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Angelika

By: Ingenue_79



Angelika is a beautiful German girl I met a few months ago while visiting Veronica and George, some American friends who live in a small town just south of Dallas in the Lone Star State.

As I boarded the plane in Adelaide for a few weeks holiday in the United States, I had no inkling what was in store and what transpired was certainly not planned, stage managed or orchestrated in any way - at least not by me.

Life rarely presents us with spontaneous opportunities to explore our sexuality and expand our horizons, and I believe that every opportunity should be embraced with enthusiasm and explored with passion.

Angelika is responsible for some of the most unexpected and beautifully erotic experiences of my life. This story is about one of them.

Thank you for allowing me to share my story with you. I hope you enjoy it and ask that when you have finished you vote and leave your comments on Literotica. It is important to me and I really appreciate you letting me know what you think of my stories.

Ingenue

xx

I woke up and looked at the illuminated numbers on the clock beside the bed. It wasn't quite six o'clock and although the sun was still below the horizon there was a faint glow in the eastern sky telling me that dawn was not far away.

My brain was foggy from lack of sleep and in those first few minutes, as I slowly emerged from my brief nocturnal hibernation, I had a feeling that something was wrong. I was still half asleep and couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was certainly something very different that morning.

The room, the bed, the early morning sounds and even the fragrance on the breeze seemed foreign and as I lay in bed, shedding the remnants of sleep, the realisation came to me gradually, piece by piece, like a jigsaw puzzle being slowly assembled in my mind. 

A few weeks before Veronica and George, a couple I met about a year earlier when they were on holiday in Australia, had invited me to visit and stay with them at their home in a town south of Dallas in Texas.

We had met when they were in South Australia, where I live, to visit the McLaren Vale, Clare and Coonawarra wineries and we instantly became friends. They stayed with me for a few days before returning to the States and we kept in contact by email and when one day, they invited me to visit them in the USA, I jumped at the chance.

The Qantas flight from Adelaide to Dallas Fort Worth with stopovers in Sydney and Los Angeles was incredibly long but nothing, not even countless, uninspiring airline meals, could dampen my excitement and I finally arrived tired but very happy and looking forward to three glorious weeks' holiday.

After getting through immigration, being photographed and finger-printed, I collected my backpack only to find that a rather overly officious customs officer decided I would be one of the lucky ones to have my bags searched.

After a long and tiring trip it was all I needed, but there was nothing I could do but open my backpack and let him pore over my things. Of course there was nothing to find, but my underwear seemed to get undue attention and his careful examination of my favourite vibrator drew a wry smile.

With all the formalities completed, I made my way to the arrivals hall to find Veronica and George waiting with big welcoming hugs and a beautiful bunch of flowers.

That was yesterday and this morning I'd woken still suffering from jet lag which, together with the sound of Veronica and George making love, had kept me awake most of the night. I think it was about three in the morning before I finally fell into a fitful sleep that was disturbed by vivid and erotic dreams about Angelika, the girl sleeping in the next room.

I had met Angelika for the first time the previous afternoon when we arrived home from the airport. When I had walked into the room she got up, turned off the television she had been watching and with out waiting for Veronica or George to introduce us, took a step towards me.

"Hello, you must be Catherine," she said in perfect English that was influenced with a heavy, clipped but very sexy and appealing German accent, "I am Angelika and I am so very pleased to meet you. Veronica has told me a lot about you."

I'd studied German at school and replied rather hopefully, "Guten Tag Angelika, Freut mich, Sie zu sehen," realising that I'd just used almost my entire German vocabulary just to say hello and tell her that I was pleased to meet her.

As I discovered later, Angelika was a twenty-two year old student who was staying with Veronica and George for a few days while she back-packed around the US. In the introduction I described her as beautiful - but beautiful is not really the right word. She is above average height, big boned with broad shoulders, small breasts, a narrow waist and generous hips.

Her face is interesting but overall her features are a little too angular and harsh for her to be described as pretty. She has a large nose and very prominent cheek bones. Her mouth is perhaps just a little too big and her lips are thick and full. No, she is not beautiful, but she has the most gorgeous, penetrating, blue-grey eyes and she exudes a raw sexuality that I found fascinating and extremely attractive.

My first night there was warm so we had dinner out on the terrace by the pool eating by the flickering glow of candle light. We drank some Australian wines I'd brought with me and chatted, catching up on everything that had happened over the past few months.

After dinner I sat with Angelika on a couch while Veronica and George stripped off and swam naked in the pool. It was not the first time I'd seen them with out any clothes because when they were staying with me in Adelaide we had visited Maslin's Beach - Adelaide's legal nude beach - a couple of times and I'd quickly discovered that they had few, if any, inhibitions.

As we chatted and watched Veronica and George frolicking in the water Angelika's hand casually, and at first I thought accidentally, touched my leg. To start with she had just lightly brushed my leg with her fingertips but meeting no resistance she became bolder and each time her touches seemed to last a little longer than the one before.

As the level of wine in the bottle fell so did our inhibitions and I realised that Angelika had moved close to me and our legs were touching, I could feel the warmth of her bare thigh against mine and not for the first time that evening I wondered about her sexual preferences. I had no doubt she was flirting with me, and I was enjoying and excited by it.

It was the sort of evening that should never end. Veronica and George had finished their swim and were lying, still naked, on lounges by the pool. I was lying with my head in Angelika's lap and she was softly running her fingers through my hair.

I desperately wanted to stay to see where our mild flirting would go but I was exhausted after my long journey and sleepy from the wine. Reluctantly I excused myself around midnight, went to the bathroom, showered, then after saying good night to the others, who were still out on the patio, went to my room and crawled into bed.

I must have dozed for a while but didn't really get to sleep and it was probably about an hour later when I felt the need to respond to the call of nature - obviously a result of a little too much wine.

I got out of bed and slipped on a singlet top, but in the dark couldn't find my panties. It seemed everyone else had gone to bed, so bare-arsed, I set off down the passage to find the toilet.

Before I reached the bathroom I could see that the door was slightly ajar and the light was on. Cautiously I approached the doorway and saw Angelika standing in front of the mirror brushing her thick, dark hair with slow, deliberate strokes. Curious, I moved a little closer, taking care to stay out of her line of vision in the relative seclusion of the darkened hall-way.

She was wrapped in a white towel that barely covered her very cute butt and left her long shapely legs totally exposed. Her shoulder-length hair was damp and shiny and her skin had that freshly scrubbed glow. I watched her in silence, the voyeur in me aroused, and I was aware of a pleasant tingling between my legs.

As I watched, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, secured it with an elastic band and then put the hairbrush on the counter by the hand basin. She paused briefly, unfastened the towel and let it fall to the floor at her feet, giving me my first glimpse of her magnificent body. Naked, she was everything I imagined. Her young body was firm and unmarked except for a single word tattooed on her right buttock. I leaned forward trying to see what it said but I was too far away. I hoped that soon I'd have an opportunity for a closer look.

The sight of her naked body caused the tingling in my loins to increase to a dull ache and I found myself resisting the urge to slip my hand between my legs for some relief, but I remained still and silent, content for now just to watch.

I remained the voyeur as she reached forward to pick up something that was just outside my line of vision. As her hand came back into view I could see she was holding a pair of panties and I almost gasped aloud as I realised why I hadn't been able to find my panties a few moments before.

There was no doubt they were mine - I recognised them immediately because they were my favorites - extra small, leopard print, boy-leg panties. I felt a warm flush of embarrassment as I realised that I must have left them in the bathroom when I'd showered before going to bed.

My heart was pounding as I watched her slowly and carefully unfold and examine them. I was wondering what she'd think of me. Would she realise I'd left them unintentionally, or perhaps she was thinking I'd deliberately left them there for her to find?

My wonder turned to amazement as she raised them to her cheek, softly caressing her smooth skin with the delicate fabric, then turning her head slightly she brought them to her nose, tilted her head back and inhaled deeply, savouring my feminine scent.

My senses were reeling. My nipples ached and my pussy throbbed as I watched her bring them to her lips and tenderly kiss the exact spot that only short while ago had been nestled snugly against my moist pussy.

It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. My breathing was laboured and my heart was pounding. I hadn't touched myself but I was on the verge of an orgasm. I leaned back against the wall for support - I needed it as my legs threatened to give way and I continued to watch in disbelief as she lifted first one foot and then the other and put my panties on.

She pulled them up over her magnificent, long legs, wriggling her gorgeous butt as she squeezed herself into my tiny panties that were probably a size too small for her. She stood and observed herself in the mirror and then slowly ran her hands over the soft fabric that was stretched tightly across her firm, round bum.

Thinking that she would be coming out of the bathroom at any time, I was about to leave and dash back to my room when she slipped one hand down the front of the panties and started to masturbate.

She was standing in front of the mirror watching herself, her legs parted and braced, with one hand resting on the counter for support. From behind I could see her other arm moving rapidly back and forth as she played with herself.

After just a few seconds she began to moan, then she raised herself up on tip toes, closed her eyes, threw her head back and let out a long, low growl, her whole body shaking as she came at exactly the same time as an orgasm hit me.

It was a night of firsts for me. It was my first night at Veronica and George's; it was the first time I'd met Angelika; it was the first time I'd seen another woman wearing my panties and it was the first time I'd actually come without touching myself.

Still shaking, I turned quickly and quietly made my way back down the passage to my room, slipped inside, closed the door and got into bed. Just a few seconds later I heard Angelika's footsteps in the hall, the sound of her door opening and closing, then silence except for my still laboured breathing and my pounding heart.

As I lay in the darkened room waiting for sleep to come, the vision of Angelika remained. I couldn't get her out of my mind, and the image of her masturbating and coming in my panties was causing my pussy to weep continuously.

I dozed but found the refuge of sleep impossible. Veronica and George were fucking like a couple of teenagers in their bedroom just down the hall. They are both in their fifties but that night they screwed for hours, and from the sounds of Veronica's screams I knew that she had several crushing orgasms.

Alone in my bed my fingers found their way between my legs and I quietly stroked myself. I slipped two fingers between my smooth pussy lips and spread a little of my juices over my swollen labia and up over my clit, gasping as my slippery fingertips touched that tiny source of so much pleasure which was still sensitive from my recent orgasm.

Using two fingers, I slowly traced tiny circles around my clit encouraging it to come out from its protective sheath. As it emerged I lightly brushed my fingers back and forth sending waves of almost unbearable pleasure through my body and causing a small, involuntary moan of ecstasy.

My ministrations were briefly interrupted by a soft noise that seemed to come from Angelika's room. I was conscious of her sleeping only a few feet away, just the other side of the wall. As I played with myself, I fantasised about her waking, coming to my room, lifting my quilt and sliding into bed beside me, taking me in her warm arms, kissing my aching nipples, whispering in my ear in her sexy German accent and replacing my busy fingers with her own.

The vision of her naked body alongside my own, the imagined sensation of the warmth of her breath on my cheek, the pleasure of her long, elegant fingers buried deep inside me and sweet words of encouragement in my ear carried me quickly towards my orgasm.


I closed my eyes as my fingers flashed rapidly back and forth across my clit. I knew I'd come quickly this way - I always did - and now was not the time to prolong the pleasure. I was desperate for another orgasm.

Suddenly, without warning, it hit me. There was no gradual build up, none of the usual signs, nothing at all to let me know it was coming, just a flood of juices coating my fingers and running down my legs and the wonderful sensation of release. 

All too soon it was over but I was exhausted - totally spent. The long trip, a few glasses of wine, Angelika's erotic performance in the bathroom, and my own beautiful orgasms had left me totally drained. I rolled over on to my stomach, cuddled up to my pillow, pretending it was Angelika, and was asleep almost immediately.

It was lighter now. Again I looked at the clock which showed it was twenty-three minutes past six and there was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep. I was a little disorientated and my body clock had not adjusted for change in the time zones, but mostly I was still very horny.

I pushed back the quilt and sat up. There were no other sounds in the house and I assumed that everyone else was still asleep. I got out of bed and made my way quietly down the hall to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the shower. While I waited for the hot water to come through I looked at myself in the mirror.

I smiled, and the reflection of the slim, young woman in the mirror smiled back at me. Of course I knew it was me but fantasy had replaced reality and it was as though I was watching someone else, someone young and sexy, standing before me proudly displaying her naked body for my enjoyment.

The girl looking at me from behind the glass was tall, with long dark hair that was a little dishevelled as though she had just come from her bed where her lover still lay basking in the glow of their recent love making.

She had soft brown eyes and a warm friendly smile behind with which she tried unsuccessfully to hide an expression which carried more than just a hint of mischief.

Her breasts were tiny, but firm and nicely shaped with small, hard, pointed nipples. She had a flat belly and narrow, almost boyish hips. She obviously shaved or waxed to remove all her pubic hair, which highlighted her prominent mons veneris, giving her the appearance of a pre-pubescent girl.

Her outer labia were small and neat, the entrance to her vagina being virtually nothing more that a tight, narrow slit. From just a few feet away it was difficult to tell that there was any opening at all and it appeared as though someone had simply drawn a thin line with a fine tipped pen on her otherwise pale, unmarked skin.

As I watched, her hand slid slowly over her stomach, her fingers coming to rest lightly on her silky pussy lips which she parted to reveal the tip of her clitoris that was peeking out cautiously from under its protective hood.

As her finger tips gently brushed her clit, she smiled again and her mouth opened to emit a low moan, then, as I closed my eyes, she disappeared.

I opened my eyes again, eager to see what she would do next, hoping that she would masturbate for me, allowing me to watch while she brought herself to orgasm, but she had vanished and I stood there in her place.

Sadly the spell had been broken and the magic and thrill of being both exhibitionist and voyeur at the same time was gone. My hand was between my legs and the sensation of my fingers on my clit was delightful, but that could wait - well for a few minutes at least.

I opened the door of the shower cubicle, reached in to test the water, and finding it a little too cold, adjusted the temperature, checked it again then stepped in, the stream of warm water instantly refreshing and revitalising me.

I leant back against the hard, tiled wall which was cold against my bare skin. In contrast, the water streaming from the shower opposite was warm and the combination of the cold tiles and the warm water sent conflicting but pleasant sensations surging through my body. 

I had the taps turned on full and the sharp jets of water struck my chest, stinging and teasing my nipples like the fingers of a lover. Small rivulets of water ran down across my flat belly and over my smooth, bald pubic mound.

My soapy fingers found their way between my legs which were parted to allow me access to the core of my sex.

It was only a few seconds, but already my breath was coming is short raspy gasps. My head was back and my hand was between my legs. 

I don't know how long she had been standing in the doorway watching me. My eyes had been closed and I hadn't heard the soft click of the door latch or the sound of her bare feet on the tiled bathroom floor. Perhaps I wouldn't have heard her over the hiss of the water from the shower and the monotonous drone of the exhaust fan in the ceiling anyway.

She was topless and still wearing my panties from the night before. Her hair was up in a ponytail as she stood leaning against the doorframe watching me, her expression a curious mixture of surprise, amusement, delight and understanding.

I wasn't sure what to do. I was too far gone to stop. I need to finish what I had started and bring on a desperately needed orgasm, but I was a little embarrassed to have been caught masturbating by a virtual stranger.

As I stood there, my fingers buried beep inside by aching pussy, she smiled and I knew instantly I had no need to be embarrassed.

She closed the bathroom door, walked over to the shower cubicle and opened the glass door. Stepping inside she took me in her arms, whispering, "Guten Morgen, Liebchen," as she gently pressed her soft, wet lips against mine.

As our lips met I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. She pressed her body against mine and I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. I held her tightly and opened my mouth as her tongue forced its way between my lips. I wanted her inside me and welcomed it.


Angelika



I savoured the taste of her and shuddered with delight as she explored my mouth imagining, desperately hoping that soon her tongue would be parting my other lips and penetrating me in the same way.

I moaned with disappointment as she pulled away, breaking off our kiss to whisper breathlessly, "I think this is what you have been wanting all night. I heard you in bed last night and again this morning. You are a very naughty girl." 

With that she pushed me back against the wall and kissed her way down my neck, ran her tongue across my collar bone and over my aching breast. She paused just as she reached my aching nipple and I willed her to go on.

She was teasing me but I couldn't wait. I placed my hand firmly on the back of her head and pressed. I heard a small laugh and she said. "Oh yes, Schatzi, this is what you want, isn't it?"

I don't think she expected a response but I couldn't help murmuring, "Oh please! Yes! Ja!"

I shuddered with pleasure as she covered my breast with her mouth, sucking and flicking my nipple with the tip of her tongue. I pressed my breast against her mouth, savoring the sensation of her warm moist lips against my skin, silently showing my approval of what she was doing to me.

I jumped, surprised and delighted when she bit my nipple. It was just a nip really, the curious mixture of both pain and pleasure taking my breath away.

She slowly sank to her knees in front of me, her hard, hot tongue tracing a line down across my stomach, pausing briefly to explore my navel then continuing on its tortuous journey towards my aching and wanting sex.

I took her head in my hands and guided her, gasping with delight as her tongue slid the full length of my slit. She understood my urgency, and grasping my arse cheeks, she pulled me towards her and buried her face eagerly in my sex. She used her tongue skilfully, probing, licking, teasing and lapping my aching cunt to bring me quickly to the brink.

I shuddered and moaned as I felt her finger force its way between my arse cheeks.

Encouraged by my reaction she continued, her finger searching for and finding my tight, sensitive puckered opening. I spread my legs and arched my back, thrusting my hips forward for her. I felt her gently ease her finger into my arse as her tongue entered my cunt.

I was nearly there; my body was rigid, braced against the wall for support. I was holding my breath, waiting anxiously, silently begging her to finish me off.

Instinctively she knew and took my clit between her lips, and sucked. At the same time she thrust her finger deep inside my arse and I exploded, screaming as waves of ecstasy surging through my body, consuming me, releasing a flood of pent up emotion and suppressed desire.

When at last I could open my eyes, I looked down. She was smiling up at me, her hair soaked and water from the shower streaming down her beaming face. We both laughed.

Standing up, she kissed me tenderly, turned off water and stepped out of the shower saying, "Come, Liebchen, I want you again. Now!"

Before picking up a towel she took off my panties and hung them on the tap to dry, and then she turned, giving me my first look at her smooth, bald pussy. She held out the towel for me and I walked, dripping wet into her waiting arms. As she dried me we kissed. This time it was a long, slow, lingering kiss, then I took her hand and we walked naked down the passage to her room.

As we reached her bedroom door I heard a noise behind me and turned to see George still naked, a huge grin on his face, his cock hard and erect. 

"Good morning girls, I see you are both up early this morning."

I returned his smile. It was very obvious that he was up as well and I wondered if he had heard us in the bathroom. I hoped so and thought it would be especially nice if he was so turned on by the sounds of our lovemaking that he would go back to bed and give Veronica a nice early morning fuck.

Angelika tugged impatiently on my arm. I gave George a quick smile then turned and followed her through the door, closing it behind me and let her lead me to her bed.

We lay down together and this time there was no hurry. I wanted to explore her body, to experience every delightful curve and every delicious crevice, and I opened myself up to her in a way I had not done for anyone in such a long time. We made love slowly and tenderly, each focused on giving the other pleasure, neither concerned about her own needs.

When we finished I fell immediately asleep in her arms, my head against her breast, our legs entwined, her thigh pressed firmly against my hot, wet sex.

I woke refreshed at about three in the afternoon. Angelika was gone and I was alone in the bed, but her scent lingered and the signs of our love making were everywhere.

I went to the bathroom, had a quick shower, slipped on some shorts and a top, and brushed my hair. As I went out to find the others I noticed my panties had gone from the tap where Angelika had left them the night before.

I followed the sound of voices and found everyone sitting out by the pool. As I approached, Veronica and George just smiled. Angelika got to her feet and we kissed - no words were needed this time; we had our own language that wasn't German or English. Even without words, Veronica and George could understand exactly what we were saying.

Angelika turned, and taking my hand, led me over to the same couch where it had all begun the night before. From behind I could see the band of a pair of leopard print, boy-leg panties just visible above the top of her shorts. I knew that a little lower there was a single word tattooed on her gorgeous arse and made a mental not to find out what it was later that evening.

She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. She knew what I was looking at and probably even knew what I was thinking. Instantly that familiar and pleasant tingling sensation started again. 



Angelika's New Master



Angelika was walking home after a night out with the girls, the warm breeze blowing her long black hair out behind her. In her all-black outfit, that made her skin seem pale, someone might think of her as a Goth chick or a vampire wannabe, but she didn't care. She just liked black. Being only four foot ten, she might also have looked like a child pretending to be a full-grown woman, but once you got a good look at her, you could tell she was all woman. Her curves put childhood completely out of the question. Now, Angelika could certainly take care of herself, despite her size. She was always careful and was constantly looking over her shoulder. But, like most people, she almost never looked up.

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In the shadows between houses, he watched Angelika with a growing lust, both sexual and blood fueled. He gently touched her mind and found out where she lived. With a smile, he licked his lips and starting moving toward her house. The fun was about to begin.

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Angelika stopped short of her front door, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. Her front door was hanging open just a little and she knew no one else was home. She grabbed her cell phone and flipped it open, ready to call 911. Pushing open the front door, she reached for the light switch just inside the doorway. A few clicks and nothing happened. She stepped into the living room and bumped into the over-stuffed chair. As she got her bearings, she heard a noise from the door, a very soft sound, like that of fine grain sandpaper being barely brushed against already sanded wood. She turned toward it and then had to blink as all of the lights came on.

"Just a power outage," she said out loud to no one in particular. Turning back around to face the living room, she let out a scream.

On the two walls of her living room were handprints that looked like they had dripped their hands in red paint and dragged them across the wall, leaving prints two to three feet in length. The real problem was that is wasn't red paint. It was blood. Angelika ran from the house in a panic, dialing 911 as she ran for her friend's house.

He was following her as she babbled to the 911 operator while walking quickly the eight blocks to her friend Lindsay's house. She gave the police her phone number and told them where she would be staying, giving them somewhere to contact her if needed. She turned a corner and hurried, passing by several small shops that were on the edge of the neighborhood. She yelped when a strong hand grabbed her right arm and pulled her into the incredibly small alley between stores and roughly shoved her face first against the red brick, her arms being pinned above her hand with his powerful grip. He pressed himself against her and she felt his warm breath against her hair.

"You belong to me now, pet. Stop running and accept it."

Angelika felt the tears stream down her face as he pushed his knee between her legs, spreading them, his other hand popping open the button on her pants, pulling them down just far enough to expose her pantiless ass. She heard his pants come down and tried to prepare herself and he pushed his throbbing cock between her ass cheeks and started rubbing himself up and down between them, his weight pushing them around his shaft. She started to cry out when she felt two pin pricks at her neck, making her gasp as her whole body shivered, the pain mixing with so much pleasure that her whole body went numb.

As quickly as he arrived, he left, leaving Angelika to sag against the wall, not sure what to make of what just happened. She felt the two small holes at her neck and she shivered again. She redid her pants in a daze and continued her journey to Lindsay's house. She got to Lindsay's house and pounded on the door, again on the verge of tears. The door swung open and Lindsay looked out, the gold security chain holding the door about six inches from the doorframe.

"Angelika? Oh my God! What happened?" The door shut and then Angelika heard the clinking of the chain and then door reopening a second later, Lindsay almost pulling Angelika inside.

Angelika told Lindsay what had she had seen at her house while sitting in Lindsay's kitchen over a cup of tea, as Lindsay tended to the two small wounds on her neck. Her hands were shaking enough to still a little tea on the white marble countertop, which Lindsay cleaned up with a paper towel.

After the tea, Angelika found herself yawning uncontrollably, all of the adrenaline having left her body. With a smile, Lindsay led her to the couch, complete with a pillow and a thin blanket, tucking her in with a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a reassurance that everything would be okay in the morning.

"Linds," Angelika asked in a small voice.

"Angel," Lindsay replied in the same voice, just one of the things they did.

"Do you think you could curl up with me until I fall asleep? I don't feel too safe at the moment."

"Sure, Angel. Let me go change for bed and I'll be right back. I'll bring something for you, too."

Angelika sat quietly as she waited for Lindsay, who returned wearing a dark green pajama set that looked really good on her, since she had pale skin and dark brown hair, which she tucked a lock of behind her ear. She held out an oversized t-shirt to Angelika, who smiled shyly and went to the bathroom to change.

She returned and Lindsay started to laugh as the shirt, one that hung to Lindsay's knees, came down to Angelika's ankles. She looked like a little girl wearing mommy's shirt. Angelika put her hands on her hips, making Lindsay laugh even harder, Angelika joining in and the two of them falling onto the couch, leaning against each other, Angelika's laughter mixing with sobs as the stress from what had happened earlier caught up to her.

Lindsay put her arm around Angelika's shoulders and snuggled against her, Angelika wiping away her tears. Without speaking, they both laid down, Lindsay lying behind Angelika, her right arm draped around Angelika's slim waist. She wrapped her around Lindsay's and took a deep breath, her eyes falling closed as Lindsay nuzzled behind Angelika's ear.

As she drifted off to sleep, Angelika felt warmth spread over her, one that started in her groin. She opened her eyes and saw Lindsay between her thighs, her tongue working quickly over Angelika's clit, on hand moving up to squeeze her breast through the t-shirt, while using one finger to circle Angelika's pussy lips. Angelika couldn't speak, but only moan, her high pitched voice bouncing off of the high white walls, the frequency and pitch of her moans increasing. As her orgasm peaked, her breath catching and her voice squeaking, Angelika's eyes flew open and she found herself alone on the couch, her blanket tight between her thighs, rubbing against her engorged clit, the smell of her sex filling the room. She blinked in the darkness, spying Lindsay's form in a chair across the room.

"Linds," she said quietly, getting no answer. "Lindsay," she said again in a forced whisper, but still nothing. She reached out and turned on the table lamp and looked over at Lindsay, letting out another throat ripping scream.

Lindsay's head say at an awkward angle on her shoulders and her throat has been ripped out. Angelika's heart hammered in her chest and she tried to climb backwards on the couch. She let out another little scream as her cell phone started ringing. Watching the LCD screen light up as it rang, Angelika tentatively reached out a hand, almost expecting Lindsay to start moving again, her eyes darting back and forth between the phone and the body. Gingerly, she picked up her phone and flipped it open, answering it without looking at it.

"H-hello?"

"Hello, Angelika." The voice was gruff, the same voice from the alley. It sent a chill down her spine, as it was tinged with menace, Angelika feeling more tears start to run down her cheeks.

"Who is this?"

"You don't know me, but if you look at poor Lindsay," he said, her eyes involuntarily going to the corpse, the soft blue eyes open and starting at nothing. "You'll see my handiwork. I've been watching you, Angelika. You are a delectable little morsel that I will enjoy having when the time comes."

"What do you want from me?" She heard a soft chuckle on the other end of the line.

"I don't want anything 'from' you, Angelika, I just want you and you shall be mine."

She hung up to his laughter and dialed 911 again, telling the operator about Lindsay's body and the phone call. The operator stayed on the line with her until the police arrived and took her into protective custody. Angelika hesitated when the doorbell rang, afraid that it was the killer, the voice on the phone. She willed herself to the door and opened it, two uniformed officers standing there. She flung the door open and let them in, one of them taking her into another room while the other looked over Lindsay's body. After a few questions, the officer suggested that he take her back to the station for a formal statement. Angelika agreed and they went to the other room, the room with Lindsay's body, to get her clothes. They officer's partner was kneeling next to Lindsay's chair.

"Hey, Jenks," the cop said. "Let's take this one back and let the CSU guys get a look at her." His partner didn't respond. "Jenks. You okay?"

He moved in and touched his partner's shoulder and they watched as the body of the officer fell over, the officer's hand going to his gun, both of them almost vomiting as Jenks's head rolled from his shoulders and tumbled into the doorway that led to the dining room, their eyes following it's path and stopping as it came to rest next to the feet of a shadowy figure in the doorway. The officer, whose name was DiSilva, drew his gun and started backing toward the front door, keeping himself between Angelika and the inky darkness.

"Miss, move toward the door," DiSilva said softly, "And run for the squad car." Angelika nodded and grasped the doorknob, wrenching it hard, jerking the door open, and sprinting for the police car, her bare feet slapping the pavement, their sound lost as DiSilva caught up to and passed her, running to the other side of the car, jumping in and starting the engine, flooring the accelerator a soon as Angelika was inside. He drove and drove fast, taking seemingly random turns, trying to get away and get to the police station.

"What was that," Angelika yelled as she tried not to bounce around in the back seat.

"I don't know," DiSilva answered, wrenching the wheel hard to the left, sending her sliding into the right hand door. But whatever it was, it scared me." HE straightened out the steering wheel and breathed out a loud sigh. Angelika pushed up against the Plexiglas between them.

"Look out," she screamed.

DiSilva saw the shape materialize out of nowhere and yanked the wheel hard to the right, trying to swerve around it. As he tried to correct his path, his sweaty hands slipped off of the wheel and they ran into a fire hydrant, DiSilva held in by his seatbelt, but Angelika, unsecured in the back seat, felt her forehead hit the Plexiglas, but felt as solid as concrete. Her vision swam, but she was able to see DiSilva draw his fun. Before he was able to use it, the thing smashed the window and a sledgehammer fist beat him mercilessly. She wasn't sure if he was dead or not, but when the back door opened, she knew it didn't matter.

A thick hand grabbed her ankle and she was pulled out of the car and into the spray from the ruptured fire hydrant. As she began to fade out, she saw a face creased by ivory smile, one that filled her with terror.

"At last," she heard. "You are mine."

---

When Angelika awoke, she felt a slight strain on her shoulders, but she couldn't figure out why. The sell of freshly dug earth reached her nose and there were almost no sounds, except for the thumping of her heart in her ears. Her head throbbed, probably from hitting the Plexiglas. When she opened her eyes, her head spun and she felt like she might vomit, so she closed them again, the nausea fading and the world returning to normal.

She tried again after a few minutes and though she felt her stomach rebel a little, the room didn't spin. Letting her eyes adjust to the dim light coming through the dingy window some ten feet above her, she found herself face down, her knees and shoulders digging into the bumpy concrete that made up the floor. She tried to sit up, but found she couldn't really move. Trying to move her hands turned out to be impossible. Turning to her sense of touch, she could feel thick ropes binding her wrists to her ankles as well as her ankles being bound to each other. Her knees were also joined by rope. All of these together told her why she couldn't move. They did not tell her, however, why she was completely naked.

A door opened behind her she suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable. Her legs held her firm ass and shaved pussy up in the air and try as she might, she couldn't cover herself. The door closed, but she couldn't see anyway from her position. Just as she was wondering if they had just left her food, she felt a rough, heavy hand touch her bare behind and start caressing it. Something in the touch was almost like petting a family pet, suggesting ownership. She shivered under the warmth of the hand on her skin, bringing a soft chuckle from behind her.

"What do you want," Angelika asked, her voice wavering. "Who are you?"

She recognized the voice as the one she heard both in the alley and on the phone. "I want nothing because I already have what I want, Angelika. I have you." As if emphasizing that point, he gave her ass a little smack. "As far as who I am, my real name isn't important. They only name that matters is the one you will call me from this point forward."

"What name is that?"

"Master."

After he had proclaimed himself her Master, Angelika heard the door open again and then close, followed by a plastic dog bowl of water about a foot away from her, a little spilling down the side of the blue plastic. He scooted it closer to her with his foot, leaving it only a few inches away. She tried to move toward it, now realizing how dry her throat was. She attempted to raise her head to get at the fresh smelling water, but was unable to shift her weight enough to do so.

"How am I supposed to get a drink if I can't get my head that high?" Her voice seemed stronger now, anger mixing with her fear. She yelped when he grabbed a large handful of her long black hair and pulled on it.

Using her hair, he pulled her face off of the cold concrete and, tugging sideways, he pivoted her over the bowl and released her hair, splashing her face into the water and then pulling her back up, Angelika spluttering and couching at her sudden immersion.

"For starters," he said, "You could ask more politely.""

"May I have a drink of water please?" He dunked her face again, pulling her right back up.

"And who am I that you are asking?"

"You are..." She bit back the first reply that was on the tip of her tongue, as she fully realized that her captor was in complete control. "You are my Master."

He lowered her slowly this time, allowing her to suck some of the clean, cold water into her dry mouth. After a few small swallows, he pulled her mouth away.

"You are learning, my new pet," he said, moving her away from the water bowl and resting her face on the hard concrete again.

"Thank you, Master," Angelika replied, closing her eyes.

With almost no sound, he knelt behind her and ran an almost serpentine tongue, pointed and darting, up and down her bare, exposed slit, making her squirm to get lose, as well as in pleasure. His hands worked their way between her arms and her torso, finding her breasts and roughly pinching at her nipples, feeling them harden between his fingers.

Angelika found her pussy slowly getting wet as he found her clit with his tongue, as he teased it, prodded it, to make it peek out from under it's hood. Almost against her will, she moaned softly at his tongue work, attempting to push back against him. His tongue crept between her lips by only a fraction, making her gasp and try harder to push backwards. He ran the very tip of his tongue up to her anus, lightly swirling it around the sensitive skin, before moving back down to quickly flick it against her hard nub, making Angelika squeal and buck against him, straining her body to the liming to please herself with his tongue. It wasn't long before she was fighting for breath, her voice loud, echoing in her cell. As her orgasm ran through her, she tried to breathe and moan at the same time, her voice squeaking with each ''ah!' His tongue disappeared and his hands withdrew, leaving her as collapsed as possible, breathing hard as her climax faded.

"And now, my pet, we shall see if you give pleasure as well as you take it."

With that, he rolled her over onto her back and moved up by her head. He slid a powerful hand under her and placed it between her shoulder blades, lifting her shoulders off of the ground, her head falling backwards, putting his erect cock right in front of her face. Using his free hand, he tilted his hardness toward her.

"Open your mouth."

She did so and he placed the bulbous head between her lips, Angelika starting to suck on it until he ripped it out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with the now wet cockhead, turning her already flushed cheek a darker shade of pink.

"I didn't tell you to suck, did I, pet?"

"No, Master. I just..."

Another wet smack sounded as he cockslapped her again, stunning Angelika into silence.

"Let's try this again. Open your mouth, pet."

Angelika hesitantly opened her mouth and he placed the angry purple head into her wet, warm mouth, holding it still, Angelika fighting the reflex to suck his length into her mouth.

"Very good, pet. Now, tighten your lips, but do not suck. Do you understand?"

She nodded as best she could and snuggled her pink lips around his cockhead, moaning softly a he slowly fed her every inch of his thick, veiny shaft, Angelika breathing out as he touched and then went into her throat. Finally, his testicles, full and smooth, rested against her nose, filling her nostrils with the musky, manly smell of his balls. He pulled back out, her lips bulging around the crown, before starting to pump about half of his full length, which was around seven inches, she guessed, in and out of her lips.

Angelika braved her Master's displeasure by starting to work her rough tongue over his cockhead as he fucked her mouth, but no displeasure was evident as his pace increased slightly, Angelika flexing her pussy muscles and rubbing her thighs together as much as she could, again filling the room with the scent of her sex as she pleased herself, moaning again and again as she worked herself toward orgasm just as he did as he used her mouth. He pulled out of her hungry mouth and slowly stroked his raging member.

"Cum for me, pet. Cum for your Master."

Angelika closed her eyes and focused on her growing pleasure, her voice ringing against the thick stone walls again as she pushed herself closer and closer to another orgasm, her breath catching as she fought to breathe, her voice turning into high-pitched squeaks as she shuddered on the floor and in his hand, her eyes clenched tight, her voice finally breaking as she climaxed again, her juices leaking out onto her thighs and onto the floor. She relaxed as much as her bonds would allow and opened her eyes, gazing once against at her Master's beautiful cock.

"Very good, pet," he said, his voice betraying his smile. "I have seen you cum and now you shall watch me do the same."

He laid her on the floor and the gripped her shoulders, lifting her again and propping her against the cold stone wall, the heat from her body making it seem even colder. Reaching between her ankles, he snapped the rope holding them and spread her legs, kneeling between them, taking his thick shaft in his hand and stroking himself slowly. It wasn't until now that Angelika got her first good look at her new Master.




Angelika's New Master



He was tall and broad shouldered, his muscles rippling when he moved, reminding her of some great jungle predator. His eyes were intense, almost feral, a dark brown that bordered on black. Hi unruly hair and unshaved jaw gave her a further impression of an animal in a man's form. His small fangs added to this image. Her eyes went down his muscular torso and returned to his hand, watching as it moved over his length, the head slowly turning an angry purple color as he squeezed it. He looked down as her, his face contorted in lust.

"Do you want it, pet?"

Angelika nodded, rapidly her eyes meeting his. "Yes, Master. Please. I want it."

He nodded and closed his eyes, moving his hand faster over his shaft, his voice dropping to a low growl each time his thumb passed across the crow of his cockhead. Each stroke brought another moan from his throat, Angelika keeping her eyes on his cock, seeing his balls start to rise against his body, knowing she was about to receive her Master's cum.

His eyes flew open and his lips pulled back in a snarl, his lust evident. A guttural growl escaped his lips and Angelika saw the hole in his cock open and watched as the first stream of his cum leapt toward her, splattering on her cheek, quickly followed by another that landed on her chin. Shi spurting slowed, the rest of his creamy load landing on her chest and belly. He squeezed out one last drop and offered it to her mouth, Angelika sucking greedily on it. Without a word, he stood and left the room, returning with a pilling and two thick blankets, tossing them down next to her. Undoing the rest of her bonds, he ran his hand through her hair.

"Sleep now, pet. The sun will be coming up soon and you will need your strength for later." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and with a smile, he left the room.

Angelika smiled to herself and spread out one blanket to sleep on and pulled the other on top of her, his cum slowly drying on her body. A good Master had found her. Just as she was about to fall asleep, the door opened again.

"Pet, my partner just called. She said she'll be here tonight and she's looking forward to meeting you." With another smile, he left again.

Angelika felt a little tingle in her groin in anticipation. A good Master. And maybe a good Mistress, as well.



Angelina



Angelina and I had been at her photo shot all day. She had given me orders not to wear anything under my mini-skirt and to sit in a raised chair so that during the shot she could relax and look over at my pussy and think of what to do with me when we got home. After the shots she was usually tense because of the demands made of her so I knew the evening was going to be great cause she always like to relax using sex lessons. At one point during the shot when she had a quick break she came over and whispered to me, "You will be the student tonight, I will teach you to obey." At that point I looked down and realized that the front of my shirt was covering her clear few of my pussy.

The photo shot was over and we were on our way home in our black jeep. Angelina turned and said to me, "You are such a slut. I don't want anyone to see my slut get down on the floor on your knees so that no one can see you." Right away I removed my ass from the seat and took my position on the floor. Angelina continued, "You need to learn how to obey everything I say to you. I asked you to make sure I could see your cunt all day and you had that shirt of yours covering it. Remove that shirt right now, I don't want to see it" I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it from my body and through it into the back seat of the jeep. Angelina then continued, "I think I am hungry right now. I think we will go through the Wendy's drive through and get something to eat. I want them to see what a slut you are on the floor with nothing on but your little skirt." So we pulled through the drive through and the people serving us saw me there on the floor of the jeep with nothing on but my mini skirt. We then made our way back to our home just outside of town.

I knew that I must always open every door for Mistress Angelina. So when the jeep was parked in it's spot I quickly got out of the car and went around and opened the door for Mistress Angelina. Mistress Angelina always kept certain things in the car and one of them was her whip. She grabbed her whip as she exited the jeep and said, "Your lesson will start now. Remove you slutty skirt and bend over the hood of the jeep."

I replied, " Yes Mistress." Right away I did as I was told. When I was in the position over the hood of the car Mistress Angelina took the whip and started whipping my ass and back. I felt myself get juicier with each strike of the whip. I screamed with each strike of the whip. I loved it when Mistress Angelina whipped me like this.

Mistress Angelina then said to me, "Let's go to the house now." This meant that I was to go and open the front door for Mistress Angelina. Once inside the house I was never to walk ahead of the Mistress always two steps behind her.

Mistress Angelina then said, "You are such a slut. I think we need to go straight to the bedroom and start you lesson on total obedience now."

I headed straight to the bedroom opened the door stood waiting for my next instructions. Mistress Angelina then said, "Lay down on the bed with your ass in the air."

I went straight into the position and Mistress Angelina took out the blindfold and put it on me. She said, "I don't want you to see what I am going to do to you. If I leave the room you will not move from this position."

I could hear everything she was doing but could only guess at what she was grabbing first. She then came over to the bed and I could feel her going for my ass. She then inserted the butt plug and I screamed as she inserted it. Right away the juices started and it sent me into an immediate cum.

She then got off the bed and I could hear she had left the room. When she came back in I was in the exact same position and she put her knees on the bed behind my ass. I felt the warmth of her body against mine and she inserted the strap on into my cunt. I screamed as she slammed it in hard and fast. She fucked me in that position and I exploded with cum all over the place. She then said, "You are such a fucking whore. I want you to make me cum now."

With the butt plug still in I turned around and started to go down on her. I started at the neck and made my way to her left breast. I caressed the left breast with my lips and sucked on the nipple for quiet a while. I then moved across to the right breast and caressed it like the other then sucked the nipple. I made my way down to her pussy kissing from the breasts down. I then started sucking her clit and figure fucking her at the same time. With minutes of doing this Mistress Angelina came all over my face. She asked me, "What have you learned, slut?"

I replied with my head down, "That I must always obey the Mistress and do exactly what she says."

She said, "Good Slut, bend over and I will remove the plug." As she removed the plug I screamed and moaned. We then fell asleep her in the bed and me on the floor beside her.



Angelina



The microwave chimed, signaling that my dinner was now ready for me to eat. I sat immobile in my easy chair, a cold bottle of beer hanging by its long neck from my fingers. I did not make any move to retrieve my dinner, I'm certain my body was hungry but I just had no will to eat.

It had been 5 days since my night out with Nina and I was running the whole experience through my mind. The thought of her not calling me, not even acknowledging me, made most daily functions trivial. It was no surprise that I was seriously taken with this woman. I lifted the beer to my lips and took a long pull. Even alcohol did nothing to sooth my feelings.

She's not calling, I told myself. Give it up, just let it go. You read the signals wrong. Just because she kissed you long and passionately don't mean that she's infatuated with you. It was just a kiss. Then why do I feel like crap?

My doorbell rang. I sat there for ten seconds, still not moving, seriously contemplating not even answering the door. Then there was a knock. What if it's her? I set the beer on the end table and bolted from my chair, straightening my hair. I reached the front door, took a couple of deep breaths and pulled the door open. "Oh, it's just you." My tone and look of disappointment were very evident.

"Thanks Dan, I really appreciate the fact you are glad to see me."

It was Angelina, Nina's best friend. As I just stood there with the door open she took it upon herself to come in. As she passed I caught a whiff of her perfume, the same brand Nina wore. My stomach fluttered. You are one whipped dude, I told myself, following Angelina into the kitchen where she retrieved a beer for herself. She held it out, and being the gentleman I am, I opened it for her, and handed it back to her.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit Ang?" 

She took a sip of beer and leaned against the counter. "What do you think Dan?"

I stood there, unable to meet her gaze.

"I take your non-answer as evidence that you have a problem." Ang said with a smile.

"I do not have a problem." I retorted.

She took another sip of beer, "Yes you do. You are so hung on her but she hasn't called you in like three days and it's killing you."

"Five days," I replied with a mumble.

Angelina laughed. "Listen, Nina hasn't divulged to me exactly what happened between you too and, to be honest hasn't talked about you at all to me. I came over because Shane said you were acting all down. I figured maybe you and I could talk and I could then see what's up with Nina."

Shane was one of my best friends and currently dating Angelina. He had come over to borrow a couple of tools so he could finish working on his car and he had tried to talk to me about Nina. I had given him the cold shoulder, not wanting to discuss the open wound. It was now obvious that he, being a good friend, decided to have Angelina intervene.

"So what did happen the other night?" Ang asked.

I took a deep breath and sighed, staring at Angelina leaning against my counter. Angelina wore her long blonde hair in the most current style, it framing her very cute face nicely. She had distinct Italian features, with sharp twinkling hazel green eyes. Her body was like Nina's, petite, compact and with all the right curves. Ang's breasts were larger, closer to a C cup than Nina's and were on display in the rather tight top Ang was wearing at the moment. Angelina's cute firm legs were on display below a short skirt. 

Having finished my quick visual inspection of Angelina a new pang of loss washed over me. She was so similar to Nina it made me realize what I was missing. "Nothing much happened, we just went out. That's pretty much it."

"So you're telling me you are all tied up on her over a simple date?" Ang queried me, her eyebrows rising. "C'mon Dan, you and I both know something more happened."

I took another deep breath, "We, uhm, kinda, uhm, you know, made out for awhile."

Ang smiled. "Just made out? What, a little kiss?"

"No," I replied, "it was much more than that."

"Well there's a difference between just a kiss, and much more than that. I'm going to need some more of an example." Angelina set her beer on the counter and took a step towards me. "Kiss me like you did Nina the other night."

I stared at her wide eyed. "C'mon Ang, I can't kiss you. You're dating one of my friends."

Angelina was now standing right in front of me. "It's not like it's anything more than collecting data, an experiment right?"

I was still reluctant but also intrigued. "Sure, I guess so. It's just for working this problem out." I lowered my head slightly and kissed her softly on the lips for a couple of beats and then pulled away.

"So that's how you kissed her?"

I furrowed my brow, "Sort of, not exactly but…"

"Was it like this?" Angelina then kissed me, a bit harder, with more desire, her tongue touching my lips, pressing between them, meeting mine and I leaned into the kiss, my tongue now dueling with hers.

I found my hands going to her hips, one to the curve of her ass, pressing her into me while wee kissed deeply and passionately. A few seconds later we broke off the kiss, still standing pressed against each other, panting slightly.

"Was it like that?" Angelina asked again.

"Yeah something like," that I replied, "but more like this."

I leaned back into her, a deeper kiss, harder, tongues back to dancing, tasting each other. My hand now pulling on her skirt, her body hard against mine, hands grasping her firm ass cheek under the skirt, a moan coming from her as she pressed her body against mine.

We broke the kiss, locked together, my hands caressing her ass cheeks. "So you did it like that?" Ang asked, breathless.

"Yeah that's more like it," I replied.

Ang then ran her hands over my chest and then lower. "Did she do something like this?" she asked as her hand traveled over the growing bulge in my pants.

"Not exactly, it was different."

"Oh, I see," Ang said. "Something like this?" Her hand found my zipper and pulled it down, then moved into my pants, grasping my cock and working it free. It jutted out from my pants, not quite near its full nine inches of length.

Ang stared down at my cock and stroked it a couple of times. "Did she maybe do that?"

"Not exactly," I managed to say feeling my desire rise.

"Well, if she did this, she had to do this." Ang went to her knees and held my cock in front of her face, kissing the tip. "She couldn't resist doing this, not with a cock this awesome." She opened her mouth and took my throbbing cock into the warmth, her tongue sliding along the head. I groaned. It was no longer about what Nina had done because she had never touched my cock that night. Angelina, on the other hand, was going to get my full attention at the moment. Nina was not in my head. Shane was not in my head. All I was thinking about was Angelina.

She stroked my cock as she sucked it, giving me intense pleasure. I stared down and watched my cock slide in and out of her cute lips, her face showing the pleasure and desire of wanting my cock, of wanting to suck it. She pulled my cock free from her mouth with a small pop, a trail of saliva and pre-cum running from her lips back to the big cock head. She slurped it up and stood. "Fuck me with that cock. I need it in me." She was glowing with desire, her eyes set in wanting to be pleasured. 

I guided her around the corner and into the first bedroom down the hall, my spare room and office. She started to undress and I followed suit. She lay back onto the twin bed I kept in this room and I followed her kneeling between her legs. I took in her body and my cock twitched in excitement. Her 5'2" frame had not an ounce of fat on it, just all gorgeous curves and beautiful skin. There was a small, neatly trimmed line of pubic hair that led right to her lovely, glistening pussy. I could not resist. Despite her demand to be fucked I went in head first and lowered my mouth onto her pussy, my tongue probing her hot folds, tasting her, teasing her, kissing her in her most sensitive spots. 

She squirmed and moaned and then cried out in passion as I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it gently. Her pussy was incredible, wet and hot and irresistible. I eased a finger into her as I teased her clit and she jumped, her hips rising. Her moans became more intense and she started to pant and breathe heavy with lust. I increased the tempo of my finger and she came in a loud cry of desire, her pussy clamping down on my finger.

As she fell onto the bed, her chest rising and falling she stared at me with a look of wanton lust. "Fuck me!" she said throatily. I shifted my position, holding my throbbing cock in my hand. "Oh god I want that cock in me," Angelina moaned. I spread her legs a bit and she lifted them in the air. I positioned my cock above her tight little pussy and eased the head in. She moaned loudly and I could feel her pussy grab at my cock, a very tight fit. I continued to press forward and Angelina let out a long moan as my cock filled her. She shifted her hips to accommodate my size and I could feel her hot pussy engulf my cock. I shifted my hips once and then started to slowly thrust.

Angelina gripped my arms as I started to fuck her, both of us moaning in pleasure. She was an incredible fuck, her petite body rocking and moving under me as I thrust my cock in and out of her tight pussy. 

I stared down at her cute face as it was contorted in pleasure. Our eyes met and stayed locked together as my cock pressed into her deeply. I could feel her cervix with each down stroke and she cried out in pleasure as I did. Eyes locked together, she cried out, her pussy clenching my cock in another orgasm. 

My pace quickened and she urged me on, wanting to feel my cock explode in her. The room was filled with the sounds and smells and sights of sex. Two people locked together, bodies moving to the rhythm of sex, the bed springs creaking with each downward thrust of cock into pussy, our voices a chorus of moans, groans and cries of pleasure. I came, my semen blasting into the deep folds of Angelina's tight pussy. 

It took several minutes for us to recover, our breathing slowly returning to normal, my cock losing its erection and slipping from her pussy. She cooed, glowing in satisfied passion. "If you had done that to Nina, well, there would be no doubt she'd be with you right now."

I rolled off to the side, propped myself on my elbow, "If I had though, we never would have experienced what just happened."

Angelina smiled, kissed me softly, "You are right about that lover."



Angelina - A Few Drinks with Alicia



Again, like with all my stories featuring my girlfriend Angelina and I everything is fact and nothing except names are changed.

The previous story (Angelina: Night Out With The Girls) took place in August 2007. You don't need to have read it to enjoy this story, but you might want to read it after if you do enjoy this. This story is a flashback to a previous night when we had some sexy fun. At the end of Angelina: Night Out With The Girls she was planning to go out to a club dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, teasing me that she was going to enjoy herself again. Unfortunately, it happened to be the wrong time of the month and she stayed in instead. She is going out again this weekend, so perhaps there will be more to tell in a future chapter. Onto this story now.

There was a Saturday night in February 2005 that kicked everything off when it came to Angelina's naughty antics outside our relationship. A friend she hadn't seen for two or three years happened to get back in touch and had arranged to come up for a drink that night. As she was driving up and wanted to have a few drinks Angelina had asked her to stay overnight, so she could drive home the next day. Her friend, Alicia, agreed. I was immediately joking about a threesome. It was a joke. I didn't think anything would happen at all. I had met Alicia once for about ten minutes and didn't know her at all.

Alicia is a year older than Angelina, so at the time she would have been 27 and Angelina 26. I was 24. Alicia had lost a lot of weight but she was still a bigger girl than Angelina. She had bigger tits, rounder thighs and her ass more curvy. She wasn't bad looking and the first time I had met her I said to myself that I would have given her one - if I wasn't with Angelina. She is one of those girls who you'd imagine would have a mouth like a sewer. You would be right. But she is a great girl and with the right balance of personality and looks to make sure she could pull any man.

Saturday night came and I had planned to leave the girls to themselves so they could catch up and have a girly chat. Perhaps it was the fact Alicia had brought a bottle of vodka or because I'm a horny bastard, I honestly can't remember which, but the three of us ended up drinking together at a table in our house. I was facing Angelina, and Alicia was between us on my right. Alicia was wearing jeans and a vest top. My Angelina was wearing a boob tube, denim skirt, patterned tights and boots. We were talking about everything and nothing, but I became more and more aware that Alicia was constantly looking at me when she talked. She didn't divert half as much of her attention to Angelina. As the vodka hit us the subject inevitably turned to sex. I can't remember who started it or how we got on to it, as Angelina and I are very private with our sex life and wouldn't normally openly discuss it with friends. But Alicia's the kind of girl who calls a spade a spade. And a cock a cock.

Somehow it came up that my fantasy was to watch Angelina get fucked by another man as I watched. My fantasy wasn't nearly as strong then as it is now and at the time I doubt I had given it too much thought. In fact, I am sure of it. It was a fantasy and nothing more. It wasn't something I was determined to make sure became a reality. Quite the opposite. It was just something to talk about in bed and to spice up our sex life. Alicia told us not to do it, that it would come between us. My suspicion was aroused. She explained that everything but fucking was ok. Angelina inquired further. What we heard next was more of a shock to Angelina than me. I didn't know Alicia. I had no prior opinion to shock. Angelina had known her for ten years! And she had no idea.

Alicia and her partner Connor would invite different couples, sometimes more than one couple, sometimes just a man or a woman on their own, down to his house most Saturday nights while the kids were out of the way. Then each couple would have sex in front of the others. It didn't sound like they were swinging, but both me and Angelina were very interested. We didn't hear at the time, but later - I cannot remember whether it was that night or another night on the phone - Alicia said that the women would usually get it on with each other while their partners watched. Alicia explained how once they had got carried away and as she had sucked Connor's cock another man had come up behind her and asked if he could fuck her. She told him to shove his cock up her cunt. Connor went with the flow but afterwards he wasn't happy about it and asked the guy to leave.

Alicia got a text on her phone and Angelina started flicking through a holiday brochure. The conversation stopped. I couldn't let the moment of horniness pass. Angelina had never done anything with a girl. She denied that she had even kissed one. But we regularly fantasised about it and she had told me many times she wanted to taste a pussy. With Alicia so flippantly talking about the women getting it on with each other I think we both knew what we were up for.

Somehow I got Angelina's attention quietly. She was still facing me with Alicia between us to my right. I cannot remember whether I signalled for her to do it or whether she did it off her own accord, but the next thing I knew Angelina was pulling her top down to flash me her lovely little titties. Alicia didn't flinch. I made sure she knew she had missed something by saying something like "yum" and making my approval clear.

Alicia finished using her phone and asked what she had missed.

"Angelina flashed me her tits."

"Oh really," Alicia started. "Do it again!"

Angelina pulled her top down - she wasn't wearing a bra - and her sexy titties were on display. Alicia reached out and cupped them. Then she moved off her seat and tweaked and kissed them. Angelina smiled and moaned. I asked her what it was like.

"Lovely," she said, caressing Alicia's head as her tits were smothered in kisses.

My digital camera was sitting on the table and needless to say I was snapping photographs of what was happening within seconds. I took 37 pictures in all and Alicia was up for them all, posing with each of Angelina's nipples between her teeth. Angelina's top eventually came off and Alicia could really get to work on those tits. She was bent over with her ass in the air, her low-cut jeans exposing her thong. She would look right into the camera as if this was far from the first time she had been snapped being naughty. Then she would return her attention to Angelina's nipples. Angelina isn't one for having her tits touched too much. She gets too much pleasure from other areas. But this time she just sat there and smiled from ear to ear. She later told me that nobody had touched her tits as well as Alicia. And certainly no man.

Angelina was smiling, almost laughing in every picture while Alicia was the model professional with a sultry, serious look. But it was obvious who was the more experienced. Alicia is one dirty bitch and if she wouldn't admit to being bisexual, I'd love to hear her explanation.

"Mmmmmm," Angelina moaned, running her tongue over her lips and putting her other hand around Alicia's back.

In many of the photographs you can see Angelina is pulling Alicia back into her tits. My cock was aching in my jeans.

After about fifteen minutes of snapping pic after pic Alicia grabbed the camera off me and told me to get myself over there. She ordered me to down on my knees and to take over the pleasuring of Angelina's tits while she took some photos. Angelina and I kissed for the camera, I took her nipples in my mouth and I squeezed her breasts for all they were worth. I couldn't believe what was happening, or that it was happening to me. I was overwhelmed to say the very least. Her tits tasted lovely, especially mixed with Alicia's saliva. They were as erect as bullets and I enjoyed every last second that I felt them.

Suddenly one of them told me to stand up - most likely Alicia as she was certainly taking charge. I did as I was told and Alicia undid my belt buckle and unzipped my jeans. I looked at Angelina. I half-expected to get hit, but she just kissed me. She was more sure of what was happening than I was.

Angelina broke the kiss and pushed me to stand up straight again. My erect cock was sticking out and she took it into her mouth. Alicia snapped the camera on me getting my cock sucked good by my girlfriend. She would suck the head, run her tongue all round it and then deepthroat me as far as she could. I could tell she enjoyed being watched and that she was determined this would be no run-of-the-mill blowjob. Angelina was determined to show her friend that she was a great cocksucker.

I never realised my girlfriend was capable of being so filthy in front of someone else but yet here she was taking every inch of my cock into her mouth and down her throat as her friend looked on. It wasn't long before Alicia had seen enough. She took my cock away from Angelina and started to wank me. She knew exactly how to pleasure me. I can't get enough of it when a girl combines jacking me off and sucking me, bringing me close to orgasm with each and then swapping to the other before I can cum. Suddenly I had two girls taking it in turns to do that to me. I moaned as Alicia wanked me and rubbed my cock all over Angelina's nipples.

Then came one of the best moments in my life. I think any guy who has been lucky enough to experience it would agree. My cock was as hard as stone and jutting straight out in front of me. Both Angelina and Alicia were on their knees. The camera was back on the table. These two weren't about to take it in turns anymore. They both started to lick my shaft, either side, from tip to top and back again. I tenderly stroked their heads, hoping this would last forever. Angelina took my cockhead in her mouth while Alicia continued licking the shaft. I had to do everything in my power not to shoot my load. Alicia was licking my balls. I had to last.

They swapped. Alicia started to suck my cock as Angelina licked everywhere else. It was utterly fantastic. My girlfriend letting another sexy girl take the lead. I was living out the greatest fantasy of my life.

Suddenly Angelina sat back and watched for a short while as Alicia sucked my cock in front of her. This wasn't what Alicia wanted just yet. She reached over and started to pull at Angelina's tights. She was going for her pussy! I wasn't getting my cock sucked anymore, but it wasn't much of a price to pay.

Alicia and I pulled Angelina's tights down to her ankles. Her panties too. Her skirt was up to her waist as she sat down with her pussy and tits exposed. I drove my fingers inside her as Alicia took a couple of snaps with the camera. I was told to lick her. The last of the photos was of my tongue in Angelina's pussy, below her clit, as Alicia's fingers started to probe. The camera was quickly forgotten as Alicia and I took it in turns to fingerfuck my girlfriend. I don't remember Alicia licking Angelina's pussy. I cannot be certain due to the alcohol. But as far as I can remember she didn't.

"Fuck," Angelina moaned as her friend's fingers plunged deep inside her pussy.

I sat back to enjoy the sight and Angelina licked her lips at me. She was loving the attention. Her pussy had been soaking wet. Alicia seemed to be loving it too.

I stood up and Angelina sucked my cock again as she spread her legs wider for Alicia to fingerfuck her. The moment was sheer ecstasy. The harder Alicia fingerfucked her, the harder Angelina sucked my cock. I just stood there enjoying myself and watching all that was on view. Angelina's face and moans were enough to almost have me coming, never mind the beautiful blow job. Alicia didn't fingerfuck her for very long before she was back to sucking my cock and Angelina sat on her own, touching herself as she watched us.

Alicia was fantastic at sucking cock. I was enjoying every second, every slurp, every suck, every minute detail that this dirty bitch was providing me. I started to fear I would be in trouble with Angelina in the morning, as it was obvious I wasn't just enjoying the dirty fact that another girl giving me a blow job - I was enjoying the blow job itself. I was loving it. I was making more noises when Alicia sucked my cock than when my own girlfriend did.

Angelina and I hadn't had an easy start to our relationship and at this stage we had only been together for a year. I didn't know how she would be feeling inside. I had to keep that thought in my mind or anything could happen. Alicia certainly didn't seem to mind how far we took things.

Alicia sucked my cock harder and harder, stopping at the tip now and again to seductively tongue round the head. Her technique was very different to Angelina's and I loved it. I couldn't deny it. I wouldn't deny it. I would maybe have to play it down, I thought. At the very least, I wouldn't rave about it. But I didn't want it to stop. That was the truth. I could have had Alicia suck my cock for an hour while Angelina watched and I still wouldn't suggest she stopped.

Alicia pulled her mouth away and told me to lie on the floor. My nerves were going crazy. Never in my wildest thoughts and jokes about us having a threesome had I seriously thought it would go this far. I lay down and the two of them stripped my top off and forced my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. Alicia dropped her jeans and thong, exposing her shaven bald pussy. She wanted to sit on me and even had my hard cock in her hand and at the entrance to her juicy cunt, but here is the bit where alcohol can be a bastard. I cannot remember what stopped us. Angelina says she didn't tell her not to and I cannot think that I would have. But I was worried that when the drink wore off that Angelina wouldn't think it was such a good idea for another girl to sit on my cock. So I can only imagine either Angelina or I or perhaps both of us showed a little reluctance and that was enough to put her off.

Alicia played with my cock for a short while as Angelina rubbed her clit teasingly above my face, ever so slightly brushing her pussy lips against my tongue. But the moment for Alicia and I fucking had passed and these actions on the floor were nothing more than a come down. Eventually we all got up and I went to the toilet. When I came back downstairs the two girls were talking about a completely different subject and acting as if nothing had happened. Round 1 was over. It did come up again in conversation sooner or later, though.

Alicia taunted that her man, Connor, a good 19 years older than me, would have given her a good seeing to, and that I would have to be a lot better if I wanted to keep up with him. I tried to explain what had happened but Angelina interrupted, asking more questions about what her and Connor get up to. Alicia went into only brief details but said she would tell him we were interested in the same things and suggest the four of us meeting up for a night at Connor's. She asked us not to tell him what the three of us had done. I couldn't help but wonder what he would think. Would he be annoyed if he found out that his girlfriend had sucked my cock and almost fucked me behind his back?

Alicia stayed the night but in the spare bedroom. Angelina and I fucked for hours in our room. I had her up on all fours, facing the door. We both later confessed to fantasising that Alicia would hear us - we were both deliberately reckless with our noises - and join us for a proper threesome in the bed.

Again the next day we confirmed that we would be up for the four of us meeting. It was only a matter of hours later that Alicia was in touch to tell Angelina that Connor was very excited by what she had told him - whatever that was - and that he wanted to meet us first, to check us out or give us the once over. We weren't sure. I overheard Angelina suggest Tuesday night, only 48 hours away. Alicia agreed. It was set.

Tuesday night came and Angelina drove us to Alicia's. They didn't live together at the time, and both were coming out of serious relationship break-ups. In Alicia's case, a marriage. Every time I looked at Alicia I couldn't get it out of my head that she had sucked my cock and fingerfucked Angelina. It was mindblowing. The two girls seemed to take it in their stride. I fantasised they had done it before with each other, but they had both already laughingly denied it and Angelina still to this day denies it. She also says she had never even had an inkling that Alicia was in any way, shape or form into other girls, threesomes, foursomes or swinging.

Alicia drove us to Connor's and he was a very quiet but friendly guy. He made both Angelina and I welcome, handed me a beer and put on the Champions League football on the tv. He had also left out a few lads mags to flick through. FHM, Loaded etc. A bit softcore for my liking, but then again Angelina and I might have been put off at the time if this older man had thrown in some hardcore pornography. Then again maybe not. Not when the beer kicked in. Alicia led the conversation and there was no discussion about if the four of us would get together for a sexy night in. Just a discussion of when the four of us would get together for a sexy night in! I didn't know if there had been a secret signal between Alicia and Connor, but he had obviously gone from wanting to meet us to wanting to meet us again. Dates started to get thrown about as the girls planned around their times of the month, while Angelina and I were about to go on holiday for a week so that had to be accounted for. A Saturday night for 3 and a half weeks later was finally chosen as the best time.

"Any chance of a sneak preview from you two?" I asked the girls, as I opened the third of three beers.

Alicia laughed. "That's what he's been asking me since Sunday."

We received no sneak preview.

Angelina mentioned a couple of times on holiday that Alicia had sucked my cock and that she would have to return the favour to Connor. At the time this was something I wasn't happy about. In fact, I was downright insecure about it and pleaded with her not to do anything with him. I begged her just to get it on with Alicia for us to watch. She seemed annoyed, reminding me of what we often fantasised about in bed, but she agreed. My doubts raged when she coyly mentioned how attractive he was for a man 16 years her senior.

In the week running up to us going to Connor's I was both nervous and excited, wondering if Angelina would keep her word. I asked myself, what if she kissed him or briefly touched his cock? I was terrified of the consequences. I was young. I was naive. I didn't know how turned on certain things could make me. Even in the car on the drive to Connor's I again pleaded with Angelina not to do anything with him. I could tell her opinion was very "Well what's the point of going then," but she promised.

In the next part, you can find out all about our night with Alicia and Connor and if Angelina kept her promise to me.



Angelina and her Husband



Good evening, ladies, and gentlemen welcome to E Television Exclusive, this is your host Percy Percival. We are honored tonight to have the very lovely Angelina Jolie and her husband Brad Pitt. We have tried for months to have Ms. Jolie on our show only to be denied but now she has called us and asked to be on. I truly expect tonight's show to be a bombshell so don't go away, we'll be right back after these brief commercial messages.

Welcome back, let us get right to our live interview, Now Angelina, if I may call you that, what, no? Oh sure, now Ms. Jolie I am going to assume you are here to deny the terrible rumors about you and your co-star Russell Crowe.

"No why would I want to deny that, it's true, I banged Russ from the first day of rehearsals right on through to the wrap party. I think I've managed to turn that ruffian into a lover who could please me." 

Uh, well OK then maybe I should ask just why you came on our show.

"I want to set the record straight about that dried up old crone Jennifer Aniston and Bradley here. Tell the people Bradley,"

"I have had nothing to do with her." 

Yeah I hear you Mr. Pitt but...

"His name is not Mr. Pitt if it is Mr. anything its Mr. Jolie."

OK, maybe I can call you Brad, is that OK? Good, well Brad as I was going to say, talk is cheap and our audience will need something besides your word for proof.

"You want proof, we'll give you proof, go ahead Bradley show the man."

"But dear, we're on TV I can't show him on TV."

"Sure you can just turn you back to the camera; you always say that's your best side anyway."

"Yes dear"

Brad, what are you doing, this is live, oh my god ladies and gentlemen, Brad Pitt is dropping his trousers on live TV. Brad whatever is that contraption attached to your genitals. 

"That's my (censored) cage and do you see that little padlock here, well the only key for that is around Ms. Angelina's neck."

Let's break for a few words from our sponsors, don't go away we'll be right back.

Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, we are talking to Brad and Angelina Jolie and if you remember, Brad was showing us, well me actually, that he wears a chastity device. Tell me Brad doesn't this seem rather medieval to you?

"No, I don't think of it that way I think it is a sign of the times, almost Avant-garde, don't you agree Bradley."

"Yes Mam."

I see, so how long has Brad been kept this way and when do you release him for sex?

"I caged him up while he was still married to that prune, she never even knew. As for sex, nothing I want from him involves the use of what I keep locked up securely. I have a whole stable of men for that; I keep Bradley around for my oral pleasure and of course, a baby sitter."

I must say Ms. Jolie you do seem to have control of your man.

"Yes, he is pussy whipped, aren't you Bradley?"

"Yes Mam." 

So tell us Brad, what do you get from this relationship?

"I have the honor of serving my queen and goddess. Just the joy of seeing a smile on her face from some way I have pleased her gives me more pleasure than anything I've ever had."

"Aw Bradley, you're such a good boy, here you may kiss my feet."

Oh my, that certainly looks sensual, oh and I see that smile you mentioned Brad. I have to say I am envious of your life style.

Ms. Jolie is there anything you'd like to say to our audience at this time.

"Why yes, but first I'll let Bradley pull up his trousers. Now to all the women out there, get your man into a cage. Once you have his nasty urges under your control you'll be surprised how fast he becomes compliant to your wishes. I say the world would be a better place if all the men were caged in chastity and their women holding the key."

That is an interesting concept I must say. I see we don't have much time but if I may, I'd like to hear about your relationship with your dad. Have you two patched things up?

"It's funny that you brought that up as it is relevant to what I've been talking about. The reason I cut ties with him was that he had my brother's cage surgically removed against my wishes. Just because I wasn't around to unlock him was no reason to free him."

I assume you have now forgiven him...

"Forgiven, no but after I made him put a cage on I have allowed him back into my life. Of course, I have re-caged brother dear as well."

I see we are out of time, I want to thank Ms. Jolie, and her husband Brad for a fascinating interview. I'm sure, to much of our audience this is the first time they have heard of a relationship such as theirs. I'm sorry we didn't have time to take any questions from our viewers, maybe you two can come back...

"No, come Bradley you may take me home but first I want to stop by and see that cute Robert Pattinson boy from Twilight. I want to see if he's a good candidate for a chastity cage."

That's all for us tonight, once again I'd like to thank Ms. Angelina Jolie and her husband Brad for being with us. Be sure and tune in tomorrow here at E Television where we will have the cast of 'Jersey Shore' believe me folks this will be a fascinating interview. Remember you'll hear it here first at E Television. 



Angelina and I



Author's Note: Enjoy this short fantasy of one of Hollywood's sexiest ladies. If I did a woman . . . she'd be the one. ~ Red 

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If I did a Woman that was the assignment my boyfriend had given me. I was supposed to write a paper for extra credit. Since I was fucking him and he was my English professor, I pretty much had to do what he said or take an 'F'. I stopped at the store on the way back to our apartment and purchased a Playboy, Hustler, and a TV Guide. I knew I wasn't going to pick some chic from any of my classes. He'd be screwing her like there was no tomorrow the way my luck with men went. 

I got home, loaded a porn tape in the DVD player, popped some popcorn, and went to work checking out all the flesh between the pages of my "naughty" publications. I tossed the TV Guide, with that Tomb Raider chic's picture on it, toward the sofa, and focused my attention on the two lesbians fucking on the screen. The sounds of the two actresses moaning, gasping, and working themselves up into a frenzy was one I wasn't able to resist. As my eyes devoured those precious cunts and rosy nipples, my fingers worked their way over my tits and down my stomach. Soon I too was thrashing and fucking, though I was alone. 

The pages of Playboy screamed at me and I pictured Miss January's head between my legs. I closed my eyes and saw her red, lipstick-coated mouth, pucker up and take in my sweet nectar. I opened one eye open and flipped a page with my spare hand. "Oh fuck," I hissed when Miss February showed up in a barely-there nighty. Her nipples were erect and proudly displayed for my viewing pleasure. "Oh baby . . . ," I whimpered. My fingers went deeper and I fucked myself faster and harder. My hips lifted off the sofa and I knew if I didn't slow down I wouldn't know which one of these women I'd "do" and my report wouldn't get started let alone finished. 

Taking my slippery hand away from my pussy I ran my tongue over it, cleaning the juices so I could thumb through more pages. Maybe my body was sedated, maybe not, either way no more women from the glossy piece of art beckoned me on. I gave up and grabbed my TV Guide and headed to the bathtub for a nice long soak. 

While basking in the heat of the steamy water I managed to do almost the entire crossword puzzle, memorize my horoscope, and find out they were canceling my favorite TV drama because the lead actress had a kid. "Figures." I tossed the magazine to the linoleum floor and dipped my whole body under water. I thought of my Hustler publication, got up, and walked to the living room, dripping wet from my bath. 

"Hey," I greeted my boyfriend and jerked my Playboy from his hands. "Research . . . hands off," I told him. He laughed and swatted my ass when I grabbed the other magazine and went back to the tub. Emptying the porcelain pool and then plugging it again, I refilled it with another dose of hot water. Steam rolled over me as I dipped myself back into the heated abyss. 

Thumbing through the pages I thought to myself, "Shit . . . now why couldn't he assign . . . 'If you could fuck any male actor who would it be?' The choices would have been easier to choose from." I closed my eyes and soon my hands were making love to my body to the tune of Harrison Ford, a younger version of Sam Elliot, more masculine and older version of pretty boy Tom Cruise, and the rock hard body of The Rock. 

My screams of "Oh fuck baby . . . oh fuck" were drowned out by my boyfriend's persistent knocking on the bathroom door and the pending climax disappeared. "Damn," I muttered. I got out of the tub, grabbed my tools of desire, and waltzed right past him.

"Not a word," I told him. I walked through the house, dripping water, and air drying in the afternoon sunlight. The windows were open, the air was blowing in, and before long my nipples were hard and I was shivering as my long, red hair hung in heavy, wet curls down my back. I grabbed my TV Guide from the couch and my three magazines found a home on my dresser. I laid down on the bed to relax and think about the women I'd seen in both the higher priced distributions. 

Pretty soon my eyes grew heavy and I was lost to the world in the arms of my dream lover. Her lips were the fullest ones I'd ever seen. Her hair was brown and long, tied in a braid. Man, did she look hot. Her eyes were blue; when she tossed her hair back, my pulse raced. There she was, mine for the taking. She reached up and released that thick brown hair from its braid and shook it free. I groaned and muttered, "Fuck."

My legs were spread wide as she crawled onto the bed. All 5 foot 8 inches of this raging beauty was heading toward my pussy and I was feeling it throb with desire. "Come 'er," I told her. She winked.

"In time," she answered. 

"Ohhh shit," I groaned. Her tongue came out and moistened her lips. There was a moment where neither one of us breathed and then she did it. She lowered those full puffy lips to my cunt and kissed my tender folds. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my fingers grabbed her hair. "Eat me, Angie," I hissed burying her face into my slick flesh. 

Angelina Jolin ran her tongue up and down my slit. Her teeth reached for my clit and she rewarded herself with teasing pulls and tugs. The sandpaper texture of her tongue heightened the pleasure I received as she lapped over my bald pussy. My hips rose and fell against her face, coating her with my juice and her saliva. "Don't stop Angie. Don't stop!" I screamed over and over. 

"I won't baby. I want to eat you up," she answered me. I looked down on that beautiful face devouring my sex and I almost came all over it. She knew it too. She had to have known. She immediately left my pussy and rammed two of her long fingers inside my slick, dark hole. My muscles clamped around her and I shuddered. 

Her nails scrapped up and down my fleshy walls. I could feel her pulling juice from me and forcing it out. As she finger fucked me, my hand flew to my nipples and I started teasing and pulling the erect pearls. 

"Baby . . . baby?" Angelina's voice called to me. 

"Huh?" I whimpered. 

"I need it to baby . . . I need you to eat me," she said. 

That was it. I came. I came all over that sexy face. I gushed and gushed. She grinned wide, showing all those beautiful white teeth, and lowered herself back to my pussy where she belonged! Her head moved up and down, back and forth. She buried her tongue deep, sucked hard, and even bit my tender sex before slurping up as much juice as she could. "Give me some," I told her. 

She smiled at me, her blue eyes sparkling. The seductress, of most every man's fantasy and several women's, crawled her way up my 5-foot 5-inch body. She placed both her hands on the each side of my head and lowered her mouth to mine. I died. I know I did. I died and went to Heaven. Angelina's lips were covered in my come and she was sharing it with me. "Mmm . . . ," I moaned. 

I drank my nectar, swallowed, and then went to work enjoying her tongue in my mouth. We stroked each other while our tongues made friends. My hands moved down her soft skin. I felt the muscles of her back ripple as she lifted her torso in the air, and wedged one hand between us. "Ohh . . .," I said when her hand cupped my left breast. She kneaded the soft globe, pushed it back into my chest, rubbed it, and squeezed it. I felt the nipple on my right breast pucker and I looked up at her face. 

"Suck it," I told her. She grinned and lowered those precious lips to my tit. My fingers dug into her ass as she drew the pink pearl into her mouth. Her tongue stroked it back and forth, circled the edge, and then she opened wide and devoured my breast. My back arched and I bucked our hips together. Our pussies collided and she rubbed her juice all over mine. "Shit . . . oh fuck," I cried out. 

Angelina's hair cascaded over me and my fingers moved from her tight ass to her brown locks. I pulled them and yanked her head from my tit. "My turn."

That smile was there again. You know the one. The big, sexy, come and get me grin that she plasters on her leading men . . . just before she shoots them or kicks their ass. Well . . . she gave me that grin. I rolled her to her back, turned my body around, and climbed on top of her. My mouth went to her sex and hers went to mine. 

I was just about to stroke those swollen lips when I stopped. "Fuck," I thought to myself. "This was Angelina Jolin's cunt. I have to study it. I mean how often would I dream about Angelina Jolin's pussy in my face? Not very often!" 

Her cunt was as hot as she is. It looked like the most perfect jewel I'd ever held in my hands. I ran my fingers over the slick lips, barely grazing the skin. I didn't want to bruise that flesh. She'd trimmed her pussy for me. There was a small thin strip of hair. That strip beckoned me, tempted me to run my tongue from the tip to the bottom and back again. I did. My tongue snaked out and I slid it slowly from the top of her trim pussy hairs to the bottom, where they stopped right on the curve of her moistened clit. She bucked up. Her juices slipped over my nose and I breathed in her scent. Again . . . beautiful, simply that, just beautiful. Her cunt smelled like the sweetest perfume on the planet and it was all mine. 

As I admired the tender morsel of womanhood, Angelina was taking her time on my pussy as well. I felt her fingers reach out and play with my cunt lips. She teased the hot flesh, squeezed me between her fingers, one hot, slippery lip between the digits of each hand. I moaned against her cunt as she flicked my clit with her long fingernails. "Oh fuck, Angie," I muttered. My tongue slipped between her lips and I gathered her juice up, swallowed, and dove in for more. 

Angelina began to thrust her tongue into my hole too. She pushed it deep. When she started moving out of my cunt she used the tip of her tongue to slide over the front edge. I pushed my face into her and started drinking while I dropped my sex deeper against her face. We ate each other out. I coaxed her honey out with my fingers. She coaxed mine with her tongue and teeth. "Oh . . . Ohhh fuck . . . ," I shouted. "I'm coming!" I screamed then lapped up her honey.

I covered her face again in my syrup and it wasn't long before she was showering me with hers. "Yes," I growled and rubbed my face in her pussy. Back and forth I rode her with my sex. My tongue lapped at her juices, her mouth sucked my honey, and we both came again. The climaxes were intense. We went to town on each other. Tongue fucking, finger fucking, we didn't care, we just needed to feed off each other. 

Rolling off her I collapsed on the bed. "Angelina Jolin in my bed! Who'd had thought that." Angelina moved over me and her tits rubbed against mine. Her pussy felt wonderful pressed against me. She bent her head to kiss me again and I heard her say, "Hey, got that report done yet." 

I made a funny face. "Report? How the fuck did you know about that?" I asked her. 

She was gone though. My eyes opened and a pair of blue eyes were looking back at me. Blue eyes, a brown haired, 5-foot 8-inch piece of masculinity hovered over my sweat soaked, come covered body. 

"I assigned it," he chuckled. "Been thinking of me haven't you? Dreaming of your blue-eyed lover?" He pushed his cock into my slick hole. 

"Yep . . . my blue-eyed lover," I answered back. His cock slid deeper; my eyes closed and there was Angelina wearing a nine-inch strap on. "Fuck me baby!"



Angelina and the 136 Extras



The story circulated by anc irresponsible journalist, who shall remain nameless, (Boris Smegg) about Miss Angelina Jolie administering oral sex to 136 extras on her latest film for 'kicks' is totally fallacious. Additionally, the unstated innuendo that her brother was also 'in line' is a scurrilous lie and will not be mentioned here.

I know Miss Angelina Jolie. She is a patient of mine. My name is Dr. Richard Don La Bouche and my specialty is nose throat and lip disorders. Miss Angelina Jolie has graciously given me her permission to discuss her case so that the truth can be known and so that others with L.L., no longer have to suffer in silence. As she so beautifully put it, "the time for shame has past". 

Lingual Lingamitis, for those of you that are unaware, is a lip condition that is rare, painful and presently without a cure. Sufferers, generally those with lip mass above.377, endure uncontrollable itches, twitches and throbbing. These symptoms can only be alleviated at present by rubbing the lips on male genital epidermis. (Medically known as Dickskin) 

I was called to the set on the day in question when Miss Angelina Jolie was stricken. You can only imagine what L.L. does to a woman with a .684. I have difficulty even writing about it - as would anyone with a heart.

I am happy to say that the good men of local 602 rose to the occasion. Those that came to help Miss Angelina Jolie in her time of distress are nothing less than heroes. Watching those men unzip one after the other made me proud to be an American; and I'm here to report that not 136 but 142 of our finest gave and gave until the attack subsided.

My friends, I saw selfless acts of bravery by those good men. I saw the tired, drained and exhausted get back in line. I saw buddies holding each other up to give Miss Angelina Jolie what she needed. Some even volunteered to give of themselves to her other orifices but I explained to them that she only had L.L and not C.C. or A.A.

I myself am no hero, but when Miss Angelina Jolie came to my Office today, with her meaty cockteasing lips quivering, I was moved: even a stone would have been. I did what I could.

In order to administer the necessary treatment, I had to get her lips into the proper stretched position. Miss Angelina Jolie, gracious lady that she is, took off her top and bra to bring my first aid tool to attention. That bitch lady has some pair of tits lovely breasts.

Instrument in hand, I prepared to insert it into her hot mouth oral orifice. She kindly asked if she should remove her serrated tongue piercing. I said, with my most jovial bedside manner, "If it's good enough for Billy Bob, it's good enough for R. D. La Bouche". 

Her kindness knows no bounds. As she engulfed the instrument, she looked up with eyes that said, "thank you Doctor". With a mouthful of member, she pointed to her nipples and said, "hih a hug". I wasn't sure but when I saw that she was pointing to her nipple rings, I said "you want me to…? 

"Hih A hug," she said again.

"Oh, give a tug – all right, you hot twat dear.

Her nipples popped as I yanked and she looked up as she bobbed; she gave a thumbs-up smile. She masticated the monster tool instrument. The treatment was working and she was sucking. I'm talking Hoover here, but like a cock sucking whore pro lady.

She stopped momentarily and considerately asked, "May I cradle your balls Dr. La Bouche"? Most women would have just grabbed them, but not Miss Angelina Jolie.

There is no better feeling for a physician than fucking relief. Like the pressure of pent up liquid finally Yes! Yes! released. Like jets of cum fired off into the cocksucking whores mouth and throat air out of a balloon. Then the final explosive cords of man juice forming beads of balm to soothe the lips of the cum gargling slut Miss Angelina Jolie.

(First draft: Remind Carol to delete strikethroughs before submitting)



Angelina and the Ambulance



The phone jangled me out of a particularly erotic dream at 6:30 AM. I was pretty disoriented, trying to make the leap from Salma Hayek's hot tub back to my dumpy bedroom. But even in that state I knew it had to be one of two things: a family emergency or Dickie, the scheduling supervisor at work. Fortunately it was Dickie.

"What do you want, Dick? It's my day off."

"I need you to go cover Schaeffer's shift out at Community Hospital."

"I'm sleeping, Dick."

"Come on, Harris, give a guy a break. You're the sixth person I've called since Schaeffer called in. Besides, girl, I thought you could use the overtime."

Dickie was right, I could use the money. I'd moved out of my ex's apartment a couple of months ago and was finding it a little hard to make ends meet on my own. I asked who my medic would be. 

Angelina Shea. My heart fluttered. Gorgeous and smart, she was one of the best medics in the whole ambulance company. For a moment I hesitated; would I be able to keep my mind on the job with her in the passenger seat for twelve whole hours? I decided that the chance to work with her was worth the risk. I gave Dickie a hard time for another minute or so, then agreed to take the shift.

"All right then, Harris. Get a move on. Shift starts at eight."

When I arrived at Community, Angelina was already in the back of the ambulance, counting her drug box and checking the supplies. "Where's Schaeffer?" she asked with a frown.

"Out sick. Guess you're stuck with me, Shea."

"Hm," she grunted and went back to counting the gauze pads. Oh great, I thought, this is going to be a long shift.

On the other hand, there were compensations. As I walked around the ambulance, checking the lights and mechanicals, I stole glances at Angelina through the windows. Her long auburn hair fell in waves around her shoulders and she hooked it back over one ear with a short, shell-pink nail. I imagined those nails lightly tracing the curve of my breast. She paused to twist her hair into a knot at the nape of her neck and clasp it with a barrette. I imagined twisting that hair around my fist as I pulled her into a powerful kiss.

And, oh, her perfume. Our first call came in and she came around to the passenger seat. As I searched for the street in my map book, I slowly became aware of a spicy musk that reminded me of the scent of an aroused woman. I swear, my mouth actually began to water and I felt a frisson of excitement in my clit.

We took a couple of easy calls together. I had to lean heavily on the map book, since I hadn't driven in that part of town in a while. Angelina made helpful suggestions when I got stuck, but otherwise we rode together in silence.

For my part, I decided to make up for my poor navigational skills by being the best assistant she'd ever had. When she was working up a patient, I tried to anticipate her every need. I watched how she worked and quickly learned how she liked things done. We worked smoothly together and I appreciated her deft skill and her gentle way with the patients.

She was strong, too, and had no trouble holding up her side of the stretcher as we lifted patients into the back of the ambulance. She moved gracefully within the cramped space of the patient compartment and I could see that she had to have a supple body under the unflattering, baggy jumpsuit uniform we both wore. I imagined tugging her zipper gently down to discover what she was wearing underneath.

As we worked together, Angelina gradually thawed. She even smiled once when I suggested we bring back a dozen donuts to butter up the ER staff. My heart skipped a beat. I silently vowed to bring donuts to every ER I worked out of for the next month.

Things slowed down for a while in the afternoon. We had time for Angelina to go help out the ER nurses and for me to wash and polish the rig in the ambulance bay. I had just finished and was strolling past the nurses' station on my way to the Coke machine when Dr. Lewis called me over. I remembered him from his previous post at General Hospital in the city, where I usually worked.

"Harris! You driving today?"

"Sure am, Doc. What's up?"

"Thank God. You can drive like a bat out of hell when you want to, can't you? Well, I've got a volunteer squad coming in from Farmersville with a guy who got mangled in some farm equipment and he's bleeding out."

"Sheesh, Doc – what are you going to do?"

"We can't handle that kind of trauma here. He'd bleed to death in the ER before we could page in a surgeon, and our blood bank is a joke. Where's your partner?"

I called Angelina on the walkie-talkie and she hurried over. The doctor brought her up to speed and told her what the game plan was. We'd transfer the patient to our stretcher in the ambulance bay, Doc and Angelina would start IV's on him, we'd toss him in the rig and I'd drive like hell to the trauma center at General. With any luck, he'd live until the trauma surgeons could patch him up. 

The volunteers were five minutes out, so I called dispatch while Angelina prepped the IV sets and got out the rest of her supplies. 

In no time, the volunteer ambulance pulled into the bay. A couple of nurses yanked open the back doors and a trickle of blood poured out. Oh shit, I thought, this guy's in bad shape. We pulled the stretcher out and Doc Lewis and Angelina each took an arm. They both got lines started on the first try and I felt a glow of pride in Angelina's skills as I trotted to the driver's seat. I heard the stretcher lock into place and the back doors slam, and I hit the lights and siren and pulled out of the bay.

Traffic was surprisingly light as I smoothly danced through the city streets on my way to the expressway. I felt completely in my element as I worked the siren and dodged through intersections. I spared a glance into the rearview mirror and saw Angelina with the cell phone tucked onto her shoulder, talking with General's ER while she squeezed the bag of IV fluid with both of her strong hands. She glanced up and caught my eye – I thought I saw a flicker of fear before she looked away.

On the expressway, traffic melted before me. I accelerated smoothly and surged into the left lane. With nothing in front of me for half a mile, I glanced back at Angelina. She was still squeezing the IV bag and looking at the display on the heart monitor. Again she caught me looking. I couldn't hear her voice over the scream of the siren, but I read her lips. "Faster," she said.

"Faster," yes, Ma'am: I could give her "faster."

I gripped the steering wheel lightly but firmly. I pressed the accelerator to the floor and felt the ambulance respond with another surge of speed. I glanced at the speedometer – it was pinned at 120 MPH. The car swayed gently at this speed and I could feel the texture of the road in my seat, in my sex, in my whole body. I felt like a part of the machine as we moved together; I was in total control and she responded beautifully to my touch. The knowledge of what we'd all look like if I lost control added a spice of danger. It lasted forever. It was over in an eye blink.

We pulled into the ambulance bay at General and a small crowd of nurses and interns had the stretcher out almost before I had the car stopped. Angelina joined the swarm as they hustled through the door and down the hall toward the trauma suite. 

The driver of another ambulance winked at me and sniffed the air. "Hot brakes," he said with a grin. "How fast were you going, anyhow?"

"I don't know. It doesn't go up that high." I grinned back, still on top of the world. He shook his head and ambled off inside to watch the show. 

I went back to have a look at the state of the rear compartment. What a mess. There was blood everywhere, wrappers and gloves and bloody towels on the floor and the bench. This was going to take a lot of work. I went inside to the phone to call dispatch.

"Hey, Fred, the rig is trashed. You think we could wash her up at the garage here?"

"Yeah, go ahead, Harris. Lemme know when you're on your way back to Community, all right? New crew is on at eight."

As I hung up the phone, Angelina walked over pushing the filthy stretcher, adrenaline crash making her feet drag a little. "He's on his way up to surgery," she said. "He probably won't make it, but we got him here okay." I took the stretcher and we walked slowly toward the ambulance bay.

"You were great, Angie. I don't think half my partners could've done it."

"Well that was some driving, Laura. If my watch is right, we made it here in seven minutes flat. I've never seen anything like it." A glow of pride warmed my belly. I glanced up at her face and she was already looking at me. I felt a thrill as something primal moved behind her eyes. 

We reached the back of the ambulance and Angelina looked from the stretcher to the trashed interior. "Yuck. We've got work to do."

"I got us the garage around back. There's hot water and rags and disinfectant, and we can restock."

"Good one, Laura. Let's go."

We drove around to the garage and I punched in the security code and pulled inside. The door closed behind us. We got out and opened all the ambulance doors and pulled out the stretcher. Angelina got to work on the stretcher while I attacked the compartment. Unlike the start of the shift, she was quite chatty and we passed the time telling stories about interesting calls and challenging patients. All the while, I was still feeling the fizzy excitement of being near her and the afterglow of the drive. She was witty and a good storyteller, but I could tell that she was feeling a little giddy, too.

We finished up and she asked for my help putting the stretcher away. We lifted up the stretcher and as we rolled it into the ambulance, our eyes locked. I clicked the latch home without looking, and she stepped toward me. Our bodies touched and our breath mingled. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. She waited. I reached up and cupped her face in my hands. Suddenly, we were locked together, our breasts pressed against each other, our lips devouring each other, tongues exploring, hands, arms, legs... Fire flowed in streams from every part of me that touched her, straight to my clit. 

We broke apart for air and searched each other's faces. "Stretcher," she said, and we moved as one into the back of the ambulance. We sat on the stretcher and she surprised me by pushing me onto my back. She pinned me down with her hands on my shoulders and kissed me hard. She pulled the zipper of my jumpsuit all the way down and leaned back for a moment to look at me. She smiled and murmured, "Who knew you were so sexy, Laura?" 

She yanked the trauma shears from her cargo pocket and caught my panties over my hipbone. One snip there and another at the other hip and I lifted slightly as she snatched my ruined panties out from between my legs. She smiled again when she saw how wet they were. 

Angelina slid her slim fingers under the edge of my bra and pushed it up, freeing my full breasts. She cupped them in her hands and bent to take one nipple between her lips. She sucked and bit it and I felt twin thrills in my breast and clit. 

I must have moaned because she chuckled low and drew her nails down over my ribs and cupped my vulva with one pink-nailed hand. She slowly drew a finger up, sliding in the juices along my outer lips to the spot where she could feel the hard nugget of my clit, straining out between my lips. I shifted my legs wider apart and she chuckled again. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them with obvious pleasure. "Mmmm, Laura. Wish I had time to fuck you right. " 

Then she moved both hands back between my legs. One slim finger slid into me, and I was so open I could barely feel it. Her right hand began a slow, insistent rhythm with my clit. She gave me two fingers, then three. She pumped her left hand in and out of me, in rhythm with the exquisite pressure on my clit. Faster and faster she worked, then she switched, thrusting and working my clit with just her left hand when she felt me teetering at the very edge. 

As I crashed into a blinding orgasm, she pressed her right hand over my mouth to muffle the scream. I came and came. It lasted forever. It was over in an eye blink. 

I must have lost consciousness for a second because when I opened my eyes she was smiling down at me and drying her hands on a towel. Usually when I come that hard I can hardly move afterward. This time, though, I felt energized and alive. I sat up, pulled down my bra and reached for her.

Wordlessly I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately. I reached up and flicked the barrette out of her hair and thick auburn waves cascaded around her face. I tugged down the zipper of her jumpsuit and saw through her lacy bra that her nipples were already hard and ready for my touch. She shrugged out of the jumpsuit sleeves and fumbled at the clasp on the front of her bra. Suddenly the clasp released and her gorgeous, creamy breasts sprang free. My lips and tongue and teeth teased her nipples even harder as my hands cupped and kneaded her full breasts. 

Her breath came in short gasps and she moaned a little as she pulled me up into another voracious kiss. I pulled back and drew the jumpsuit and her panties down over her ample hips. I gently pushed her back onto the stretcher and kissed her again, then drew my tongue down her throat, between her breasts, and down her belly to the edge of the curly tuft of auburn hair at her mound. Her skin tasted like musk and the sweat of fear from our wild ride. 

I gently but firmly slid my hands between her thighs and drew her legs apart. I smelled the hot, sharp smell of her excitement. Her lips were glistening and I smiled up into her face as I moved between her legs and slid my hands beneath her firm ass. "Shall I take you on another ride, Angelina?" I asked. She moaned again and reached for the back of my head, pressing my face into her dripping sex. 

For the second time that night I felt completely in my element. Though I was tempted to give myself over to the sensations washing over me, I firmly told myself to keep my head and do this right, for I might never get another chance. I started with her outer lips and teased them apart with my tongue and teeth. Her wetness was musky and sweet and I plunged my long tongue into her cunt and thrust as her hips bucked and writhed. Then I pulled and sucked her inner lips into my mouth and worked them with my tongue. Angelina's breath was coming in short gasps and she moaned as my tongue finally reached her clit and began to lightly dance. 

I teased her for a moment, and then felt her hands tighten in my hair as she forced my face hard into her sex. I slid my hands under her ass, grasped her hips firmly, and began to work her clit in a slow rhythm.

"Faster, Laura!" she moaned.

"Faster," yes, Ma'am: I could give her "faster."

Angelina began to move and thrust into my face and I could feel the tension building in her, straining toward release. I felt like a part of her as we moved together; I was in total control and she responded beautifully to my touch. I worked her clit faster and faster as she built toward her climax. 

At the last moment, I plunged two fingers into her dripping hot cunt and worked her g-spot. Her breath stopped and she exploded into orgasm with a shudder. Her back arched and her hips bucked and thrust against me. I struggled to hold on and ride through her climax. Wetness exploded into my mouth and dripped down my neck and between my breasts. Suddenly the excitement was too much to control and I rocketed into an orgasm of my own. I moaned into her cunt as I continued to work her clit and g-spot. It lasted forever. It was over in an eye blink.

Our orgasms subsided and Angelina collapsed back onto the stretcher, limp. I gave her clit a last lick and kissed her outer lips closed as I drew out my fingers. I found the towel she'd cast aside and dried my hands and face and breasts, then gently dried her sex. Her eyes drifted open and I knelt next to the stretcher and took her into my arms. Our lips met in a tender kiss.

"Laura, that was amazing," she said. "Who'd have thought you were so talented?"

"You should see what I can do when I've got the time," I said, smiling. 

Just then, the radio crackled and we heard dispatch calling our car number. I reached for the back handset and responded.

"Hey, you guys about done?"

"Affirm, dispatch. Just putting on the finishing touches."

"Well, get a move on. Your relief is waiting at Community."

"Ten-four."

I turned to Angelina, who had put her jumpsuit back on and was getting her hair back under control. "You ready?"

She looked around the compartment, grabbed the towel and tugged the stretcher blanket back into place. "Looks good to me."

We stowed all the cleaning supplies and started back to Community Hospital. Again we rode together in silence, but this time the silence was full of a different kind of tension. 

About a block from the hospital, she turned to me and a sly smile twinkled in her eyes. "So. Should we bother with drinks and dinner, or just go home and fuck each other's brains out?"

It was a lot better than Salma Hayek's hot tub.



Angelina and the Geek



At first I didn't see why everyone thought Angelina Jolie was so hot. I saw the movie Gia where she played the suicidal model and she did several nudity shots during that movie and it was no big deal. I saw the Tomb Raider movie (it sucked) and she looked okay, but I think all the geeks were just projecting their adolescent fantasies for the Lara Croft character onto the actress chosen to play her. In Girl, Interrupted, she had the sexy, goth thing going, but it still didn't appeal to me. Then I saw the first promo shots for Mr. and Mrs. Smith and for some reason it clicked. Those pouting lips, those long legs, the full breasts, the scrumptious ass, I finally got it. Angelina exuded sex. Just by looking at her you knew that in the bedroom she would tear you apart unless you were able to keep up with her. Beyond any stretch of the imagination, I found out that I was indeed able to do so.

I work as a high priced freelance computer technician in Boston. I'd built up a list of high profile clients in the Back Bay and Beacon Hill area and I happily spent my days running around posh brownstones setting up in-home networks, cleaning out virus filled machines, and recovering important files. Nothing your average college kid could not do, but I get away with charging $150/hour because I'm available 24/7 and I have a reputation for turning a blind eye to any sensitive information I may happen to glimpse on my clients computer whether it be insider info, or the porn pictures they downloaded. I don't fix and tell. 

I also make sure that all the concierges of the better hotels in the area have my number. So when their star guests have computer problems in the middle of the night, I'm the one who gets the call. That was how I managed to meet Angelina. 

"Hi, Jason, It's Richard at the Four Seasons. I need you like now. I have a VIP who needs you to set something up on their laptop and she is not willing to wait until our regular guy comes in at 8am. Please call me back ASAP if you can get here."

As soon as I heard the message, I called Richard back.

"Hi Rich, its Jason."

"Thank God. Can you get here in 15 minutes?" Rich sounded pretty stressed out.

"Sure. Just let me know where to send the bill." I always joke with Rich because he hated my rates and was always trying to get me to charge less.

"We're taking care of this one. Just get here okay." Rich hung up sounding pretty testy.

I raced to the hotel and was brought up to their penthouse suite by Rich. When he knocked on the door there she was, Angelina Jolie, and she was looking real good. She had on a tight black skirt that clung to her legs which were sheathed in black stockings. She wore a plain white blouse, silk, with an open collar which showed off just a bit of her million dollar cleavage encased in a lace bra. Her hair was perfectly coiffed and her makeup was wonderfully done with a rich red lipstick. It was a classic look that on anyone else would seem like a simple get up, but on her it looked like so much more. I quickly swallowed all desire to gawk and drool while Richard introduced me.

"Ms. Jolie, this is Jason. He is very experienced and I'm sure he'll be able to solve your problem."

"Hello Ms. Jolie. I understand that you are in a hurry so why don't we get started. Where is your laptop setup?" I was amazed that I was able to speak so calmly in front of this sexpot. 

"Thank you for skipping the formalities. I have some sort of special software that the studio set up for video conferencing and I've used it like a thousand times and now it just isn't working." Ironically, Angelina seemed to be the one losing her composure. She took me to the sitting area of her enormous suite where she had the laptop setup on a coffee table in front of an elegant Victorian couch. 

"When are you scheduled to have the video conference?" I asked.

"In just about 10 minutes." She replied as she bit her full bottom lip prompting me to think of exactly where I would like to see those lips.

"If you'll please excuse me, I need to get back downstairs." And with that I was left alone with the sexiest woman in show business. 

"Okay, let me get into this." I sat down on the couch and started checking things out. She sat down next to me to watch what I was doing. She smelled fantastic, like jasmine and vanilla. "Given the urgency, I'm just going to work as quickly as possible without explaining what I am doing." I cautioned her.

"Please, do whatever you need to do." she said and she patted me on the knee as she got up from the couch to pace around. Her touch combined with the open-ended nature of her line was enough to get things stirring in my crotch. 

After some quick poking around I found it was simply a problem with her personal firewall software which was interfering with the hotel networks firewall. I temporarily disabled her software to resolve the conflict. I launched her conference software and it opened immediately.

"Ms Jolie, I think I've fixed the problem" I called out. 

She came sprinting around from behind the couch were she was pacing and let out a yelp.

"Thank you so much. I can't believe you fixed it so quickly." I was amazed at how grateful she was. I am used to indifference at best from my clients, but for what I charge I don't really give it a second thought. 

"Not a problem. I had to disable your firewall software to make it work. Do you know how to turn it back on when you are done with the call?"

"Okay, I saw your lips moving and words came out, but you might as well have been speaking Latin." She said in deadpan manner. I politely chuckled at her dry wit.

"I understand. Would you like me to come back after your call is over?" I offered, looking forward to billing the wait time.

"I would prefer that. The call should only take me about 20 minutes." She said. 

"That's fine. I'll wait down in the bar and you can..."

"You don't need to go all the way downstairs." She interrupted, "If you could just wait in the other room during the call, you can fix the wall of fire thingy when I'm done."

While she spoke I couldn't help but notice again how outright sexy she was and while I was listening to her ask me to wait in the other room my mind was racing with the amazing amount of depraved and perverse acts I would love to perform on her body. Through my lust induced fog my mind made the connection of "other room" = "bedroom" and my mental gears ground to a halt. Did Angelina Jolie just ask me to wait in her bedroom?

In a desperate attempt to maintain my calm demeanor; I had the forethought to ask if I could fix myself a drink first. I poured myself three fingers of scotch and one finger of soda and retired to Angelina's bedroom while she worked at her computer to start the video conference call. The bed was an enormous oversized four poster King with what seemed like hundreds of satin pillows.

I chose to sit at the desk chair in the bedroom, figuring it would be too presumptuous to stretch out on the bed. I flicked on the TV, keeping the volume low so as not to disturb her call and surfed the channels for a few minutes and settled on a re-run of Seinfeld. As I sipped my scotch I kept reflecting on the surrealism of my situation. 

After about 15 minutes I heard tremendous shriek from the sitting room. I opened the door to see Angelina jumping up and down on the couch like a little school girl screaming with excitement. 

"I'm guessing the call went well." I ventured. She snapped her head in my direction and a look of surprise flashed across her face then she broke out into a huge grin.

"My computer God!" she yelled and came running towards me. Kicking off her high heels as she ran, she jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and hugging me toward her as she planted a big sloppy kiss on my cheek. 

She jumped off me and started to gush. "You have no idea how important that conference call was."

She planted another big wet kiss, this time on my mouth and without even thinking, I parted my lips to return the kiss in a much more passionate way than I think she expected. Much to my surprise, Angelina responded in kind and we slowly melted into one of those deep wet kisses that are only bourn of lust and passion.

As the kiss broke off, she leaned back and gave me the look we have all seen on screen dozens of times. That face tilted down, crooked smile, and raised eyebrows devilish look that is her trademark of sultry mischievousness. 

"I owe you." She said in a husky voice while maintaining that look. 

With that I lost all ability to stay cool "Well the hotel is more than happy to provide my services to you at no extra charge as long as you..."

"That's not what I meant." She interrupted. "I'm sure you've heard all us actors go on and on about the people who help us get to where we are. Well tonight you were the person who just got me the biggest role of my life. And I always thank my people properly. So unless you are married or gay, you are about to receive the best damn "thanks" you could possibly imagine."

My total lack of cool made me reply "Uh, okay." I was frozen in my tracks as Angelina stepped towards me until I could feel her luscious breasts grazing against my shirt and chest. She brought her hands up and placed them on my chest as she leaned in and started planting several light kisses, first on my cheek and then down my neck. My dick was quickly stirring to life in my pants as she started to unbutton my shirt, kissing my chest with each button she undid. 

My brain finally kicked in and told the rest of my body to participate. I brought my hands up and started to stroke her arms through her silk blouse. As she proceed lower and lower down my chest, I rested my hands on her shoulders while caressing her neck. When she reached my belt, my rock hard cock was making an obscene bulge in my khakis. Angelina settled down onto her knees and started to undo my belt buckle and started to moan as a stroked my hands through her thick dark hair. 

"I want to taste that cock. I want it slammed into my throat. Will you do that honey? Will you fuck my face?" she moaned up at me as she finally revealed my now steel-reinforced dick. I am not especially long, about 7 inches, but I've known for years that it was my girth that separated me from most other men. More than one girlfriend had nicknamed my member "the Beer Can". 

My thick cock's purple mushroom head was dangling a mere centimeter from her famous face. A smile spread across her lips as she reached her hand up and was barely able to wrap her hand around its circumference. "I'm going have a lot of fun with you." And with that she slithered out her tongue to lick the copious pre-cum that was oozing from my tip. She smeared the slick stuff around my entire head and started to kiss her way down the side of my turgid shaft, leaving a trail of her rich red lipstick on the side of my cock. 

When she reached the base she planted her nose into my groin and inhaled deeply through her nose. 

"I love that musky scent of a real man after a long day." She sighed and then proceeded to work her way around to the underside of my dick. She positioned her head even lower and started to slather my balls with her saliva. I thought I was going to explode right then and there but then she wedged her head right between my legs and started flicking her tongue back and forth on my perineum between my ass and balls. 

At this point I dropped my respectful "customer service" attitude that I had been clinging too and shifted into animal mode. 

"Oh you dirty fucking tramp. Only a real slut would lick me there and you are a Class A slut aren't you?"

She backed her head away from my crotch just long enough to utter "That's right; I'm a trashy piece of fuck-meat."

"We'll see about that." I growled in reply. I tightened my grip on her hair and brought her face even with my raging hard-on. 

"Open your mouth." I barked like a drill sergeant. I could tell the tone in my voice was turning her on as her whole body quivered. As soon as she parted those full rich lips, I savagely jammed my dick half-way into her mouth. Her jaw stretched to accommodate my tube steak and she started sucking on my cock like a Hoover while swirling her tongue around the underside. Tightening her grip on her hair, I started to slowly shove my cock into the back of her throat. Angelina grabbed my ass and started to pull me towards her, encouraging my assault on her throat. I felt the tip of my cock bump up against the back of her throat. I could her feel her throat muscles convulse briefly and then she relaxed and slipped my cock deep into her windpipe. I now had me entire cock buried in her face with her nose pressed tight against my groin. I started to retract my cock and Angelina kept swirling her tongue on the underside the whole time. My dick popped from her mouth, completely coated in her slick spit. A string of saliva dangled from the ridge of my dick head to her bottom lip. I had never had the pleasure of such a wet mouth before. Angelina was panting heavily and her chest and face were flush with excitement. 

She looked up at me and panted while she gripped my dick in her hands "Fuck my face you stud but don't you dare cum in my mouth. I want to see that hot jizz spray out of this beautiful dick all over my face. You got that big man."

"Who am I to argue?" I said with a sick smile.

I positioned my hands on each side of her head and started to ram my dick in and out of her mouth like a piston. With each stroke I was bottoming out at the back of her throat with such force I started to worry that I might break her nose against my pelvic bone. Spit was dripping from her mouth while I pummeled away and I could tell my orgasm was only a few strokes away. 

Angelina wiped away the spit from her chin with her hand and then brought it up between my legs and started to cup my balls while sliding a finger between my clenched ass cheeks and then started to tickle my rectum with her fingers. When she popped her index finger into my ass, I knew that was it. I could feel my balls clench and my 15-ton truck load of cum started to barrel up my cock.

I let out a primal roar as I slipped my dick from her ravaged mouth and started to jack my cock off over her beautiful face. She arched her head back and started chanting and moaning.

"Give me that hot load. I want to drown in you cum. I want to feel your warm jizz all over me."

The first thick white rope of cum shot out of my dick and arched perfectly over her sweat covered face and in slow motion, I watched it hang like a tree bough extending from my dick before gravity took over. My cum made a satisfyingly wet plopping sounds as my thick stream of semen slapped across her right cheek, crossing her nose perfectly between her eyes, running over her smooth forehead and extending into her rich dark hair. 

She jerked her head to the right slightly so that the next cum missile to erupt from my dick splashed across her gaping mouth, over those thick juicy lips, across her right eye and again over her forehead and into her hair. 

"Oh yes, drench me you fucking fire hose." She screamed as rope after rope of cum kept shooting from my dick over her million dollar face. I couldn't believe I was still cumming. I kept jacking off over her and my shots began to lose their initial velocity so my jizz started to coat the area around her mouth and started to drip off her chin onto her chest where it was dripping down between her luscious tits. 

Finally I squeezed the last drop of cum from my dick. Angelina slipped her finger from my ass and I took a stop back to gaze at the result of my one man bukkake assault. Her face was coated in a cris-cross mesh of cum. Her hair had several thick gobs of my jizz and a steady stream of moisture was dripping down the sides of her face and over her chin, down her neck and onto her white silk blouse. The mere sight of this world-famous super actress completely wrecked and drenched in my cum was enough to reverse my dicks slow decline and pump it back up to full attention. 

"My God! Does that piece of meat ever go limp?" Angelina exclaimed when she caught sight of my unflagging member through the cum that was strung across her eyelashes. 

"It's going to take more than that to tire this bad boy out." I retorted. 

Angelina's eyes went wide and she licked her lips, taking in a good deal of cum in the process. Using her hands she scooped up the cum that had pooled in her eye sockets and shoveled it into her mouth. As she licked her fingers clean she simply smiled and said "Good." 

To be continued...