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 Robbie The Star - The Personal Assistant By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   I was in my trailer, waiting for the rain to stop.  It had been a most
exceedingly shitty day.  My call had been at five o'clock in the morning,
and I hadn't been in front of the camera more than ten minutes before the
rain started falling.

   When the first raindrop hit, it startled me, but I didn't break
character, since we were in the middle of a big scene.  My character has
just found out he is dying, and is breaking up with his girlfriend, so she
doesn't find out how sick he really is.  It's basically a
Hallmark-meets-after-school-special kind of moment, but at the present
that's the only type of roles I'm getting.

   That's what happens in Hollywood when you take too many drugs, or fuck
the wrong girl.  In my case it was the latter.  Hey, how was I supposed to
know she was only 15?  She looked older.  I swear.  But that's okay.  You
know what they say about politicians?  The only way to truly kill a
political career is to be caught with a live boy, or a dead girl.  Yep. 
Same thing for actors.  Except the part about the live boy.  Unless you're
Michael Jackson.  Then you're fucked.

   Anyway, back to the movie.  The rain was perfect I thought.  It made the
mood of the scene that much better, in a "Wuthering Heights" kind of way. I
knew there was a chance our makeup would smear, but it still pissed me off
when I heard the director yell "cut!" in the middle of the scene.

   "What the hell, Charlie!" Charlie's the director.  I'm not changing his
name to protect his identity or anything.  There'd be no point because
trust me, you've never heard of him, and he's far from innocent.  He is an
asshole though.  Big one.

   Charlie looked around, seemingly for help.  He was the director, but
everyone knew I was the star.  I wouldn't be doing these crappy movies for
very long.  It doesn't take Hollywood too long to forget.  Look at Robert
Downey, for Chrissakes.  What a fuckup.

   I strode up to the director's chair, pissed as hell.  I let him have it
with both barrels, you know?

   "What the fuck!  That was a great scene, why'd you stop?"

   "Well, the rain was coming down, and..."

   "Screw the rain, Charlie.  Denise and I were connecting and shit! 
Couldn't you see that?  Goddam." Denise was my costar in this epic
cinematic masterpiece.  We'd fucked before, but I think it was a defense
mechanism on her part.  Keep me happy so I wouldn't try to get her kicked
off the movie.  It was all right in a sterile kind of way.  She's got big
fake tits, which has never been a turn on for me.  Plus, screwing lesbians
has never been my thing.

   "Well, Robbie...the rain...  it got on my glasses and I couldn't see...
and lightning..." Charlie stumbled all over himself, trying to come up with
a good excuse.  He looked over to Denise for help, but she was fuming too
and had already spun around and begun her sprint to her trailer.

   I knew he'd never amount to anything as a director.  He'd gotten his
start filming commercials for a car dealership in the valley, and had never
really gotten any better.  You know the commercials...  the one where the
guy dresses up like a rooster and that's supposed to make you want to buy
the car?  Yep...  Charlie's brainchild.  Anyway, he really pissed me off.
But, his father is somebody famous or powerful or rich, maybe all three, so
the studio keeps giving him jobs.

   I probably shouldn't have, but I grabbed him around the collar, dragging
him to his feet.

   "Fuck that.  Are we going to keep going?  The rain is good for the
scene."

   "Well..." he squeaked, but nothing came out.  I loosened my grip on his
shirt and leaned in, staring at him face to face.

   "Repeat after me, you little screwup.  The rain is good for the scene."

   "The rain..."

   "...is good for the scene."

   "...is good for the scene."

   "Good.  Now are we going to finish?"

   "Well...  I...  I suppose so," he finally stammered.  I nodded.  "But,
it's going to be a while.  We have to change the lighting and make sure the
cameras don't get wet."

   "Fine.  I'll be in my trailer." He slumped back into his chair as I let
go.  Not paying attention to where I was going, I slammed into some girl,
carrying a tray of coffee.  What the fuck!  I had to practically jump over
the newly formed lake of coffee, and stalked back to my trailer, slamming
the door shut.

   Four hours later, I was still in the trailer, when Terry, the assistant
director knocked on my door.  Terry is generally an okay guy, but I wasn't
thrilled with the news he brought.

   "Um...  hey Robbie...  Charlie wanted me to let you know that the
shoot's cancelled for the rest of the day.  It was going to take too long
to change the lighting...  or something..." he trailed off, seeing my look.
Shrugging helplessly, he let himself out, closing the door behind him.

   Fuck.

   I knew when I became an actor that there would be a lot of sitting
around.  One of the little-known facts about movies is that there is a
shitload of downtime.

   Think about it.  The average movie is somewhere between ninety minutes
and two hours in length.  A normal movie shoot is between six weeks and two
months.  If it's a big location shoot, filming can take longer, because of
all the time and money spent moving the crew and equipment to Africa or
wherever the fuck you're going.

   So, if I'm on the set for ten hours a day, and it can be longer than
that, and the shoot lasts sixty days, that's a lot of time for just a two
hour movie.  I'm not there on set every day, of course, but you get my
point.  A lot of early mornings and sore asses from sitting around tend to
make me a bit grumpy.

   I stripped, pissed at the news of the postponed shoot and threw my
costume on the bed.  Let some flunkie gofer pick it up.  After changing
into the shirt and slacks I'd worn to the set, I grabbed a studio car and
tore off to my hotel.  Already fuming when I arrived at the hotel, I was
more upset to find that I'd been assigned a different room, and sat in the
lobby seething, until the bed was made.  It wasn't as bad as it could have
been.  I had been on the twentieth floor, and was now on ground level, so I
didn't have to wait for an elevator, but I was still pissed.

   It had been a long day of sitting and I was tired from the early
morning, so I went to bed early that night, knowing I had another early
call ahead of me.

   I woke the next morning to a pounding on my hotel door.  I looked at the
clock, my eyes slowly focussing on the glowing red numbers.  Fuck!  It was
half past nine in the morning.  I'd been due on the set four hours ago. 
Why hadn't anyone called me?  I looked at the phone, realizing I was in a
different room, and figured the hotel had screwed up in giving me a wake-up
call.  I laughed at the thought of the poor schlep who'd been assigned my
old room getting a call at four-thirty in the morning.  Poor sucker.

   I got up and walked to the door, still grumbling.  Looking through the
peep hole, I saw a young girl standing in the hallway, looking around
nervously.

   I glanced around my room, making sure there wasn't dirty underwear
thrown about, and opened the door.

   "Yeah?" I mumbled, mouth still clammy from sleep.  I realized I had an
enormous headache.

   "Um...  hi...  Robert Miller?" The girl looked nervous, as if she might
have knocked on a few wrong doors already, but brightened visibly when I
nodded.  With a little start, I realized this was the girl I'd plowed over
the other day.  Coffee Girl.

   "Hey, I know you.  Sorry about dumping you over yesterday." I tried to
look contrite, but damn this girl was hot, in a young-girl kind of way.  I
felt my dick twitch a bit at the thought, but tried to keep things under
control, since the only thing covering my bits and pieces were my pajama
bottoms.

   "Oh...  It's cool...  I'm Amanda, and they...  the studio...  sent me
here to get you up." I looked at her in amusement.  It took a few seconds
for what she had said to register with her, but when they did she blushed.

   "The studio hired me a fluffer?" I joked.  I had to force myself not to
laugh out loud at her shocked expression, knowing full well she hadn't
meant it that way.  I waved her into my room, closing the door behind her.

   "I'm going to be a minute," I told.  "I need a shower."

   She nodded, asking if she could use the bathroom first.  I agreed, and
took the time she was in there to change out of my pajamas.  I was naked
when I heard the bathroom door start to open and quickly grabbed a towel,
realizing I had no place to hide.  I tied it as quickly as I could, but not
before Amanda got an eyeful of my hard cock.

   Her eyes grew wide.  I have to admit I'm more than a mouthful, and I
always have morning wood when I wake up, so she got a good look.

   "Sorry," she murmured as she squeezed past me, still eyeing the lump
behind the white hotel towel.  She threw her shoes into a corner of the
room and jumped on the bed.  As she stretched out, pushing her breasts
tight against her shirt, she looked over at me and told me to take my time
in the shower.  "I just love hotel beds!" I heard as I closed the door.

   After turning the shower on to let the water heat up, I tried to take a
piss.  My erection made it tough going, and I only managed to squeeze out a
few drops before giving up.  Figuring I'd piss in the shower, I jumped in
and started rinsing off under the steaming water.

   I reached for my soap, only to find it missing.  It took a moment, but I
realized my bathroom kit was still packed with my suitcase.  I hopped out
of the shower, leaving the water running and grabbed the towel.  I noticed
there was still another unused towel to use after the shower, since the one
I'd worn into the bathroom was now soaking wet.

   As I opened the door, I heard moaning sounds coming from the bed. 
Looking around the corner, I saw Amanda, her hand between her legs, her
right hand buried in her crotch, playing with her pussy.  At least I
assumed that's what it was doing, as she was covered to the neck with the
bed covers.

   My cock, which had deflated a bit in the shower, was instantly as hard
as a rock, and I quietly walked to the bed, until I was standing beside
her, my prick jutting towards her.  Her eyes were closed, and I took a
moment to look at her.

   Her eyes, although I couldn't see them at the moment, were blue and
piercing.  Smooth skin, delicate nose and ears, and two glossy pink lips
made for sucking cock.  She made little mewling sounds of pleasure as she
diddled herself.  I could see her cheeks flushed with excitement, and my
cock twitched at the thought.

   I realized it was time to announce myself and cleared my throat, and
smiled as Amanda's eyes snapped open.  She stared at me, mouth open in a
silent scream, half lust and half panic.  She appeared ready to run until
she saw my cock.

   Her look quickly changed to one of pure lust, and she darted a hand from
beneath the covers.  As she reached toward my engorged prick, she paused,
looking for my approval.  I snorted and leaned closer, pushing my cock into
her palm.  It was obvious what I wanted.

   That was all the confirmation she needed, and quickly grabbed ahold of
my shaft, circling my cock with her tiny, cool hand.  I jumped at the
sensation, thrusting my cock into her loose fist.  Amanda blushed at my
actions, all the while giggling at the sounds of pleasure I was making.

   Reaching out a hand, I stroked Amanda's face and neck, feeling her
delicate smooth skin, damp with perspiration.  I kissed her lightly on the
lips, tracing a path around her lips and found she tasted of strawberry.  I
felt her hot breath on my cheek as she giggled at my actions.

   Amanda opened her mouth slightly and her tongue snaked out between her
pink lips, touching my mouth and probing until my own tongue darted out to
meet hers.  I could feel sparks fly between us as we kissed, gently tasting
and exploring each other's mouths.  My breath came in gasps, and her face
was pink, flushed with arousal as we parted.

   A toothy smile spread over her face, and Amanda slowly released me from
her arms and sat up, the bedspread falling down around her waist.  Throwing
the covers to the side, she sat there, chest heaving as I inspected her
body.

   She was wearing a pink satin bra and matching panties.  I reached out a
hand, caressing her gentle curves.  Leaning down, I kissed along her neck
and cheekbone, finally reaching her lips, as she moaned into my open mouth.
We kissed again, her arms thrown around my neck, her back arched so her
small breasts pushed against my still wet chest.

   Releasing me, she fell back on the bed.  I could clearly see her nipples
through the wet spots our contact had produced.  Reaching out a hand, I
gently ran my fingers around one breast, drawing another moan from Amanda.

   "Touch me harder," she gasped, again pushing herself more fully into my
palm.  I leaned over her, taking each soft mound in my hand and squeezing
the firm flesh.  I could feel as she began pressing her pussy mound
insistently against my thigh, her heat evident through her flimsy panties.

   Releasing her breasts, I lay down on the bed.  Amanda reached out her
right hand, her fingers circling my cock, slowly stroking up and down the
thick shaft.  I lay there for a moment, enjoying the soft touch.

   Reaching under me with her left hand, Amanda cupped my balls, gently
rolling them in her palm, feeling the weight.

   "Your cock is so soft," she whispered, her eyes bright with excitement.
"And so big.  I don't...  I don't know if it will fit in me." She blushed
as she said it, her intent obvious.

   "Have you done this before?" I asked, slowly stroking her thigh with my
left hand, cradling my head in my right palm.  She spread her legs slowly,
urging me toward her pussy.

   "Yes," she answered, almost defiant.  "I did it once, but he wasn't very
big."

   "It will fit.  I promise.  If that's what you want." I raised an
eyebrow, asking for her approval.  She nodded immediately.

   "God yes.  You're so hot, and when I came out of the bathroom and you
were standing there I saw your cock, and I got so wet I had to touch myself
and...  omigod, sorry!"

   I winced as she spoke, and she abruptly stopped, realizing that in her
passion and excitement, her hand was stroking my shaft rather too
violently. She quickly resumed her movements, drawing a sigh of pleasure as
she slowly worked my shaft.

   Sliding my left hand to her stomach, I felt her muscles twitch in
anticipation.  Moving slowly toward her hot womanly center, I teased her
tiny navel, sliding my hand over her trim tummy.  Reaching the elastic band
of her panties, I slid my hand under, feeling her suck in her stomach
slightly.

   I quickly found the sparse nest of her pubic hair.  Running my fingers
through her thin bush, already damp with arousal, I wondered how old this
girl was, but quickly put it out of my mind.

   Sliding down further, I felt Amanda part her legs further, allowing me
complete access to her wet pussy.  I dragged my finger over the tiny bump
of her clit, drawing a quick gasp, and ran my hand up and down her wet
slit. Her lips were already covered with her slick juices and soon my
finger was coated in her natural lubricant as well.

   Supporting myself with one arm, I began licking the upper swell of
Amanda's apple sized tits, feeling the hot flesh slide beneath my tongue. I
licked through her silky bra, feeling the nipple underneath pucker in
excitement.  Her aureoles had swollen and she moaned as I tongued around
the sensitive flesh.

   Continuing my oral ministrations, I reached further down with my left
hand, finding the damp opening to her cunt.  The lips were already swollen
with excitement, and I had no trouble plunging first one, then two fingers
up her tight tunnel.

   Amanda gasped at the intrusion, pulling my head more tightly to her
breasts.  I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as she began
moaning in my ear.

   "Oh yes oh yes oh yes!" Her cries became less coherent as I twisted my
fingers in her cunt, feeling the slippery walls grasp and clutch at me.  I
quickly found the rough, sensitive skin on the inside of her cunt, and as I
trailed my finger over the bumpy surface, felt Amanda's body spasm as she
screamed into my ear.

   Drawing a moan of frustration as I withdrew my fingers, I pulled Amanda
to a sitting position, facing away from me.  I unfastened the clasp of her
bra, pulling the straps off her smooth shoulders, the cups falling into my
hands.  For a moment Amanda reached her hands up to cover her breasts,
before letting her hands drop to her sides as I lay her gently back on the
bed.

   I quickly resumed my oral attention to her tits, tonguing the nipples
and teasing the valley between her mounds, drawing a quick gasp.  Amanda's
breasts had very little sag to them, and even lying on her back stood out
firm and proud.  I cupped them, squeezing gently, running my hands up and
down her sides, alternately squeezing her firm ass cheeks and pulling on
her nipples.

   Forcing my right hand underneath her back, I pulled Amanda closer to me.
Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I found I was able to inhale most of
one breast in my mouth, again drawing a gasp from the young woman lying
beneath me.

   She moaned in frustration as I brought her to the edge of release with
my lips and fingers, and arched her back, nearly sitting up as she
attempted to maintain contact with my mouth.  Sliding off the bed, I
kneeled on the floor between her legs.

   I could see the dark opening of her cunt through the panties, the
swollen lips pushing the cloth tight over her opening.  Her juices had
soaked the flimsy satin and were spreading over her thighs, a wet spot
forming on the bed.

   Leaning forward, I touched my mouth to her pussy, sucking and licking
through the cloth, lapping as much of her tangy juice as I could.  I heard
Amanda gasp as I chewed on her pussy lips through her panties.  She twisted
her hips, pushing herself against my face.

   Suddenly her legs clamped down over my ears, and my face was suddenly
drenched with a fresh flood of pussy juice as her body tensed in orgasm. 
Her legs remained tight around my head as her body spasmed in orgasm, until
finally she relaxed.

   Reaching up with both hands, I grasped at the waist of her panties, and
felt Amanda pull her hips off the bed.  I watched in arousal as the wet
cloth stuck to Amanda's sticky pussy lips, slowly pulling away.  Tiny
strands of wetness connected the two, stretching before breaking.

   Her pussy had very little hair over it.  Her bush was thin, sparsely
covered with fine blond hairs, now matted down with a combination of her
juices and my saliva.

   As I stood I gave her wet slit one long lick, from near her pink asshole
to her clit, feeling Amanda shudder beneath me.  I pulled myself to the
head of the bed, lying on my side and slowly smoothed my hand over her
flushed skin as she slowly came down from her orgasm.

   I kissed her cheek as she moaned in approval beside me.  I kissed her
again and again, moving my mouth all over her face and neck, covering every
inch of her skin, watching as the moisture quickly evaporated in the dry
hotel room air.

   As I lay there, I glanced at the clock and saw that Amanda had arrived
over an hour ago, the studio likely wondering where the hell we were.

   Reaching over her body, I grabbed the phone and dialed.  I found myself
transferred to a member of the crew, who knew who I was, obviously, but
wasn't sure where the director was.  I waited while the crewman went to
find someone in charge to tell.

   The assistant director picked up the phone, asking where I was.  I
explained I was very sick, probably bad hotel food, and was in no condition
to come in that day.  Terry seemed dubious, asking if I needed a doctor.  I
told him I didn't think so, but would if things got worse.

   I hung up, and Amanda asked what was going on.

   "I don't think he believed me about being sick," I told her.  "He said I
should see a doctor, but I'm not going to do that, but I will take another
piece of advice." She asked what it was.  "He said I should stay in bed and
get some rest."

   "So, you plan on staying in bed." It was a statement, not a question.  I
nodded, smiling at her lusty expression.  Clearly she intended to nurse me
back to health.

   "I'm not planning on getting much rest though."

   She grinned at me, a happy expression on her face.

   Pulling herself up, Amanda climbed out of the bed, walking to the
bathroom.  I watched in fascination as the firm cheeks of her ass bounced
up and down, rubbing deliciously against each other.  As she bent to pick
up the towel I'd dropped on the floor, I could see puffy lips of her pussy,
still swollen with arousal, peeking between her thighs.

   Most women, at one time or another in their lives, have the perfect ass.
Firm, smooth, very little jiggle.  This was Amanda's time, and I hoped I'd
have the chance to feel her firm cheeks pressing against me as I fucked my
cock into her cunt.

   Returning to the bed, Amanda placed the towel over the rather large wet
spot she had created, blushing as I watched her.  As she bent, the flesh of
her tits lengthened until they hung there, two white cones of flesh tipped
with firm, pointed nipples.

   Giving me a lusty look, Amanda crawled onto the bed and sat down beside
me, her legs curled up beneath her.  She rested one arm on my upper thighs,
leaning over me, her mouth inches from my erection.

   Amanda slowly wet her pink lips, her tongue making a complete circle
around her mouth as she lowered her head.  Extending her tongue, she slowly
licked around the head of my cock, and I jumped at her touch.  Darting her
tongue in and out of her mouth, Amanda proceeded to shower wet kisses all
over my shaft and balls.

   Reaching out, she surrounded me in her soft hand, kissing all along the
underside until she reached the base of my cock.  Still stroking my
erection Amanda opened her mouth, taking one and then both of my testicles
in her mouth, gently sucking and rolling them with her tongue.

   "Oh God," I moaned.  Abandoning my balls, Amanda again put the head of
my cock in her mouth, letting it rest on her tongue.  Sliding all around
the crown of my cock, Amanda opened her mouth further, engulfing more and
more of my shaft.  Nearly two thirds of my cock disappeared into her mouth
before I bumped the back of her throat.

   At the contact, Amanda gagged slightly, coughing around my shaft and I
groaned at the sensation of her throat muscles moving against the head of
my cock.

   Pulling away slightly, Amanda soon adjusted to the sensation of my penis
periodically bumping the beginning of her throat, and resumed sucking my
throbbing cock.  I don't know how much experience she'd had giving
blowjobs, but the combination of licking and suction was perfect.

   Her touch was light and delicate yet firm.  I felt myself nearing orgasm
much too soon for what I had in mind, and gently pulled myself out of her
grasp.

   "Careful," I gasped as I caught my breath.  "I was about ready to
explode in your mouth."

   "Yes, please," she panted, eyes wild with lust.  "I have to have you.  I
love feeling you in my mouth like this."

   "I don't want to come in your mouth," I explained.  Amanda looked at me
as if I had suddenly sprouted an Academy Award out the side of my neck.  "I
want to come in your pussy."

   Amanda shivered as I said this, and was quickly positioned on her back,
legs spread for me.  I could clearly see the pink inner walls of her cunt,
so opened were the think outer lips of her pussy.  Running the head of my
cock through her juices, I found her to be more than lubricated enough, and
began pushing my way into her cunt.

   I knew immediately she had been telling the truth about her sex life, at
least as far as actual fucking was concerned.  You could say I've had my
share of willing pussy in my career, so when I say I know pussy, you should
believe me when I tell you I'd never been anywhere as tight.  Not even the
time I fucked the German twins in the ass.  But that's a story for another
time.

   As I pushed the head of my cock past her tight opening I had one last
attack from my conscience.  "How old are you?" I gasped, feeling her
muscles contract, trying to suck my cock in to the root.

   "Old enough to be on the pill," she answered, but said little more.

   Deciding to take her at her word, I grabbed Amanda by the hips and
slowly and steadily pushed forward, until I was buried completely in her
pulsing tunnel.  She gasped beneath me and cried out in a small orgasm,
judging by the twitching and grasping of her cunt muscles.

   Pulling back until only the head of my cock remained inside, I paused
for a moment, looking down at her pale body beneath me.  Her chest was
heaving with lust, and a small trickle of sweat had formed between her
breasts.  Leaning over, I licked at the shallow valley, tasting her
saltiness, before thrusting deeply into her pussy.

   "Fuck me," she groaned, as I felt my cock bump against her cervix,
threatening to push into her womb.  "You're huge in me." I knew I wasn't
that much bigger than any other normal guy, but it was good for the ego,
nonetheless.

   Still leaning down, I kissed her pert nipples, teasing with my tongue
and gently nipping at the tender flesh with my teeth.

   Clamping down on her right tit, I grabbed the nipple between my teeth,
pulling back with my head, making her entire breast raise up in a point. 
Releasing it, I watched as the breast plopped back down, quickly regaining
its shape, two tiny red marks surrounding the nipple the only noticeable
evidence.  I switched tits and treated her left nipple to the same
treatment.

   As I was playing with her tits, I was also increasing the pace of my
thrusting.  Her cunt had loosened slightly, but was still the tightest
pussy I'd ever been in.  Now it was only incredibly tight, instead of
nearly-painfully tight as it had been at first.  Her internal muscles were
very active, pulsing around my cock with each thrust, feeling like a
thousand little hands gripping my shaft.

   Raising her legs, she wrapped herself around my hips, pulling me even
closer.  This caused my thrusts to enter at a slightly different angle, and
I penetrated more deeply into her pussy.  She groaned as new muscles were
stretched inside her, and I felt myself beginning my slow build to release.

   Reaching slightly behind me, I grabbed at her legs, finally prying them
from my back.  As young and flexible as Amanda was, it was a simple feet to
push her legs back toward her head, until her shins were lying flat on the
bed, forcing her ass and pussy into the air and giving her a closer look at
our coupling.

   Raising up to my feet, the new angle allowed me to piston almost
directly down into Amanda's cunt.  So tight was she that each time I pulled
my cock back, a little bit of her pussy came with it, turning inside out.
Seeing this only increased her passion.

   "I never knew it looked like this," Amanda panted between my thrusts. 
"It looks so cool, very sexy." I paid little attention to what she said,
instead single-mindedly plowing into her tight furrow, my pubic bumping
against hers with each thrust, pressing against her clit.

   "Fuck fuck fuck fuck...  fuck!" she cried out as one more orgasm rushed
through her body, and I felt her contract around me.

   Her climax triggered my own, and suddenly I was shooting my semen deep
inside her cunt, flooding the inside walls of her pussy.  Pulling my cock
out, I saw it was coated and slimy.  My semen had mixed with her
secretions, and was sticky and a filmy white color.

   Before I had begun to reach for a tissue, Amanda was on her knees in
front of me, frantically licking and sucking at my cock, cleaning off our
juices.  Grabbing the back of my head, she pulled herself up to my face and
locked lips with me, thrusting her tongue frantically into my mouth, and
together we shared our sticky mess.

   Exhausted and covered in sweat and the results of our fucking, Amanda
and I collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath.

   Still twitching in the aftermath of my orgasm, my cock gave one last
lurch, and a final glob of semen dropped onto my belly.  Reaching out a
hand, Amanda scooped it up with one finger and made sure I was watching as
she licked her finger clean.

   Her own body was still showing the effects of her orgasms, and I watched
with interest as Amanda slowly rubbed her pussy, releasing the last tremors
and slowly relaxing.

   "Well, that was pretty good," I finally said, considering it the biggest
understatement ever.  Like I said, I have some experience at this, and
Amanda was by far the best fuck of my life.  She punched me lightly on the
arm, smiling.

   "Yeah, it was okay, I guess." She shrugged.  "I've had worse." Unable to
keep a straight face, Amanda finally burst out laughing, burying her head
in my side.  I joined in and together we held each other, feeling our
bodies quake with laughter.

   After a bit, I realized I was beginning to stick to the sheets, and was
sure Amanda would want a shower.  It suddenly occurred to me that the
shower was still running.  Glancing at the clock, I noted that we'd been
fucking for more than an hour.  Certainly the water was hot by now!

   Standing, I scooped Amanda's body into my arms and carried her into the
tiny bathroom.  Testing the water and finding it too hot, I adjusted the
temperature slightly before climbing in and pulling Amanda in after me.

   The shower stall was as small as the rest of the bathroom, but it only
made the experience of showering together that much more memorable. 
Grabbing the soap, I quickly worked a rich lather into Amanda's skin.  As
my hands slid over her soapy breasts and stomach, she moaned, leaning back
against my body.

   Her firm buttocks slipped over my penis, quickly bringing it to
attention.  Leaning harder into my chest, Amanda pushed herself up on her
toes, allowing my erection to slip between the cheeks of her ass.  Pressing
down, I felt my cock sliding on the underside of her warm pussy, and it was
only a matter of adjusting my angle of penetration before I slipped into
her completely.

   I proceeded to wash her body and hair, all the while slowly thrusting
into her cunt from behind.  Amanda was not idle either, reaching behind to
fondle my balls.  I quickly shot another load of semen, hastened by the
total body sensations, causing another flood of our juices to escape from
Amanda's tight pussy.

   Laughing, I wiped her legs with a washcloth, complaining facetiously.

   "We need to get you a plug or something.  Duct tape maybe.  You're
leaking something awful here!  Time to check your levels." She turned and
smiled.

   "I think my levels are okay.  They just got topped off."

   Laughing, we got out of the shower, spending an exceedingly long time
drying each other with the fluffy bath towels.  As hard as I tried though,
her pussy stayed wet.

   Returning to the bed, the two of lay there on our sides, Amanda in front
of me, pressing her firm ass cheeks against my cock.  Try as I might, I
couldn't stop myself from getting an erection.  Feeling my pole pressed
firmly between her cheeks, Amanda turned, a look of astonishment on her
face.

   "Doesn't he ever go down?" she asked, stroking me.  She spread her
thighs, allowing my cock to slip between her legs and settle against the
bottom of her pussy.  Too tired to fuck again, we lay there, enjoying the
feel of our bodies pressed together, and quickly fell asleep.

   I awoke sometime later in the afternoon to the sensation of warm lips
and tongue sliding over my cock and balls.  Opening one eye, I saw Amanda's
cheeks as her mouth slid up and down my shaft.  She saw I was awake and
grinned at me around my prick.

   "About time," she said, and I groaned as the vibrations carried their
way down my cock.  "I've been sucking on you for ten minutes." She feigned
exasperation, but quickly went back to sucking me off.

   Not wanting to be left out of the fun, I grabbed Amanda by the hips,
swinging her around so her pussy was inches from my face.  Reaching out
with the tip of my tongue, I took a long swipe at her slit.  Amanda
shivered at the contact, before letting out a muffled scream as I buried my
tongue as deeply as it would go in her tight hole.

   I reached my hands around, each gripping one firm ass cheek, while
continuing my oral assault on her pussy.  I must have done something she
liked, as suddenly Amanda let me cock pop from her mouth, arching her back
and moaning in pleasure.

   Squeezing tightly on the solid muscle of her ass with one hand, I dipped
my fingers down the moist, hot crack between her cheeks, teasing and toying
with the pucker of her ass.  Amanda gave a start as my fingernail scraped
against the brown ring.  Eyes wide, she turned to me.

   "God that feels good.  Do it again?"

   "You like the feel of me touching your asshole?" I teased.  She blushed,
but nodded.

   Wetting my finger in her now sopping pussy, I gently pushed the tip of
my index finger past her tight sphincter.  I could feel her body
involuntarily trying to force me out, but I pushed more firmly.  Sliding my
tongue to the top of her wet slit, I fastened my lips over her clit, and
suctioned her into my mouth.

   As she screamed around my cock, reacting to the pleasure my mouth was
giving her, her body relaxed, and I was able to force more of my finger
into her anus.  She reacted violently to the intrusion, and I felt a flood
of juices again coat my face.

   I slowly sawed my finger in and out of her ass, teasing her clit with my
teeth and tongue.  She reached another orgasm from my fingers and tongue,
before abruptly pulling off my face.

   "Enough!" she panted, her face and chest flushed pink with arousal, her
inner thighs coated with her sticky juices.  "I can't take anymore."

   Soon she returned her attentions to my cock, playfully teasing and
nipping at the soft, spongy tip, before taking as much of my length into
her mouth as she could.  Suctioning down forcefully, Amanda quickly brought
me to orgasm, sliding her tongue all around my cock as it spurted rope
after rope of semen into her waiting mouth.

   Swallowing rapidly, she managed to keep most of my spunk from escaping,
using her tongue and fingers to catch any stray bits.  Licking around her
sticky lips, she grinned, leaning toward me for another toe-tingling kiss.

   Laying back on the bed, I put my arm around her shoulders, while Amanda
rested her head on my chest, idly playing with my flaccid penis.

   "You know," I said, "I could really use some help around the set."

   "What do you mean?" she asked, lifting her head and looking at me, a
look of passion and lust on her face.

   "Well, it's supposed to rain all day again, and what with all that
sitting and doing nothing, a guy could really use some help relaxing."

   "Hmm...  kind of your personal assistant," she grinned.

   "Something like that.  Want the job?" I asked, sliding my hand over her
erect nipples, drawing a gasp.

   "Uh...  fuck...  yeah."

   "Good.  You're hired."

   "Cool." She reached her hand down my stomach, twining her fingers in my
pubic hair, bumping against my cock, again erect and ready.  She began to
slowly stroke me up and down, her hand hot against my flesh.  "I think I
should start right away, don't you?  Getting rid of the tension, I mean?"

   "I think that's a perfect idea."

   "Cool."
   The End