2 comments/ 41574 views/ 9 favorites Luck be a Lady Ch. 01 By: Slappy101 *This is the beginning of what I'd like to be a new ongoing series for me. I have plenty of ideas for this particular series, but would be much obliged to add anything my fans suggest, so let me know what you'd like to see. Also, let me know what you thought of the story so far, good and bad. I hope to have chapter two done within a months time, but it will take less or more time probably depending on the amount of feedback I receive on this one. If no one likes it, then there's not much point in continuing is there? Feel free to suggest other celebrities for Jake to meet. I'd like to include a new celebrity pretty much every chapter, but will definitely continue his story arc with Rihanna if you all like it. Thank you for your time and support.* My name's Jake Cutler, and I'm an aspiring actor. Its been a slow and hard road for me thus far; mostly commercials, some small voice acting parts, local plays, and a few small unlisted parts as an extra in some summer movies. However, it seems my luck is changing. I was on my way to a studio where I'd be the love interest of pop-artist Rihanna's new single, "Push Up On Me." I'd always been a fan of the young singer, both a fan of her body and musical ability. So, needless to say I was pretty excited when I got the call from my agent earlier in the week. This would hopefully expose my face to my target market, young girls who would find me attractive. If they liked me, then chances were better that I'd garner attention from producers and directors looking for leads in their new teen drama movies. Hell, I'd settle for a sidekick role, or even the villain if that's all they'd give me. In this business you can't be picky when you first get started, and I knew that. Once the world saw my talent and I became respected, I'd be able to pick and choose. Until then, I'd do whatever I could to be noticed. I pulled into the studio's parking lot a few minutes before I was due, and as soon as I approached the door someone was there to lead me into hair and makeup. Not exactly my favorite part of acting due to the time it often took to finish even the simplest makeup, but it was nice to appear quite flawless on camera. After about thirty minutes of precise powder and miniscule adjustments to my hair, which was usually quite mundane, being short and rather fine, I was ready for my costume. They decided to go with a sort of Justin Timberlake look, perhaps because we had similar builds and facial structures. I ended up in a pair of expensive black slacks and shiny loafers, wearing a business-like white, button-up that was unbuttoned down most of my chest. The matching blazer was unbuttoned as well, and from what I understood, I was supposed to get rid of that quite quickly. Probably my favorite part of the costume was a very expensive Rolex watch, and sparkling chain and charm. My entire outfit had to cost about twice as much as my car did, but I guess nothing less was worthy of dancing beside Rihanna. Now I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I'd always been a pretty decent dancer, and knowing that I would be booked twice as much if I could dance well, I took several lessons before moving out to L.A. which proved quite beneficial after all. I knew several different styles at this point, but from when I spoke to the director he made it clear I wouldn't need anything all that fancy, just typical club moves, mixed with some tango-elements. It didn't seem very complicated, and they let me spend about twenty minutes with a curvy choreographer while Rihanna was still getting ready with her own costume. The moves seemed pretty simple, and after two run-throughs I was pretty much set to go. I walked candidly over to the refreshments table and grabbed a bottle of water to take a swig whilst I waited for however long I had to. It wasn't long though, because as I brought my chin down from the swig, my eyes fell upon one of the most gorgeous women that I'd ever seen. She was beautiful. I mean beau-ti-ful! As the sagely Dawson Leery would say she was, "beautiful in the way that beautiful used to actually mean something." As that thought crossed my mind I couldn't help but smile at my own lameness, a lot of my friends always criticized me for being a fan of "Dawson's Creek" but in my opinion that show had all of life's important answers in it. Plus, I identified with the lead role. Apparently I was smiling a bit too wide, and a bit too long, because as Rihanna's eyes met mine she arched an eyebrow and spoke in her smooth voice, with the sexy Barbadian accident lingering on her lips, "Do you find something funny?" "Ah... Oh, no. Just a funny thought popped into my head. That's all." As I stood there still smiling I realized what a goober I must look like. "Ah, jeez, I'm sorry. I probably look like a complete jackass don't I?" With a grin of her own, her brow relaxed and she moved forward a step, "No, no," she laughed and then added, "well a bit. But you're a cute jackass. I like your dimples, and that five o'clock shadow just makes it even sexier." Her golden-brown eyes were locked on mine, and I blinked to stop myself from staring too hard, just as she reached a slender hand forward, "I am Rihanna." With a short chuckle I nodded, "Oh, I know. I'm a fan of your music, you're quite talented," and as I reached my hand forward to take her soft digits into my heavier and rougher palm I smiled with a small bow of my head and introduced myself, "I'm Jake Cutler, I'll be your dance partner today." "Well, lucky me," she smiled as I released her hand, and I noticed that her eyes were still studying me quite intently. "Not to disagree with you, but I'm probably the lucky one," I laughed and took another sip of my water in an attempt to appear more casual and less nervous. Just then the Director clapped his hands loudly and rose his voice, "Alright people! It's time to make some magic! Where's my sweet little Rihanna?" Rihanna smiled at me with a small wave and turned to approach the director, who was ironically shorter than the 5'10" Barbadian in heels was. "Ah, there you are darling! Okay, positions everyone. Cue the lights and we're ready to shoot! I immediately moved to where I was supposed to enter from and made note of where the cameras were positioned. As the overhead lights dimmed and the set lights came on, as instructed, the music began and everything started moving. The extras began dancing and grinding like in a real club, they even had a mock bar and everything set up to emulate the club scene. My job was simply to come in and head over to the bar, hand my jacket to my friend and then seem like I'm catching Rihanna's eye from across the dance floor. I did just as I was instructed and then the director yelled, "Cut! Great! You did a great job Jay, we got that part no problem, when we start back up I want you to push your way through the crowd, like a hunter who has found his prey. Got it?" I nodded to him and he soon started the new scene. Shooting the video was much different than actually dancing with a girl in the club, but luckily I didn't have to change outfits at all, because the only other part was supposed to be right after the club scene, but from what I understood, it would be mixed together. I wasn't really worried about the editing process currently, though. Damn if it wasn't intimate, I mean she's such a beauty of a girl, at only 20 years old. I mean she was smoking hot when she first started when she was only 17, and the years had only been good to her. I loved her latest taste for short hair, and it was currently done in a very edgy, yet glamorous fashion, still short as it had been most of the summer. Her bangs fell perfectly across her face as she danced with me, not obscuring her beautifully exotic eyes too much. I mean she was truly just perfect, which was partly a compliment to her makeup artists, but mostly a compliment to her genetic makeup. I mean her caramel skin seemed all too flawless, glistening perfectly under the strobe lights. She had the perfect Nigerian nose, and big, luscious lips that were glossed and just looked succulent. I truly had to fight the urge to kiss her as we danced face to face. As we danced, and I subconsciously followed what the choreographer had shown me, I just kept thinking how amazing it was that I was getting paid for this. I was getting paid to bump and grind with a beautiful celebrity. It was ridiculous, but who the hell was I to complain. For this part of the video she was wearing some sexy dancing clothes, very pop-ish, which complimented her beautifully. Her top was black, and strapless, and since I'm not hugely into fashion, especially female fashion, I couldn't begin to tell you what the real name for it was, but damn if it didn't show off her tits wonderfully! She was easily a B cup without any amplification, but this shirt made her seem like a high C, easy. Luckily, whenever the part that said, "Come up to my room, you sexy little thing," would play she would back up and coax me forward while bending over, offering quite a glorious view of her cleavage, which I couldn't help but stare at. The shirt cut off a few inches above the hem of her pants, and so it showed off a bit of her caramel midriff, which I had my hands on for a majority of the shoot, sliding my fingers across her slick, glistening skin. Towards about the middle of the song, I was supposed to pull away and spin the foxy young singer, and when I did she quite skillfully tucked into my arm as if she were made solely to do that, and began grinding back into me quite sexily. The pants she was wearing were a bit loose and black, but when we began dancing in this new position I could feel the form of each round cheek of her ass pushing into my groin, and when I repositioned my hands she dropped down to the ground before sliding back up my legs, and biting my lips was all I could do to keep from springing a full-on boner. Though I knew she could feel my cock swelling a bit in my pants, but what could I do? We continued to dance back and forth like the choreographer had instructed, and I just hoped that my uncomfortable swelling didn't reflect in my dancing. After several more moments, which felt as if they were going by much too fast, I recognized the climax of the song and knew that the finale was coming up. One of he extras then tried to cut in on the star of the video and myself, and after he whisked her away I pushed through the crowd once more until I found them, tapped the fellow on the shoulder and seemed to sock him right in the jaw. He took the fall quite well and I reached to grasp Rihanna's thin hand and pulled her in a long spin into my arms where I kissed her soundly as the music faded. When the director hollered, "Cut!" I could feel my body groan, and I broke the wonderful kiss we'd been sharing. Helping Rihanna to gain her footing, I could see the devilish smirk playing across her lips as she stole quick flirting glances at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. The director then approached the two of us, coming through the crowd of clapping extras, "Holy smokes that was hot! You guys have some great chemistry! I'm telling you! We probably don't even need this last scene with the great footage you guys just gave me." I said my thanks and then Rihanna and I were whisked away into another room which was set up to look like a bedroom. I swear they were just trying to mess with my head, taking me into a bedroom with this gorgeous young woman after one of the most intense dances I'd ever been a part of. However, I knew that this must be the other scene I was supposed to be in because instead of four walls, they had three walls and then cameras. The director had followed behind us and began explaining what I was supposed to be doing now, "Okay, for this section, you'll be making out." He could obviously see the sheepish grin on my face and looked at me crossly, "Keep it tasteful, huh? Nothing too extreme, just playful kisses and embraces while you begin stripping each other on the bed. Keep all the undergarments on okay? This is PG-13." With that, he made his way behind the camera and left us to wait for the command to begin. As we waited, we both exchange flirting glances and grins, a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time I felt more comfortable than I did with my ex most of the time. "Alright guys and girls, action!" The music began playing again, perhaps just to relax us, because it wasn't needed for any sort of guidance this time. It only took us a moment to attack one another, she climbed atop my lap as I was seated upon the edge of the bed and locked lips with me in a passionate kiss. Her soft, full lips melded perfectly with my thinner, firm lips, and she giggled into my mouth as my scruffy beard tickled her a bit. That was the moment that I became intoxicated with her and my hands moved on there own to grasp the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up her abdomen, causing her to break the kiss briefly and raise her arms. The shirt was off, and a lacy black bra was all that stood in my way now, but I had to behave myself, and so I just pulled her back onto me, and her hands soon found the buttons of my shirt, unfastening them rapidly until I was able to shrug the cloth off of my shoulders. Once my chest was bared, I flipped her over onto her back quite aggressively, flexing my back muscles as I pushed her up the bed a bit, planting kisses along her toned stomach and unbuttoning her pants. When I tugged them off, I laid down on top of her and continued the make out session. I was loving this job. Then Rihanna took control and managed to flip me instead, which I thought was incredibly sexy, and when I was on my back she began kissing and scratching at my smooth chest like quite a little minx. Then she reached back and grabbed a blanket strewn over the corner of the bed and pulled it on top of us, followed by a long sexy series of giggles. I almost forgot we were acting, and continued groping at her perky bubble butt, until I heard "Cut! Fantastic!" And it wrenched me back into reality, where I immediately let go of the starlet. However, I wasn't the one to get the last grope in, because before she emerged from the sheets, she gave my groin a quick squeeze, and if that wasn't a signal that she wanted me, I don't know what is. We both emerged red-faced from the scene, and the short director fed us tons of praises. Meanwhile Rihanna began pulling her shirt back on, which allowed me a great look at her mostly bared lower half. Long, sexy caramel legs, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her black satin panties were clinging to the young vulva hidden beneath, and luckily she hadn't pulled off my slacks because I was hardening quickly. Then she turned around, her plump little rear jiggling at me. "Perfection!" I hissed into my mind, completely ignoring whatever the director was saying to me. Then Rihanna bent over to get her pants, and I was forced to shove my hands into my pockets to discreetly readjust my thick, completely rigid cock. Her ass was just magnificent, the creases between it and her luscious thighs driving me wild. I actually had to look away before I lost control. "Okay," the director was saying, "James, you can head back to wardrobe and return the shirt, pants, shoes and everything. Melissa will have your check for you there." "It's Jake," I corrected him with a slight annoyance in my voice and Rihanna giggled behind him. "Ah, I'm sorry my man! Jake Cutler, I'll definitely want to remember that. I can tell you're going to be big in this city pretty soon." He gave me a friendly pat on the back as I went to reach for my shirt. "Thank you, sir," I told him, but in my head I was thinking, "If you only knew how big I was right now," which brought a coy smile to my lips. With a tender kiss on the cheek for Rihanna, I said my goodbyes, as did she, and I headed back to wardrobe to get dressed in my own t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. When I had finished changing, the director's assistant, Melissa, handed me my check and thanked me for a good day's work, complimenting me on how great I had been during the filming. I thanked her as well and pocketed my check as I headed toward the lobby. My keys jingled in my hand as I pulled them from my pocket, entering the lobby, and they continued to jingle a bit as I froze. Apparently waiting for me near the front door of the studio was Rihanna herself, dressed down now, with her hair undone and falling over her ears, no makeup to speak of, aside from some well-done blush and lip gloss. She smiled as she saw me, and stood from the chair she was sitting in. "Hey," was all I could think to say. "Hey to you," she responded, taking a step toward me and holding up a disc in her left hand. "Randy gave me a rough copy of the video. They're still cutting it and everything, but I thought you might want to watch it." She was quiet for two seconds and then added, "With me?" What could I say to that other than, "Sure!" An adorable smile beamed across her face at this and she moved even closer to me, hooking her arm onto mine. I'm not sure why I felt a bit star-struck now, when I'd already made out with the sexy celebrity. Perhaps it was because she seemed so much more human now, cutely guiding me through the front doors in her tight yellow t-shirt and casual, flowing black skirt, with some short heels, which had her standing at about my height. For such a tall girl, she was just adorable on my arm, and I couldn't help thinking how perfect she seemed next to me as I glanced at her flawless features. Stopping in the parking lot she looks around, "Where's your ride?" "Oh, right, I guess we're going to take my car?" "Of course, I had my driver bring me here. I wouldn't make you leave your car stranded in this parking lot, silly!" Her Barbadian accent drove me wild, even though it wasn't even all that strong, I loved it. "That makes sense," I nodded with a smile and then led her over to my navy blue Shelby GT-H. It wasn't exactly my pride and joy, since I wasn't a hugely material guy, but damn what a car that was, especially since I'd helped my cousin rebuild it after I'd bought it in rather poor condition. I was definitely rather proud of it, considering I wasn't a multi-millionaire like my passenger was. After remotely unlocking the car, I held Rihanna's door open for her, and watched as she tucked her skirt under her butt and slid into the passenger's seat. As she glanced around the interior, she looked up at me just before I shut the door and smiled, "Nice car." grinning sheepishly, I moved around the front and got into my own seat, and started the car with a testosterone-filled roar. As soon as the radio came on, wouldn't you know it, "Push Up On Me" was playing and the two of us began to laugh, and Rihanna immediately changed the channel. I could understand her motives, I'd be pretty tired of hearing myself sing after all of this time as well. The channel that Rihanna stopped on intrigued me, because it was a local alternative rock channel, my typical musical preference. As I backed out of my spot and got onto the road, I smiled over at her and asked, "So, are you enjoying your career here in America so far?" I was sure she had probably been asked this question hundreds of times by reporters and interviewers, but I was curious. "Oh, America is a great place. I've had a ton of fun here. It's very different from Barbados, much bigger you know." She looked out of the passenger's window and then back at me, "Should we watch the video at my place or yours?" It then occurred to me that I was heading home without thinking about it really, and I answered, "Your house, hotel, or wherever, would probably be best. My air conditioning is broken, so we'd just end up getting all sweaty at my place." As I said this, I realized that I wouldn't really mind getting sweaty with this caramel goddess once more and I smiled charmingly, "So I guess I'll need directions." Luck be a Lady Ch. 01 With a sweet smile, she replied, "Okay, well make a U-Turn here..." Luckily we were actually quite nearby her home, only about a forty minute drive. We pulled up to her security gat, chatting idly about our schooling. Apparently she could speak French and japanese quite well, along with the local dialect of Barbados, Bajan, and of course English. I embarrassingly admitted that I could barely hold my own in Spanish, though I'd been working on it even after I got out of school. "You know, I've always wanted to learn Japanese, and Chinese as well," I cruised up the driveway after she leaned across me to put in the security code. "Maybe you could help me out some time, you're obviously a genius." I smiled warmly and slowed into a stop in front of the steps to her home, putting the Shelby in park and pulling the hand break, as was my routine. Laughing with a cute blush on her cheeks, Rihanna says, "Well, I'd love to help you learn, but I don't think I'm a genius or anything." And perhaps she wasn't, but she was quite intelligent, as well as incredibly beautiful. She definitely had me beat in either department, and I considered myself a pretty smart guy, a bit of a geek. "Come on, my sexy little thing," she giggled and pushed her door open as I did the same and habitually locked the doors. She led the way, unlocking the front door and raising a flourishing arm to say, "This is mi casa!" Her accent was even more adorable in Spanish. To rub some salt in my earlier wound, she turned toward me with a mischievous smirk and remarked, "You know what 'mi casa' means right?" I grinned and let out a mock gasp, "That was harsh, young lady! I'm going to have to put you over my knee!" Laughing, she stuck her tongue out at me and when I lunged forward in play she took off running, laughing the entire way as I chased her into her expansive living room. As I chased her, I half expected to be tackled by a team of security personnel, but no one attacked me, not even when I managed to catch her and swoop her up into the air before crashing down onto the incredibly comfy couch with her in my arms. Our lips locked immediately, and she moaned into my mouth. Her lips and breath tasted of an intoxicating fruitiness from her lip gloss, and I savored the succulent taste and feeling as our lips suckled and collided in a passionate entanglement. I truly wasn't even interested in feeling her up, the softness of her lips, and that sweet, silky tongue that devilishly snaked its way past my lips to mingle with my own oral appendage. My right hand sat firmly upon her mocha hip, kneading softly at the smooth flesh it found there, while my other hand traced lightly like a daring spider up the back of her neck, feeling the lines of her tattoo before brushing through her soft hair to find the soft, firm flesh of her cheek. Our intense make out session continued for several minutes, though not really escalating, like a pair of love struck teenagers in the early stages of high school. As the kisses and caresses became progressively lighter, we both took a deep breath, and Rihanna looked me in the eyes, her golden-brown orbs sparkling as she whispered breathlessly, "Wow!" I grinned and said in a low voice, "I know," before helping her off of my lap. Standing up, I felt how weak she'd made my legs with just her lips, and knew that this girl was going to be the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I leaned over her and planted a soft kiss on her lips as I slipped the DVD from her purse. Her eyes were closed as I kissed her so tenderly, but as I pulled away she snapped them open, "Hey! Don't you know you should never go into a woman's purse!?" She laughed gingerly, though tried to keep a stern look on her brow. "Oh, hush." I laughed, "You're going to give yourself wrinkles if you keep that up. Go fix your lip gloss or something while I figure out how to work all of these contraptions you've got here." My eyes were looking in the direction of her huge entertainment system. Now I was a bit of a technology geek, and my cousin was known to have tons of the latest equipment in his home, but I'd never seen so much stuff before. A huge television, huge speakers, DVD players, CD players, Blu-ray players, Playstation 3, Xbox 360, Wii, she had it all. And taking a gander at her video game and DVD collection I think I fell a little bit in love with this girl I'd just met. She was practically as geeky as I was. With flushed cheeks, she nodded, "Sure, I'll go get us something to drink as well," she said, standing up and correcting her skirt which had been riding up a bit during the make out session. As she went to exit, she glanced back and laughed, "Good luck with all of that," and then disappeared into what I could only assume at that point was the kitchen of her mansion. Luckily my savvy with technology came in handy and I was able to get the DVD on the TV only using two of the eight remotes available. Since there wasn't really any preface to the video, it began playing as soon as I put it in, and I heard Rihanna hurrying back into the living room behind me. I smiled at her as she placed the glasses of water on the coffee table and gratefully placed my arm around her shoulder as she snuggled up into my armpit with her head on my chest like she was made to do so. I couldn't help my heart beat intensifying at this point, because butterflies were swarming in my stomach. Rihanna either felt the same way or was simply entertained, because though she seemed to be watching the television, she burst into a tumbling series of giggles, which caused me to laugh along. Once she was able to bring her giggle-fit under control, we both became quiet for a moment and then she mentioned, "We look pretty good together on the dance floor," and she craned her neck to look up at me. I couldn't help but plant a soft kiss on her full lips in response, and she cooed as her eyes closed. Apparently satisfied, she turned her attention back to the video and then gasped and slapped me lightly on the chest, "Oh, wow! It really looked like you hit him! Ouch..." I couldn't help but smile. After the part where I socked the guy who stole my girl from me, it was the kiss and my heart jumped when I saw how passionate and natural we looked, and I knew Rihanna's chest must be pounding in the same manner because her hand clenched at my knee momentarily at that exact moment. The final part of the video was now coming up, accompanied by the familiar pulsating beat of the song. The sensualness of watching the two of us practically undressing one another with our teeth was quite intense, and subconsciously my left hand began stroking the soft flesh of Rihanna's arm, while my right hand wrapped around to caress her cleanly shaved legs as they were curled up rather tight to her abdomen. My eyes began darting between the television and then her shiny, smooth legs. The last thing I remember thinking was, "They actually managed to make this part look kind of tasteful," and then Rihanna lost control and pulled my face into hers, suckling hard on my bottom lip. It wasn't long before I flipped her over so that I was on top. We didn't even noticed when the DVD ended. My lips were locked onto hers in a frenzied passion, and we suckled hotly at one another for a few moments before our tongue began to tango once more. Slowly I began breaking the kiss, becoming more adventurous and planting light, tender kisses down her adorable chin. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but grind my groin into her thigh, becoming too enamored to contain myself any longer, and as my cock began to harden and throb within my semi-tight denim jeans. Reluctantly, I finally removed my lips from her soft skin and sat up a bit, looking her over in all of her beauty. It had become dark outside by now, and since we hadn't turn on any light on our run in here, the only light in the room was the blue glow of the television set. She looked gorgeous even in the blue light though, her skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat, and her chest heaving heavily. She was staring into my face, and I caught her eyes, feeling my heart melt a bit, and simultaneously my cock twitched; this girl drove me wild. Slowly, and perhaps a bit nervously, I moved my hands down her long abdomen and to the hem of her thin, cotton t-shirt. She gave me a reassuring nod, and I slid down her body a bit, planting my lips to her skin once more. My kisses followed my hands up her trunk, as they pushed the yellow shirt up and over her pounding heart and heaving chest. She helped me by lifting her arms above her head and raising her back up for a moment as I pulled the shirt off of her body and tossed it onto the coffee table. She was wearing the same lacy black bra from the video, so I could only assume she was wearing the same pair of black satin panties which were probably clinging to her hot, swollen vulva at that very moment. I groaned in sexual frustration as I began suckling and nibbling at her neck while her own hands became adventurous as well, gripping my own t-shirt and slowly sliding it up my body. I lifted my own arms and helped her pull it off of me. As I sat atop her, I admired her body even more, and realized that this young woman was, in fact, at least a healthy C cup, it wasn't a push up bra or anything. At that point, I decided I had to be the luckiest man on the planet. For the night at least. As I focused on her eyes once more, rather than her breasts I began to grin, mostly because she was grinning as well. "You just can't help starting at my tits can you?" She laughed as I blushed a bit under the dim light. "Well, I'd like to stare at your ass, but it's currently pinned beneath me," I quipped with another wicked grin. "Don't worry baby," she cooed, "I think you'll be seeing plenty of that. And plenty of these," she said, arching her back and reaching beneath herself with one hand to undo her bra. Though I was quite happy and excited to see this gorgeous woman naked, I had to be a gentleman about it; something to do with my upbringing. So, I looked at her seriously as she unfastened that tiny clasp, and asked, "You're sure about this Rihanna?" My hands strolled slowly and teasingly up her caramel stomach. With a very strong look on her face, and a caring gleam in her eyes, she nodded, "Yes, Jake, I want to share everything with you." With that, she slipped the strapless bra off of her chest and tossed it over with her shirt. "Oh, and you can call me Robyn. Its always weird for someone to call me Rihanna in such an intimate setting." She laughed a bit, perhaps a bit nervously, and her firm, gorgeous breasts jiggled slightly atop her chest. I was rather awestruck. I'd never seen such perfect, natural young tits before in my life. Not even on my high school girlfriends. This girl was probably as close to perfection as physically possible. I nodded, and then reassured her quietly, "You're so gorgeous Robyn," and then I leaned into her firm chest, and took both ripe mounds into my somewhat large palms. Her tits were just perfect, slightly more than a nice handful, and caped by a pair of perfect nipples. Her aureolas were a light brown, just a few shades darker than her caramel-mocha flesh, and roughly the size of quarters, while two half-inch, sexy nips poked straight up into the air. It wasn't long before my lips were locked around one hard bud of flesh, my tongue dancing hotly around the sensitive area, suckling at it as if I were hungry for milk. I'd been complimented before on my skill with my tongue, and apparently I hadn't gotten rusty, because Rihanna was writhing and moaning quite loudly as I groped and suckled her delicious flesh. After several moment of treating one teat to a hot tongue bath, I switched to the other amorous mound, twirling my slippery tongue around the rock hard nip, just barely touching her swollen aureola, before lowering my mouth onto its entirety and biting at her nipple softly while the tip of my tongue pressed firmly into the crest of her bud. This seemed to be an effective move, because she began grinding her crotch into one of my legs fiercely, moaning into a nearby throw pillow. Sitting up, but still massaging her tits firmly, I grinned, "Does my horny little celebrity like?" She groaned, almost seeming to snarl at me as she began laughing, "Yes, your horny little celebrity likes -a lot!-" She then reached up to stroke my bare chest, and cooed up at me, "My little pussy is drenched, sexy." If that wasn't a signal, well what the fuck was? I hastily abandoned her fabulous tits, and she took over for me, groping at them firmly and tweaking her nipples expertly, in a way that only the owner would know of. Enticingly, I slid further down her body, sliding my hands over her hot, sweat soaked body, snagging the top of her skirt as I went, tugging at it firmly. As my body moved between her long, sexy legs, I adamantly pulled her skirt farther down her hips until she had to lift them in order for me to get the skirt over her bubbly rear. Soon the skirt was off, and it joined the rest of her clothes. Once again I was admiring her rather plain, but incredibly sexy panties, which were indeed drenched. "Shit, baby, you're soaking," was all I could say. Following an ecstasy filled moan, she agreed, "I know... Oh God, you drive me crazy Jake! Play with my tight little pussy! I need it!" Her Bajan accent was heavier in her lust and I nearly exploded in my pants at those commands. "Yes, ma'am!" I thought to myself, and immediately yanked those sopping wet panties off of her hot little snatch. When I say hot, I'm not exaggerating, her cunt was emanating a pretty intense heat, as well as one of the most intoxicating aromas I've ever smelt. The panties joined the pile, and I stared between her legs, now adjusting to place her legs up on my shoulders. Damn! Every part of her was just gorgeous. Her cunt had sexy, plump vulva, swollen and glistening with her juices. She was completely shaved except for a thin strip just above her slit. Her sexy, wrinkled brown lips were slightly parted with arousal, allowing a glistening pink clit to peek from her hood, and showing off a bit of her slick pink inner lips. God, it was beautiful. I couldn't help but lean into that glorious, dripping slit, my lips finding their slick surface tentatively. The taste was almost heavenly. Delicious was the only word I could think of at that moment; her pussy was a wonderful mixture of sweet, tangy, and even a bit fruity, if that's possible. She tasted amazing, and my lips suckled hard at one wrinkled lips, sucking it into my mouth and nibbling a bit before releasing it and lapping hard at her pink slit. A thunderous moan rolled from her throat as she rocked her hips, grinding on my face and writhing against the couch. "Yes! Oh my God!" She hissed between moans, one hand leaving her chest to run fingers through my hair. I continued lapping at her feverishly, stroking my slick tongue up her entire slit, and then focusing several firm, short licks on her swollen clit. She was going crazy, and her lips seemed to be twitching with every touch of my tongue. As I focused mostly on her clit with my mouth, I decided to peel her thick lips apart with two fingers, sliding them candidly into her moist canal. To my immediate surprise, both fingers wouldn't fit, despite how wet she was. Fuck, she was tight. As she wiggled against my thick digits, I retracted my forefinger and slipped just my middle finger deep into her cunt, disappearing in its entirety. She groaned at this, and I immediately began wiggling it around inside of her slippery slit, and the walls hugged at my digit. This treatment was really getting her off, I could sense her breathing becoming faster, and that tight tunnel was getting snugger and snugger, despite the movements and flexing of my finger, trying to stretch her out a bit. As I suspected, it wasn't long before she interrupted her lusty moans and purred, "Oh, shit Jake, you're going to make me cum! I'm about to cum, baby! Eat my little pussy baby!" Her voice had a sexy edge to it, even while she was speaking quite low, and I didn't want to disappoint her. So I lowered my mouth a bit, moving my left hand up to pinch and thumb at her swollen clit. I then extracted my juice-coated finger from her canal and almost immediately replaced it with my strong, probing tongue. I began slurping and lapping at that delicious cunt like it was my last meal, and she adored it, "Shit, shit, shit Jake! I'm going to cum on your sexy face baby!" I didn't mind this one, bit, and I actually encouraged it by forcing my tongue as deep as possible into her tunnel as I felt her cunt retract fiercely around it and begin milking at my slick muscle. She began crying out, screaming my name and moaning in ecstasy while her cunt spewed a thick, slow stream of her sweet, nether nectar. I truly didn't want to let any of that sweet juice get away, so as she rolled her hips and grasped my hair with her left hand, I lapped and drank at the delicious liquid seeping from her gash, relishing every minute of it. The orgasm only lasted as much as a minute, but as she came down from her high, Rihanna seemed exhausted. I smiled at her, my mouth coated with her juices as I sat up. Leaning over her nude form, I planted a wet kiss on her lips, leaving her with a very satisfied smile on her lips. "How was that, sweetie?" I asked in a low, sensual voice. As I waited for her response I began suckling at the sweet, salty sweat on her neck. I could taste her fruity perfume a bit as well, but the taste wasn't all that bad really. "Mmm," she moaned, running her long fingers through my hair and wrapping her legs around my waste, "wonderful, baby. You have a magical tongue." I grinned up at her before moving down her body a little more and taking a handful of caramel flesh into my palm and kneading it softly before twirling my tongue all around a firm little nipple. Her response was a long, low moan and my grin spread from ear to ear. By now my cock was quite literally throbbing beneath my jeans and boxers. I'd almost forgotten about my raging erection, which seems odd, but I'd been so focused on Rihanna's pleasure that everything else became obsolete. But now it was becoming a bit painful, so much to Rihanna's delight I began undoing my belt, button, and zipper. Once my pants were loosened, I shuffled them and my boxer-briefs down my hairy legs and my cock sprang free, standing tall and proud at a little over eight inches long. Nothing gargantuan, but as big as or bigger than a lot of porn stars. Looking to my right, I saw a pair of lustful eyes locked onto my rod in the dim blue light. I grasped her left hand, helping her to sit up, and as she slowly wrapped the long, warm fingers of her right hand around my throbbing manhood, I planted soft, love-filled kisses along the inside of her forearm and up her recently acquired guitar tattoo. She didn't seem to notice my affection, however, because she was now focused on pleasuring me, and quite abruptly I felt a pair of full, slick lips wrap around my bulbous head. Something told me this wasn't the first time Robyn had given head, she swirled her tongue around my twitching meat expertly. She was hunched over, her firm breasts dangling like ripe young melons. So, as she began licking and bobbing on my cock, I happily groped at one generous tit while I moaned and groaned with pleasure. Rihanna gave excellent head, bobbing up and down in a hot, wet rhythm. Her tongue never seemed to be in the same place for more than a split second, and her neck craned expertly up and down. My free hand absently stroked at her short hair, and I moaned low a long as she tickled the little patch of skin between my head and shaft that was extremely sensitive. "Damn girl, you better quit that before I explode in your throat," I warned, thrusting my hips sharply. Luck be a Lady Ch. 01 Slurping off of my prick with a long, lewd noise, she looked up at me and licked her lips, "I won't mind," she grinned, "I promise." "Well, I'd mind," I countered with a playful smile. "I still haven't gotten a good look at that legendary ass. Come on, let me see it," I prodded her, and went to stand up, my dick still shining with spit. She eagerly repositioned herself so that her wonderful ass was pointed into the air facing me, and her tits were pressed against the back of the couch while she looked over her shoulder at me. "How's this?" She questioned with a playful arc of her eyebrow. "Perfect," I muttered, admiring the site before me. It looked so delectable, I just wanted to bite into it, among other things. She didn't have huge hips like some girls with butts like this did; no, she was quite petite. However, her ass jutted into the air. Nothing extreme, but definitely a beautiful sight. I gave it a light squeeze and she wriggled it from side to side with a giggle, causing it to jiggle beautifully. "So perfect..." Taking both firm, bubbly ass cheeks into my palms, I tentatively spread them apart. Now came the dilemma; where to fuck her? My cock was still rock hard and twitching only inches from either hole. One was tiny and dark, puckered and beautiful all in one. The other was probably equally tight, and thoroughly soaked. I decided to split my time, but knew I couldn't last very much longer. Still holding those plump cheeks apart, I used my thumbs to carefully spread her wrinkled pussy lips, revealing her tight, slick entrance. I gracefully maneuvered my thick head to press firmly into the pink. "Shit," I groaned as I pushed my hips forward slowly, easing my cock into that incredibly tight little slit. Rihanna was grunting and her head was pushed into the sofa while her ass began pushing back into me, helping my cock in. After just a few more moments my fat head popped into her tight twat and it felt marvelous! Her walls were hugging fiercely from every direction, sending sensations through my sensitive cock head already. I pushed further and the rest of my cock slid into the lubricated tunnel much easier. She squeezed her thighs a bit, perhaps to quell some discomfort, and I nearly exploded. It took several thoughts of baseball and old gym teachers to keep my balls from erupting. "God, you're so fuckin' tight, Robyn! So tight!" With that I retracted my dick and pumped into her hard, then followed that procedure numerous more times, clenching my balls tightly as to not spew deep into her canal so soon. Meanwhile, I used one hand to support her hips, while the other slid over her soaked netherlips and then began massaging her asshole with the plentiful bounty of juices she was supplying. While I fucked her, I worked my middle digit into her ass, wiggling it around to her immense pleasure, and trying to stretch that tight, dark hole out a bit. I slammed my cock into her tight cunt only a few more times and then pulled out finally, my dick covered in a shining sheen of natural lube. I immediately pulled my finger out of her ass and she looked back at me anxiously, probably wondering why I'd stopped so suddenly. I placed my middle finger to my lips and licked it clean with a grin; I could feel her body shudder at this. Then I pried her cheeks apart once more and maneuvered my dick skillfully to her dark, puckered backdoor. One smooth thrust and I was hilted in her butt, her bubbly cheeks pressing delightfully against my thighs while my balls rested against the intense warmth of her cunt. "Shit!" She cried out, which I thought was ironic. Before I could even begin fucking her in earnest she was twisting her hips on my dick, causing my cock to twirl and swirl in her tight little butt-hole. I groaned at this, and reciprocated with some hip action of my own. I began pumping hard, in and out of her tight little ass. As my speed and intensity picked up, my balls began smacking hard against her slick lips, and the sensations, along with the lewd noises emanating from our love making soon became too much for me. "I'm about to cum Robyn! I'm about to cum baby! Oh shit..." I leaned forward to say this, grunting it into her ear, and her response was unspoken but obvious. She pushed back into me, making sure my entire length was deep in her ass, and then she squeezed her cheeks together; and if I'm not mistaken, she came again, with me this time, because she cried out into the couch's pillows quite loudly. I began to explode into her asshole, my balls released their sticky treasure, and I buckled over onto Rihanna's back, placing adoring kisses onto the tattoo of stars on the back of her neck, inhaling her fragrance while my cock twitched and spewed deep into her anal cavity. I had to fill her with at least eight ropes of hot, sticky cum, and as this intense orgasm continued, I decided to pull out. Simultaneously I pulled Rihanna into another position, sitting down on the couch in front of me so I could shove my dick roughly into her throat. Somehow, I managed not to spill a drop in this maneuver, and I finished my climax in her mouth, shooting two more hot ropes of cum into her throat. I sat there for a moment, letting my body relax, and Rihanna just sat there with me, contentedly suckling on my shrinking cock, still dirty from her ass, as she milked everything from my balls that she could. Once she was positive she wouldn't get anymore of my salty spunk from my now four inch dick, she allowed me to pull out of her mouth and flop down onto the couch. We both sat there silent for a few minutes, I was exhausted, and I could tell she was as well. Soon she curled up onto my chest and we fell asleep together, naked and sweaty and covered in cum. Probably about an hour or so later I awoke, and began to stir a bit, almost forgetting where I was. However, when I felt my sweet lover move on my chest and yawn cutely I immediately remembered. Still looking quite tired, she craned her neck to look up into my eyes and whispered, "Hi." I just smiled at her for a moment and leaned in to kiss her before responding, "Hey there." It wasn't until after about ten minutes more cuddling that she started moving and stood up, "Lets go get showered and go to sleep for real, okay?" I nodded and got up to follow her. My eyes were automatically locked onto her ass as she walked on tip-toes, and then I noticed something. Running down either legs was a slow trail of thick white cum. My cum. It was leaking from her ass, and my cock sprung to life again right then and there. I just kept watching it dribble its way down. I'm almost positive she knew I was watching, because she did absolutely nothing to stop it. When we got to her bathroom, she turned the hot water on, and then the cold and we waited in silence for it to equal out. It wasn't an awkward silence though. It was a good kind of silence, a silence where we knew that we didn't have to say anything, and just watched one another instead; speaking with our eyes rather than our mouths. Her eyes were often speaking to my rigid cock though, I noticed. After about a minute, Rihanna checked the water and smiled, "Feels good to me!" She then hopped in delicately and held the sliding door to the shower open for me. I followed her in and immediately felt the warm water hit my skin. It was more hot than cold, but it was a great temperature for a shower and my muscles began to loosen, along with my ball sack, which began to droop between my thighs rather than cling to the base of my shaft. Rihanna's eyes kept drifting back to my boner as she began washing her body with soap. Suddenly, I realized how silly it was for her to wash herself, and so I moved forward and took action, rather than just watching. I placed my hands on hers and slipped the soap into my palm, then I lathered it up in my hands and put the bar back in the soap tray. My hands began to move over her slippery body like I knew every contour of it by memory. Her curves felt intensified under the warm water, and my cock twitched slightly. I then decided to pull her into me, so that I could wash her a bit better, and she giggled as she spun into my arms. Because we were practically the same height, my dick easily tucked itself between her slick butt cheeks, and nestled in like it belonged there. I spent a good amount of time washing her chest and stomach, mostly fondling her breasts and nipples with soapy hands really. Then I leaned forward a bit and began massaging her pubic mound with the soap's lather, running my hands through the thin strip of hair, and noticing that she was becoming a bit prickly; not that I minded. Soon my fingers were washing her thick pussy lips, and they would occasionally between them and into her tight tunnel, only to be squeezed firmly by her pink walls. I could tell I was getting her riled up, so After attending to her cunt for a bit more, I spun her around and my cock then nestled tightly against said cunt. She grinned into my eyes, and I smiled back before we shared a rather passionate, spit swapping kiss. It wasn't much longer before passion overcame us and I wrapped my strong hands around her thighs, just beneath her bubbly butt and picked her up just a bit, finding a good grip despite the shower. I then thrust my hips forward, sinking my cock easily into her heated cunt. I lifted her a bit higher once I was inside, and she wrapped her long, sexy brown legs about my waist and I pushed her back into the far wall of the shower and began pounding in and out of her cunt rapidly. Our lips fastened together once more as I pumped in and out of her like a horny dog. Our tongues mingled and our respective sex organs were both leaking precum. Barely three minutes into the intense love making I felt my ball begin to tense up and I began fucking her faster, slapping in and out of her tight cunt like it was the last pussy I'd ever fuck. "Shit," I groaned, breaking the kiss, "I'm about to fucking cum." I felt her tighten her cunt around my dick and she groaned hard, grinding her hips on me as she leaned her head back into the wall, "Me too baby, me too! Cum in me! Fill me baby, please, I need you." And with that she tightened her legs around my waist, leaving me little choice. Honestly, I didn't think twice about filling that wonderful pussy with my hot spunk at that moment, I just came. I groaned loudly into her shoulder as my cock twitched and my balls tightened for the second time that night. I could feel my piss hole erupting with rope after rope of thick cum, pumping my load deep into her pussy, and then I felt her cum as well, slightly later than me. I think that what really got her off was the feeling of my spunk shooting into her inner walls, because she came hard after that. I felt her slow, thick nectar pulse out and over my cock as her pussy walls clenched and convulsed around my dick. God it felt good. By the time I was done blowing my load, my knees were incredibly week, but I didn't collapse, because I knew I'd hurt Robyn if I did so. Instead, I managed to open the door to the shower with my back and moved out into the bathroom, still holding this tall girl on my twitching prick. Once out in the large bathroom, I managed to put her down on the toilet to let her regain her strength, and I plopped down on the bath mat after turning the water off. It took us several minutes to get our breath back after that, and again, we were rather silent. Rihanna offered me a towel and we both dried off. As she went to get changed for bed, I went back into the living room, my hair wet and ruffled. I grabbed my boxer-briefs and t-shirt, pulling them both on and then turned off the television before going in search of her room. When I found her, she was standing in her bedroom with only the night side light on. She was wearing a long t-shirt that came down to the middle of her thighs, and had a picture of a young Michael Jackson on it. She was standing in front of her large mirror, pulling a comb through her short hair over and over. I smiled adoringly and moved up behind her, wrapping my arms about her stomach and kissing her tenderly between neck and shoulder. As I did, she turned around in my arms and kissed me soundly on the lips. It was very movie-esque. "I had a good time today," she smiled sincerely, turning back around to but her comb away. "Yeah, I did too," I admitted, obviously not lying. "Good," she nodded with a huge grin, "Lets go to bed then!" I grinned as well and moved toward the bed. It had a big, pink, fluffy comforter on it, but luckily it was a soft pink rather than hot pink, so I didn't mind so much. I pulled the comforter out, and climbed under the sheets. Soon Rihanna slid in to join me, and she curled up into my arm as she normally did, laying her wet head on my chest and sighing contentedly. It was strange to think that I'd just met the young singer earlier in the day, because for some reason I felt as if I'd known her for years and we'd been dating since the first day we met. It was very comfortable there, in a strange house, with a practical stranger laying next to me, a celebrity stranger no less! That night we stayed up for several more hours talking to each other. We shared a lot, and learned some about each other's pasts. We didn't have sex any more until the morning; we just talked and cuddled, and it was good. Needless to say, we established our rank as a couple the next day by appearing together at an award banquet Robyn had been invited to attend. After the banquet, I heard from my director that I'd been asked to audition for Dane Cook's best friend in his new comedy movie. I had to be the luckiest man on Earth.