Chapter 7
We had to make room on the show about "Male Strippers Who Have Been Seduced At Birthday Parties" for an unscheduled appearance of actress Kelly Fitzpatrick, who just happened to be married to superstar Nick Hathaway. As an on-screen performer, Kelly didn't display much talent. Her roles seemed prompted by her husband's influence with Hollywood moguls due to his earnings potential.
I didn't much care about having Kelly on my show. She represented low value to my audience. I have, upon occasion, scheduled celebrities. Kelly, in my opinion, hadn't acceded to those ranks; she was more a "wanna-be" who flaunted her sexy looks for the cameras. The only thing appealing about her was her willingness to grant interviews; her husband, for all his virile posturing, was shy about appearing as a guest on any talk show. He might consent to a brief spot on the Tonight Show, or David
Letterman, but adamantly declined others. When my staff learned she was in town with her husband to promote his latest movie, they hurriedly signed her. Publicity-hungry Kelly nabbed the chance.
"I'm so pleased you asked me to be on your show," Kelly gushed, sitting across from me. "I watch it all the time, even when Nick and I are on the road."
"Have the two of you decided to make another movie together?" I asked the voluptuous starlet, whose flowing blonde hair and jutting tits seemed to dominate the monitors in the background. They were, if anything, a distraction.
"Oh, we're always reading scripts. It's difficult to find the right vehicle that's right for us."
"Did you feel you were hasty in choosing Power Play, given its lukewarm reception at the box office?"
Kelly shrugged. "I liked it. Nick had his doubts, though. He's very particular about the quality of the script. He envisions every scene and how it should reflect on the screen."
"I understand he's a bit of a perfectionist."
She turned to the audience and let out a giggle. "He always wants to do a good job, if you catch my drift." The huskiness of her laughter fed the imagination.
"There's been a rumor that you and your husband were very demanding of the producer while filming Power Play. You were said to have ordered a private jet to chauffeur you back and forth from Los Angeles to New York."
Kelly waved her hand. "Where did you hear that kind of nonsense?" she dismissed, with a snigger.
I read from my notes. "You also insisted upon his-and-her voice coaches."
"That's absurd."
"You also ordered a personal chef to fix low-calorie gourmet meals for the both of you, to the tune of thousands of dollars."
"Oh, please. Somebody is telling tales out of school."
"And," I concluded my list of allegations, "you hired a physical fitness trainer, as well as a masseuse, all charged to the studio."
Kelly, momentarily losing her cool, slammed her balled fist on the podium while looking me square in the eye. "That's absolute bullshit!"
"Kelly, dear, we are being televised," I politely reminded.
"Oh, yes. Sorry." She fluffed her hair and reclaimed her polished character.
"Do you attribute the last several movies you made to your husband's phenomenal success in the industry?"
"No. I won those roles fair and square. I did screen tests and got them, hands down."
"I have a notation here that you've flatly refused to ever submit to a screen test."
She talked through clenched teeth. "Your notation is in error."
"No," I went on, consulting my notes, "according to my trusted sources-"
Kelly ripped the papers out of my hand and whipped them off stage. "Let's stick with what I have to say," she said after regaining her composure. "Okay?"
"Well," I sighed, taking inventory of her sexy presence, "how does it feel to be married to a superstar?"
She sighed. "Nick is extraordinary. He's supportive, affectionate and attentive to my every need."
I warmed to the topic. "Are you implying your husband is a good lover?"
She gave us a dreamy smile. "It's the best sex I've ever had."
"That seems to challenge the viewpoint of his former wife, Sandra Richards. She claims he was a dud."
"Come on, Barbara," she gently chastised, "you've seen plenty of his movies. You've met him in person. Does he appear to have any shortcomings? Did you find him boring?"
"Sandra has gone on record as saying Nick is impotent."
"God!" Kelly feigned indignation. "Well, I've never! Let me tell you, Barbara, there isn't an ounce of truth to it. Nick is all man. He's very sexual, very well-endowed. He wears me out completely."
I eyed her frankly. "What's the most exciting thing you've done in your bedroom?"
"That's private." She pursed her sensual lips. "I'll never tell."
"Are you sure you're not covering up for him?" I tested. "Sandra says-"
"I don't give a fuck what Sandra says," she growled, then remembering her place as guest, forced a giggle. "I mean, it wasn't an amicable divorce. She was just being vindictive, that's all."
"I think we ought to take a commercial break," I wisely suggested, hoping Kelly would get a grip on herself. Her fluctuating mood was apt to confuse viewers.
After the camera light faded, Kelly asked, "Hey, I thought I was on your show to discuss me, not Nick."
"We're getting there," I explained.
"Keanu" ran up to me. "Hey, we're running overtime. We'll have to put the male stripper on next."
I glanced at Kelly, who was positively furious to have her moment of glory cut short. After tolerating her seething comments, I decided it would be a welcome change. "Okay. I'll introduce him right after the commercial."
Kelly sank her nails into the arm rest, yet fought back her resentment.
The male stripper proved to be an interesting change of pace. Todd Henricks drew wolf whistles from the women in the audience. Dressed in a silk shirt buttoned down to display a smooth, developed chest, and a pair of tight pants that all but showed the outline of his cock, he managed to generate their full attention. Even Kelly abandoned her rancor and hung onto his every word.
"You are a male stripper by profession?" I asked the blond Adonis.
He nodded. "For the past five years."
"And you've performed at birthday parties?"
"Generally. I'm frequently requested."
I could see why. The man was indisputably virile. It was difficult to focus on anything other than what he looked like naked. I wished I had attended one of those parties at which he stripped.
"You also vouch to have been seduced at one of them?"
He nodded emphatically.
"Can you credit this to anything you did while you were in the process of undressing yourself?"
"I guess I just got the women too hot. Once they saw me down to my G-string, they couldn't control themselves. I was fair game to whatever they had in mind."
"Did you swagger in front of them?"
"It's my job."
"So, you totally showed yourself."
He stared evenly at me. "They wanted to put their hands on it."
This comment elicited a gasp from the crowd.
I shivered. "And you let them?"
"I couldn't have stopped them, even if I tried."
"I take it their forwardness excited you."
"Definitely."
The assurance of his remarks, and his outspoken masculinity were beginning to undermine my reserve. I began to feel slightly warm. I tried to establish eye contact with him, but found myself glancing over his muscled body. His large hands commanded my study; I thought of those long, thick fingers encompassing my waist, guiding me through each stage of ecstasy. "You proceeded to have sex with these women?"
"Yes."
My throat was getting dry. The proximity of our thighs was too close for comfort; I suppressed the impulse to press against him. "How many of them did you service?"
"Five."
My knees were like rubber. "You satisfied each of them?"
"Without question."
"Was there anything they requested that you were unwilling to do?"
"I took care of their every need."
Those blue eyes of his burned right through me. I was shaky, envisioning that muscled body pressed up against mine while he rotated that swollen growth against my mound. Ohhhhhhh. "Have you ever been at a party where you were unable to handle the desire you summoned?"
"Never."
My hands were getting clammy. "I believe we need to take a commercial break."
The moment the camera's light dulled, I sprang from my seat. This entire conversation had gotten to me. I took off for my dressing room. I couldn't bear to be near him another second.
It was strange, considering the very title of my show, Hot Talk, and my emotional collapse. I was weak with want from that very thing. I was seduced by the man's enticing words.
When I entered my dressing room, I hadn't bothered to immediately close the door. I whirled around, prepared to do so, when Todd appeared. He had followed me, with his confidence in tow. He stood, in all his studly magnetism, motioning for me to come to him.
God! I couldn't help myself. I plastered myself to him, eager to know every part of his magnificent body. No dialogue was exchanged. Our lust was built on frantic silence.
High on the plane of pleasure, I roamed his body. I ripped that silk shirt from his chest. I felt the rigid network of muscle across his stomach strewn with hair, then delved lower, unbuckling his pants. Todd let out a low groan, obviously delighted by my decision. The elastic rim of his underwear interrupted my investigation. Before electing to meet what it covered, I smoothed my hand over the bulge of his equipment.
"Oh, Todd," I murmured, shivering. His cock was so hard and long, and his balls so large. I couldn't imagine anything of this size entering my pussy. It was considerably thick.
Groping him, learning of his wild pulse, brought a noticeable stirring in my loins. His stimulated condition was the result of my presence, my behavior. It was his natural answer to my sexiness. The way he filled his underwear, throbbing heavily, was the product of his desire for me. The knowledge of this intoxicated me. My cunt was again sodden with juice, the walls inside constricting.
"Stroke me," Todd grunted, trembling.
I obeyed, running my palm over the huge swell. The heat of his cock seemed to intensify, burning through the cotton material. His balls appeared tight in their confines as I touched them.
"Why don't you take it out?" Todd suggested huskily, shaking from my soft manipulation. "Pull my shorts down."
His voice was hypnotic. I peeled the elastic rim away from his quivering stomach, easing it over his narrow hips and down his thighs. His cock popped into view, throbbing with life. Todd's man smell was highly prevalent here, the sweat fresh on his balls.
"Go ahead," Todd urged. "Squeeze it. Play with it."
I took his cock in my hand. It was solid, thick. I pumped him through my fist, observant of the large vein throbbing along its back. How in the world did he keep something this enormous tucked inside a G-string?
"You can't imagine how glad I was to get the call to be on your show," he advised me in a low, manly voice. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I've always wanted to get close to you, and see how sexy you were for myself."
I shivered while fondling him.
"You get me hot, Barbara. Real hot."
He was leaning against my door, groaning as I held him. He arched his spine to meet my explorative touch, thrusting his crotch. I could see from the way he swung himself at me, he aimed to enjoy every second of what would inevitably happen.
I thumbed the wedge of his thick helmet, noting the scorched look on Todd's face as I did so. He was extra-sensitive there, I assumed. When I grazed his balls, a similar reaction took place. He pressed his lips together and his cheeks flushed. His Adam's apple rippled, his stomach rising and falling harshly. His nuts were big and heavy, full of cum. As I worked his shaft, I noticed a drop of man stuff emerge from the tiny slit.
"Oh, baby," Todd groaned, grasping the back of my head. "Lick it."
He pushed forward with his cock and drove it between my lips before I had the chance to give my verbal consent. Todd's love nectar dissolved immediately in my mouth. The salty taste was incredible. Todd reacted excitedly at my compliance. Having completed what he asked, I was unable to lift my head. The pressure of his fingers kept me down.
"Swallow me," he ordered. "Oh, yeah," I murmured, letting out my tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmm. That's nice."
"Come on," he soothed, "suck me. Please, give me some relief, Barbara. After being on stage with you, I need it so bad."
I was happy to suck his thing. My tongue located the throb in his dick. Lamely, I slurped the pulsing vein, tickling the bulging helmet. As my tip flicked warm spittle, I felt his whole body quiver. Todd's features contorted as though I jabbed him with a hot poker. His electrified reaction stirred me. Knowing I was in control appealed to me. Encouraged, I deepened my suck, taking more of his cock down my throat.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, feeding me length, "eat it. Eat it good."
My lips descended his solid shaft with all the style and experience he might have expected. I pursued my natural instincts to render him satisfaction. I fastened my lips to his rigid cock, moistening it lavishly with my tongue. I afforded him a profusion of saliva-rich strokes, keen to the enthusiastic movement of his body. He thrashed about as though on fire, always keeping my head clamped near his thrusting member. It was as though he wanted to ensure a nonstop blow job. Sweat was pouring down his face, his eyes glued to the action taking place between his legs. Gaining confidence, I allowed him to see every lip-smacking second in which I had contact with his dick.
"Oh, my God, that feels so good," he grunted, throwing his head back, then rolling it slowly from side to side. "Don't stop what you're doing, not even for a moment."
"Is this what those women did to you?" I asked.
"Not nearly as good. Ahhhhhhhh."
"Get in that chair," I ordered him. "You look like you're going to fall on your face, the way you're slumped to that door."
Todd obeyed me. He practically collapsed on the seat before my vanity. I reattached my lips with lustful determination. I was going to milk him for all he had.
"Jesus," he gasped.
I dove myself into the task, wanting to bring Todd to orgasm. I was as thrilled with the prospect of fulfilling his need as he was of achieving it. I stuffed my mouth with him, vibrating my lips until he groaned, then slurped him into a state of frenzy. His cock sizzled down my throat, juicy with my spit.
Todd was half out of his mind. He couldn't seem to catch his breath, straining to observe my gobbling lips. His balls were tight with cum, his stomach fluttering with heat. He swallowed hard, choking with excitement. "Oh, baby, yes! Yes, keep going. Keep sucking it."
I kneeled between his legs, caressing his inner thighs as I orally clasped him. Mmmmm. There was a whole lot to capture with my juicy lips. My nipples expanded as I fed upon him. I ground my pussy to his leg, attempting to gratify the flushed desires of my body. Christ, I was horny.
My clit twitched as I took more of Todd's cock in my mouth, answering to that feverish part of him. I thought of a way to introduce the two of them. The outcome had to be electrifying.
"Baby, I think I'm going to cum," Todd sputtered frantically. He released my head. "You'd better take your mouth away quick. Let me slide into your pussy and finish you off."
I heard him, but refused to listen. I sucked harder, willing him to discharge. I wanted to receive the full amount of his desire.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped, digging his trembling fingers into my shoulders.
I moaned, preparing myself for the explosion of his hot seed.
"Ugghhhhh," he heaved, reddening from the seizure. "Oh fuck, uuuuuhhhhhhhh, oh, man. Jesus, aahhhhhhhh, oh, baby, baby, I knew it would be fantastic." The rush of spasms hit him hard, elevating his buttocks from the chair. He rocked wildly, shouting for air, grinding every tendon in his body as that wonderful, final tickle was rendered by my artful tongue and wiggle of my lips. "Swallow it, baby. Swallow every bit!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, downing his load.
With a strong jump of lust, he came even harder. His brain, floating on a sea of flame, was barely conscious of anything else happening as the red-hot demon inside him rapidly voided into my willing mouth.
I began swallowing the minute it spewed into my mouth. His cock jerked powerfully as it gushed its thick cream. I panted, gulping it as it poured out of him. I could see the violent rise and fall of his stomach as he emptied himself into my mouth, and heard his smothered rasp. His body still shook with the last contraction. Eventually, gravity pulled him back into the chair.
"Wow," he sighed, "that was so good. Oh, you made me feel great."
I deliberately brushed his dick with the tips of my fingers. To my utter surprise, it began to twitch and expand. I watched in awe as it once again assumed the form of a high-standing erection. Unable to contain my delight, I filled my fist with his hard cock. "God, you're big."
He seemed pleased with my adoration of his equipment. "You like my dick, don't you?"
My lips curved into a sexy smile. "Very much."
"Oh yeah?" He reached for me, dragging me toward him. "Ready for more?"
"Aren't you exhausted?"
"Not when I'm excited."
"Let's get on the floor."
"Christ," he groaned as I sank down on him. His hands clutched my ass, bringing my impaled snatch flush with his groin. His cock lengthened in me, providing a sweet ache that would only deepen.
I received him into my cunt with a gasp. I wanted more of Todd than I got before. Straddling him seemed the only method of accomplishing that. I yearned for his delicious impaling. "God, yes. Oh, yes, there's so much of you, baby, so fucking much to sit on."
"All five women sat on me at that party."
"Was it this rigid?"
"Yes."
"Ohhhhhhhh." That solid, male hardness pulled me wide open. I pushed down, taking it up my pussy.
In the next instant, I rose. My hips, set high, left a juicy coating on his stiff member. After lingering at this steep incline for several frustrating moments, I plunged down upon him with humping force. My cunt swallowed all of him again and again, treating him to some squishy friction. His dick pumped in and out of me, making me moan. I threw my head back, enjoying every piercing second. I angled my body to receive all the pleasure I could. I wanted to feel every inch crammed in my pussy. Nothing beats a hard, hot cock jammed into my cunt. God, I just oozed with pleasure as I descended a stiff cock. I loved sitting on a big one.
"Take it all," he groaned, his features contorted. "Fuck it, fuck that thing. Yeah, move those hips, bounce that ass. Jesus, your pussy is so hot and slippery. Get your cunt down on it, fuck my meat. Can you feel how big it got? Ride it, baby, ride my cock."
I lowered my tit to his mouth in the middle of his abandoned joy. His lips circled my nipple. I gasped as tingling saliva washed over it. In the next instant, he lapped it. The sensation was indescribable-prompting me to push down with my pussy. I had all ten inches soaking in my cunt. His hard dick throbbed between my clenched pussy lips.
"Suck those tits," I demanded. "Lick my nipples, clamp your mouth over them. Yeah, oh, yeah, rub my tits with your lips, squeeze them, suck it, suck it good, baby. Run your hands over them, feel them."
He slurped my taut nipples until I was delirious. His velvety strokes nearly suffocated me. He lapped my billowy globes nonstop. Both nipple and tit received oral attention. He glommed on me, enjoying my writhing flesh. The care he focused upon me had me creaming on his upright shaft.
I responded to the flurry of sensation. I slid my excited cunt lips over his solid member, deriving satisfaction from its size. Our connection thrilled me. I fell onto him in a strong rush. Todd moved with impulsive gyrations as I rubbed my horny clit. My pussy sucked long and slowly on his dick.
"Do you like that, baby?" I taunted, bunching my tits in my hands. "Want more?"
I wasn't sure if he heard what I said-his eyes were glazed with lust. I peered into them while he fucked me. Though he stared back, he wasn't really aware of me as he was the hot, wet cunt stroking his dick. His face glowed. I'm sure he was thinking about how good it felt covering his cock again and again in that clinging, hot squish. He wasn't going to stop until he shot his load into it. He plunged high into me, demanding I respond to him. That moist, grabbing sensation was exactly what he craved.
I took his hand and put it on my tit. He pinched my nipple in the heat of the moment. I moaned, bouncing on him, feeling his big thing dig into my moist pussy. He was so fucking hard, penetrating me.
I was totally conscious of his hands-how they felt when he touched me; how his fingers swam over my flesh and made me tingle. Grasping my tits, flicking my nipples, then catching my ass and pulling me down on that solid cock until all ten inches were fully embedded. These were all the delights fed me.
I reached for his balls and cupped them.
They were tight from wild stimulation, from fucking me. I traced the hard wedge of cock that dipped under my pussy lips. He strained to get the whole thing in, and keep it there. My constant wiggling must have challenged himbut how could I keep still when fucking a big dick that got me hot and bothered?
A profusion of sweat slid from my flesh. I was dripping onto him. Besides making his cock wet, the insides of his thighs were damp. The hair on his thighs became matted.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum so soon, yes, soon," I said after only a few moments on top. Riding him was more arousing than I anticipated. Watching him react to my warm, snapping pussy further eroded my willpower.
He didn't seem to be fazed by my hurried strokes. He was too engrossed in slipping in and out of my snatch, letting me rub against his hard dick. My frenzied vibrations merely served to turn him on.
"Ohhhhhh," I cried, bucking and undulating. "Yes, I want it, I want it so much. Fuck me with it, fuck my pussy." My hands streamed over my body, weaving into my furry thatch, grazing my tits, tweaking my nipples. A fever was rampant in me. It flowed through every vessel of my being, charging me with sexual energy. I whimpered as he pumped into me, filling me with his swollen cock.
Our desire for each other mounted. My hips rotated faster, grinding his thing into me. Todd grunted as he stuck it in me, hard and throbbing. He wanted that solid member planted in my quivering hole until it stretched my insides. Letting him try was thrilling fun.
I bore down with all I had. There wasn't an inch of him left to be squeezed inside my pussy. He gave me a ride to remember, causing my snatch to ache from the constant friction.
"You're stretching me, baby," I moaned. "But I don't want to stop. I want to cum with your cock fucking my cunt. I want to cream on your stiff dick. Yeah, fuck me, fuck me good."
"Slide up and down that cock, baby, up and down that thing. Your pussy needs it-it's been begging to fuck my meat. I felt it during the interview, and then when I was inside your mouth. Yeah, tell me you love it."
"I do. I love sitting on your nice, hard dick."
"Your little pussy is fucking my big cock. Your cunt juice is all over it. Ahhhhhhh, stroke me with that hot pussy, slam it down on my thing. Ahhhhhh, that wet pussy keeps it hard. Fuck my dick. I'm gonna fuck you like no man has. I want you to be satisfied. I love that warm pussy, baby. I'm gonna cum in it."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh." I came before I realized it. His stream of hot talk got my juices going. I jerked back and forth, flinging my tits in his ravaged face. I even brushed my swollen nipples into the thick matting on his chest. The burst of joy amplified the ordeal.
I recovered, sending my snatch even harder against his muscled body. I wanted him to experience my hunger. I could see by the horny glint in his expression that he wanted to give me his cum. I wanted it-every drop.
I found the erratic beat of his cock after several savoring humps, then sought to make its pattern even more irregular. I took that mass in my cunt and soaked it. My cunt lips smothered him in my tingling juices until they trickled over his balls.
His large hands spanned my butt cheeks, lifting and dropping me onto that pleasure-giving shaft. I gasped as it fucked me, penetrating my succulent tissue.
"Feels so good," I panted, humping him. "Are you getting close, stud? Want to cum?"
His chest expanded as he inhaled sharply. His cock was solid, awaiting my descent. I pushed down with my pussy, crying out as I absorbed his throbbing bulk. Though he'd visibly prepared himself, he buckled from my breathless plunge. I ground my wet pussy to him, smearing every inch of his dick with my hot drippings.
"You know you want to pump me with jism," I murmured. "I can tell-cum in me, baby, shoot your wad in my snatch. I want to feel that heavy gush."
I rocked against him, plowing myself down to his thick trunk. His balls grazed my ass when I had the entire shaft buried. My cunt grabbed everything he gave it, craving more. I squeezed his dick with all my might. The muscles in my legs trembled as I fought to contain him. The impulse to do so made me weak.
He shifted beneath me with a groan. He raised his hips as high as he could, then pitched forward and in reverse. His cock pounded into me, smacking moist tissue. The air was dense with heat and cunt juice. I smelled my pussy on him, oozing the length of his cock. I made him wet with my horny snatch.
"Jesus, you're going to make me shoot," he said.
"Yeah, do it, come on, baby, let me feel you squirt. You know you want to cum inside my pussy." I humped him harder, urging the flow of jism.
His face reddened. He swallowed, turning his head from one side to the next. I kept rising and dropping on his lap, cramming as much of him between my legs as possible. He looked ready.
"Ugghhh," he groaned. "Oh, fuck, fuck! Fuck!"
I came a second later, after his first few spurts. I'd worked myself into a frenzy. I contracted around his dick, tilting backward to savor the spasms. They continued to thrill me long after Todd had cum.
I lifted my ass, and in doing so, disengaged his cock. Cum poured out of my snatch. God! My entire pelvis ached. Stroking that massive dick was not without consequences. I caressed my pussy, smarting from the void it left. His thing plopped on his stomach, moist from jism and me.
The door flew open a second later. Kelly Fitzpatrick stood there, gaping at us.
"Jesus, Kelly," I said, looking at her. I didn't expect to be caught with Todd's load dripping out of me.
"Nice hostess you turned out to be," she said, walking over to us. "You didn't even bother to invite me."
"I thought your needs were perfectly satisfied by your husband," I mentioned. "The legendary Nick Hathaway's sexual prowess. Remember?"
"Ha! That little bastard hasn't gotten it up in the past two years-not even after I've sucked on it," she revealed. "I've lost all feeling in my lips, just working on that minuscule thing."
This was the "very sexual Nick Hathaway" to whom she was referring. The man who had given her "the best sex I'd ever had?"
Kelly pulled up her skirt, then lowered herself onto Todd's face. "Let's see what you can do, stud. Show me how you handled five women."
"Mmmmmmmmm," I heard as she fit her juicy snatch to his mouth. He reached upward with his tongue, retrieving hot moisture.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. "This guy sure can lick. Oh, yes. More, baby. Eat me. Suck that pussy."
I had thought I'd seen everything. Boy-was I ever wrong. Being in this business, I learned that anything was possible.
"I'll leave you guys alone," I said. "Somebody has to finish the show."
"Keanu" and "Lou" were outside, panic-stricken. "Your audience has wondered where you've been," they told me.
"Relax. Everything's under control."
"Where's Kelly? And Todd?"
"We'll have to do without them."
"But how do we fill ten minutes?"
I winked. "I'll think of something. I usually do."