5 comments/ 27578 views/ 5 favorites Brace Yourself Ch. 01 By: Megaluvd Michael took Shelby's hand and led her down the staircase. It was the first time he had ever hosted a woman in his apartment. He had had his share of female in his retro bachelor's pad, but only in the company of other people. He was nervous. But anxious. It had been about two months since he's held the scent of a woman in the palm of his hand. Shelby smelled delicious. She smelled of sweet honey and strawberries. Michael met her in a bakery about a month ago when he went in to purchase a pie to have shipped to his mother in Connecticut. He had heard of this little bakery that did shipments for an extra fee. He wanted to let his mother know he was thinking of her all the way on the other side of the continent. Michael moved to Las Vegas to follow his filmmaking dream. He had submitted a short documentary on human sexuality to a contest that an education film company was holding and won. A few good people got a hold of the film and called Michael up to offer him a job at a renowned pornography company. Michael had never thought that this was the avenue his filmmaking would take him, but once he saw the six-figures the company promised him each year he made and sold an x amount of films-he kindly accepted the offer. He was living the life and was making sure he remembered his true life at home. So, he went to a small bakery on the outskirts of Vegas and bumped into the prettiest face he had laid his eyes on. Shelby stood in the middle of his room eying a mantle of pictures of him and porn stars mixed in with pictures of him and family member. If chocolate could turn red, that's what he would be right now. He couldn't figure out why he was so nervous. He had sex. He had a lot of it being in the business he was. Michael was on his way up in the business and anybody who was anybody wanted to suck his cock. Shelby had no idea who he was. When he did his usual pompous, "Have you ever heard of Mitch Stockholm?" And she shrugged her shoulders and gave an innocent, "He sounds familiar." He swooped in with a happy, "That's me. Nice to meet you, ma'am, and you are?" Shelby looked up over her plastic rimmed glasses, her cheeks pushed them over her green eyes and she huffed, "Ma'am? Do I look that old to you? I'm big but damn, does being a big girl have to be associated with being old?" Michael blinked at her confused as to whether he really did offend her or not, Shelby belted out a laugh that made everyone in the shop look over. "I'm just messing with you, you gotta liven up! I'm Shelby." Then she proceeded to tell him about all of the pies she could make. Shelby was about 5'7''and was so pleasantly plumped that he wanted to run his tongue around her vanilla thigh. Michael's dick jumped every she laughed. Her cleavage would jiggle causing them to pop out just a bit. He knew if he could get her to laugh some more, her nipple would slip out and say hello. Two months. It took him two months to get to this place. After hundreds of pies being sent to his friends and family-and they were good pies--and after many turned down date proposals, she was finally saying yes to his advances. Shelby started to feel bad. He was spending so much money at her bakery that she just decided that she would go out with him. They took a scenic road trip to LA. Once Michael found out that she had never been to LA, he told her to pack an overnight bag and he would show her around. "What makes you think I'm going to stay over-" Shelby began to go on but Michael threw up his hands and protested. "Nothing like that, Shelby." He laughed out, "I have a big apartment, extra rooms-" He looked at her, "I can get you a room at whatever hotel-" "Michael, I don't want you to spend any money on me." She got nervous and began to shift from foot to foot. "See, now here you go with that shit. What did I tell you about that? Be confident." He hated when she did that, but it turned him on at the same time. "Fine. I'll go. I will stay in your guest bedroom." Michael thought to himself, you're about to stay in my guesthouse. She had no idea what she was in store for. His nerves built up as he poured two glasses of white wine into flutes and she imposed on his personal life. No one ever blatantly looked at his photos. And here she was scanning each face. He handed her a glass. "You can stay on this floor. I will be downstairs." She almost spit out her drink, "Are you okay?" "I'm sorry, this floor? Didn't we just enter the basement of a building?" Shelby coughed. "Yes, and there is another floor with a pool." He frowned, "I'm sorry, I like my things. Money can buy you a lot of things." "Can you stay up here for a bit? I know its late, but strange place and Shelby don't get on well. Just stay for a moment, will you?" "Sure." He smiled a toothy smile and sipped his wine. "What?" "One date and you're already staying the night? I thought I lost it." "Lost what?" Shelby squinched up her face at him. "Me." He turned and flipped a switch. Smooth jazz poured out of the speakers. "I love Anita Baker." Shelby swayed her hips seductively to the music. Catching the look on Michael's face, she responded, "Some white girls got rhythm." She laughed. "My mother was black, she adopted me and my half sister when we were in diapers." She continued to dance. She wasn't sure if it was the Anita that made her move or if it was the wine. Probably a combination of both. She let Michael grab onto her hips and sway with her to the music. He hummed along to the music in her ear. He could sing. She could tell. He kept pitch with the song and rhythm with the beat. Her pussy began to pulse and she knew she was wet by now. Michael slid his hand up her body and to her full breast. He grabbed more than a handful and pulled her closer to him. He found her hard nipple through her shirt and began to twist and tug lightly at it. A soft moan escaped her thoughts and passed through her lips. She licked them. He licked at her neck and nibbled down. "Its been a while." She moaned. "What's a while?" Michael groaned. His dick didn't care at the moment, but he had to make his mind take it into consideration. "The first time I had sex was a year ago and that was the last time." She sighed. He turned her to him, "You're shitting me?" "The first time was--well...I just didn't like it so I didn't do it again and-" Michael kissed her to stop her from talking. He pushed his tongue past her clenched lip to she calmed down in his grip and gave in to the kiss. "Can you please me?" He asked. Without a word, she dropped down on her knees and pulled out his hard dick. He was huge. Thick. Long. She hadn't seen a dick of his size before. But she was confident that she would have the whole thing down her throat by the end of the night. She kissed the head and began licking the tip. Michael shuddered and braced himself. Brace Yourself Ch. 02 Michael sat at his desk in dreamland. Shelby had rocked more than his world with the way she sucked his cock. It was as if she loved doing it. Gripping it at just the right angle, sliding it after she brought it out of her mouth. She was making love to his cock, but something carnal came over her and she spit on his dick. Smiled as she watched the saliva slide all the way down his dark shaft. He filled her mouth with such ease. He was a decent nine inches and thick. No one had ever took him down like she did. No porn star had ever sucked his dick like her. He jumped beneath his desk when he pictured her head bobbing up and down as she pulled her hands away. Shelby lifted to her knees cutting off his view of what she was doing. Circling the head of his manhood with her tongue. Playing with his perineum. Licking up the precum. Without notice she slid down and hit the back of her throat. Causing herself to gag, shocking the hell out of Michael. He could not believe this shy and coy woman was giving him head with no hands. Deep throating at that. His groan pleaded with her. She groaned back and sucked harder wanting that nut. "Damn, baby." He threw his head back onto the couch and closed his eyes, "Where did you learn how-" He was cut off by his twitching leg. Oh, no, he thought to himself, get control Michael. It was too late. He was sending warm sperm down the back of her throat as she quickened her pace. He tried to move and get away from her mouth. Shuddering underneath Shelby's movements, she kept sucking softly. Moaning, "Don't run," Shelby let go of him and he sighed. "Give me a moment." Michael said as his body twitched. His nine inches went hard as she traced her finger up the side of his thigh. Shelby licked her lips. The wine gave her a lot of courage. She was feeling giddy after he had cum so hard and so quickly. Giving herself a high five, she spoke, "Bathroom?" Michael could only muster raising his hand in the general direction of the bathroom. "I'll find it. You regain your composure." She swayed off a little more confident in the situation. Shelby opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a brand new toothbrush and the mouthwash. Michael told her to just pack a change of clothes and possibly a swimsuit and, as he promised, he would have all other essentials. Michael stood watching her brush her teeth and smiled to himself. "Michael, I have your two o'clock in the lobby." His secretary, Isabell, buzzed over the intercom interrupting his trip down memory lane. "Would you like me to send her in?" "I will greet her out in the lobby and start with a tour. Who's shooting in studio 7?" He responded. "Closed set, sir." Isabell clicked at her keyboard. "If you want, there is a schoolgirl scene being shot in building 13. I can have security bring a golf cart down so you won't be late for your date." Michael kicked himself mentally for scheduling this interview in the middle of his great day in LA with Shelby. To keep her busy for an hour or so, he scheduled her for a trip at the salon. She seemed tense after last night came to her with her hangover this morning. He did not want her tense, he wanted that relaxed tigress he had last night. "No, I would prefer to stay in this building. See who's in 7 then try and pull some strings. This girl is going to make us some money. Send her in." He hung up. On the other end, Isabella eyed the young woman. Placing the receiver down, she stood up and made her way to Cynthia Dickson. Cynthia rose as she noticed that Isabella was heading towards her. Nerves got the best of her and she began to hiccup. Isabella smiled, "Mr. Stockholm will see you now." Isabella stepped to the side and let Cynthia pass by. Michael opened the door as if he knew they were right outside the door. "Cynthia." He stretched his hand out. She was as stunning as her photos. A gorgeous face with a drop dead thick body. She was wearing tights and a t-shirt. Dressed for a run to the grocery store. Michael shrugged it off and closed the door behind them. "Look, I'll just get to the point. I have sex to have fun. I don't want any scripts. Just give me a hard dick and a camera." Cynthia did not make it to her chair before she started speaking. She was not dressed for it, but she meant business. "I'll do almost anything if the timing is right. Except for that peeing and shitting shit-" She let out a nervous giggle and hiccuped. "Well, now that we got that out of the way, here's what they are offering." He slid over a piece of paper. Cynthia looked at it wide eyed and smiled, "For two feature films and three years of appearances?" "Whenever your schedule permits." "Wow. That's better than anything anyone's ever offered." "We have seen your work. People love realness. We love you. We want you." Michael layed on handsome filmmaker heavily. He wanted to fuck her right now, but he was trying to fuck Shelby. What decent guy would do that to her. He glanced at his Blackberry. It was a little after two. A few more minutes would not hurt. He was used to trying out a few of the talent here and there. And this would be no different. "Isabell, can you hold all calls for the next hour?" He paused, "Hold on, if Shelby calls buzz me." "Sure thing boss." Isabell rolled her eyes and pulled up her computer game. Michael turned to Cynthia who was already pulling her shirt over her head. Her paperwork read forty-six triple d and they were beautiful. He was a breast man so that usually made his dick hard instantly. But it did not. He went over to her and placed one nipple in his mouth. He could not do it. He tried, but his dick would not get hard. Shelby. His cellphone began buzzing on her desk so he stopped and saw that it was her. Placing one finger in the air, he motioned for Cynthia to get dressed and noticed her rolling her eyes. "Shelby, tell me you're done!" Michael spoke into his phone. "Yes, and I'm feeling rather calm and feisty." She beamed into the receiver, "Just waiting for my chariot to arrive. Take your time, there's a bakery that smells just devine." "I'll be there in fifteen. Feisty?" "Yes. So, drive fast. Safely. But fast." She hung up. Ready to take it there with him. Last night he had tried to go down on her but she stopped him. Shaking her head. He kissed her deeply sending shivers down her spine. "When you're ready. Lets go to bed." They laid talking about the photos on the mantle until she fell asleep. He woke up to breakfast pouring through the house. He watched Cynthia walking away, happy he decided not to go there. He grabbed his coat and walked past a very shocked Isabell. "Back on vacation. Don't stay too much longer. You're off too." He walked to the elevator and turned back around, "Thanks for your help." That was new. Michael never really showed much emotion, but he was thanking Isabell. What had gotten into him? Little did she know he was plotting to get into Shelby tonight.