1 comments/ 18007 views/ 3 favorites Uma's Baby Ch. 01 By: Tom Mandy I saw her at the last table the restaurant. Her, of course, being Uma Thurman. Even in her late 30s, she looks as radiant as ever. I've worked on a few movies that she's acted in as an assistant to the production designer. We'd sometimes talk during downtime on the set, and got to be close friends. We're both in-between projects, and she called me up to meet at one of her favorite restaurants (discreet, of course, nowhere near the Paparazzi). I had no idea what she had intended to ask me at this lunch, I figured it was just friendly chit-chat. My name's Jake, by the way, and I'm fairly tall, six-feet, six inches tall. I'm one of the only ones around Uma, I suppose, that can claim to be taller than her. She greets me and we order some drinks and food. Pleasantries and the like. Then, suddenly, her face gets a little more serious, even as there's a glimmer in her sexy eyes. "So, Jake, how's your schedule looking right now? You got any projects lined up this month?" "Oh, this and that, I'm not totally sure at the moment. Waiting for some callbacks from Universal." "Mhm. So that means no?" She chuckles. "Well... as you are, yeah, I'm 'in-between' projects as they say." My eyes narrow wondering where she's going with this. "I ask because it's something that isn't exactly work-related. I'm blocking out time out of my schedule too. For a while, actually. And it's for something that you're the first to hear, and for good reason... I want to have another child." My expression stays the same, but inside I'm wondering what's really up. "Ok. Is it with, uh, what's his name?" "Oh no, we're actually broken up now." "Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry about that." "To tell you the truth, he couldn't do it for me anymore. I'll be 40 in a few years, I already have a few kids but I really want one more. But I know I have to really try at it with someone I can trust." "Mhm. Well, that sounds great. Who's the lucky guy then?" Uma pauses and puts a hand out to my hand. She gives one of those little smiles, beaming. I get the message before she even says it. "Well... You, silly." "Me? Give you a baby?" "Well, yeah. I mean, I know you very well, you come from great stock, your father was a physics professor, your mother was a model. You have a good genes." Having Uma Thurman simply rub a finger against my hand already had blood pumping into my cock, but I didn't say anything. Just a gulp. "Um. Yeah, sure, no problem. I'd be a willing sperm donor and all that." Her eyes narrow. Sexy. I notice her cleavage through her blouse. Fully hard now. "Actually, Jake, I was hoping we could, you know, do it natural-like... you know..." "... Oh, that way. Well, I, uh" "I understand if it's a big decision for you. And if you're still upset over Melissa, I understand." Uma deflects back to my former wife, whom I haven't even talked to in years. She's sly, and cunning, she's already setting me up. "But, maybe, you've already had a change of heart." Suddenly I feel something rubbing my crotch -- it's Uma's toes and the sole of her foot, bare, rubbing through the thin fabric. I've made up my mind. "Well... I suppose I have a little time coming up I could clear." Uma smiles. "Oh Jake, thank you! You'll make me so happy. You have no idea how much my kids want another little brother or sister. And besides... if it's with you, all the better. I mean, you know, this too, which doesn't hurt at all- at least for me." "Ok, sure, yeah... So, shall we eat?" ... So, cut to a week later. I already had visions for a week of Uma Thurman, one of the goddess-star actresses of the past couple of decades, swirling in my head. But I had to hold off from the subsequent masturbation, since Uma said outright to hold off from any self-gratification. My worry that began building up was that it wouldn't be something super hot, that it would be, well, "work" so to speak, like an egg-timer. Who knows with these big stars and how they're cycles work? Indeed, I even felt a little nervous since this was in a way a gig of sorts; I had to perform as expected, or maybe get the boot! I arrived at Uma's mansion at noon as she instructed. I didn't ask how long it might be -- no need asking questions that might have definite answers like that. All I knew was I had a week's worth of baby-makin' juice saved up, all for her. Uma opens the door in her a tight robe. She beams at me like I'm the best thing she's ever seen. She welcomes me in. "Well, all the kids are with a sitter, and it's just you and me." She smiles, in her light-hearted sort of way. Everything about her looks amazing right now. "Great... So, how do you suggest we start?" "How about a kiss?" "No problemo." I smile and give her a peck on the lips. She gives me a sensual eye-full, and soon were locked-lips. Our tongues get entangled for a few whole minutes, our bodies close to one another. We get a quick breath of air. "Now... as for getting down to business. Come upstairs." She gives me a full wink. I feel a stirring in my pants already, if not quite hard enough to do anything. I follow her up her winding staircase like a willing lap-dog. I enter into a sprawling bedroom, so large that it's hard to figure what someone could do with all of it. There's a gigantic bed, twice the size of a king, with a mirror on the ceiling. A few posters from her movies, Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction, My Super Ex-Girlfriend, don the walls, with her yellow jumpsuit from Kill Bill framed. "You can sit on the bed, if you'd like." "I think I might," I said, and lean back. "Take your shoes off, get comfortable." "Ok... So, just curious, this won't be a super-technical thing will it?" She shakes her head in confusion at my awkward remark. "What do you mean, Jake?" "Well, I dunno, I'm just wondering how it'll go down, if you'll have everything all super-timed out and planned, like a 'job', you know." She has a good laugh at that. "Oh, Jake Mann, that is definitely the farthest thing I have planned." She takes a drink of wine she has laid out on the dresser. "No, I had something else in mind. Do you remember our conversation about my 'provocative' pictures? Especially the one where I am in the gray nightgown and the strap is hanging down with that 'look' you said struck you so?" I have the image in my head. It suddenly hits me that her hair is exactly the same as in this picture: dirty blonde, not totally well-kempt. I give a slight pause. "It's... the sexiest picture I've ever seen." "Well..." She drops the bathrobe and is wearing only that gray nightgown. Nothing else. Barefoot. No jewelry. No make-up, but about the most beautiful creature I ever imagined before me. Even her face looks the same: no smile, determined, sensual eyes, like a woman who knows what she wants, and need you to meet her half way. "Here I am, Jake. Do whatever you want with me. Please." My cock is straining so much in my pants- it's at its full 9 inch mark. I pick her up and hold her long, sexy frame in my arms, her legs so soft in my hands. My mouth is completely locked on hers. We're frantic in passion; I suddenly forget that she's such a big star, that I'm in such a huge mansion, that there's even a luxurious mirror above on the ceiling. All I can see is Uma, and I know what to do. She rips off all of my clothes, bit my bit, maniacally, like she can't wait to get to my body, which is tanned and ripped after years of working out. She momentarily rubs my chest and then gets to my pants. She rips open the buckle like in one of her action films, pulling my pants and my shorts in one fell swoop. Her eyes ogle at my gigantic dick bobbling straight up pointing at my chest. Her eyes widen. "Oh wow. My last man didn't even have one like this." "You felt it, too." "Oh, Jake, you have no idea how bad I wanted to fuck you silly at that restaurant. I was so wet, I was surprised you couldn't smell it." "Oh yeah, oh God." I stand her up and pull down the nightgown, only slowly, as I had imagined so many times looking at her picture and jerking off furiously. Her breasts are perfection in front of me, perky nipples and round, soft globes at my fingertips. I rub them for a moment and look at her cunt, waxed and shaved completely. At this point to say she's a Goddess is an understatement. We embrace again and kiss even more rough than before, as I move down and kiss and lightly bite her neck, my cock poking at her lower belly right near her super wet pussy. I know I could burst any second, but I want it all inside of her -- every little bit counts, but this would be a motherload of a start. I gracefully put her on the bed and spread her legs. She moans softly as I kiss her inner thighs working my way up to her slit, which is already leaking. A clit is already protruding from the top. I start licking smoothly, and then get my tongue up to her engorged clitoris, licking fervently. "Oh yes, oh my God yes, Jake, oh keep on it, fuck yes, please," Uma moans, her hand grasping her hair. I can tell she's already close, so I just go for it -- my mouth turns into a motor as I flick furiously on her. Her hips keep thrusting up into my jaw, her strong, toned legs wrapped firmly around my skull. She starts screaming and thrashing, yelling obscenities I can barely hear due to my head being wrapped inside of her flesh. I suddenly feel a downpour of liquid, hot and juicy, like a mango, it keeps coming at me and soaking my face. "CUM! I CUM, CUMMING, OH GOD!" Uma screams and finally after a guttural yell she finally relaxes and releases my head. I move up to her quickly, not even knowing really what I'm doing except knowing I have to get my cock as far as I can in her soaking hot vagina. "Oh yeah, you ready honey?" "Fuck me good, Jake! Fill me up, you ready?" "Oh fuck yes." I stick my engorged head up against her slit and at first stick just a little in. Instead, Uma thrusts herself at my cock, filling herself all the way in. She let out a sound then like I'd never heard a woman before, almost like a bird or something. She then locked lips again. "Oh do it please, do it!" I started sliding in and out, and only for a few seconds was it slow. Soon I was moving at a locomotive pace, just wanting nothing but to empty my balls into her unprotected womb. She started to climax again against me, thrashing, me having to keep her locked in as possible. I sucked on her tits and that was it -- suddenly I felt a wave of pent-up cum flood her vaginal walls, both of us shuddering in excitement. And, after that, I found I was still completely, totally at attention. So I whispered, "Let's go again, I ain't goin' nowhere." "You bet," she said. Uma rolled on top of me and took control. She started slow, grinding me deeply in her, every crevice of her walls grappling at my rigid pole, all still slick from our orgasm. And since I just came, I was good for a while. She rode on top of me for a solid twenty minutes non-stop, alternative from cowgirl to reverse. In fact our fucking got so furious and lost within ourselves we slipped off the bed! We laughed a little, and immediately got back on with things. During this time she came three more times. At the half hour mark she started coming on with it again. "Oh fuck, oh my God Jake, please don't stop, right there, RIGHT THERE! POUND ME!! FFUCK!! OH MY GOD! FILL ME UP!" Uma screamed and then finally, again, I felt the cum boiling up in me and with a series of grunts I let it all out again, my jizz flooding all the way up to the tilt. We collapsed then in each others arms. Uma started to snuggle with me, and we fell asleep... (to be cont'd) Uma's Baby Ch. 02 I awoke some hours later. I had no idea what time it was, except that it was dark. Why should I care, anyway? Lying naked in my arms, also asleep, was the sexiest woman on the planet, Uma Thurman, breathing softly, her breasts against my chest. The bed still slick from our juices, I had just had some of the most passionate fucking I've ever had- and I've been around the block between you and me, what with the 9-incher I have- on our first 'session' of sorts. Uma wants a baby, and I'll give her one, you can count on it. I got up softly and walked into the bathroom, adjacent in the bedroom. The bathroom is decently-sized if not the largest, but the bathtub is at least twice the size of the one I have home. I wash my face and look at myself in the mirror, still trying to remind myself that it's not a dream, that I'm really here, cock still dangling. I take a leak and hear the soft steps coming up to the bathroom. "Hey, handsome. Still got it even soft, dont you?" "It's all good, just a quick drain. How you feeling?" Uma comes up and cuddles me, stroking my chest hairs. "About as good as I could ever be. Finish up and we'll take a nice bath together." "Perfect. We're both still, you know, got the smell goin." Uma gives a grin, "And what, like that's a *bad* thing, sweetie?" We both chuckle. She starts to draw the bath. I slip in first, already semi-hard from just staring at her ass and long legs. She's like a spider who got fucked by Eros, the God of love, and out came a magnificent blonde that stood taller than most men. She enters in after me, her ass cuddling in up against my near-rigid pole. We start to clean each other, her rubbing my back, me hers, my front, her front (her's longer washed than mine), and then I lick two fingers and start to play with her clit again. "Oh Jake. Honey, stick em in further, fuck me with your long-daddy fingers," she moans. I comply and stick them deep into her vagina, giving her a furious finger-stickin, her shuddering all over, screaming loud and out for my name. Water splashes all over, and finally she starts to come down from an orgasm that leaves my fingers wasted. Almost. She cuddles up to me again, rubbing her ass tantalizingly over my at-attention Johnson. Uma purrs and says, "Jakey? I have an idea." "Oh?" "Let's not wear clothes around each other, not while we're together." "You're not worried about anyone coming by? Pizza guy answering the door?" "You big silly, of course not. My personal assistant knows I have company this weekend so has sent everyone away. And there's enough food and drink to last a month. Besides, if I need you at any moment- *any* moment- here you are and there I am!" She rubs her cock over her slit but doesn't put it in. "But... I may tease you, just a little. You know, want to build up the boys." She tugs at my cox like a temptress and gives me a deep kiss, her tongue extending all the way down my throat. "You may be here a while," she says softly. Oh baby-baby. ... It's the next morning. That night she actually did a better than expected job of *not* having any sex. We stayed up late, watched some stupid movie on TV, and cuddled. I thought I was going to cum just by accident a couple of times, just by her casual wanking of my cock, or by my diddling of her cunt here and there, which she never rejected. We also made out for about an hour straight, non-stop, which was the hardest part. We fell asleep again, but only for a couple of hours. Little did I know what was to come... Uma puts on a cute little apron- she jokes that it doesn't count as clothes- and makes some eggs and bacon. I sit like a little boy, naked as the day I was born, anticipating for once something other than just her. We both eat, but looking at each other like animals, making eye movements and funny faces and growling. She flings a piece of egg at me, making a face like "Oh! So sorry!" Like she doesn't know I have to fling something back, which I do with my bare hands. A little food fight starts and soon we're flinging practically the whole plate, laughing hysterically. Suddenly, we get close enough and, believe me, this was the hottest kiss we had so far. We pulled at each other's hair and I picked her long frame up again and maniacally we got onto the living room floor. I pinned her down on all fours and took my rock hard cock and pushed it all the way into her steaming wet pussy. This was completely lose-yourself-time. I piston in and out fast, but then slow and with a rhythm that sends her moaning softly, begging for more. I know by now to tease, since Uma is the kind of woman that knows what she wants but has to be at the mercy of me. It's so sweet on all fours, too, spanking her ass, feeling her tits from behind, and, as something she mentioned before that she loved, liking the skin on her back, which sends her vaginal muscles in a frenzy milking my cock. Somehow, even as I've had pent up cum for a whole night, I can keep going for a good ten minutes, and Uma's already cum twice. On the third time, I hear the familiar sounds: "OHHHH, OOHHH, OOH MY GOD, OH FUCK, OH, CUM, CUM, I-I CUM AGAIN, FUCKING SHIT, JESUS, OH!" And I feel my cock treated like a beaver in a blasted dam, drenched but taking it all. I feel it finally building up in my, and I announce to her I'm going to cum hard. "Fuck yes, Jake, stick it deep, cum in me deep, HARD, NOW!" Again, a torrential flood of cum pumps into her womb, all over, one of my hardest orgasms yet, rippling through me, and sending her over the edge once more. We lay together on the carpet in the living room, gasping for breath, sweaty as fuck, and ready for more... That day we just fooled around, played cards and then went into her basement where she had a ping pong table. This was interesting: during the game I had such a godzilla going on that she just couldn't stop laughing. "What's the matter? Miss a point?" "No, no, it's just... you should use that to play some ping-pong!" I laughed a moment and thought, "hey, fuck it, you're in Uma Thurman's basement and you're both naked, why not?" So, for a few minutes of total absurd hilarity, like out of some dream, I tried hitting the ping pong ball- both serve and receive so to speak, with my wang. At the end of the game she came over to me and kneeled down. "Thank you, big soldier," Uma said and gave it a kiss. Her face became a little more serious and looked up at me. I grinned, and she started to give about the hottest blow-job imaginable. You hear about women who can suck a dick, but this was scary, like a professional couldn't top it. Barely would she even come up for air, and more than a few times she deep throated. She nearly gagged trying to get all of it down, but just couldn't do it. No bother; I was so lost with my head being wrapped around in her tongue, my balls being squeezed and prodded like it was from a ball-expert, that I was amazed again at how long I could last. Finally, I came, but for this she took it out and let me cum all over her face. It was, basically, like the Philippine islands squared. Then, Uma did something very interesting. Her eyes, never leaving me (matter of fact she barely ever took them off my eyes during the act), she took some of the gobs of come and stuck them up her cunt, positioning herself so that she could keep it in there without letting go, until her face was sticky but clean of most of the gobs and semen. She got up, clenching her pussy tight and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Waste-not-want-not." We chuckled at that and went back upstairs. An hour later, after lots of cuddling watching daytime courtroom shows, which we lost ourselves laughing at, we made out again and, again, more sex. This time it was some of the hottest yet, but also in a style that one might call "making love" as opposed to the dog-dirty fucking of before. This time in her bedroom, all the lights were off and the two of us, me on top and her on the bottom, had a slow grind going for the better part of half an hour. She came, of course, and often, but we never went too fast with the temp, every inch of my bone grinding, getting to know so well the walls of her vagina. I thought I even felt her cervix a few times, and my cock growing just that little bit more, thinking about how much baby-making jizz I could flood in her again. But also, another feeling came over me too. I almost wished I didn't ever have to go, that I could be like this with Uma for days, weeks. Not even all-the-way nude like now, just in her embrace, looking in her eyes, feeling that vibe only a handful of men in the past several years (not least of which Ethan Hawke, unlucky bastard) had experienced. It wasn't quite love, I knew that, but it was so strong knowing that I was the father of this child. I came ever so strongly again in what must have been my fourth or fifth climax inside of her in the past day and a half. We kissed more and snuggled and fell asleep again. There was still one more thing to do though, or perhaps a bit more.... (cont'd) Uma's Baby Ch. 03 At about six in the morning both Uma and I were awake again, snuggled against each other. Not the prettiest sight perhaps- it looked as though a little drool that dribbled on to one of her cheeks from my mouth overnight- but we still made quite the sexy pairing at that moment. My cock was hard but really just from morning wood. I probably hadn't taken a piss in a while and I was pent up. But, almost without even thinking, or even trying, Uma guided with her hand my cock into her cunt. It actually took a minute or two since she wasn't exactly very wet, but she wanted a quick wake-up fuck and I was more than happy to oblige. It's funny how a woman in her late 30s, who's had her share of men not to mention a few kids, could still have such a tight hole-of-holes. It even felt a little small considering how tall she was. The sex was good, but it took a while for both of us to finish. Not a whole lot of energy at the very start of a morning, especially after an already full day of boning the previous day, we did pick up the tempo after about fifteen minutes or so, and finally the orgasms starting coming on strong for Uma. She was humping back at me, her curvy ass rubbing against my pelvis and going strong as she oo'd and ah'd her way to another finish. As did I, though I didn't feel like I gave a good enough load right at the start. After this Uma led me by the hand, beaming as always, into the shower. This was strictly shower-related, however, just rinsing and scrubbing all over. I thought I might get hard again, but it didn't really go this time. I did give Uma another good fingering though, maybe even better than the day before. This one was from behind, with her squished sort of against the glass of the shower-room. I couldn't even see her cause of the steam and water, but I could definitely feel her alright, tugging at my fingers, spraying her juice all over me. "Jake, this is so wonderful, oh keep doing it like that, fuck me good with it, oh baby, oh honey, OH!" She came again. A light breakfast on this day, since she had to do some actual exercise (I tried to persuade her what we were doing was enough, which led into a long conversation about sex aerobics and other crazy things she learned about from personal trainers on her movies, specifically Kill Bill, but that sex wasn't enough really). Since we couldn't go out jogging, of course, and going out into her pool might bring on the swarm of Paparazzi, Uma opted to do nude Tae-Bo. This was very interesting, since we had enough room but there was some worry on my end that I might just hit her with my first or my foot, or maybe the other way around. It was thrilling all the same, watching Uma's luscious breasts swing this way and that, her nipples totally erect through the entire work-out, me peeking at her, her peeking at me. Of course, it was hard (no pun intended) for me to get it up during this, but I still felt a real rush of sexual energy through the entire workout. If only Billy Blanks had coitus in his program! After this we just collapsed out of exhaustion. Uma cranked the AC up high enough so that we could cool off a little, as we sprawled our birthday-suited selves out in the living room. For an hour or so we just shot the shit really, goofing on people we remembered from various film gigs, rumors, fun things. "And he didn't try and suck your toes, correct?" I ask, specifically about Tarantino's fetish for feet. "You wanna know something? He definitely did his best to get at them!" She laughed a lot at that, as did I, almost not comprehending how disturbing that really was. "But he's the sweetest guy, really, I'd go naked for him in a movie if he asked." "But you never actually went all-the-way though." "No. I mean, he's an attractive guy, but it was just at the time I was with other people, like Ethan, and I was actually really committed and smitten, so all my love for Quentin was plutonic." "Uh-huh. You know something? "What, Jake?" "I don't know if it's corny or what to say it, but I'll just say it. I feel such a strong connection with you, it's not even funny." "I know, silly, that's why you're here." "No, I mean," I say, as I put her in my arms, staring deeply in her eyes. Her gaze is intoxicating. "I don't know if I'd call it love, but... it's something like that." "Oh, I've loved you for quite a while." I was surprised, if not shocked. "Really?" "Ever since, God, I can't remember which movie. You just made such an impression with Dean (a production designer) in between takes, and then there was one day you took your shirt off for something and I got the chills. You're smart, talented, witty. You're good." "You too." We kissed then, and not out of lust. We were so connected then, in such a strong bond, like animals out in the wild when they've been together and mating for days on end. It no longer felt like a dream. I had my tongue deep down the throat of a woman that I may have loved, if only just a little. At that moment, I couldn't care about anything else in the world than her. "So, you want to really seal this deal," she purrs at me. "What do you mean?" "I'll show you. It's something I picked up on the last time I was trying to get pregnant." She stands up, as do I, and she directs me to a wooden chair in the dining room. "So, sit right there." I sit. My pole is a little hard if not all the way there. She kneels in front of me and gives a very good licking. She knows all the right moves, all the angles with my shaft now, and in a few minutes it's straining upward at the full 9 inch mark. "So, here's what I'm doing here." Uma stands up and positions herself on top of me on the chair. She slides down easily enough, and inch by inch goes in all the way until my cock has disappeared into her. I can feel the entrance to her cervix I'm in so deep. "I'm going to keep wiggling here, see if I can get the head in to it. It more than doubles the chances of conception. You just have to hold on and don't lose it." "No problemo," I wink. She keeps grinding against me, wiggling herself, and finally, after some effort my cock head slips past something in her cunt. "There it is! Perfect." Uma Thurman, Goddess, keeps wiggling her cunt muscles now, barely lifting herself off of me, milking like a machine on my cock. "Oh God, this is so good, you feel so big in me!" "As opposed to before? Oh man." "No, this is so much better, so deep!" She moans a little bit, but mostly our lips are locked. A worry suddenly pops in my head -- without any thrusting, can I keep this thing going on for so long? Thrusting is one of my best suits during sex, and I just don't know if it will work. "Uma, can I tell you about a fantasy of mine? Would you go with it if I asked?" "Of course, anything you want." "Well... for years I had a fantasy of fucking my mother." "Oh? Kinky, Mr. Mann." "Yeah. I never acted on it, but I jerked off a lot thinking about her, came many times to her. She looked a lot like you, actually, tall, light eyes, blonde hair, soft skin. So... could you be my mommy?" "Oh, honey, you're fucking mommy now." That does it. Nothing can keep it from going down now. "Yeah? Did you know I wanted to knock up mommy?" "Ooo, my potent boy I see, the apple doesn't fall far." She's grinding so deep on me, but we're not apart or bouncing around. I've never been this hard or hot in my cock, ever, not even the first day with Uma. "You're fucking your baby good, oh God, your cunny is so tight, Mommy!" "Oh, Mommy loves his Jake! Mommy loves fucking his Mommy!" We both looked at each other, totally lost in ourselves. Even my voice sounded different. "Fuck, fuck, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder Mommy, milk me, make me cum!" Uma was already there, coming so hard I felt my balls splashed about with her juices. "OHH! GGGOD! FUCK ME RUNNING!" Finally I felt it, pulsing through my balls, then up my shaft. I exclaimed what I was about to do, and did it, flooding her room with a direct shot. This was a full load, I can tell you, and I came hard for at least twenty seconds. Uma kissed me deeply, repeating "I love you" so many times I couldn't keep track. I was starting to come out of my incestuous haze, and my cock softened. After this, Uma rolled herself into a position so that her cum would stay in the same spot, I suppose, and not let it drip out. Not much did drip out, which was a good sign to me. It was around this time that a phone rang that I didn't see the previous days. Uma picked it up and walked into another room. She emerged a few minutes later, totally embarrassed and sheepish look on her face. "God, I'm sorry Jake. I just got a call from my agent, super-emergency line. I have to meet tonight with Ridley (Scott) about a movie role. I really, really can't pass it up, so.." "Oh, yeah, totally, I understand completely. You gotta do what you gotta do." Going back up to her bedroom, and her getting changed while I got back into the clothes I brought with me, was really surreal. I couldn't really imagine her again with clothes on, and a wave of disappointment flooded over me.... and yet, she was now wearing a long flower-green skirt, and a blouse that provided some ample room to eye her 'particulars'. Once again, for the last time, I felt a tingle in my prick. We walked down the staircase, and I could tell Uma was a little sullen. But I had a trick up my sleeve. I snuck up behind her, and at first she reacted like out of a defense move in Kill Bill, stopping my arm. She smiled, and we kissed deeply, my kisses going down her neck and onto her chest. I push her against the front door and pull her skirt up and push down her panties. I pull out my rod and stick it up her cunt. I could tell she was already waiting for me, and it's one more fuck for the road. So hot, sticky, with abandon we grunted and screamed and cursed our way through one of those four-minute fucks that feels a lot longer. I deposited another decent-sized load, if not as generous as the one before, and withdrew once more. "Heh, good job there, Jake. Now I'll feel you through the whole meeting tonight." She pecked me a kiss on the cheek, and we headed out the door... It was sad, but after this I tried to contact her. I felt like even if she didn't want me to be "the father" of the baby (i.e. actually be around for it) I wanted to send my support somehow, send her something, anything. But it was very cruel, and sort of heartbreaking, that she really ended up just using me for cum. A couple of months later she announced her pregnancy and that she was keeping the identity of the father secret. Some speculated she got back with Ethan Hawke, others thought it was that Italian model or other whose name I can never remember. They never thought of me, Jake Mann, capable assistant to the production designer. Months later she had twins... no, triplets. One was named Jake, though, so it was one last 'thanks' I suppose. And, at the least, I always have in my mind the real thing, Uma Thurman, superstar movie Goddess, naked in my arms and in that exact pose from the magazine with her one strap coming down her arm, her face looking like all she needs is the biggest schlong this side of a horse. I guess, at the end, I was happy to oblige. The End.