She opened it, and I could see the load that she had just taken from me sitting on her tongue. She closed her mouth, smiled her devilish little grin, and swallowed. The very sight was so sexy, so erotic, that I came again, one single shot that splattered onto her face and tits. For a second I was terrified, but she just smiled the same smile and got to her feet. Scooping my cum from her tits with her fingers, she said, "I think I need to go clean up" and walked away, licking her fingers clean.



LA Aces Ch. 02



Hi again, everybody! I promise I'll stop doing that just as soon as it stops being funny. Once again, I'll make this brief: This is a sex story. If you're under the age of 18 or live in a part of the world that doesn't let you read sex stories, don't read this. Cause it's a sex story, remember?

Feedback, as always, to the address in my profile.

LA Aces – Chapter 2: Maid in America

* * *

"Take this left up here."

"But the airport's on the right."

"I know." I looked at her and raised my eyebrow. She looked back at me, reading my expression through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. "We're not going to the airport." I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, but she continued. "You missed the turn."

"What? Shit!" I turned back to the road just in time to see the on-ramp Katharine wanted me to take fly by on the left. I sighed. "Okay. Not a problem. I am, if nothing else, a master of the U-turn by elaborate and questionably-legal means." I snickered to myself as I started demonstrating this skill. Katharine smiled.

"And you're a good fuck."

"And I'm a good fuck. If you say so."

"So," I started, after managing both to get us in the direction she wanted to go and not get pulled over or killed doing it, "since we're not going to the airport, where are we going?"

"We're going to LA."

"No, I mean now. Where are we going now?"

She looked at me with a sort of "what are you, stupid?" expression and repeated herself, slowly, as if she was speaking to someone who didn't understand English. "We're going to Los Angeles."

It dawned on me, and I couldn't believe it. "You mean we're driving?"

"Yeah." She looked like she had restrained the urge to add a "duh" at the end.

"Katharine...it's three hundred miles!"

She nodded, quickly replying, "Uh-huh." I stared at her, mouth agape, hoping against hope that she was kidding. She looked at me, incredulous. "What? So it's three hundred miles, what's the big deal?"

"Well, one, it's three hundred miles. Two, it's three hundred miles through the desert. Three, it's three hundred miles through the desert when it's something like three hundred degrees. Four-"

She cut me off. "Four, it's three hundred miles through the three hundred-degree desert, and you get to drive a sweet-ass car for every last one of them. Five, you get to spend these three hundred miles in the three hundred-degree desert driving this sweet-ass car with me, your sweet-ass girlfriend." She smiled as she said the last part, putting her head on my shoulder. Even though they were behind dark sunglasses, I could imagine her batting her eyes at me, and the thought was enough to make me melt. I smiled.

"Well, you do have a pretty sweet ass..."

"That's the spirit!"

Now that we were set on our destination, we both fell silent. Katharine put in a CD, not one of hers (I recognized the voice of Britney Spears on one track), while I took time to reflect on our escape from my apartment building. It hadn't been much of an escape, really, no bars or guards or anything like that, but Katharine had seemed convinced that we were going to be ambushed by the press at any minute. It was very uncharacteristic of her, at least what I knew of her; she had seemed so eager to pose and show off for the cameras before we hooked up. But now she had gone out of her way to conceal herself, hiding her eyes behind dark sunglasses and covering her hair with a cowboy hat.

Maybe I was reading too much into it, and she had just chosen a look; the hat certainly fit in well with the pink blouse she was wearing, tied to show off both midriff and cleavage. And the white of the hat perfectly matched the white shorts she wore, just barely covering the sweet ass I was very much looking forward to investigating further. She topped it off with a pair of knee-length high-heeled boots, the kind of shoes that I knew had to hurt, but if she was willing to wear them I wasn't willing to stop her. My jaw literally dropped when I saw her, and I did not manage to pick it up again for several minutes. She had just smiled, and apparently I had given just the reaction she was looking for.

My attention was snapped back to the present as I felt Katharine put her head back on my shoulder. We were the only car on the road, now, and any semblance of civilization had been replaced with a whole lot of nothing, desert punctuated by the occasional billboard or road sign as far as the eye could see. I checked the gas gauge and saw that we were still doing fine, then I thanked God that Katharine had had the foresight to suggest we fill up before hitting the road.

"So...tell me about yourself, Nick...Nick...that's a good place to start. What's your last name?" I turned my head to look at her, and was once again struck by how sexy she looked. She had repositioned herself so that her head was resting on my shoulder and her feet rested on the open window frame, right leg crossed over left. She had tossed the hat down onto the floor in front of her, and the wind whipped through her hair. I swallowed, and then mentally slapped myself back to attention.

"Greenwood."

"Okay, then, Mr. Nick Greenwood...what do you do?"

"Well, until Little Miss 'Show Off Her Tits And Get Me All Flustered' showed off her tits and got me all flustered, I played poker. Then you showed up; after that I pretty much just acted as a human ATM."

"Hmm...I must be bad luck. You should probably stay away from me." She giggled; I remembered a time when I hated that laugh, but now it was simply an endearing trait. I laughed a bit as well, taking my right hand off the wheel to pull her closer to me. She sighed contentedly, almost a purr, and stayed like that until she drifted off to sleep.

* * *

It was about an hour later that she woke up. I had filled the car up while she was asleep, counting myself lucky that the roar of the engine when it started didn't wake her. She stirred, still half-asleep, but lifted her head from my shoulder and opened my eyes after I accidentally drove over a pothole.

"Mmm...where are we?" She yawned.

"I think we crossed into California about twenty minutes ago."

Suddenly, she screamed. Out of instinct, I slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. Luckily, we were still the only people on the road.

"What? What is it?" I looked around, expecting to see a dead animal or a psycho killer with a chainsaw.

"Look at my legs!" Katharine was frantically searching through the glove compartment, and I could see that she had gotten a little sunburned on her legs. I was relieved that we weren't killers or about to be killed, plus I needed to get my heart rate down, so I let out a little laugh. Mistake. "You think it's FUNNY?!?" She had taken off the glasses to help her search, and I could see panic turning to rage in her eyes.

"No, Kat, it's not that. I just..." I swallowed, carefully choosing my words. "I just thought, when you screamed, that we were going to die. Not that—"

"Not that I could have skin cancer?!? Not that I have a shoot in three days?!? Not that I'm gonna have horrible tan lines for the rest of the month?!? Argh!"

"Kat...Katharine...calm down. Here, let me." She had found the sunscreen, and seemingly squirted half the bottle into her palm, ready to apply it to her legs. I took the bottle from her, and got her to dump the sunscreen from her hands into mine. I then dumped it outside the car.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting on sunscreen isn't going to make the sunburn go away, okay?" She pouted, looking terrified. I shifted the car into park and turned it off as I continued. "Just trust me. We need to put on just enough so that the burn doesn't get any worse before we get to LA. Now, recline the seat and sit up on the headrest."

She did as I asked, and I positioned myself so that I was sitting on my knees on the edge of her seat. She scooted back, and extended her left leg.

"Look, the burn's not even that bad," I told her. It was true; while her leg was a little browner than it had been when we left, you could hardly call it red. I put a small amount of sunscreen in my left palm and rubbed it on her knee; she gasped, and I pulled back. "What's wrong? Is it hot?"

"No...it's kinda cold." I started rubbing the sunscreen in, and she bit her lip. I put some on my other hand, and rubbed it onto her right knee. She bit harder, then started looking around us, seemingly checking to make sure we really were alone in the middle of the desert. "Could you maybe go a little higher?"

I could hear the unspoken desire in her voice; if she was trying to hide it, she was a bad actress. I decided to be coy, very slowly working my up to her thighs. She gasped when I hit a spot she liked, and I immediately moved away from it. She especially seemed to enjoy when I rubbed the insides of her thighs, so I deliberately made slow, long circles along the outside, occasionally flirting with the inside but never actually going there.

This was driving her wild, I could tell; the teasing was getting her revved up, but at the same time she was frustrated that I wasn't doing more. I moved back down, and she actually let out a disappointed sigh. I feigned ignorance.

"Is something wrong, dear?"

To her credit, she tried to keep up the illusion a bit longer. "There's one spot, right here," she touched her inner thigh, just below where her shorts ended, "That's really bugging me. You think you could rub some sunscreen on it?"

Without warning, I pounced on her. She yelped in surprise, but I silenced her with a kiss. Just as she started kissing me back, I broke it. She looked confused; I grinned. "Now, really...is that the spot? Are you sure there isn't some other spot you might want me to pay more attention to?" I started kissing her neck, trying to coerce the answer out of her.

"Well...maybe..."

I chuckled, satisfied, and slowly started working my way down. I'm usually not one for foreplay, but Kat had a body that just begged to be explored. Unfortunately, we didn't have all the time in the world, so I made my journey brief. Once I was done with her neck, I made my way down through her cleavage, being sure to stop and give each breast a quick lick before moving on. I paid a little more attention to her midriff, kissing ever-shrinking circles around her bully button. When I finally got there, I lapped at it like a bowl, then did it twice more when she gave a particularly pleasing little giggle.

As my hands started working on getting her shorts off, I reacquainted myself with her thighs. Not wanting to get too much sunscreen on my tongue, I kept it to kisses, but it was enough to get a few nice gasps out of Katharine as I picked my spots at random. Once I managed to pull off her shorts, I slid them down her legs and held them up for her to see.

"Now, what should I do with these?" I appeared to be deep in thought, mulling over places to throw them, places that would be very fun to watch her track them down from. With my head turned away, I didn't see her reaching, and was surprised to feel the shorts yanked right out of my hand.

"Give me those," she scolded. "Enough bullshit. Enough teasing. Eat me." She had never looked so serious, or so intimidating. My playful mood was immediately squashed, but my cock gave a pleasant little leap in my jeans as the dynamic shifted. I tugged her white panties down to her knees, and leaned down to get to work. She spread her legs a bit, giving me more room to operate. I licked slow, meandering circles over her lips, still trying to tease her even as she took control.

Kat was having none of it. With both hands, she took my head and pressed it against her pussy. "I said 'eat me,' not 'lick me for an hour like I'm a fucking Tootsie pop!'" I nodded, and started licking her. I wasted no time, heading right for her clit, my tongue dancing all over it. She moaned, and my hands started to rub her thighs as I licked.

"Fuuuck...yeah, that's it!" She rocked herself from side to side, working it so that she could wrap her legs around me. I redoubled my efforts, tongue skipping and jumping over and around her clit, her pussy growing wetter and wetter as I did. Her moans, once long and low-pitched, were turning to quick gasps and cries. It was clear to me that she was going to cum soon, so I did the only thing I could imagine: I slowed down.

This did not sit well with her. "What...what are you doing?" She gasped. I didn't answer, instead lapping at her cunt with long, slow licks, my tongue straying further and further away from her clit. She wrapped her legs tight around me, pressing my head into her pussy, almost like she would try to suffocate me if I didn't bring her off fast. "God damnit, Nick, I was so close!"

I managed to pull my head up. "I know, but I'm not done yet, so I slowed down." She stared at me, dumbfounded; I just smirked and went back to work. I switched it up on her, now, wrapping my lips around her clit and giving it a long, gentle suck. I followed this with two quick, hard sucks, then another long one.

"Oh, fuuuuuck...oh! Oh, God!" She bit her lip to contain her cries of pleasure, maybe out of fear that someone would hear. Who, I have no idea; the desert was as deserted as it had always been. Still, she did bite her lip, and so I was deprived of the majority of her moans and cries.

Still, I pressed onward. This time, I slid my tongue into her pussy and licked her g-spot, then quickly wrapped my lips around her clit and gave it a hard suck. I was so pleased by my results here that I repeated the trick a few times, using different speeds and intensities as the mood struck me. I felt her building towards her climax again, and this time I decided to let it come.

Kat groaned as I sucked on her clit, then gasped and moaned as my tongue attacked in full force. "Nick...I'm gonna...ohhhhhh, Godddd...oh God, oh God, of FUUUUCK I'M CUMMING!!!"

Her hips bucked against my face as she came, hot cream pouring from her pussy. It was too much, I'm afraid, for me to lick it all up at once, but I did my level best and stayed behind when she was done, licking up every sweet drop I could get my tongue on. Once I was satisfied that there was nothing left, and I had had my fill of licking her just for the heck of it, I lifted my head, wondering how I was going to go about getting my satisfaction.

Unfortunately, that was not in the cards. Once I moved out of the way, she started gathering herself, pulling up her panties and putting her shorts back on. I could tell that it wasn't going to happen, but I still had to open my mouth to ask. She cut me off before I could even start,

"Sweetie, I know this is terrible of me, but I can't give it back right now. I'll make it up to you, I promise, but...not now." She seemed almost as disappointed as I was; if she was lying here, she was a really good actress. I couldn't hide my disappointment, but I nodded and got out of the car.

"It's okay," I said as I walked around, getting back in the driver's seat and starting the car. She kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you."

I started driving again, determined to make it to LA by sundown. Katharine held close to me as we drove, and after a while she drifted back off to sleep, her head resting on my shoulder as I drove through the desert.

* * *

Despite the fact that I had never even heard of her until shortly before she was riding me, Katharine was fairly famous. And, like most fairly famous people, she had a fair amount of money, which she spent on a fairly large piece of real estate in a fairly nice neighborhood.

It was well past midnight by the time we got to it, though, so I wasn't really in the mood to explore. I caught sight of a pool, and something that might have been a tennis court, but my main objective once all of the bags were in was to get to the bedroom before I collapsed. Katharine had beaten me there, and by the time I got in she was already sound asleep. I stripped down to my boxers, carefully got in next to her and kissed her on the cheek before turning over and promptly falling asleep.

* * *

Had to go meet w/ agent about next album.

Back ASAP.

Kat

I was disappointed that I wouldn't get the grand tour from the lady herself, but I quickly got over it; Katharine was busy, what with being famous and all, so I couldn't have her all to myself. I couldn't find my clothes in the bedroom, but there was a black bathrobe (men's, thank God), so I took that instead as I went to look for a bathroom.

I didn't have much trouble finding one, and I decided to indulge myself in a long, hot shower. It wasn't long after I got in, though, that there was a knock on the door.

"Um...yeah?"

"Oh, it is you, monsieur," The voice outside the door was female, with a very appealing French accent, "I am Miss McPhee's maid, Caroline. Miss McPhee told me that she had company. Did you find the bathrobe I left out for you, monsieur?"

"Uh, yeah...I take it you were responsible for my clothes disappearing, too."

"Oh, oui...I put them in the laundry. I hope that is alright. Miss McPhee asked me to tell you that she is very sorry she had to leave so early this morning."

"I know...I got her note."

"Very good, monsieur...I will leave you to your shower. If you need anything, I will be working around the house."

"Alright, thanks." Although I hadn't really looked, I hadn't seen any sign that Katharine shared her house with anyone; I wondered how often this maid of hers came to visit.

After I finished my shower, I slipped back into the robe and padded through the house, looking for Caroline or anything that looked like a laundry room. I had noticed that Kat had mostly hardwood floors, and this proved to my advantage as I heard the clicking of high heels in the next room. I walked in, a question on my lips, but it was quickly abandoned in favor of wordless shock as I saw her.

"Hello, monsieur...did you enjoy your shower?" She was looking right at me, that devilish smirk on her gorgeous face. Her uniform was incredible; black, white trim, cleavage pouring out as she was bent over, dusting a lamp. She turned, and reached up to get a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling. As she did, her skirt rode up, and I caught a glimpse of her garter clasps and what looked to be black satin panties. My eyes trailed downward, following the seam in her black stockings down to the well-polished pumps she wore; together, they made her legs seem even longer and more heavenly than they normally did.

"Yes, Kath-"

"Caroline." She did not turn away from the corner, but I could hear something in her voice that told me it was very important to her that I call her by her "correct" name. I walked up behind her, running the fingers of my right hand through her hair, brushing them up against her black choker.

"Caroline."

To my surprise, she walked away from me, continuing to dust. I followed. It was maddening; she would let me get so close, then she would break off, forcing me to chase again. I thought she was finally going to let me win when she headed to the bedroom, but she just straightened the bed a little before continuing her chores. I followed her through the house some more, and she eventually made her way to the laundry room, where I decided that it was time to move on to the next phase of the game.

The laundry room was narrow, but deep; the washer and dryer were placed against the left wall, and there was only enough space between them and the right wall for a single-file line. Since I had followed Katharine in, she would have had to get around me to get back out, something I didn't intend to let happen.

I took Katharine by the shoulders, spun her around, and kissed her. She moaned into my mouth, and our tongues briefly met, but then she pushed me away.

"Monsieur!" She exclaimed, a look of shock on her face. "What are you doing?!"




LA Aces Ch. 02



"I'm kissing you, Caroline. What did you think I was doing?" I leaned in for another, but she slapped me across the face.

"Well of course that's what you're doing, but what about Miss McPhee?"

I was already moving in again. "What about her?" She brought her hand around to slap me again, but I caught it; she tried the other one, but I caught that one as well. I forced her back against the far wall, and kissed her again. I leaned my entire body weight against her, my cock pressing on her thigh as we kissed. She struggled a bit more, but soon started to submit, letting me take control of the kiss. As soon as she did, I broke it, moving down to her neck.

I brought her arms down behind her back, holding them there with my left hand as my right moved down to her legs. I started pulling off her skirt and panties, letting them slide down her legs. I untied my bathrobe, shrugging it off while my lips and tongue kept up their work on her neck.

"Mmmm, monsieurrr," she purred, "please..." I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy, teasing it.

"Please what?"

She bit her lip, giving me a look of desperation and submission. "Please, monsieur...fuck me." I smiled, pushing my cock into her wet cunt as I did. She moaned, arching her back, and I finally released her hands. She started rubbing her breasts through her top as I thrust myself into her. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, then started rubbing her tits as she pulled it off, revealing a black bra that matched her panties. Katharine unclasped it, and as she took it off I stared hungrily at her tits, admiring her nipples.

"Such perky tits, Caroline...does Miss McPhee like to play with them?" I gently pinched her right nipple with my left hand, starting to slowly piston my cock in and out of her pussy.

Katharine gasped at my pinch, then smiled and licked her lips. "Oui, monsieur; Miss McPhee and I do the nastiest things together." I started to speed up my fucking, slamming myself into her with every thrust. Katharine wrapped her arms around me, licking my bare neck and chest as I fucked her. Both of us were breathing heavily, now; I could tell that we were both getting close to cumming.

"You gonna cum, Caroline? You gonna cream your little maid cunt all over my cock?" I fucked her faster still.

"Mmmm, oui, monsieur...your little maid's gonna cum!" Her pussy was tightly gripping and massaging my cock, and I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and looking into her eyes.

"You cum when I tell you, you got it?" She nodded, biting her lip. I held her gaze. "Alright...here it comes...NOW!!" She cried out in pleasure at the same time I did, our orgasms synching up perfectly; I blasted my load into her pussy just as a flood of cream flowed over my cock. I slumped against her, breathing heavily; if not for the wall, we surely would have fallen over.

Once I had caught my breath, I scooted to my left, sitting on top of the washing machine. The metal was cold against my bare ass, so I grabbed my discarded robe and sat on that. Katharine crouched down and started gathering her clothes, but I wasn't done with her yet. I took a handful of her hair, and tilted her head up to look at me.

"You're not done yet, Caroline; you still have to clean me up." My cock, still rock-hard, was glistening with her juices. Katharine's eyes lit up, and she immediately dropped her clothes.

"Oui, monsieur." Katharine's tongue slid out of her mouth, slowly licking my cock. I let out a pleasurable sigh that turned into a full moan as she unexpectedly wrapped her lips around my cock, deepthroating me instantly and then slowly pulling off until my head popped out of her mouth. She grinned at me, then immediately did it again; I had to fight to make sure my eyes didn't roll into the back of my head.

As her mouth came off my cock the second time, she moved down slightly to work on my balls. Again, her tongue slowly moved over them before her mouth went to work, taking each ball in and giving it a quick, firm suck. Katharine was clearly enjoying herself, a wide grin on her face as her talented mouth toyed with my cock and balls. She never ceased to amaze me; her incredible blowjob was threatening to distract me from what I initially had in mind. I swallowed, steeling my nerves and trying very hard not to make my voice waver.

"Stop." I mostly succeeded, sounding much more authoritative than I felt. Katharine obeyed, pulling off of my cock and looking up at me. "Turn around, Caroline...I'm going to fuck your ass."

Katharine's eyes went wide; she had not expected that. She seemed to go through an intense mental argument with herself in the span of two seconds, then the grin I had come to love returned.

"Oui, monsieur." She stood up and turned around, sticking her ass out. I couldn't stand up to fuck her, so I took her by the waist and pulled her down onto me. My cock pressed against her asshole, and I could feel her tense up. I put my head on her shoulder; she was breathing heavily, and I could feel that her pulse was racing.

"Katharine," I whispered, and she looked at me. I could see an apprehensive look on her face. "Are you sure?" She swallowed, then nodded. "Okay."

I made sure I had a firm grip of her waist, and pushed my cock inside of her. Her ass was incredibly tight, so much tighter than her pussy. She gasped, and I gently kissed her neck. Her hands found mine, and we clasped as I started to push further in. I took it slow, making sure that neither one of us got hurt. When I was about halfway in, I hit a roadblock. I could feel that she had tensed herself up completely.

"Caroline, you need to relax," I told her, kissing her neck. She didn't stop biting her lip, but she took a deep breath and nodded. I could feel her ass relax, and I pushed in further. "That's it...good girl." Her thumb rubbed the back of my hand, and I kissed her neck again.

The going got easier as she relaxed, and I soon found myself buried in her ass. She gasped when I started to pull back; her ass got so tight it felt like my cock was going to snap in two. My own breathing and heart rate increased dramatically, and it wasn't until Katharine calmed down and relaxed again that I was able to move.

"Monsieur," she purred, "your cock feels so good in my ass..."

"I'm glad you like it, Caroline...your ass feels incredible."

She blushed, smiling. "Merci, monsieur."

I pulled back further, then pushed forward, her magnificent ass holding my cock tight. I started to build a rhythm, very slowly building speed as I fucked Katharine's ass. She gasped every time I pushed in, letting out a low moan when I pulled out. Her gasps and moans were coming closer together as I fucked her faster and faster, and she started to push back against me as I did.

I started kissing her neck again, my hands moving up to her breasts. My thumbs circled her hard nipples as I palmed her tits, and I reveled in the happy moan she let out. I was still fucking her ass faster, and I could tell that I was going to cum soon.

"Mmmm Caroline," I started, "I'm gonna cum soon, honey...you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"No, monsieur." She shook her head. "Please, monsieur, cum in my ass...fill it up with your cum!"

Simply hearing her ask for it in her sexy French accent was enough to put me on the brink. I buried my cock in her ass and gently bit down on her shoulder, crying out in pleasure as I came. I held her still, filling her up with as much cum as I could give her, before I finally let her go.

She gently pulled herself off of my cock, standing before me in just her choker, stockings and heels. She crouched down and quickly cleaned me up, then gathered up her clothes and started to leave. When she reached the doorway, I spoke.

"Caroline, that was...incredible."

She smiled, and blushed. "Merci, monsieur."



LA Aces Ch. 03



Hi, everybody! Your old pal Dr. Nick's back with some more of the sweet, sweet humor that I know you love so much. …no? Okay, I also have porn for you. But first, the housekeeping. 

This is a sex story. If you're under 18, or you live in a part of the world that doesn't allow you to read sex stories, don't read it. Cause it's a sex story, remember?

Feedback, as always, should go to the address in my profile.

Chapter 3: Three is a Magic Number

Celebrities: Katharine McPhee, Renee Olstead

Codes: MF, MFF, cons, oral

* * *

"What the fuck is pocky, anyway?" It felt like I had asked myself this question a dozen times already; maybe it was because I had. Since Katharine did in fact have "things to see and people to do," while I didn't, I had volunteered to do the shopping. I had managed to track down every other item on the list, some that I couldn't even pronounce, but pocky was proving to be very elusive.

As I bent down to look at something, I got the distinct impression that I was being watched. As nonchalantly as I could, I straightened myself up, and turned my head. My suspicions were confirmed; someone was checking out my butt. I couldn't help but be flattered, especially when I saw who was doing it.

She had a nice body herself; she was rather short, but she had impressively large breasts that strained against a grey tank top, and her faded blue jeans were tightly hugging her legs. Her red hair was covered by a green baseball cap; her ponytail popped out the back.

I turned back around just as she tried to get another look at me; as I did, I saw my quarry. Just to make me feel stupid, it was right at eye level, about four feet away from me, with "pocky" written on it in big, red letters. Sighing, I grabbed a couple of boxes and headed to the checkout line.

As luck would have it, the redhead was in line next to me. She gave me a look that could only be described as smoldering. I smiled politely, and she returned it, though hers was much more "I want to fuck you right here" than "Please stop ogling me, nice sexy lady." I was thankful to be out of there before she said anything; I wasn't entirely sure that I could get out "I have a girlfriend" before she was on me.

The next couple of hours were uneventful in the sense that nobody (that I knew of) was undressing me with their eyes, but pretty much only in that sense. I noticed somebody taking my picture as I walked by a newsstand, but didn't think anything of it until he started following me. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I saw something out of the corner of my eye: Me. I was on the cover of some celeb gossip rag; I was an "unidentified man" seen getting into a limo with Katharine in Las Vegas. The magazine promised "scandalous secrets" of our antics; for a laugh, I bought it and thumbed through the article.

Apparently we had been dating in secret for months, which was news to me. We had also been seen "cavorting and carrying on into the early hours of the morning, at which point the pair returned to her Las Vegas hotel room for some privacy." Right. I couldn't help but laugh, and the photographer asked me what was so funny.

"It's this," I gave him the magazine as I got into the car. "You guys sure know how to make stuff up."

* * *

I pulled into the driveway, and saw that Katharine had returned. I brought in the bags, and called out to her.

"Kat?" No response. "Katharine?"

"I'm out by the pool!" I didn't know exactly where the pool was, but I figured I could follow the sound of her voice and find it. As I got closer, I heard that she was having a conversation with another woman.

"So I met a guy today." This was the other woman.

"Really? What's his name?"

"Um…okay, so I didn't meet a guy." Katharine giggled; it sounded annoying again. Damn my brain and its cyclical taste in vapid laughs. "But I saw one. He was really cute."

"Like?" Ugh, and she drew out the long i, too…God, what was wrong with me today?

"He was kinda tall, brown hair…well-built, but not in that 'Look at me I'm so buff' kind of way, you know?"

"Oh, I do…I hate people who always obsess over how they look." Says the girl who threw a fit when her legs tanned. Shut up, brain, shut up! I turned a corner, and caught sight of them; they were reclined in pool chairs, under an umbrella.

"Hope you ladies aren't talking about me behind my back," I said with a smile. Katharine, wearing a tiny black bikini, came out first, giving me a quick hug and a kiss. I returned both, then went to drag over a chair for myself while Kat went back to her friend. I could see that they were whispering to each other when I came back. "Is it alright if I join you?"

"Of course." Kat smiled, turning to her friend. "Renee, this is Nick, the guy I told you about. Nick, this is Renee Olstead." I got my first good look at Katharine's companion, and my pulse soared. It was the redhead I had seen in the store, and there was no mistaking the fact that she recognized me. She was wearing a dark blue bikini that went very well with her red hair; it also went very well with her breasts. I had thought them impressive in the market, but now I could see that they were positively massive. I made a concerted effort not to stare as I politely shook her hand.

"Go ahead," she started, sounding like I wasn't the first guy to strain himself to look away, "You can stare at my tits."

I feigned indignation. "Stare? Me?! I am FAR too much of a gentleman to stare at a strange, attractive woman's breasts. Tell her, Kat."

"You stared at mine." 

I turned to face her, still in the act. "You're not helping."

Katharine's face took on a look of sympathy, and it carried through to her voice. "I'm sorry, baby, was I supposed to help?" She looked at Renee, who was laughing. "He never stared…what?"

"You two. You're cute."

We got to talking, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that Renee was smarter than myself and Katharine put together, which pretty meant she was about as smart as me. I took off my shirt after a while in the heat, and Renee started stealing about one glance at my chest for every three I stole at hers. It was like she said, really; my decent physique was more a combination of genes and a lot of walking than hours in the gym.

"Give me a back rub, sweetie?" Katharine asked after the conversation tailed off for a minute. She had already flipped herself over, and I had a feeling that "No" wasn't on my list of options. I got out of my chair and straddled her, my legs on the sides of the chair and my crotch brushing up against her black bikini bottom. I started by just lightly rubbing all over, letting her contented sighs guide me to where I needed to go. Once I found a spot that Katharine liked, I turned to Renee to strike the conversation back up, but she wasn't there. Her chair was empty. I looked to my left, I looked back to my right…nothing. She had vanished.

And then I felt her tongue on my neck.

My entire body froze except for my head, which whipped around to see her grinning wickedly. My eyes went wide. I mouthed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" She only smiled more.

"Something wrong, honey?" Luckily, Katharine kept her head down as she asked; I didn't feel up to the task of explaining why I was staring at another woman when I should have been rubbing her back. I shot Renee a dirty look, and wordlessly returned to my rubbing.

Renee wasn't done, however. As soon as I turned my back on her, she was on me again, her tongue attacking that same sensitive spot on my neck. I closed my eyes and literally shook it off, steeling my reserve. Renee knew what she wanted, though, and she wasn't going to let a little thing like the fact that I was currently sitting on my girlfriend get in her way. She silently wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my chest in a way just like I was rubbing Kat's back. Or maybe I changed my pattern to match hers. I forget.

I swallowed and continued to work, silently praying that Katharine would have another one of her "Sun: Bad" fits. As Renee's hands rubbed my pecs, her tongue slowly moved down my spine, licking up beads of sweat as they rolled down my back. Her hands started moving down, over my nipples, down past my stomach and coming to a stop inches away from my crotch, which itself was pressed against Katharine's ass.

Just as suddenly as Renee had started, she stopped. "Katharine," she pouted, "Nick's not having fun."

"Mmmmm, I think he is…I can feel it." She giggled, and I started to wonder if she could possibly know what Renee had been doing. "Nick, why haven't you been nice to Renee? She's been begging you to give her some attention, and you don't do anything for her? Shame on you."

"E-excuse me?" 

Katharine spun around, a big smile forming on her face when she saw my look of total shock. "You wouldn't stare at her tits, you didn't even so much as moan when she was rubbing and licking you…it's almost like you don't want a three-way."

This had to be a joke. I did not just hear that. Katharine pulled me down into a kiss, rubbing my ass as she kissed me. I felt Renee's hands on my chest again, and I didn't question them. If this was a dream, then all I could hope for was that nobody pinched me.

After a minute or so, Katharine broke the kiss, sliding out from under me. "Chair's too cramped," she explained. "Plus, why have sex in a chair when you could have sex in a pool?" I couldn't see any flaws in her logic, and therefore didn't object as she tried—and failed—to do an impressive cannonball. Renee laughed as Katharine splashed her, and decided to take the more civilized route and use the stairs to get in.

I sat on the edge of the pool, taking off my shoes and socks as I watched Renee and Katharine splash each other. The way they were acting, they could have been a couple of high schoolers, instead of famous celebrities. After a while of this, Katharine swam toward me, looking up at me from the pool.

"What's the problem, sweetie? Water too cold for you? Cause, if it is, "she smiled, "I could make it a little hotter…" She reached behind her back and untied her bikini top, handing it up to me. I held onto it as I started taking off my pants, sliding into the pool alongside her.

"You're right, it is hot in here." I kissed her again, circling my thumbs around her hard nipples. She giggled.

"I can't believe we're doing this," She whispered in my ear as she started taking off her bottoms.

"Neither can I." I pressed her against the wall of the pool, lining my cock up with her pussy. Just as I slid it in, I felt two very large, soft breasts pressing against my back, and Renee's mouth on my neck.

"You two started without me…not fair." Renee squeezed my ass with both hands, and I thrust into Katharine a little harder than I intended to, making her gasp. It was my turn to gasp a second later, as Renee pushed her index finger into my asshole. "You like that, Nicky?"

"It's…different," I replied honestly, sliding my cock in and out of Kat's cunt. Renee chuckled, and started to wiggle her finger a bit. I didn't know exactly what she was hitting, but whatever it was it felt really good. I closed my eyes and moaned, stopping for a second to savor the feeling.

Katharine was having none of that, though, and drew my attention back to her with a kiss. I redoubled my efforts on her pussy, slamming my cock into her with every thrust. She was rocking against me as well, causing our entire bodies to crash together when I pushed in.

Kat's breathing grew heavier as I fucked her; she started writhing in pleasure, her wet hair flying in all directions. I kept my pace, then increased it, smiling triumphantly as Katharine started to orgasm.

"Ohhh, fuck Nick…that's the spot…oh, shit right there…fuuuuuck!!!" She let out a high-pitched scream as she came, her pussy clenching my cock tightly. This, along with the delightful things Renee was doing to my ass, was enough to send me over the edge. I grunted loudly as I shot my load into Katharine's pussy; my ass tightened involuntarily around Renee's finger, making the pleasure that much greater.

I kissed Katharine gently a couple of times as we both basked in the afterglow, but our reverie was interrupted by Renee clearing her throat. "Well, you two have both gotten off…what about me?" I had to smile at her straightforwardness.

"Well…let's do this." I laid out my plan, and after some shifting the pieces were in place: Renee on her back, legs dangling into the pool; Katharine on her knees, with her pussy over Renee's face; I remained in the pool, gently kissing Renee's supple legs.

As I worked my way up to Renee's thighs, Katharine lowered her pussy onto the redhead's face. Looking up, I could Katharine grinding her pussy against Renee's face over her mountainous breasts; it was quite a sight. Kat's eyes were tightly closed; her head was cocked to the side; even though she was biting her lip I could hear her needy moans.

I took Renee's clit into my mouth, giving it a quick, hard suck. I let my tongue circle around it a few times as my fingers probed her moist pussy. I alternated speeds randomly, sometimes attacking her clit with full force and then just standing still, holding her when I thought she was on the brink.

As if my mouth on her pussy and Katharine's pussy on her mouth wasn't enough, Renee was also busying herself by playing with her tits. They had gotten so wet and slick in the pool that it seemed a chore for her just to hold onto them. I let my mind drift off into wondering what it would be like to fuck them; the thought spurred me on to lick her harder, and faster.

Katharine was also playing with her tits, rubbing them in slow circles as Renee attended to her pussy. It felt strangely odd, watching her pleasure, sort of like I was a voyeur instead of a participant. She scrunched her face up as she came for a second time, cream flooding onto Renee's face.

The taste of Katharine's cum was enough to send Renee into orgasm; she bucked and writhed in pleasure as her juices flowed. Katharine rolled off of her, taking Renee's hands off of her tits and replacing them with her own. Katharine gently pinched Renee's nipples, making the redhead gasp.

"You like that, Renee?"

"Yes…uh! That's…ow! Fuck, that's good!"

I continued licking Renee's pussy, shifting my focus slightly. I left her clit alone, my tongue moving to the area where my fingers had been, probing her soft folds. I lapped gently at her pussy, watching as Kat moved down to do the same to her nipples. Renee would arch her back as she got close, and I let her come down before continuing to lick her.

"Oh, Godddd," she moaned, the pleasure bringing tears to her eyes. "Oh God I'm gonna cum, oh God I'm gonna cum, oh God I'm gonna cum," she repeated.

"No, you're not, honey," I told her. "Not until we let you."

Renee wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me in close to her pussy. It was clear that she was close, and she desperately wanted me to bring her over the edge, but I wouldn't be swayed. I tormented her with my tongue, making her scream in frustration.

Katharine had stopped playing with Renee's breasts, instead rubbing her own pussy as I licked Renee's. Her moans mixed with Renee's, creating a sound that was as pleasing to the ear as it was to my cock. I knew that I would have to get off again, but decided to stick to the matter at hand.

Renee's back arched again, telling me that she was close. This time, I decided to finish her off. I took her clit back into my mouth, sucking hard on it and reinserting my fingers into her pussy.

"Oh God Nick that's it…make her fucking cum!" Katharine cried out as she came on her fingers. She held them over Renee's mouth, and the young redhead lifted her head to lick them clean. Kat took Renee's mouth and held it in place, making her suck on the cream-coated fingers.

I attacked Renee's clit with renewed force, and was rewarded as her juices started to flow again. I licked up as much as I could, the rest streaming down her legs and glistening in the late afternoon sun. Satisfied that I had gotten everything out of her that I could get, I sat up on the edge of the pool and watched Renee suck Kat's fingers. After a moment, Kat slowly pulled her fingers out of Renee's mouth, and it was my turn to clear my throat.

"Not that I don't love licking pussy or anything, but I'm gonna explode if I don't cum soon." Katharine giggled. Renee just smiled, moving back towards the pool.

"I think I can take care of you."

She got in, softly rubbing her creamy tits while I scooted closer to the edge. My cock was rock hard and aching for release after going so long without any; it throbbed as I watched Renee. She brought her head down close to my cock, and I could feel her hot breath on it. I almost came just from the warm, moving air; Renee smiled, reveling in my agony.

"You look tasty," she started, "but I think I know some other place you'd like more." She hefted her massive breasts out of the water, and I couldn't help but stare at them. They were, in a word, perfect; I could only imagine what it would be like to have them wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, savoring the anticipation; any second now, those heavenly jugs would be wrapped around my cock…

"Oh, shit, look at the time!" My eyes shot open at Katharine's exclamation; she was looking at a watch that had been on the chair she was in.

"What?" I couldn't begin to comprehend how time mattered at all, when I had been so close to those tits.

"It's 5:30 already!"

"And?!" I felt veins in my neck sticking out.

"And we have to get to the premiere!" Before I could even ask what premiere, or how it mattered, Renee was already responding.

"Oh, shit, we're gonna be late!" She got out of the pool, hurriedly gathering her swimsuit.

"Not if we hurry. Come on, I'll drive you back to your place." Katharine had taken Renee by the hand, and they were now running away from the pool. As they got inside, Katharine called out to me. "I left a suit on the bed for you…I'll be back in half an hour! Be ready!"

And just like that, she was gone. I just sat there for a minute, completely dumbfounded, half expecting them to run back and say that I was on Punk'd.

"She was…" I said to myself. "I was…it was…and then…they…so close…

…

FUCK!"

* * *

"All I'm saying is that it's not fair. When you said 'Oh my God it's 5:30' I naturally assumed that we had to be somewhere before ten!"

I sounded crazy, I know. But, in my defense, it had been a very bad afternoon for my sanity. After coming closer than any man should to Renee's mammoth tits without actually feeling them, I had spent the past three hours waiting for Katharine to get ready.

Despite the fact that she was gorgeous from the second she rolled out of bed, she had to visit her team of stylists and get every little thing looked at and touched up and powdered and creamed and teased and God knows what all else. I had stopped saying it after the third dirty look I got, but I really felt like it was counterproductive; she was trying to look sexier by covering herself in a layer of mousse and makeup, but she was much less beautiful for it.

"I don't see what you're complaining about."

"What do you MEAN you don't see what I'm complaining about?! If you weren't so obsessed with improving on perfection, we could have had three more hours of fun in the pool!"

Katharine rolled her eyes, but then she smiled and slid closer to me. Her leg brushed against mine, and I started getting flashbacks to the last time we were alone in a limo. "You really think I'm perfect?"




LA Aces Ch. 03



I turned and looked into her eyes; she had worn way too much eyeliner and mascara, but they were still gorgeous. "Absolutely." I leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed me away.

"Nicky…lip gloss, remember?"

I sighed. "Is there any part of you that isn't made up?"

She rubbed her leg against me again, and giggled. "Well…" She trailed off, turning in her seat to face me. As she did, she picked up her legs and put them in my lap, her knees crossed right above my crotch. I gently took hold of her left ankle and lifted her leg. She giggled as I placed a soft kiss on her calf, then let out a soft moan as I continued to kiss it. My hands moved all over her leg, feeling more than rubbing, finding spots that made her gasp with pleasure just by touching them.

I licked my lips as I put her leg down. "Tasty," I grinned. "Wonder what the other one tastes like…" I brought her right leg up to my lips, and kissed it as I had the other. This time my mouth moved upward, over her knee, moving all the way up to her thigh. I held her leg up with my left hand as my right sneaked between under the hem of her dress, pushing aside her panties and teasing her pussy lips.

Kat threw her head back and moaned; I lapped at her creamy thighs while my fingers tormented her clit. "Ohhh, Nick," she moaned. It wasn't the most original moan, but it was music to my ears. "Nick…" Her leg twitched violently as I licked it; that was new. I made a mental note not to lick there again. "Nick!"

I pulled myself away from her leg, and was surprised to see that she wasn't having fun; in fact, she looked quite flustered. "Something wrong?"

"We're here; do I have to ACTUALLY kick you?" She pulled herself away from me, fixing her hemline and underwear. Just as she had finished, the driver opened her door, and she got out. I took a second to gather myself, wondering whether her limo was cursed.

As I got out of the limo, I was surprised by Kat grabbing me and pulling me in for a kiss. I could tell that it wasn't solely for my benefit, though; about a dozen flashes went off in the brief time our lips were together. We made our way down the red carpet, Katharine stopping every few feet to smile and strike a pose for the throng of onlookers.

The photographers circled us as we walked; I felt like I was trapped in a dance where I was the only one who didn't know the steps. I recognized one of them as the one who had been following me earlier that day; he seemed to recognize me, too. He put his camera away and took out a pad of paper.

"Katharine," He shouted over the dull roar we were walking through, "Katharine!" Kat turned to look at him; he took it as a cue to continue. "How do you respond to your boyfriend's comments?"

"What?" I could barely hear him, and I doubted that Kat could.

"How do you respond to your boyfriend calling the paparazzi a bunch of liars?"

For a second there, I thought Katharine's eyes were going to blow right out of her skull. First she looked at the photographer, then me, then back at the photographer, then back at me. I was almost as shocked as her; I had never called anyone a liar. I opened my mouth to say that, but before I could the photographer peeled off; either he had his answer already, or he had spotted a bigger name he wanted to heckle.

* * *

"I didn't call anybody a liar," I whispered. We were in the theatre, now; the "premiere" we were at was for some dreadful romantic comedy that Katharine had recorded a song for. "I just said that they really knew how to make stuff up…did you see what that rag said about us?" She shushed me, evidently much more wrapped up in Drew Barrymore's latest crapfest than I was.

"We'll talk about it later."

* * *

"I didn't call anybody a liar." My conversation starter might not have changed, but the setting had; the movie, thankfully, was over, and everyone who had managed to sit through it was now engaging in a competition to find the friendliest way of describing how much it sucked.

"I know. Still, not the time. Go. Mingle. Make friends." Katharine seemed a bit pre-occupied, but I let it go as just another one of her quirks. I took my drink and headed through the crowd, trying to find a face I recognized.

Surprisingly, it wasn't long before I did. I also found a pair of breasts I recognized (I doubted the sight would ever leave my brain); they were practically screaming to be released from the black corset Renee had stuffed them into. Her skirt was every bit as short as Katharine's, though black stockings covered her legs. She wore her hair up, and the sight of her freckles told me she hadn't worn much makeup.

She smiled as she saw me, and I returned it. I didn't believe she could walk at all; the fact that she did it so gracefully was mesmerizing. "Well, you're a new face," she said with a smile, holding out her hand, "Renee Olstead."

I took it. "Nick Greenwood." I leaned in close to her, lowering my voice to a whisper. "What's with the stranger treatment?"

"I don't exactly think our little pool time is common knowledge, do you?"

I laughed. "Hope not. So, what brings you here? I didn't see you in the movie."

"I come for the high cinematic quality only Drew Barrymore can provide." She managed to keep her straight face just long enough for me to crack up, then she did as well. When she had composed herself, she continued. "Actually, I'm scouting."

"Scouting?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I'm looking for a guy. Not like that," She said in response to the look I gave her. "I'm looking for a guy for a part in a movie I'm doing."

"Since when are you a producer?"

"I'm not. I'd just rather not have another complete asshole on the set, so I figure since it's a role a trained monkey could play, I might as well find a nice guy. I'm friends with the producer--again, not like that--so he'll go with whoever I suggest."

"Hmm…another complete asshole, you say? Who's the first?"

"Tom Cruise is the star."

"Ah, say no more." I smiled ruefully. "Well, I'd say we're screwed."

She turned her eyes away from the party to me; she had a bemused expression. "We?"

"Yeah, we." She didn't respond, so I continued. "Oh, come on; I'm a nice guy! I can do most things a trained monkey can do!"

"Yeah, but can you act?"

"Sure I can! I'm a poker player; my entire thing is acting!"

She obviously had her doubts, but I could see the wheels turning in her head. My argument, desperate attempt to get a job and not feel totally worthless or not, was holding water with her. She grabbed her purse from the table next to her and started fishing through it.

"Alright, here's the deal," She said, handing me a slip of paper with what looked like a license plate number written on it and leaning in again, "This is my limo. Meet me there in no more than twenty minutes, no less than ten. I've got a script, you can read for me. Got it?" I nodded. "Good boy." She smiled, then turned and headed for the door.

It took me a minute of frantic searching, but I managed to find Katharine. She was laughing with a couple of guys; I recognized one of them as Andy Dick. Super. I put a phony smile on my face as I walked up to them.

"Hey, sweetie," I said, kissing Kat on the cheek. She giggled; it was pretty obvious that she wasn't working on her first drink.

"Hey, you." To my surprise she returned my kiss, and then some, pressing her entire body against me for about half a second longer than was necessary. "Where you been?"

"Making friends, just like you told me to. In fact…I think I got a job." I couldn't hide the excitement in my voice.

"Really? That's great! What is it?"

"I don't know what it is, exactly…Renee wants me for something in a movie she's doing. You okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine," she hiccupped. Seriously, who hiccups? "Just a little dizzy. … And I think I might've had a little too much drinky."

"Just a little, you think."

"Yep. Just a little." She giggled. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on," I said, taking her arm. She tried to put up a protest, but I led her through the crowd and out into the parking lot; through the grace of God the cameras didn't seem to be aware of our presence. I tracked down our limo, the only white one in the lot, and ushered her in.

"Coming in with me?" She asked as I stood outside the car.

"Uh, no," I answered, and she pouted. "I have to meet with Renee about the part, alright? I'll be back later."

"Okay…" she grabbed my tie and pulled me down into a kiss, smiling as she broke it. "I love you." If she had been sober, she would have slapped me for my shocked expression; then again, if she had been sober, she probably wouldn't have said what she said. As it was, I stared at her with my mouth agape, and she giggled and closed the door.

* * *

I should have seen it coming. I was alone in a limousine with a beautiful woman who pretty obviously had a thing for me, she had taken me away from a public place, I had spent all day thinking about her breasts…it was practically a carbon copy of that Saturday night in Las Vegas with Katharine. And yet I was totally unprepared for Renee throwing herself at me the second the limo started moving.

Her tongue was in my mouth before I knew what had happened, and her hands were already reaching into my pants and rubbing my cock. She pressed her chest against mine, her tongue wrestling mine into submission. For a second I closed my eyes and let her have her way, then I summoned the strength to push her off of me.

"No! No! No-hohohhhh…don't do that…" She had held her grip on my cock, and now her thumb was rubbing the underside of my head. I started breathing heavily, trying very hard not to give in to the pleasure she was giving me. I opened my eyes and saw her on her knees, breasts heaving as she breathed, inches away from my throbbing cock. I swallowed, and looked right into her eyes. "Renee…you know I can't…"

She smirked, rubbing faster. "Why, because of Kat?" I stammered a few times, but couldn't form any words, so I just nodded. She started jacking me slowly, her thumb still working on my head. "That's bullshit, Nick, and you know it." She ran her tongue from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip. I couldn't move, I couldn't think; I was paralyzed by pleasure.

"She brought me over to show off her new toy, but I didn't get to play at all," Renee continued, now mock-pouting. "Mmm, I was right; you are tasty." She smirked, taking another lick of my cock. My entire body shuddered as she did, and I had to close my eyes. My cock was aching; after the sex in the pool, the almost-sex in the pool, kissing Kat's legs in her limo, and now this…it was just too much.

"P-p-please…please…"

"Please what, Nick?" Renee started stroking my throbbing cock again. "Please stop? Do you want me to stop, Nick?" I could tell from her tone that she knew what my answer would be.

"No…p-please…suck me…" I was surprised by how desperate I sounded, but evidently Renee wasn't. She licked me again, her breath hot and heavy on my cock. Just when I thought there was no way I could take any more pleasure without exploding, Renee proved me wrong; she wrapped her soft lips around the head of my cock.

I like to think that I'm a pretty smart guy, and I know a fair amount of big, impressive words. I have none that can describe just how amazingly, incredibly talented Renee's mouth is. She did things to me that I didn't think could be done, and then she built on them. At one point, she wrapped her tongue completely around my head, while at the same time sucking as hard as she could.

I wanted to say so many things. I wanted to beg her to keep going, to suck harder, to lick faster, to make me cum in her mouth. There was a part of me that still wanted to push her away, to find some way to convince her and myself that this wasn't right. I wanted to scream to the heavens, to make God himself look down into that limousine and be jealous of me. I couldn't. I couldn't say anything.

I just sat there, knowing what was happening and feeling every magnificent second of it, but I couldn't do anything. It was as though, in order to keep me breathing, my body had to shut everything else down. I was constantly on the brink of an orgasm that I knew would kill me; Renee held me there for what must have been an eternity. And then, slowly, she pulled off of my cock. I still hadn't cum, at least I didn't think so, but I felt better somehow.

"…wow. That was…" I trailed off, not knowing where to begin to describe it.

Renee looked to be fiddling with something on her back. "Amazing? Incredible? By leaps and bounds the best you've ever had?"

"Um…yeah."

Renee chuckled. "I know. But there's still something I think we both want that we didn't get at the pool." She brought her hands back in front of her, and her corset fell down, freeing her spectacular breasts from their confinement. She smiled up at me, taking them into her hands.

I took a moment to gather myself. I scooted forward on the seat, bringing my cock closer to Renee's tits. She engulfed my cock with them, and started bouncing. I reached out my hand and stroked her hair; she stopped, as I had hoped.

"You just hold them steady," I said, stroking her red locks, "I'll take care of the rest."

My cock was already slick from Renee's blowjob, and that made it somewhat easy for me to move around. I started building a rhythm, sliding my cock in and out between her incredibly soft, warm tits. Renee let out a moan, tilting her head back in pleasure.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Somehow, taking control of the situation had given me my voice back; I put a hand on her shoulder to steady myself and started fucking her faster.

"Oh, yesss…fuck, I love your cock between my big, slutty tits!"

"I bet you can't wait for me to cum all over your tits! You want that? Huh? Do you?" I was fucking her tits faster still; she stuck out her tongue to lick the tip every time I thrust inward.

"Oh yes, Nick, I want it…I want your hot cum on my tits!" She wrapped her tits tighter around my member. I redoubled my efforts, sweat dripping from my brow as I fucked Renee's incredible jugs. My breathing grew sharper, and heavier; I took a handful of her hair and tugged, making her look at me.

"I'm gonna fucking cum on your tits, Renee! You ready?" She nodded eagerly, and I cried out as I let loose. My cum shot all over her breasts, up on her face, in her hair. I fell back in the seat, totally drained, breathing heavily. Renee sat back on her heels on the floor, scooping my cum up with her fingers and then licking them clean. I watched her, smiling; she returned my smile, and we sat in silence as she cleaned herself up.

* * *

We got to Renee's apartment just as she finished squeezing herself back into her corset. It was still dark, but beyond that I had no idea what time it was. She let me in, and I immediately started looking for a phone.

"Nick, it's late. There's no way she's up."

"I just want to let her know I'm not dead."

"Nick, if you call her just to let her know you're not dead, she's gonna know you what you did." I started to ask a question, but she cut me off with the answer. "We're girls. We're psychic. Deal with it." I sighed. "Now come to bed; we need to sleep."

This made me smile. "I dunno…I don't think I can be trusted to be alone in a bed with you…" I took her arm and pulled her close to me. "I might just lose myself again."

Renee smiled. "Oh, we can't have that…" She kissed me. "Can we?"

"Well…" I appeared to be deep in thought. 

"You do owe me an orgasm. You've had three today; I've only had two."

I laughed, then did some quick math. "Wait a second…how do I have three?" I looked at her as though she was a schoolgirl caught cheating on an exam.

"I'm counting the little mental vacation you took when I was sucking you off as an orgasm."

"Hmm, an interesting thought." I pretended to ponder this, then I scooped Renee up, making her screech in surprise. I silenced her with a kiss. "You have made your case. Point the way to the bedroom, m'lady." She pointed, and I carried her, eventually finding a bed I could put her down in.

She kicked off her heels, and got up on her knees on the bed. She started unzipping her dress, but I pushed her hands away and did it myself. I kissed my way down her bare back as I exposed her skin; she gasped as my lips met her flesh. She tossed the corset away as soon as I had it unzipped; I spun her around to face me.

I kissed her lips softly, then made my way down her body. She moaned and arched her back when I kissed her throat; I did it a few more times for fun. I kissed her shoulders, moving all the way down her arms to her fingertips before working my way back up. Next my mouth traveled to her mountainous breasts; I kissed each perky nipple gently and gave them both a quick suck.

She gasped and stifled a laugh as I kissed her stomach; I teased her a bit by licking her cute little belly button. I took her miniskirt with both hands, sliding it down her stocking-clad legs to reveal her simple black panties. These I pulled off with my teeth; the feel of her stockings on my cheeks as I pulled the panties down her legs was exquisite.

I moved myself back up to her legs once the panties were off, and started working on her stockings. As I had with her corset, I worked slowly, my lips getting to know every inch of flesh that I exposed. I had been so amazed by her breasts when I first saw her that I hadn't taken the time to appreciate her fantastic legs; I made up for that transgression and more by making sure that every bit of her skin was greeted by my tongue.

With her stockings removed, I slowly kissed my way back up Renee's legs. I lapped gently at her moist lips, and she cooed. I did it again, and she moaned.

"Oh God, Nick," She groaned, "Eat me! Please, Nick, eat my pussy!"

I smiled to myself, and complied. I gently licked her clit, luxuriating in the taste and feel of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around and my head and ran her fingers through my hair in an attempt to get me to go faster, but I held to my steady pace. I slowly slid two fingers into her pussy, wriggling them around and loving her moans of pleasure. I swirled my tongue clockwise around her clit, then counter, going back and forth on a whim, throwing her off whenever I did.

"God, Nick," Renee groaned, her breathing heavy, "Don't tease me anymore…pleeease…I need to cum!"

I sped up my licking, my fingers working faster in her pussy. She was writhing in pleasure, now, and I could tell that she was getting close. I toyed with the idea of backing off, but I decided to finish her right there. I licked faster and harder, sucking on her clit as well. All the while my fingers hit just the right buttons in her pussy, making her cunt a creamy mess.

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUCKING GODDDD!!!" Renee screamed as she came, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I lapped up as much cream as I could get, scooping some up with my fingers. I moved up to her head and kissed her, letting her taste her cream on my lips before I gave her my fingers to lick clean.

"We even, now?" I smiled, and she nodded. "Good." I pulled her close to me, kissing her shoulder softly. She rubbed her leg against mine, and I let out a pleasurable little groan.

"Up for one more?" She asked.

I smiled. "For you, always." I rolled myself over, straddling her. I kissed her, this time on the lips, and she moaned into my mouth. My cock pressed against her pussy; it was still wet with her juices. She gasped as I slid into her, and arched her back, pushing her tits out. I took one of them in my left hand, thumb circling her nipple as I held her breast.




LA Aces Ch. 03



Once she had gotten accustomed to the feeling of my cock inside of her, she looked at me and smiled. She was a vision; beautiful pale skin, gorgeous red hair, phenomenal green eyes. She was strikingly beautiful, almost like a work of art. I found myself being gentle with her, like I was afraid I would break her.

Gentle as I was, though, I was still affecting her. She gasped as I pushed myself into her, biting down on her lip. She had wrapped her legs around me, and was pulling me close to her. I leaned in and kissed her, our tongues dancing briefly before I moved on.

While I continued to stroke her left breast, my tongue flicked over her right nipple, making her gasp and then moan as I repeated the motion. I wrapped my lips around it, and sucked. She shuddered at this, and I felt her cunt tighten around my cock. I took it as a sign that she was close.

I sped up my fucking, still taking care not to completely cut loose. She groaned her approval, breathing heavily and writhing underneath me. She bucked against me as I thrust into her; my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head from the sensation. She came first, but only barely; a seemingly never-ending fountain of cream flowed over my cock as I fired my load into her.

I collapsed next to her again, totally drained. I hugged her close to me, kissing her neck and stroking her flaming hair. I looked out the window; it was nearly dawn. Tomorrow, or today, would require some fancy thinking on my part. But for now, I just held Renee close as we both drifted off to sleep.



LA Aces Ch. 04



Hi, everybody! Doctor Nick here, and today we'll be discussing the long-term effects of 20th-century Soviet imperialism on the economy of 21st-century Eastern Europe.

Or you could just read porn, if you want. Assuming that is what you want...

This is a sex story. If you're under the age of 18, or you live in a part of the world that doesn't allow you to read sex stories, then don't read this. Cause it's a sex story.

Feedback, hate mail, love letters, et cetera.

LA Aces – Chapter 4: Cum-uppance

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, it was as if nothing had changed from the night before. Renee was still in my arms, sound asleep. I watched her for a while; her nose scrunched up a little when she breathed in. I found it unbelievably cute. I remember wishing that time could stand still, that I could just lie there and hold her forever.

As time passed, my thoughts wandered. I thought about Las Vegas, and realized that I hadn't touched a card in over a week. I also hadn't lost any money, so it wasn't all bad. I thought about Sonny; he had been understanding when I told him I was leaving, and I hoped he had found someone to share the rent who wouldn't drive him up the wall. And, even though I had another beautiful woman in my arms and I probably shouldn't have, I thought about Katharine.

She had robbed me blind, seduced me, brought me out to LA, introduced me to the girl whose hair I was currently twirling, and told me she loved me. And I had repaid her by sleeping with another woman. I should have felt terrible about myself, should have wanted to crawl in a hole and die, should have felt some kind of remorse...but I didn't.

She had always been in charge; everything we did was set up just the way she wanted it. She had pulled me out of the nightclub, she had shown up at my apartment, she asked me to come to Los Angeles, she had decided that we would drive, she had put on the maid get-up, she had brought Renee to the pool, she had picked the perfect moment to get us away from each other...up until last night, I hadn't made a decision for myself since I met her. She didn't love me; she loved herself, and being in control.

Before I could get too angry, I was brought back to reality by the pleasant sensation of Renee rubbing her leg against mine. I looked down to see her stirring; she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She kissed me gently. Somehow, even her morning breath tasted good.

"Morning," She said, sleepily.

"Good morning," I responded, kissing her on the forehead.

"What time is it?"

"I haven't a clue." We fell silent for a moment, milking as much of the moment as we could, before Renee spoke again.

"We need to get up."

"Why?" Despite the many obvious reasons we couldn't, I was still holding onto the hope that neither one of us would have to move for the rest of time.

Renee let out a moan that told me she wanted the same thing, but also recognized that it wasn't going to happen. "Well, you need to deal with your girlfriend...but first you have to join me in the shower." Few things were going to get me out of bed; that was one of them. We disentangled ourselves, and headed for the shower. I watched Renee's bare ass as she walked; she tossed in an extra wiggle for my benefit. She turned on the water, then turned around to face me. "Gotta wait for it to warm up," She said, smiling as she pulled me into a kiss.

Renee pushed me against the sink as she kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. Her hands moved down my body and squeezed my ass; I hoped I wouldn't have to break the mood by telling her I didn't like what she did with her finger yesterday. Fortunately she was just interested in rubbing and squeezing, and her hands eventually moved around to my front.

Her kiss was already getting me hard, and the feel of her soft hands on my cock made me even harder. She started to jack me, slowly, letting me savor the feeling of her hand wrapped around my member. She broke the kiss, looking at me with innocent eyes.

"You like that?"

I smiled and nodded. "Mmm, I do."

"Good." She smiled as well. "But I think you'll like this even better." Still holding my cock in her hand, Renee slowly sank to her knees on the tile in front of me. The shower must have been warm by now, but once I felt her tongue on my balls that thought was out of my mind for good. She delicately licked them, the tip of her tongue barely touching my sack as she did.

I ran my fingers through her gorgeous red hair, watching her work on my cock and balls. As she took one testicle into her mouth, she tightened her grip around my shaft. She closed her eyes and moaned, humming on my ball and jacking me faster. The vibrations were incredible, traveling up my spine and making my entire body tingle. She pulled off of my sack with an audible pop and took the other ball into her mouth, giving it a similar moan.

She kept alternating, popping back and forth, all while maintaining her incredible handjob. I felt my orgasm building in my balls, and tightened my grip on her hair. She responded by tightening her hand around my cock, bringing me closer.

"Oh God, Renee," I moaned, "I'm gonna cum soon."

She popped off of my balls again. "Cum on my face," She said, jacking me faster. "I want your hot cum on my face and in my hair!" I held on as long as I could, but in the end it was a losing battle. I groaned loudly as I came, my hot load landing on Renee's freckled face and in her flaming hair. I smiled as I watched her scoop my cum up and lick it off her fingers.

By now, the room had filled with steam, and we decided that the water was hot enough. Renee kissed me as we got in; I wondered if she was always this frisky in the morning. I grabbed a bar of soap and started to rub it along her back, right at the spot where the water was hitting her.

I pulled the showerhead out of its holster, directing the water into Renee's hair. I figured that, sexy as it was, it probably wouldn't do for her to go through life with my cum in her hair. Her lips parted from mine, and she began to kiss my shoulder. Once in a while, she would slip in a playful little bite; I told her that as long as I didn't bleed to death, she could do that for as long as she liked.

Satisfied that her hair was thoroughly rinsed and soaked, I dropped the showerhead and turned my attention back to the soap. I ran it down her back, then over the delicious curves of her ass cheeks. I lingered, rubbing them; ever since the grocery store I had thought about her ass.

God, was it really only yesterday morning? Right about this time, even, that I had been running errands for Katharine and seen Renee in the store, completely oblivious to who she was? It felt like years...decades...forever. I looked down at her, and our eyes met. What I was about to say was crazy and stupid, but I knew in my heart that it was right.

"I –"

"You want to fuck my ass?"

That threw me off my guard. "What? No, I –"

Renee raised her eyebrow. "You don't want to fuck my ass."

"I...no, I mean, I do, I just..." I sighed. "Never mind." I spun her around, taking hold of her waist. She reached behind her, rubbing my cock with her slick palms to make sure I was hard. Feeling that I could pretty much cut stone at this point, she spread her cheeks; I pushed forward, sliding the head of my cock into her ass. She was so tight, tighter than Katharine, but the steam from the shower allowed her to relax enough that I was able to penetrate her.

Renee bit her lip, getting used to the feeling. To take her mind off the pain, I started gently rubbing her clit with the bar of soap. She gasped, then moaned when I rubbed it harder. Her ass tightened around me; it was a wonderful feeling that made me weak in the knees. I pushed the last of my cock into her, making her cry out.

"Sorry," She said, as though she was ashamed of the heavenly sound she had made.

"Don't be," I replied, kissing her cheek. I started to pull back, again rubbing her clit to be sure she wasn't hurting too much. She closed her eyes, moaning as I withdrew. When just the head was inside of her, I pushed back in, causing another gratifying groan. "Having fun?" I asked, smiling.

"Fuck, yes," She whispered, reaching back and rubbing my thigh. "Mmm, Nick...play with my tits."

I'm not one to pass up an invitation like that; I brought my hands up to her chest, rubbing the soap over her tits. She gasped, and again her ass tightened. God, that felt good. I started fucking her ass more quickly, kissing and licking and gently biting her shoulder while my hands palmed her soapy tits.

My thumbs circled her rock-hard nipples while my other fingers caressed her soft, pale flesh. She pushed herself back against me, and I responded by fucking her harder.

Renee groaned. "Mmm, Nick...are you loving this as much as I am?" 

"Oh yeah, Renee," I moaned, "I love it...I love you..."

"Oh, fuck!" Renee shouted as I slammed into her; I couldn't tell if she had heard me. "I'm gonna cum, Nick! I want you to cum in my ass!"

I nodded, getting ready to cum for the second time before breakfast. Dropping the soap, my right hand moved down to play with her clit again. I was rewarded by Renee crying out in pleasure, and her ass clamped down on my cock as her orgasm hit.

Her body practically convulsed as she came; I had to support her to be sure she wouldn't fall over. Taking hold of her hips, I thrust into her for the final time, shooting another load into her ass. I slowly pulled out of her as we both came down; I was too weak to stand, so I sat on the floor of the shower and gently pulled her down with me.

We sat in relative silence for a minute, hot water raining down upon us as we caught our breath. Renee turned around, and looked me in the eye. She looked nervous.

"Do you mean it, Nick? Do you love me?"

I pulled her close and kissed her; she rested her head on my shoulder and I stroked her hair. "Yeah, I do. I know it's crazy, cause we just met yesterday, but..." I looked into her eyes. "There's just something about you that I can't understand. I haven't felt this way about anyone, ever..."

I trailed off. Saying those words made me realize that they were true; Katharine had told me she loved me, but even if she was serious I knew I didn't feel the same way. Things had moved so fast with her. Hell, we hadn't even been on a date, and I was living with her. But as sure as I was that I didn't love her, I was more sure that I did love Renee. I held her closer, and she wrapped her arms around me.

"I love you, too."

* * *

The drive from Renee's house to Katharine's was filled with quiet introspection. That didn't sit well with my traveling companion.

"Why so quiet?" Renee asked.

I sighed. "I'm just thinking."

"About Kat?"

I took my eyes off the road for a second, and looked at her; even though she seemed understanding, I felt guilty. "Yeah." I sighed again. "It's just...she's done so much for me, you know? She practically turned her life upside down for me, and I...what?"

Renee was laughing. "You. You actually think she cares about you. It's cute."

"What?"

"Let me take a wild shot in the dark here. You met in Las Vegas, she took all your money, you had sex, she came back a week later, you had more sex, you drove out here, you had sex, she did the maid thing, you had sex, then you went to a premiere, she got drunk and told you she loved you. Is that about right?"

That knocked me on my proverbial ass. "Uh, yeah. I'm getting the impression that this isn't the first time she's done something like this."

"You could say that."

"So...the pool thing...was that...?"

"No, that was new. Judging by how it's worked out for her, I don't think she'll be doing it again." She smiled, and I couldn't help but do the same. All of this angst I had built up, all the self-doubt about whether I was being a horrible person...it was all for nothing. "Well," I thought to myself as I pulled Renee close to me, "At least some good came of it."

* * *

I thought about knocking, but I decided to use the key Katharine had given me. I headed for the bedroom, thinking she might be asleep, but found it to be empty. I grabbed what little of my belongings I had brought from Vegas, then started poking through the house, looking for her.

I found her in the living room, dusting. I took a second to admire her body before clearing my throat loudly. She turned around to face me. "Mmm, bonjour, mons—Nick!" Her eyes went wide, and any doubts I had about my course of action were gone.

"Hi," I said, glaring at her. "Bye." I turned around; Kat tried to stop me, but I pulled my arm away from her and kept walking. I didn't break stride as I saw the guy she had spent last night with come in wearing the same robe I had worn less than a week ago; I briefly considered letting him know what he was in for, but I figured that he deserved to find out himself.

* * *

Sophia looked at me with fiery hatred in her eyes, and I returned it. "I don't usually hit girls," She spat, "But for you, I'll make an exception." She brought her right hand around to slap me, but I caught it. I spun her around, holding her arm behind her back, and pinned her against the rough brick wall. I leaned my entire body weight against her, the bulge in my jeans pressing on her leather-clad ass.

"And I don't usually stand for girls trying to hit me," I growled. "And for you, I won't make an exception." I pulled on her arm, making it clear that I had no problem with breaking it. She cried out in pain.

"Wait! Can't we work something out?"

"I don't make deals with traitors."

Her left hand reached behind her, rubbing my cock through my jeans. "Come on, Jake," She moaned, "Think about all the good times we had together...all the fun we used to have."

I loosened my grip on her arm. "I'm listening."

She continued to rub my bulge, making it harder. I looked around, confirming that we were alone. "You let me go, and I'll give you one last blow. How 'bout that?"

I pursed my lips, thinking for a minute. Sophia looked back at me, nervously. Finally, I smiled. "Sounds good." I spun her back around and kissed her, hard. I leaned all of my weight on her again, roughly kissing her and groping her tits through her grey t-shirt. When I decided I had had enough, I pushed her to her knees. She looked up at me, a devilish glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Hope you're ready, stud." She licked her crimson lips, and unzipped my pants. I tightly gripped her curly hair and pulled her head back, issuing one last command.

"You'd better swallow, bitch." She nodded, and leaned her head in to my crotch. I closed my eyes and moaned, savoring the anticipation.

"Cut!"

As the director's impossibly shrill voice rang in my ears, Sophia looked up at me and smiled. "You're hired."

I helped her to her feet, looking at her quizzically. "Since when do you get to make that decision?"

"Since I'm friends with the producer."

I smiled to myself as we left the set. "Friends with you and Renee...it's good to be the producer, it seems."

Sophia didn't answer; she simply chuckled and headed away from me, toward her trailer.

* * *

You. Me. Your trailer. Noon.

Renee

I knew by now that any time Renee went out of her way to plan an encounter, something kinky and awesome was about to happen. This time proved no different. As I entered my trailer at about quarter of, I saw a solitary wooden chair placed in the center of the room, facing the door. I smiled as I saw what was on the chair: A pair of handcuffs and a black blindfold. "God, I love this woman," I said to myself as I got into position, covering my eyes and wrapping the chain of the cuffs around one of the chair's slats before locking them around my wrists.

Some time later, I heard my door open, then close. All of my senses were heightened due to my loss of vision, but other than the door I had no way of knowing that Renee was in the room. I strained myself, trying to hear a muffled footstep or catch a whiff of her perfume, but I got nothing.

And then I felt her tongue on my neck.

"Oh God, Renee," I moaned, arching my back, "That's the spot..." I felt her tongue slide around my neck to my throat as she moved in front of me, taking a seat in my lap and grinding her pussy against my cock. She kissed me, hard, pressing her body against me. As she broke the kiss and pulled away, she yanked my blindfold off.

"I'm not Renee," Sophia said, smiling wickedly, "I just like to steal her boyfriends."

My eyes went wide, and I opened my mouth to protest, but Sophia silenced me with another kiss. I strained against my bonds, but neither the cuffs nor the chair would budge. I tried to kick her off of me, but Sophia had wrapped her legs around the chair and I couldn't reach her. In short, I was screwed; or at least, about to be.

Sophia broke the kiss, reaching down to start rubbing my cock. Even through my slacks, it felt incredible, but it only got better as she took them off and let her flesh touch mine. "Sophia, no," I said as she jacked me, "Please don't do this."

Sophia's grin grew wider. "Are you saying you don't want this, Nick?" She tightened her grip on my cock, effectively cutting off my voice box in the process. I nodded. She started jacking faster, harder; I just barely stifled a moan. "You don't mean that...look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me to fuck you."

I had every intention of saying just that, but as soon as my eyes met Sophia's the words kind of faded away. It's not my fault that every woman who seduces has incredibly beautiful eyes, is it? Before it became obvious that there was no way I could say no to her, Sophia made a decision.

"Well, if you're not going to cooperate, we're going to have to compromise." She took her hand off of my cock and replaced the blindfold, tying it tighter than I had previously. She pressed herself against me again, and whispered into my ear, "Just pretend I'm Renee, sweetie."

Sophia licked my ear and got off of my lap; the next thing I felt was her lips wrapping around my cock. She sucked hard on the head for a second, then pulled back to my tip. As she brought her mouth back down, she didn't stop at the head this time; she took every inch of my hard cock into her mouth. She held me in her throat for what felt like an eternity, her tongue flattening to lick the underside of my cock.

I couldn't help myself anymore; I moaned in recognition of Sophia's tremendous skill. "Oh God, Sophia...that's...incredible..." I leaned back in the chair, marveling at the pleasure Sophia was giving to me. It came as more than a minor disappointment when she started pulling back, taking my cock out of her mouth. I heard an almost impossibly loud pop as she came off of me, and I could feel my cock throbbing in the humid air of the trailer.

"Do you want to cum, Nick?" Sophia asked as she started lightly jacking me again. "Do you want to give me every last drop of your hot, delicious cum?"

I moaned again. "Yes, Sophia...God, yes..." I was so close, I couldn't believe I hadn't cum already.

"Renee doesn't need to hear about this, does she?" She licked the tip of my cock slowly, like an ice cream cone.

I shook my head. "Noooo...I won't tell her..."

In a heartbeat, Sophia was on her feet, standing behind me. She grabbed my cock, jacking it hard as she leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "Good boy, Nick...cum for me...cum for Sophia...cum for me NOW!" She tightened her grip as she finished, and I erupted. I cried out, throwing my head back as I came; Sophia kissed me hard as my balls emptied all over the dressing room floor.

Coming down, I was barely aware of my freed arms falling limply at my sides. Sophia broke the kiss, and without a word she left, leaving me to try to catch my breath and ponder what the Hell had just happened, and what it meant.




LA Aces Ch. 04



* * *

I had chosen not to tell Renee about what had happened, and Sophia was acting as though nothing had happened at all. I knew that at some point I'd have to tell Renee, but my mind was more immediately focused on the note I had just found.

You. Me. Your trailer. Noon.

Renee

"Hmm," I thought to myself, "Déjà vu." The handwriting on the note was the same; I wondered if the outcome would be as well. I found my trailer just as I had the day before: Chair in the center, cuffs and blindfold waiting for me on the seat. "Well," I said as I assumed my position, "I'm not one to mess with the past. Or future. Or whatever."

Again, I heard my door open, then close. Again, I didn't hear or feel anything else; Sophia was just as stealthy as she had been the day before. I smiled, savoring the anticipation, imagining Sophia circling her willing prey, wondering what she would do to me today.

And then I felt her tongue on my neck. Again.

"Mmmm, Sophia," I moaned, "That's the spot...yeah, just like that..." She had slide her tongue around my neck, just like yesterday, and taken her seat in my lap. She kissed me, but this time it was much softer. I felt love, not lust, in the kiss, and I found myself returning it. She broke the kiss, pulling off my blindfold, and I was pleased but not greatly surprised to see who had tricked me today.

"I'm not Sophia," Renee said, smiling sweetly, "I just like to steal her ideas."

She kissed me again, reaching behind me to release my handcuffs. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me as she tossed aside her t-shirt and bra. She slid off her jeans and panties as our tongues mingled. I stood up; she wrapped her legs around me, making me support her weight as I carried her to the bed. I laid her down, taking her hands in mine and raising them above her head.

"Oh fuck, Nick...right there..." She moaned as I started to kiss her throat. "God, I'm so wet, and that feels...so...what the Hell?"

I sat up on my knees, watching Renee try to wriggle free of the situation she found herself in; with her mind occupied, I was able to cuff her hands to the headboard. I was pretty confident that she was just surprised, and not offended or anything, but I had to make sure. "You don't mind me being in control for a change," I started to tease her naked breasts with my fingertips, "Do you?"

"Mmm, not at all," Renee smiled, arching her back and sticking her chest out, "Just let me know next time so I can bring my leash."

I hopped off the bed, and collected my final surprise: The blindfold. Renee's eyes lit up as I brought it close to her, and they were so gorgeous that I almost felt it was a sin to hide them away. But, hide them I did, tying the blindfold around her face. I started rubbing her tits again, smiling as I watched her squirm in pleasure.

While my fingers continued to dance around her nipples, I moved my face down to her stomach, loving her gasps and moans as I kissed her abs. I slowly worked up to her heavenly mounds, kissing the soft flesh of her incredible breasts. She gasped as I gently bit down on her left nipple, pinching the other one with my thumb and forefinger.

"You like that?" I asked, pinching a little harder. "You want it rough?"

"Mmmm, yesss," Renee moaned in response, "I want it rough!"

I grabbed her and flipped her over, making her squeal in surprise. She was now on all fours, her arms crossed above her head. I rubbed my hands together, watching her squirm. I kissed and gently licked her ass cheeks; when she moaned, I smacked her ass.

"You and Sophia planned this whole thing, didn't you?" I said, trying to coax the answer out of her by rubbing her moist pussy with the same hand that had just hit her.

"Mmm, yes...ow!" I had spanked her again.

"Did you get all hot and wet, thinking about what she was doing to me?" I spanked her twice before she could answer; she wiggled her quickly pinking ass.

"Yes!" She gasped.

I rubbed her pussy again, and was not surprised to find that it was soaked. I spanked her a fifth time, pressing the tip of my cock against her wet opening. "You're a naughty little girl, Renee," I said, "And do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

"N-no..."

I could hear the fear and anticipation in her voice; it made me smile. "They get fucked!" I pushed myself all the way into her, making her cry out.

"Oh, shit! Ohhh, fuck! Fuck!!!" I started fucking her hard even as she came; I couldn't believe that she had gotten so horny. I started spanking her again, alternating cheeks as I pounded her. "That's it..." She encouraged me. "Fuck me hard! Punish your naughty little slut!"

"Is that what you are?" I grabbed her by the hair and pulled. "Are you just a naughty slut who needs to get fucked!"

"YES!!!" She screamed, loud enough to hurt my ears, and probably the ears of anyone else on the set. "I'm a dirty, nasty slut who needs to get fucked! So FUCK ME!"

I did just that, tearing loose and fucking her as hard as I could. While I did, I kept a firm grip of her hair, pulling as hard as I could without really hurting her. I hadn't intended to be this rough with her, but she definitely seemed to like it. She had cum at least once, and I could feel that she was getting ready for another one.

"Are you gonna cum again, you little whore?" I worried that changing the vocabulary would turn her off, but either she was too close to care or she loved it.

"Yes! Yes, your little whore's going to cum...she's going to...oh, shit I'm CUMMING!!!"

And so she did, screaming louder than she had before and flooding my cock with cream. She seemed to be frozen, pleasure etched on every bit of her face as she came. Finally she finished, and I let her hair go. I pulled out, flipping her back onto her back and pressing my aching cock against her lips.

"Suck it, slut! Taste your cunt on my cock and then drink my fucking cum!"

Renee obeyed, taking me into her mouth. In an instant, she had cleaned all of her juices off, and in another she had me buried in her throat. I started fucking her mouth, my balls slapping against her chin. I looked down at her and yanked away the blindfold; her eyes conveyed love, lust, submission and raw carnal passion, all at the same time.

"I'm gonna cum, slut!" I shouted, and her eyes lit up. "Swallow every last drop! Here it comes!" I groaned as I came; shooting straight into Renee's mouth. Just like I said, she didn't miss any, drinking it right down as I gave it to her. Seeing her so eager to swallow spurred me on to give her a little more; she almost looked disappointed when I finished and pulled out of her mouth.

I tracked down the key and freed her, lying down beside her; she rubbed her wrists, getting the circulation back into them. Seeing this, I took her hands in mine and started kissing the red marks left by the cuffs. "Have fun?" I asked.

She looked at me like I had three heads. "Fuck, yes. Didn't think you had that in you." I smiled, and she kissed me softly. "But seriously, let me know next time. It's more fun with the leash."



LA Aces Ch. 05



Hi, everybody! Your old pal Doctor Nick is back again, and do I have a deal for you! For the low, low price of absolutely nothing, you get to read porn. The only catch is that you have to read the disclaimer first.

This is a sex story. If you are under the age of 18, or live in a part of the world that does not allow you to read sex stories, you should not read this. Because it's a sex story, remember?

Feedback of all kinds (positive, negative, threatening, romantic, threatmantic, et cetera) should be sent to the address in my profile.

LA Aces – Chapter 5: Serving Sophia

* * *

"So...what's the sex like?"

"Excuse me?" Shooting had ground to a halt, thanks to another of Tom's outbursts; this one was over the brand of sweetener for his coffee. I was left to sit on a couch with Sophia, as Renee was off doing something for one of the producers. As always, Sophia chose to fill the downtime with talk of sex.

"With Renee. What's she like in bed?"

"I really don't think that's any of your business.

"Fine. Don't talk about sex with Renee." Sophia grinned, sliding closer to me. "I'd much rather talk about sex with me." She reached out her hand, moving it in the direction of my crotch, but I pushed her away.

"No. We're not doing that again."

"Come on...what are you worried about?" I had an answer, but it seemed that Sophia already knew what it was. "Is it Renee? I think she's already shown that she's okay with me having a taste..."

Sophia had a point. It had been pretty clear that she and Renee had cooked up the scheme to get me tied to a chair together. Still, I was uneasy about it; I was still a bit hurt from what Katharine had done, and I felt bad about essentially doing the same thing to Renee, even if it had wound up being her idea. The bottom line was that I wasn't going to do anything to hurt her, even if it meant passing up a romp with Sophia.

Still, there was no need for me to let her in on all of that. "No," I told her again. "Not gonna happen." To further emphasize that the matter was closed, I got up and walked away.

"I'll get you," she called after me. "Just you wait!"

* * * * *

Renee knocked on Sophia's door, hoping she wouldn't be there. Luck wasn't on her side, however; Sophia's voice called out to inform her that the door was unlocked. Renee opened it, and saw that Sophia was lying down on her couch. She was wearing just a blue t-shirt and matching panties. Renee closed the door, standing in front of it, her lower lip trembling as she watched Sophia.

After a moment, Sophia beckoned Renee to her. The redhead immediately dropped to her knees and crawled the length of the room, stopping when she had reached the couch. Sophia smiled, and patted Renee on the head.

"Good girl."

Renee smiled, blushing slightly. "Thank you, Mistress."

"We need to talk about Nick," Sophia said, losing the dominant tone in her voice.

"Yeah," Renee answered, nervously, "We do."

"He doesn't want to have sex with me. Well, I'm sure he does...I mean, come on," she and Renee both chuckled, then she continued. "But he doesn't want to do it as long as he's with you." 

Hearing this, Renee smiled. After the ease with which she had been able to pull him away from Katharine, she had been nervous that Nick was just going to sleep around on her.

"So," Sophia continued, "You need to dump him."

The smile immediately left Renee's face. She had been dreading this moment; anytime she found herself a guy, Sophia wanted a taste. And, more often than not, she liked what she tasted. This inevitably led to the boyfriend cheating on Renee, or Renee having to act like a bitch in order to let him be free to fuck Sophia without guilt.

She didn't mind it too much, really; she didn't like most of the stuff that went with a relationship, and the sex was amazing. But Nick was different. It was almost impossible for her to say how, but she really felt that he loved her. And she felt the same way.

Sophia wasn't blind; she could see that Renee was troubled. "Something wrong?" she asked.

"No." Renee's expression only got worse; she silently cursed herself for not having the guts to say what she wanted to. Was she really going to throw away the best guy she had ever met?

"You're lying," Sophia said. "Tell me what's wrong." Her voice was friendly, and soothing.

For the first time since they had started talking about Nick, Renee looked into Sophia's eyes; she could tell that she was talking to her friend, not her Mistress. "I don't want to dump him," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think...I think I love him."

Sophia nodded. "Okay."

Renee leaned forward and hugged Sophia, surprising the reclined brunette. She had been so afraid, for what now seemed like silly reasons. She was afraid of retribution, afraid that her friend would stab her in the back, afraid of so many ridiculous things.

Sophia returned the hug, which only made Renee hold her tighter. She felt bad, even though she had apparently made Renee very happy. She didn't know why Renee had been so nervous, or why she was so relieved now; the important thing, she rationalized, was that Renee was happy now.

"Thank you," Renee said, breaking the hug and wiping a happy tear from her eye.


"No problem," Sophia replied. "We can still have a threesome, though, right?"

Renee smiled. "As many as my Mistress wants." She started to get up, but Sophia stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?" The harsh, commanding tone had returned to her voice.

Renee got back down on her knees, bowing her head. "Forgive me, Mistress."

"You'll have to earn that forgiveness." Sophia pointed to her outstretched right foot. "Worship your Mistress, slave. Work your way up."

Renee crawled down to the end of the couch and took Sophia's foot in her hands. Her knees were still on the floor, but her body was now hovering over Sophia's. The dominant brunette wiggled her toes; Renee responded by gently kissing each one of them. One by one, she took Sophia's toes into her mouth, giving each a quick suck before moving on to the next. When all five had received this treatment, Renee's lips traveled down the sole of her Mistress' foot, kissing all the way to her heel. Renee stuck out her tongue, then very slowly ran it back up Sophia's foot.

"Mmm, good girl," Sophia said, relaxing on the couch. She loved having every inch of her body worshipped, and Renee was very good at it. She started kissing the top of Sophia's foot, working her way up the arch with gentle caresses. Her tongue licked a slow circle around Sophia's ankle, her soft lips pecking the bone itself. Sophia let out another contented sigh, letting Renee take all the time she wanted.

Renee was in no hurry. She was never this submissive; not to her boyfriends, not to the other girls she had experimented with, not to anyone. But Sophia...Sophia was impossible to explain. There was just something about her, something in the way she carried herself, that drove Renee wild. They were friends, as well as lovers, and on that level they were always equal. But in the bedroom (or the dressing room, or the bathroom, or the closet, or that one time on the plane), Sophia was in complete control. And Renee didn't want it any other way.

As her tongue lovingly licked the smooth skin of Sophia's calf, Renee was reminded of all the times she had shaved Sophia's gorgeous legs. That simple submissive act never failed to drive Renee wild, and she always made sure to properly thank her Mistress for the opportunity. Now, she was thanking her for something else; her understanding of Renee's feelings for Nick was an example of how great a friend she was, as well as a great Mistress.

Renee began to gently kiss Sophia's shin. Soon, her kisses became more sensual, more passionate, and she found that she was practically sucking on Sophia's flesh. The brunette didn't mind; in fact, she seemed to relish the degree to which her body enraptured Renee. She ran her fingers through her submissive's hair, and let out a low, satisfied moan. Renee's fingertips began to rub Sophia's calf; the supple flesh did as much to arouse Renee as the light massage did for Sophia.

As Renee moved up to Sophia's knee, the toes she had just finished sucking brushed against her breast. Sophia noticed this, and started moving her foot in a small circle. This caused her big toe to rub against the side of Renee's breast, stroking it through her dark purple blouse. Renee looked up at Sophia, and smiled; she returned it.

Renee did not allow the bit of pleasure Sophia was giving her to distract her from her task; she continued her slow, gradual march up Sophia's divine legs. She sucked on Sophia's thigh, much like the way she had sucked on her shin. Sophia's thighs were more sensitive, however, and this time the reaction was stronger.

"Mmm, Renee," she moaned, "You're making me so wet...keep it up..."

Renee did just that, her hands moving up to massage Sophia's thigh as her mouth moved ever closer to her delicious pussy. She could smell Sophia's arousal, now, and the scent was intoxicating. Still, she made sure to take her time and savor the incredible legs she was worshipping.

Sophia was getting impatient; she knew that as great as Renee's tongue was when it worked on her legs, it was even better when it was eating her pussy. She took a firm grip of Renee's hair, but did not tug; she knew that just that signal would tell Renee that Mistress was ready for her to move up.

Renee received the signal, and silently obeyed the unspoken command. She gently lapped at Sophia's cotton panties, pressing the garment against her dripping snatch. When Sophia's moans grew louder, Renee took the panties in her teeth and pulled them down to Sophia's knees.

She quickly moved back up, smiling at the sight of Sophia's wet pussy. She moved in close, like she was planning to attack it with the full force of her tongue, but grinned and pulled back. She teased Sophia's lips, just barely running her tongue over them and then moving away. Sophia groaned, writhing in pleasure and frustration on the couch.

"Don't toy with me, Renee," she pleaded, "Eat me!"

This time, Renee did not immediately obey; instead, she planted soft kisses all around Sophia's pussy, tasting the juices that had gathered in her thick, brown bush. Renee kept Sophia's mound well-trimmed, the dark hair forming a perfect triangle that Renee's tongue was now exploring at a pleasurable, leisurely pace.

Sophia's patience had already worn thin, and she wasn't going to let Renee get distracted from the ultimate goal. She tugged on Renee's hair, trying to steer her toward her engorged clit. The redhead complied, but only to a point; she did move back to Sophia's pussy, but only teased her Mistress' clit. Sophia's frustration grew as Renee's tongue danced over and around the swollen nub.

"Fucking Hell, Renee," she growled, an edge coming to her voice as she tugged once more on her hair. "Suck my fucking clit right the fuck now!"

Renee pouted, playfully; she was disappointed that her playtime was over, but the tone in Sophia's voice had her creaming her jeans. "Yes, Mistress." She took Sophia's clit into her mouth, sucking hard on it.

"Oooooh, yeah," Sophia moaned, rubbing her breasts through her t-shirt. "That's it...oh, fuck, Renee..."

Renee kept her lips tightly wrapped around Sophia's clit, sucking as hard as she could. She would occasionally scrape her teeth against it, causing Sophia to shudder in ecstasy. Renee could feel that Sophia was close, and she did nothing to stop her Mistress from cumming.

"Mmm, ohhhh fuck," Sophia groaned, her body tensing up as she prepared for orgasm. "I'm gonna fucking cum, Renee; you'd better be ready for it!"

Renee barely had time to nod before Sophia came, her sweet cream pouring from her pussy like water from a fountain. Renee quickly moved her mouth to catch as much as she could, hungrily lapping up the rest as Sophia moaned her approval.

"Mmm, such a good girl," she said, stroking her slave's hair.

When the fountain had run dry, Renee moved up to Sophia's face and kissed her. Sophia slid her tongue into Renee's mouth, tasting her own juices and finding them quite enjoyable. As their tongues danced, Renee placed her hand on Sophia's bush, pushing her middle finger into Sophia's cunt.

Renee broke the kiss, smiling down at Sophia. "Got one more for me?" she asked, bending her finger in an attempt to influence the answer.

Sophia nodded, smiling from ear to ear. She pulled off her t-shirt, her nudity a stark contrast to Renee's full outfit of blouse and jeans. Renee leaned in, kissing Sophia's breasts as she slid another finger into her pussy. Sophia groaned at the insertion, her muscles tightening around Renee's fingers.

Renee started to fuck Sophia's cunt with her fingers, while at the same time her lips and tongue moved over her breasts. She kissed the soft, supple flesh, loving the sound of Sophia's contented moans. She closed her eyes as she started to suck on Sophia's nipple, smiling to herself when her Mistress started petting her.

"Good girl," Sophia intoned, stroking Renee's hair. "Mmm, you're such a good girl, Renee..."

Renee felt like a very good girl, and she was glad her Mistress agreed. She continued to suck on Sophia's nipple, almost as if she expected to draw milk, while her fingers continued to fuck Sophia's tight pussy.

Much as she enjoyed the events that were unfolding, Sophia had something else in mind. She guided Renee's mouth away from her nipple, drawing her into another kiss. When the kiss broke, Renee opened her eyes. Sophia could see the pleasure that Renee was feeling, just from serving her; she wanted to reward it.

Holding onto Renee's shoulders for support, Sophia rolled herself off of the couch, coming down on the floor on top of Renee. The redhead was confused by the change of position, but before she could question it Sophia was kissing her again. Sophia pinned Renee to the floor, moaning into her mouth as their kiss intensified.

Renee inserted a third finger into Sophia's pussy, fucking her Mistress with renewed ardor. Her thumb pressed against Sophia's clit, teasing it with her nail. Sophia's moans grew louder, and she broke the kiss.

Sophia's lips traveled down to Renee's neck, a spot that she knew drove her sub wild. She playfully nipped the pale flesh, loving Renee's surprised gasps. "Oh, you're so tasty, Renee," Sophia said, smiling as she moved up to nibble her ear, "I just might have to eat you up."

"Please," Renee moaned, "Please, Mistress...please, yes."

Sophia was taken aback by this; she knew that Renee got off on being a sub, but she had never heard such need in her voice. Acting quickly, she spun herself around, getting into position so that her pussy was right in Renee's face, and vice versa.

Renee wasted no time replacing the fingers that had just been removed from Sophia's cunt with her eager tongue. Sophia moaned, relishing the sensation for a moment. Then she returned to her self-appointed task. She started by taking hold of Renee's wrist, bringing her sub's creamy fingers to her mouth. Slowly, she licked her sweet juices from Renee's hand, gently kissing each finger in turn.

Renee let out a muffled moan, her face buried in Sophia's dripping snatch. When Sophia released her hand, she placed it on Sophia's ass, and both of Renee's hands began to rub and caress Sophia's cheeks. Renee's tongue worked as fast as she could make it, licking as deep as possible in Sophia's drenched pussy.

Sophia, meanwhile, was busy preparing Renee for a tongue-lashing of her own. She unbuttoned Renee's tight jeans, sliding them up her legs and exposing her purple g-string. This, too, was quickly pushed out of the way, and Sophia was met with a surprise.

"Growing in our bush, are we?" she asked playfully, licking the patch of hair that had sprouted since their last encounter. Renee answered with a muffled "Mm-hmm," and Sophia smiled. "I like it," she said, kissing the red mound before turning her attention to Renee's clit.

Sophia gently bit down on it, causing Renee to cry out. She bit it again, harder, and this time Renee's response conveyed as much pain as pleasure. Sophia quickly soothed the pain, switching to more gentle kisses and licks as she attended to Renee. She mixed it up, using a variety of soft kisses and hard bites designed to keep Renee on the edge for as long as possible.

Sophia knew that Renee had to be close; her pussy was soaking wet, and she knew from experience that Renee's licking always grew more feverish the closer she came to an orgasm. This time was no different, as Renee's tongue was attacking Sophia's snatch with reckless abandon.

"Oh, fuck, Renee," Sophia moaned, grinding her hips against the younger woman's face. "I want you to cum for me; cum for your Mistress!"

Sophia punctuated her exclamation by redoubling her efforts on Renee's clit. Her tongue attacked it from all angles, her lips and teeth getting into the action as well. Renee was writhing beneath her, moaning loudly into her pussy and keeping a tight grip on her ass. It was just a matter of time, and that time ran out when Sophia's tongue made one last circle around Renee's engorged clit.

The sound of Renee's orgasm was muffled by the fact that she was still eating Sophia's pussy, but it was still loud enough for Sophia to hear every word. "Ohhh, ohhh FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!" Renee screamed, her cream gushing from her pussy. Sophia eagerly licked up as much as she could; Renee's cum was practically addictive, and Sophia was a very happy junkie.

Satisfied that she had gotten her fix, Sophia pulled herself away from Renee's pussy. She got up on her knees, changing the angle that Renee was attacking her pussy from. Renee didn't slow down a bit, her tongue seemingly in three totally different places at once while her hands continued to rub Sophia's ass.

Sophia started to grind herself against Renee's face, riding her eager slave like a bucking bronco. She cursed herself silently for thinking of this position so late; the sensations were incredible, but there was no way that she would be able to hold out for very long. She closed her eyes, trying to think of something to take her mind off of Renee, but the persistent redhead's incredible tongue wouldn't let her get away from the pleasure.

"Jesus Christ, Renee," she gasped, "You're fucking amazing...oh, God...oh, FUCKING GOOOOOD!!!"

Renee opened her mouth as wide as she could, letting Sophia's orgasm rain down on her. Sophia was stiff as a board, frozen in ecstasy and screaming with pleasure. She stayed like that for almost a minute before finally collapsing, leaning against the couch for support.

Renee slid out from under her, sitting next to her in front of the couch. Sophia took a moment to catch her breath, while Renee smiled bashfully. "Please tell me we don't have to stop this for Nick," Sophia said, wiping sweat from her eyes.

Renee grinned. "I don't think he'll mind."

* * * * *

Renee came out of the dressing room just as I went to knock on it. "Hey," she said, smiling and greeting me with a kiss.

"Hey." I smiled, then licked my lips. "Mmm, tasty...new lipstick?"

"Something like that." Renee blushed and looked back at Sophia, who was also coming out of the dressing room. She grinned, and I had no doubt what the taste was.

"Give him another taste."

Before I could process what Sophia had said, Renee was kissing me again. The remnants of Sophia's cream on her tongue made it taste even better than usual, and I could feel my cock quickly responding. I pressed Renee against the door, kissing her harder. She lifted her left leg, wrapping it around me and pulling me closer to her, pressing my bulge against the growing wet spot in her jeans.




LA Aces Ch. 05



"Uh, guys," Sophia started, "Don't we have to get back to work?"

I broke the kiss and looked back at Sophia; she obviously didn't like having to ask what she just did, but she had a point. Luckily, I had an answer that made us all happy.

"That's what I was coming to say," I said, catching my breath. "They're shutting down shooting for the rest of the day. Something about Africa being a go." I turned my attention back to Renee, kissing her again. "God, I want you..."

"In here," she said, breathlessly. I opened the door and picked Renee up, but was stopped from carrying her in by Sophia.

"Can I come, too?" she asked.

Renee practically screamed "Yes!" before I could even open my mouth, and the three of us made our way into the dressing room. I saw a couch at one end of the room, but instead I went for the bed, dropping Renee on it and quickly beginning to undress.

I had my shirt off and was hastily pulling at my belt when I felt Sophia grab me from behind, her hands rubbing my chest. She kissed and sucked my neck, moving up to my ear and whispering, "I told you I'd get you."

Renee had sat herself up on the bed, and was now enjoying the sight of Sophia kissing my neck and rubbing my chest. She had unbuttoned her jeans, and had her hand was buried in her pants as she watched us with rapt attention.

I finished pulling off my belt, and quickly stepped out of my jeans and underwear. Renee's eyes lit up as she saw my cock; it was already fully erect from our brief make-out session. She went to take it into her mouth, but Sophia stopped her.

"Nuh-uh," she said, grinning. "I get him first."

Renee bowed her head, backing away. "Yes, Mistress."

Sophia pulled down and stepped out of her blue sweatpants, tossing them aside along with her matching panties. I could see that she was already wet, both from having cum before and from her arousal at the situation she found herself in. She got down on all fours, so that her head was resting on the foot of the bed, and beckoned Renee to come closer to her.

"Come fuck me, Nick," she ordered as she started to peel off Renee's tight jeans. I looked to Renee for approval; she nodded eagerly. I stepped forward, lining my cock up with Sophia's moist slit. "Come on," she said as I brushed my head against her cunt, "Don't tease me. Fuck me."

I pushed the head of my cock into her; as I expected, it was fairly easy going. Sophia's pussy was already wet and creamy, so I had little difficulty as I slid the length of my cock inside of her. Her pussy was almost as tight as it was wet; I groaned in pleasure as I felt her muscles envelop my member.

"Fuck, that's it," Sophia said, encouraging me. "Come on, baby; fuck me!"

I put a hand on her back to steady myself, and started to fuck her. I started slow, then built more speed, settling into a nice rhythm of pushing in and out of her. Once she had timed my thrusts, Sophia started pushing back against me, rocking back and forth as I moved in and out of her.

While this was going on, Sophia was also attending to Renee. She pulled off Renee's jeans, licking her soaked panties. Renee gasped; whatever they had just finished, it had obviously left her very sensitive. Sophia seemed to realize that, and went at Renee with slow, gentle licks.

She pulled Renee's panties down to her ankles, then placed her hands back on the floor to steady herself. Sophia kissed Renee's inner thighs gently, making her gasp and run her fingers through Sophia's hair.

"Ohhh, God," Renee moaned, "Lick me, Mistress!"

Sophia smiled, and carefully inserted her tongue into Renee's pussy. I wondered what it was about Sophia that made Renee call her Mistress, even when Sophia was the one doing the servicing. Sophia's tongue gently probed at Renee's pussy, licking her sensitive cunt.

I started to fuck her harder; tasting Sophia's cream on Renee's tongue had driven me mad with arousal, and I knew I'd have to get off soon if I was going to be good for more than one orgasm.

"Ooo, Nick," Sophia cooed, muffled slightly by Renee's cunt. "That's how I like it...give it to me hard!"

I furrowed my brow and went to work at meeting her request. I thrust myself into her as hard as I could, watching her rock back and forth and savoring the feeling of her hot cunt around my cock.

"Yeah, that's how you like it," I said. "You wanna get fucked like a little slut, don't you?"

Sophia cried out "Ohhh, fuck yes! I'm your fucking slut!" and briefly took her head away from Renee's pussy. Reaching out, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her right back down.

"Keep licking, slut!" I barked. "You're not in charge now; I am!" I kept Sophia pinned to the bed, my hips smacking against hers as I fucked her hard. "I'm gonna fucking cum, bitch! Don't you cream your little cunt until Renee does! You hear me?"

Sophia nodded, licking and kissing Renee's pussy with renewed passion. I closed my eyes and grunted, slamming myself into her. "Here it comes! Gonna fill you up with my fucking cum!" I did just that, blasting my hot load into Sophia's cunt.

Renee seemingly couldn't believe what she was seeing; the sight of her Mistress being knocked down a peg or two must have been new to her. She looked up at me, then back down at Sophia, then up to me again. She looked like she was about to say something, but was distracted by Sophia's skilled tongue.

"Fuuuck," she moaned, rubbing her chest through her purple blouse. "Make me cum, Mistress...please, make your slave fucking CUMMMM!!!" Renee screamed loudly, sweet cream flowing from her pussy into Sophia's waiting mouth.

To her credit, Sophia waited just like I told her to, and didn't start to cream her own cunt until Renee's juices had touched her lips. She writhed in pleasure, happily licking up Renee's cream as her own cum poured down her thighs.

I pulled Sophia up to me, and kissed her forcefully. This time, I tasted Renee's pussy on her tongue. Sophia moaned into my mouth, then broke the kiss. "Fuck my ass?" she asked, biting her lip.

I smiled; Sophia made it sound like I was asking her to do some horrible favor that I couldn't possibly enjoy. "I suppose," I said.

I spun Sophia around so that she was facing Renee again, and pressed my cock against her ass. I didn't think she had expected me to go at her from this position, with both of us standing, but I really didn't care. I grabbed her hips and pulled her close, popping the head of my cock into her ass. She gasped, the sound seemingly more of pain and surprise than pleasure.

Renee heard it, and apparently didn't like the idea of her Mistress not being pleasured. She scooted into position and started kissing Sophia's pussy, mimicking the movements that Sophia had used on her moments ago. This time, Sophia moaned, spreading her legs a little to give us both better access.

Sophia's ass was much tighter than her pussy, almost painfully so. After pushing myself in as far as I could go, I started to very slowly withdraw. Sophia seemed to relax as I did, so I took the opportunity and pushed myself deeper than I had previously been able to. "Jesus, you're tight," I groaned as I struggled to penetrate her further.

Sophia did not respond; she just kept a tight grip on Renee's hair. I knew that I was being rough with her, and I was very surprised that she hadn't yet asked me to ease up. It made me respect her a little more. Wouldn't make me stop fucking her as hard, but I respected her more.

Renee started to focus in on Sophia's clit, smothering the swollen nub with soft licks and kisses. Through gritted teeth, Sophia moaned, and the moan only became more intense as I started to pull out once more.

I pulled myself back until just the head of my cock was in Sophia's ass, letting Renee pleasure her for a little while. I reached a couple of fingers around to her pussy, gathering a bit of her cream and rubbing it along my shaft. The extra bit of lubrication helped as I pushed myself back in, as there was much less of a struggle getting my cock deep into Sophia's ass.

As she loosened up a bit, Sophia grew to enjoy my sodomy a little more. She moaned in pleasure as I started to build speed, fucking her slowly but steadily. Her pleasure was only increased by the fact that Renee was doing the same thing to her pussy; she gently slid two fingers in and out of Sophia's cunt in time with my thrusts into her ass.

"Fuuuck," Sophia moaned. "Mmm, you're both so fucking good...fuck me!"

My eyes found Renee's, and we each nodded. Somehow, we were on the same wavelength, and our fucking stayed synchronized even as we sped up. Renee matched her fucking of Sophia's pussy with a tongue-lashing of her clit; seeing this, I started to kiss and lick Sophia's neck.

Renee's tongue danced all around Sophia's pleasure button, alternately teasing it with the tip and attacking it with her full tongue. Sophia obviously appreciated the efforts, as she ran her fingers through Renee's hair. "Mmm, good girl," she cooed.

Inexplicably, I found myself feeling jealous of Renee. Still kissing and licking Sophia's neck, I also started to rub her breasts through her t-shirt. After a while of this, I peeled it off; the shirt was clinging to her sweat-soaked breasts like it didn't want to leave them. I grabbed her nipples and twisted them roughly, drawing a pained gasp, then began to rub my palms along the curves of her chest.

Sophia rewarded this with a moan of satisfaction. She took one hand out of Renee's hair and brought it up to mine, running her fingers through my hair. "Mmm, and such a good boy, too," she said as I continued to kiss and rub her.

My cock twitched inside of Sophia's ass; I knew that I was going to cum soon. "Sophia," I started, still attending to her neck, "I'm going to—"

"Cum in my ass, Nick!" she said, cutting me off. "Fill me up!" As soon as she said it, I started to cum, my cock shooting hot cum all the way up into Sophia's ass. I moaned, muffled by her neck; cumming in her ass felt even better than cumming in her pussy.

The feeling of my hot cum in her ass sent Sophia over the edge; she came for a second time, this time licked up and swallowed by a happy and hungry Renee. "Ooo, such a good boy and a good girl," she said, rewarding our efforts. "You're both so good." As I pulled out of her ass, she said, "There must be some way for me to repay you for that."

She walked behind me, wrapping her hand around my still-hard cock, jacking it. "Mmm, this seems familiar," she said, teasingly. "But I bet Renee knows how to make it even better than last time."

Renee took the hint, and immediately scooted back toward me. She was lying on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows; her purple blouse was the only piece of clothing left on between us. She took the head of my cock into her mouth, giving it a hard suck while Sophia jacked my shaft.

Sophia took her hand off of my cock, and took a handful of Renee's hair. "Come on, slave," she said, forcing Renee to deepthroat me, "Taste your Mistress' ass!"

"Oh, fuuuck," I groaned, placing my hands on the sides of Renee's head. I brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, and she looked up at me lovingly.

After a moment, Sophia pulled Renee back, wrapping her right hand around my cock and using her left to stroke Renee's hair. "There's a good girl," she intoned. "Such a good little slave, Renee."

Renee responded to Sophia's praise by sucking me harder; I could tell that she loved having us both stand over her, dominant. Sophia didn't seem to be content with just one submissive; she turned her attention to me.

"Mmm, and you're a good boy, Nicky," she said, tightening her grip on my cock. "I bet you love having Miss Sophia's hand jacking you off..."

"Oh, yeah," I answered. "I love it."

Sophia smiled. "Good boy." She kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She must have pulled her hand away from Renee's hair, because she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me as close to her as possible, pressing her entire body against me. I let her take complete control of the kiss, not that I had much choice; with my cock firmly in her grasp and her tongue halfway down my throat, Sophia made sure I knew she was in charge.

When she broke the kiss, there was a fire in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. Renee must have seen it, too, as she started to suck harder on my head and swirl her tongue around it. That look in Sophia's eye told me that she knew she was in complete control, and that she could make us do anything she wanted. More than that, it told me that I would happily do whatever she asked.

"You about ready to cum, Nick?" she asked. I nodded. "Good. Do it on Renee's face."

Renee immediately backed off, licking my cock with the tip of her tongue while Sophia continued to jack my shaft. "Oh, God..." I moaned, "I'm gonna cum, Sophia...fuck, I'm gonna cum soon...oh, shit YEEESSSS!!!" I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I came, plastering my load all over Renee's gorgeous face. Sophia kept jerking me, milking my cock for every drop of hot milk that she could get.

When she finally let me go, my knees were so weak that I could barely stand. I stumbled to the couch and sat down, my cock aching from the tightness of Sophia's grip and the force with which I had just cum.

At Sophia's behest, Renee got up on her knees on the bed, her face still covered with my cum. She folded her hands in her lap, smiling pleasantly, waiting for her Mistress' orders. I knew, and from the look of it Sophia did too, that Renee would do absolutely anything she said. Seeing Renee so submissive, and Sophia so dominant, started bringing my cock back to life.

Sophia made a show of pacing in front of the bed, watching Renee watch her, deciding what she was going to do with her next. She slowly leaned in and kissed Renee's cheek, her tongue sliding out to lick it. She smiled as she tasted my cum. "Mmm, Nick," she said, licking up some more, "Your cum tastes even better than Renee said."

"Th-thank you," I stammered, wondering what was coming over me. Sophia had me completely wrapped around her finger, and I was loving every second of it.

Sophia continued to slowly lick my cum off of Renee's face. Her tongue slowly covered Renee's right cheek, scooping up my jizz and bringing it into her mouth. She moved up to Renee's forehead, her tongue again giving it a long lick. Sophia took her time, savoring the taste of Renee's sweat mixed with my semen. After every swipe of her tongue against Renee's skin, Sophia swallowed, and every time she did she gave the same happy smile.

Renee seemed to be trembling with arousal as Sophia licked her face clean. Her eyes followed Sophia's tongue as it slowly moved over her skin. I was jealous of her; Sophia's slow, deliberate cleaning was a powerfully erotic sight from a distance, but it must have been even more so from up close.

Sophia knew that she was the center of attention, and she loved it. She drew out her every movement; I realized that I had even brought my breathing in line with the slow motion of her tongue over Renee's flesh.

Satisfied that Renee's forehead was clean, Sophia moved to her left cheek. By now, Renee's face with flushed with arousal, and my cock was slowly getting hard again. Still, Sophia took her time, relishing the power she held over both of us. We were frozen in place, watching in awe as the dominant Sophia continued to meticulously lick Renee's face clean.

Sophia moved down to Renee's chin, now the only part of her face that had any cum left on it. Sophia licked it up, looking up into Renee's eyes and giving her a devilish grin. She swallowed the milky load, as she had all the others, and pulled back a little to survey her work. She seemed satisfied; she leaned in and softly kissed Renee's lips, then pulled back and stood up straight.

"Well," she said, after a moment of awed silence from Renee and me. "What now?"

Sophia was interrupted by loud knocking at the door. "Sophia? Renee? Are you in there?" A concerned male voice asked. "We have to talk! I've got big news!"