Chapter 1: Introduction
I'd never been blessed with the attention of a Hollywood starlet before, and I'll admit - I was nervous. But as I looked around the crowded penthouse suite, I realized quickly: this was one scenario where they couldn't just ignore the fans. I was here for a reason, wasn't I?
"Bar's over there," a sultry voice whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I turned to find Anne Hathaway smiling at me. She was radiant, her eyes sparkling. "I'm Anne," she said, extending a hand. I took it, feeling her soft, warm palm against mine.
"Richard," I replied, trying to keep my cool. "So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, Anne?"
She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "I heard you've been a very good boy, Richard. I thought I'd come check that out for myself."
I was very nervous. But she kept reassuring me.
"Don't worry, Richard," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm. "I won't bite... unless you want me to." She winked, and I felt a stirring in my pants. I was in deep now, and I knew it.
Anne led me through the crowd, her hand never leaving mine. People stared, but she didn't seem to care. She was on a mission, and I was her target. We ended up in a secluded room, away from prying eyes. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation.
Anne closed the door behind us, turning to face me. "Would you like to feel them dickie?" Anne asked, her voice a low purr, as she pressed her breasts together, creating a luscious valley for my cock to nestle in. I could only nod, my mouth suddenly dry. She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and reached out to unbuckle my belt. Her fingers brushed against my stomach, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"I've been such a good boy, haven't I, Anne?" I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Oh, you have, Richard.
You've been such a good boy," Anne purred, pushing my pants and boxers down, my cock springing free, hard and ready. She took it in her hand, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, and I let out a low groan. "But good boys deserve rewards, don't they?"
Before I could respond, she had pushed me down onto a plush chaise and was climbing onto my lap, straddling me. Her dress rode up, revealing her smooth, toned thighs. "One kiss, and I'll let you put it between them" she said, pointing at her cleavage. I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine. She tasted like champagne and desire, a heady combination that had my cock throbbing.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "That's enough foreplay, Richard. Let's get down to business." She stood up, her dress falling back into place, and turned around, presenting me with her back. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes filled with lust.
"You know what I want, Richard. Don't make me wait." Her voice was a low growl, her hands already lifting her dress, revealing the lacy thong that barely covered her ass. I was rock hard, my cock aching with need. I reached out, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back towards me. She let out a small gasp, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed into my touch.
"Fuck, Anne," I groaned, my thumbs hooking into the sides of her thong, pulling it down, baring her to me. "Don't curse at me Dickie" she said "and nothing more than a titjob. I think that's what a forward young man deserves" she said with a wink. She then turned around sitting on the chaise facing me, her legs open, her dress hiked up to her waist. She was bare beneath, her pussy glistening with arousal. I could see her clit, swollen and ready, and I wanted nothing more than to dive in, to taste her, to feel her come apart on my tongue. But she had other plans.
She reached out, her hands going to my cock, stroking it slowly, her thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.
"It's only a little dick, Rickie, but I'll let you make love to my tit's for being a good boy"
she said, guiding me towards her chest. I felt the soft, warm flesh of her breasts enveloping my cock, her hands pressing them together, creating a tight, wet heat. I groaned, my hips bucking forward, fucking her tits slowly, the sensation overwhelming.
"You like that, don't you, you filthy boy?" she purred, looking up at me, her eyes filled with lust. "Fucking my tits, getting your little cock all hot and bothered."
I could only nod, my breath coming in short gasps, my cock throbbing with each thrust.
Anne's tits were perfect, her nipples hard, rubbing against my shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I could feel the wetness of her arousal, her spit, coating my cock, making the friction perfect, intense.
"Fuck, Anne, I'm gonna come," I groaned, my hips moving faster, my grip on her tits tightening. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Okay Dickie" she said, "be a good boy and cum for me then" she said, her hands moving faster, pumping my cock between her tits. I let out a low groan, my hips moving in time with her hands, fucking her tits eagerly, my cock throbbing with each thrust.
"Fuck, Anne, it feels so good," I groaned, my fingers digging into her shoulders, my body tensing.
"Good boy, Dickie, come on, give it to me," she purred, her eyes locked onto mine. "Let me see you come undone."
I was close, so close. And then? I spilled over . My cock pulsed, ropes of hot cum shooting out, painting Anne's tits, her neck, her chin. She gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn't stop. She kept pumping, kept milking me, drawing out every last drop until I was left panting, my dick twitching, sensitive from the intensity of my orgasm. "Fuck, Anne," I groaned, my head falling back, my body slumping against the chaise. She chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, as she released my now-sensitive cock from her tits.
"Look at you, all messy and spent," she teased, running a finger through the cum on her chest, bringing it to her lips, and sucking it clean. I watched, mesmerized, as she cleaned herself up, her tongue darting out to lick her fingers, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "You taste good, Dickie. I bet you'd taste even better elsewhere."
Before I could respond, she was on her knees, her hands pushing my thighs apart, her fingers tracing the inside of my legs, making me shiver.