Dreams Of Anthony

Fantasy I: Car Troubles

By: Amber McKay

Authors Note: This story IS about a celebrity…well he’s a celebrity in some circles. He’s NOT Anthony Hopkins, although he WAS in a movie WITH Anthony Hopkins but I will not divulge his name cause well frankly I don’t want to get sued. If you figure out whom it is good for you. If you don’t care who it is, just read the story, it’s erotic nonetheless. Also though this story is written in FIRST person it is COMPLETE fiction. Thank you.

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I was making my way across the country, going from state to state in my brand new Volvo and I was making excellent time. It was when I entered Oregon is when I started to have some trouble. The engine was fine, it was just that as I was driving down one private street gazing at the huge homes that I would never have, my front right tire popped. I almost crashed into a near by tree but luckily I got the car under control and managed to pull it over to the side of the street. Being the paranoid person I am I didn’t want to go to the nearest house for help, but I didn’t want to call a tow truck because I didn’t have that kind of money. I sighed and looked at the house that I had stopped in front of. It was large, more of an estate then a house actually, and I didn’t know if I felt right just bothering whom ever lived there. I flipped down the mirror in the visor above the seat and started to fix my hair.

I always considered myself to be pretty good looking. Not playboy material but I certainly wasn’t a dog. I had waist long brown hair with red highlights and big green eyes. I was about five foot nine, 130 pounds, with 36 c cup breasts. I wasn’t tan, but I wasn’t deathly white either, I was somewhere dead in the middle. I opened my purse and took out a compact with powder in it and started to reapply it to my face. After I was finished with that I took out my dark red lipstick and slid it over my lips. I applied my mascara and some silver eye shadow and then checked my teeth to make sure that there was no lipstick on them.

After I was sure that my makeup was perfect I stepped out of the car and slid my black sunglasses on. I walked up the long driveway and up to the front door. It was hot out and I was dressed in tight black jean shorts and a black tank top, my bra straps could be seen under it but I didn’t really care. Who cares if someone wants to look at my bra? I was a stripper for a good part of my life so it really didn’t bother me that someone might be looking at my body. I lifted my hand slowly and knocked on the door. There was no answer so I looked into the window at the top of the door, no sooner then that did I hear footsteps. I took a step back so it wouldn’t look like I was spying on them and folded my arms over my ample chest. The door opened slowly and a head poked out, imagine my surprise to see that it was him, the man of my dreams, simply known as Anthony.

“Oh my god.” I breathed and he looked at me a little confused, but if I was going to get anywhere with him I was probably going to have to pretend that I didn’t recognize him. “I…I mean I’m so sorry for bothering you but my car has a flat tire and I need to use your phone?” My voice went up at the end of the sentence like I was asking a question. No doubt he was wondering why I didn’t have a cell phone but he nodded slightly and opened the door more for me to come in.

“Sure no problem.” He said with a smile, he was actually talking to me and I could barely contain myself. I took a few steps into the gorgeous house and looked around in amazement. He wasn’t completely famous but he certainly had made enough money for this beautiful house.

“I’m Amber by the way,” I turned toward him and held out my hand at this point I was so aroused I couldn’t believe that I could even talk, “Amber McKay.” He nodded and smiled at me and shook my hand. I could have had an orgasm right there from just that simple touch but I took in a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

“You can call me Anthony.” He said and then walked towards the kitchen that was off to the right. I followed him, it seemed like I was floating, like everything was a dream and if it was I didn’t want to wake up. The kitchen was amazing, white marble counter tops, oak cabinets, a window above the sink that overlooked the back yard of the property, which was filled with trees. He probably liked to hike back there with his wife. As I thought about his wife I rolled my eyes, she didn’t seem to be around but I couldn’t let on that I knew he was married and had a son so I just kept my mouth shut.

“My cell phone died,” I lied to him, the phone was in my car completely fine but he didn’t have to know that. “I really am sorry to bother you like this.” I reached for the phone and picked it up and started to dial the number for triple A, which I always had memorized in case of an emergency.

“Can I get you something to drink?” He offered me as he walked over to the refrigerator. I was on hold, but I put my hand over the phone and looked over at him. What could I ask for to drink? I didn’t want to be a bother and ask for something that he didn’t have.

“A beer would be nice.” I replied and then shrugged slightly, he looked at me and got one out and brought it over to me after opening it. I took it gratefully and took a long drink from the bottle. I looked him over for a moment; he was in black slacks and a white button up shirt. I was sort of disappointed that he wasn’t in a suit, like the characters he always played in the movies, but he was there and it was certainly better then nothing.

“So, what do you do for a living?” He asked me and took a sip of his beer. I took another drink thinking that there was no way I lead a more glamorous life then he did.

“I’m a model, but that’s just to pay the bills. I’m actually majoring in psychology at Cleveland state university.” I said and brushed my hair out of my face. He nodded slightly and took another drink. “What do you do?” Hell I already knew what he did but I had to make conversation, besides like I said before, he couldn’t know that I knew who he was or that I had wanted him ever since I had first seen him on TV. If he knew that he might kick me out for gushing all over him like he was a sex object.

“I do some acting here and there.” He said, “Not so much any more but it’s my passion.” I wanted to ask him where his wife and kid was, I wanted to tell him that I wanted to lick him up and down, I wanted to tell him that I would fuck him senseless but I held back. There had to be a way to get him to notice me in a sexual sense, I had to make him want me…I just had to. Just then the person on the other end of the phone picked up and I started to make arrangements for the tow truck to come. He left the kitchen obviously to give me some privacy. When I was done I hung up the phone and looked around. I grabbed my beer and stepped out of the kitchen, he was sitting in the room just past the kitchen and to the right on a black leather couch. He was reading a book, but he noticed me and looked up placing a bookmark into the folds and shutting it.

“They said they would be here in like an hour but you know how things like that go.” I reached into my purse and fished around for my keys.

“Well you’re welcome to stay here until they come. It’s hot outside and I wouldn’t want to make you wait out there.” He said. My smile got bigger, he was actually inviting me to stay with him, I couldn’t believe it! I pulled my purse back over my shoulder and sat down in the chain next to the couch. I took another drink of my beer and started to think, how could I get him to notice me? I relaxed a bit and let the strap of my tank top slide off of my shoulder so more of my bra would be revealed. That’s when I saw the arousal in his eyes.

“So,” I said, not bothering to adjust the strap, “Are you married? Any kids?”

“Yes actually. My son’s in school out of state and my wife is out there visiting him.” He said and then set the book on the table next to the couch. I nodded, so his wife and kid were out of the house, could this be any more perfect? I bent forward and leaned down to retie my shoe. In doing so I gave him a nice view down my shirt, I knew he was looking too and I could feel it. I was in a pretty daring mood so I got up from the chair and walked over to him and sat down next to him.

“You know,” I said as my fingers traced softly over his neck and along his jaw line, “I know who you are and I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.” I saw his whole body shudder and his arousal was apparent. There was no mistaking what the big bulge in his pants was. He turned and looked at me before standing up and moving away from me. I was definitely getting mixed signals from him, did he want me or not? I sat back and slowly crossed my legs and leaned forward again.

“You know who I am?”

“Oh yeah,” I said and smiled seductively, “It must have been fate that brought me here I certainly wasn’t looking for you.” He turned to look at me, his eyes going straight to my chest just like I wanted them to. Of course in all of my fantasies and scenarios involving him, he was the one to take control of me; maybe I could get him worked up enough to do that. He ran his hand through his hair nervously and looked into my eyes, I gazed back at him and licked my lips slowly.

“Y-you have to g-go.” He stuttered slightly and then pointed towards the door. My smile got bigger and I winked at him. I stood up and stretched slightly then bent way over so I was touching my toes. I was so graceful, so seductive; some of this just had to be rubbing off on him. I picked up my purse and slung it over my shoulder and went to walk past him, brushing up against him just slightly. I stopped next to him and lowered my mouth so it was level with his ear.

“You know all those, sick, nasty, weird, depraved, kinky things your wife won’t do for you? Well I’d do them all and keep asking for more.” I said in a low whispery voice and then my tongue darted out and licked his ear lobe. He closed his eyes and groaned softly but made no move to stop me from leaving. I sighed gently and took a step towards the door and he grabbed my wrist, hard. “What the…”

“On your knees,” He growled at me and I blinked a few times and looked at him. He was shorter then me but he certainly was stronger then I was. He jerked my arm and pulled me down. I stumbled and fell to my knees in front of him. I was so horny it was crazy and I was sure that my panties were soaked. I didn’t think I had even been that aroused in my entire life. My eyes were level with the bulge in his pants and being in the state I was I just stared at it. “Are you going to suck my cock or just look at it?” He said and put a hand on top of my head and tangled it in my hair. I just sort of nodded in response and reached up and unzipped his pants. I released his throbbing ten-inch cock and ran my hand along it gently. He groaned and closed his eyes in anticipation for what was to come.

My tongue darted out and licked the tip of his cock slowly. I then ran it down the length of the shaft and back up again. As I did this I cupped his balls massaging them just slightly. His hand tugged at my hair and he pushed my head forward, obviously he wanted me to hurry up and give him a blowjob. I took the hint and brought my mouth around his massive penis. I started to suck gently letting my tongue swirl around his manhood gently. I never had much of a gag reflex and right then that was a good thing because I was basically almost able to take all of him into my mouth. He started to thrust gently and I closed my eyes and relaxed as much as I could, even though it was hard, but I wanted to please him more then life it’s self…I was willing to do anything. After a few more thrusts he cried out in pleasure and shot his hot seed down my waiting throat. I swallowed and looked up at him with lust filled eyes. He was still holding a fistful of my hair and he pulled up on it until I began to stand and then he let go. I looked into his eyes and we joined in a rough and hungry kiss. I pulled away from him with a teasing smile and took a step back.

“You know I used to be a stripper,” I said and started to dance just slightly, he licked his lips as he watched me. There was no music playing but I had the rhythm in my own head, it didn’t matter. I motioned for him to take a seat and in one fluid movement I pulled my tank top over my head. He slowly took a seat, not taking his eyes off of me, he started to stroke himself slowly. I turned around so my perfectly toned ass was towards him and shook it slightly. I undid the zipper to my shorts and slid them off and tossed them behind me. I was now only in my black lace bra and matching panties. I turned to look at him and went down into a split. I leaned forward and grabbed my foot, pressing my forehead to my knee, just showing him how flexible I could be. I then sat up and got on my knees. I unsnapped my bra and pulled it off, tossing it behind me where my shorts were. I got up and walked over to him and straddled his lap. I took his cock into my hands and started to stroke it gently as I leaned in and started to kiss and nibble at his neck. He was already hard again and god was I ready to have him inside of me. I stood up and pulled my panties off and kicked them aside. “Am I doing a good job?”

“Oh yeah.” He breathed barely able to speak he was so aroused, I straddled him again but this time I slid onto his cock and he groaned loudly. I closed my eyes and started to move up and down. I pulled him into another rough kiss as I worked my hips up and down, up and down, up and down. As I moved I got closer and closer to orgasm, he put his hands on my hips and slowed me down. I groaned and looked at him trying to ignore the fact that he was trying to stop me but he held firm, and once again I was surprised by his strength.

“What do you think you’re do…”

“You don’t cum until I do.” He growled in a sexy dominating voice, and I could have cum a million times just hearing him say those words. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes trying to think of anything, ANYTHING else, and not the fact that his cock was buried inside of me. I let out a loud frustrated moan and I think he got the hint because he let me speed up again. I was moving fast, almost like I was afraid that he would stop me again, but he didn’t. I rode him like a dime store pony, hard and fast. I was nearly screaming in pleasure and a moment later we both came together screaming out in pleasure. I collapsed into his arms breathing hard, my mouth rested against his neck still kissing and licking as I tried to catch my breath. After another moment of composing himself he gently eased me back and looked into my eyes. We joined in another kiss. It was beginning to look like I might just be invited to stay the night.

End Fantasy I