Chapter 5
"Are you up for something completely different?"
Angelica Gray, knockout girlfriend of scriptwriter Russell Cabot, issued that soft invitation. A spectacular blonde with a nice set of curves attached to a lovely face, she was famous for making an original entrance. Russ relished taking her to parties, where she sparkled in front of his industry's peers. She insisted upon a huge wardrobe allowance, but was worth the cost. Her taste in clothes was impeccable. She also had a weakness for scant, sexy underwear-the frillier, the better.
Naturally, it drove him crazy.
She slunk into the bedroom he'd converted into an office, parading her luscious body in a nightie. It was definitely a jiggle show. Her tits bulged from the low-cut neckline, the nipples pushing through the thin material.
Russ gulped. Her intrusion had just killed the sentence that formed in his head, but he wasn't about to complain. He couldn't type, not with those things pointing at him. "Wow, honey. Is that new?"
"Do you like it?"
He nodded, though doubting the bill would make him smile. Angelica shopped exclusively at the boutiques, never the major stores. Off-the-rack usually wasn't her style, and bargains rarely attracted her eye. If Meridian Pictures hadn't paid him the big bucks, he would be in serious trouble.
"You've been working so hard, honey, I thought you needed a treat."
"That's very thoughtful of you, baby, but I've got to finish two more scenes before I shut off my computer for the night."
Angelica mischievously slipped between him and the keyboard. "You're entitled to a break."
Russ stared at those big knockers. They'd been living together three years. She was such a stunning beauty, he considered himself the luckiest man alive. A denizen of Hollywood, Russ could have had any starlet from an inexhaustible supply. Merely dropping his calling card as head writer for Emergency Room, the top-rated medical show on the air, induced panting. He was essentially an attractive guy: tall, red-haired, blue-eyed and spruce. Hooking up with a decent chick rarely presented a problem, even without his line of work. Angelica's glamour bowled him over. Her brazen style enticed him.
"I don't think I'll need more than a couple hours, baby," he said, eventually gazing at her amber eyes. "We've got a crisis on the set. One of our principal players in going on maternity leave, with little prospect of returning. I've got to craft a few scenes that patch a new character into the storyline."
"You mentioned Laura Lewis began showing, and wished to be written out sooner." Angelica nudged him with her bare thigh. "Come on, sweetheart. I'll give you plenty of inspiration."
Russ saw it was a no-win situation. Once Angelica had a plan, declining was not an option. She had very persuasive methods. The text displayed on his monitor seemed irrelevant. "How do you propose to do that?" he asked, a distinct quaver in his voice.
Those thick, pouting lips seductively slanted. As though from thin air, she produced a nylon. While stretching it, she leaned into his face and propped her plump bosom. "This is going to be so good," she murmured.
Groaning, Russ slumped in his seat. He let out his tongue to sample her satin flesh. The flimsy top made an allowance for his wiggling tip, separating from her breast. God, he could almost taste the nipple. Her perfumed scent made him woozy. His ardor burgeoned when inhaling it.
Angelica clasped his arms and steered them behind the chair. "It's most important that you have to cooperate, sweetheart."
"Sure."
She carefully bound his wrists with the nylon. It's sheer quality immediately aroused him. like her intriguing fragrance, it smacked of eroticism. The double knot, however, was unexpected.
"You're really in a naughty mood, aren't you?" he asked, grinning.
She giggled. "I haven't even got started."
Russ chuckled. Her impishness delighted him. His mission for Meridian took back burner to Angelica's tricks. He much preferred submitting to her brand of sexual antics, than toil over a script.
Angelica held a heavier piece of cloth. "Think of this as an adventure."
"What's that."
"A blindfold."
He feigned disappointment. "Don't I get to watch?"
"You get to feel, and hear. Isn't that enough."
"Do I get gagged, too."
"Anything that goes into your mouth will be soft and wet." Russ groaned. Angelica had a deliciously wicked imagination. "I'm yours to command, baby."
She soon covered his eyes and, except for the light seeping from the borders, plunged him into darkness. Within seconds of obscuring his vision, she started on his belt. He heard the tinkling of metal, then felt the tugging. His zipper came down next, the metal teeth unlocking.
"Mmmmm. You're rock-hard," she noted.
Whenever she touched him, his hormones were thrown out of whack. His nervous system instantly recognized her feline caress. His dick swelled through his navy-blue bikini briefs, enlarged to the max. Previously, he'd worn boxers, but Angelica insisted upon more fashionable wear. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that the top of his dick peeked from the elastic band.
Angelica unbuttoned his shirt, baring his smooth chest, then yanked off his pants. They slid off his thighs, then rustled in the background. He visualized her folding them and draping them over a chair. Hot hair filtered over his quivering abdomen. She drew his underwear down until his cock sprang from confinement, then disposed of them.
"God, it's so big," she whispered in perceivable awe.
He grinned. "Show me how much you like it, baby."
She exhaled over his naked thighs and equipment. He almost saw the drool forming as she contemplated blowing him. Suddenly, wetness dabbed at his bulbous head, circling the cum slit, then brushing the sides of his cock.
Russ gasped, then slouched in the chair. She was right he didn't need his sight, only his senses. The blindfold exquisitely heightened them. Not having the use of his hands added a crisp element, too. "Yes."
Angelica leisurely licked him-tiny whips that yielded strong palpitations. His balls tingled, forwarding a dizzying rush. Bubbles amassed on his knob, then cascaded down the length of his cock and collected on his taut sac.
By reflex, he struggled with the nylon that restrained him. Cupping her head and pressing so that he could regulate her intake would have been sweet, but he abided by her wishes. Submitting to her scheme entertained him.
"Lick my balls," he hoarsely suggested. "I want that tongue on them."
"Mmmmm." Angelica slapped a foamy layer atop the last, rinsing his dick in saliva. She believed in a thorough wet-down before sucking it. "Mmmmm."
Russ welcomed her lavish slurps. She traced the pronounced lip of his helmet, lightly moistening it. He emitted a bead of cum at her strokes. A dash later, it was gone.
Several moments after her oral magic, however, Angelica abruptly withdrew. Her heated breath dissipated and the press of her big tits, too. He heard her knees slither back on the carpet.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, grappling with the bonds. The nylon pinched his wrists.
"Shhhh."
Her feet quietly padded about. Russ had no clue what she plotted. Angelica excelled at games. He seldom could predict what trick she would retrieve from her bag.
She kept him in suspense for another few minutes. Her signature scent never evaporated. That expensive perfume she abundantly purchased stayed in the room. She hadn't traveled far, wherever she went.
Angelica furnished him a marvelous surprise. He detected a cooler temperature near his cock. A frosty wave seemed close, then an irrefutable ice cube pressed against him. Angelica had it between her teeth, scaling his shaft. Up and down his dick she went, glazing him with the frozen object.
"Christ," he muttered, wincing.
She slowly rubbed it over his balls. One would believe something cold would dampen the sexual appetite, but in Russ's case, the reverse proved true. Angelica brought his pulse to a simmer. Gimmicks of her invention were well-executed and carried lasting rewards.
"Jesus, baby, that's so fucking hot," he muttered, stirred by her genius. "Keep doing it."
Angelica said nothing. The cube clasped between her teeth, she did not try to utter a word. She glided over his throbbing cock, glazing it with coldness.
A new trick was in the offing. While she briskly massaged his thing, something clattered in her palms. He gritted his teeth when she brought the handful of frigid blocks to his balls. Already chilled by her initial detail, he greeted the spin she put on the blow job.
The cube slipped from her clench and landed in her hands. From there, she opened her lips and enclosed him.
Russ started. For some bizarre reason, that did not feel like Angelica. He prided himself for his heightened sensory powers, and those lips did not seem to belong to the same woman. The clasp differed, and the breasts that brushed his thighs had a conflicting texture.
"Honey, what's going on?" he asked. Again, he struggled with the knotted nylon, to no avail. Angelica had tied it well. "Hey."
She tightened on him, sucking his dick and immersing his balls in the ice cubes. A mixture of hot and cold seized him. Her oral pull silenced him. He didn't recognize the style, the flow. The woman sucking him was not his girlfriend-of that, he was positive.
She drew on him, whoever it was, plucking at the skin of his dick. The tongue action was good. He could find no fault with her technique. Despite his mild alarm, her suction pleased him.
Russ sank into the chair, the back reclining from the burden of his shifted weight. He broke into a sweat, yielding to her burst of energy. Throwing his legs apart, he granted her wider access. Her hair tumbled into his lap, then whisked back before she took another mouthful of him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned as she swallowed. Her lips met his base, released an avalanche of foam, then slowly climbed to his tip. She lashed his sides with artistic precision, then went down for another mouthful.
She discarded the cubes in a bowl, but her grope remained frigid. When the glacial waves eventually dissipated, he became more aware of her delicate fingertips. The snag of her soft, sucking lips reheated his cock and warmed the cum in his balls.
The blindfold slipped from its perch. He regained a sliver of his former sight and saw that the woman devouring him was a brunette. When she descended, he glimpsed a set of sparkling green eyes.
He twisted against the nylon. That definitely wasn't Angelica.
His girlfriend, however, had proposed a treat and made good on her promise. Arranging for someone to give him head was- likely her notion. The blindfold and nylon handicapped him. He couldn't tell exactly who went down on him, nor caress her.
Those contrasting lips that held and sucked him loosened, then receded from his cock. Foamy spittle dribbled to his sac and a draft struck him. Within seconds of disengagement, her flesh enclosed him. Russ trembled. She stuffed him between her tits. Those silky cushions hugged him. His cockbulb protruded from the top. She bent her head and extended her tongue, gently flicking him.
"Jesus," he gasped.
The pressure around his cock doubled. She gently stroked him, spreading the saliva while dabbing his knob. The licking and fondling precipitated a fresh round of sweat. The woman fucked him with her tits.
Russ couldn't help but enjoy it. She wrapped him in that smooth, hot groove and wrenched his taut skin. Pleasurable shocks radiated from his balls. "Oh, yeah," he couldn't help saying, rotating in his chair.
Through that luscious furrow, he swerved, then straight to her flapping tongue. She tickled his domed head while massaging him. His dick grew hotter by the friction of her skin.
He cursed the blindfold and his leashed wrists. He ached to see everything and not use his imagination. He could almost feel those hard nipples as he slid through that damp cleft. Smashed within that sticky trench and methodically slurped, he couldn't stop groaning.
The itch to spew was upon him. He couldn't fight it. Jism rumbled in his balls, nearing volcanic eruption. He hurled his head back and gritted his teeth, shaking hard. Those tits continued their sapping embrace.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he howled, defeated by the urge. "Oh, shit. Ughhh."
He shot all over her, wildly squirting. Whether it went into her mouth and over her cheeks and chin, he couldn't tell. Orgasm forced his eyes shut and caused his head to roll from side to side. He couldn't even warn her he was about to cum-it just happened.
In the middle of his seizure, she removed his spurting cock from its berth and smeared the cummy head over her nipples. More of his creamy cock oil inundated those pulsing prongs. He heavily gushed over her silky grain, his back thudding against the chair as it poured out of him.
He tugged at the nylon, yearning to touch her.
Whoever she was, he appreciated the gesture. The nonnegotiable fabric bonded him, denying that wish. "Arghh. Arghh."
Sometime after his coherence restored, he realized she was gone. Every muscle in his body had flexed during that massive convulsion. He couldn't recall when those tits ceased enveloping him or that tongue ended its slippery management. The blindfold came off with a flourish. His vision adjusted to full clarity and he saw that only Angelica was in the room with him.
"Who was that?" he sputtered.
Her brow rose. "It was I, all the time," she innocently maintained.
"That wasn't you, baby. I could tell."
"I don't know what you mean."
Russ, studied her face and could not spot a flinch. Angelica, normally a poor liar, returned his doubting gaze with utter amazement. Writers usually have an innate talent for reading people, and he perceived nothing extraordinary in her manner.
The purity of her demeanor cast him in doubt. Was it really her? Did the ice cubes anaesthetize him, and was the brown hair an illusion?
"Honey, didn't you enjoy my little surprise."
"Sure, baby, sure."
Fortunately, Angelica dropped the matter and left the room. Promptly, he returned to his computer screen. His cursor, he quickly learned, was in another section of his document. He has no recollection of editing that area and wondered if Angelica had probed it.
Russ scratched his head, puzzled.