The following work of fiction contains sexual activities between consenting adults. If you are too young, too uptight, or your local government is too oppressive, you should stop reading now. This story is in the public domain. While you are legally free to do anything you like with it, out of courtesy to the author, I humbly request that you leave my name and contact information with this story. The Castle Malinov - Just A Bedroom By Poison Ivan By Poison Ivan _Warning! The following work of fiction contains sexual activities between consenting adults. If you are under the age of 18, then you, of course, have no idea what words like 'sexual' and 'adults' and 'consenting' mean, so this story will be incomprehensible to you; if you try to read it, your brain may explode. So don't read it._ "Malinov, dude! Where are the supermodels!" "Supermodels?" "Yeah, you got supermodels here, Malinov?" "Uhm, I believe they went upstairs, to the right." "Thanks, dude!" Damn, Malinov got supermodels! I hope he got some of the famous good-looking ones, the ones in _Sports Illustrated_ or something! Jimminy, there must be a million steps in his staircase, so up I go, taking three at a time. Whew! Long, long hallway, there must be a million rooms in this place! Christ! I poke my head in the first room and there are a dozen naked people boinking on the floor, but they don't look like supermodels, "Sorry, dudes and dudettes!" and they tell me to piss off. O.K., I can take a hint. Second door and no one in here at all. Just a big room full of books. Tons and tons and tons of books. Like, has Malinov really _read_ all these damn books? Well, no matter. No supermodels here. Third door, Bingo! Just a bedroom, but big, with a big fire in the big fireplace and lit up bright with a bunch of those old non-electric antique lamp things. But best of all, tall leggy supermodels! Two of them! Wearing little miniskirts and drinking daquiris. One blonde and one redhead! "Awesome!" I say. "Do we know you?" the redhead says. "I'm Ivan!" "Ivan?" "Yup, Ivan!" "I'll see you later," the readhead says to the blonde, and she takes off. "Where's she going?" I ask the blonde supermodel. "Getting another drink," she says. Man, is this blonde supermodel a babe! Awesome legs! Great tits! Well, here goes nothing. "So, babe, you wanna fuck?" She just stands there. I don't know what the hell she's waiting for, it's a simple question. She just stares at me for a minute, I wish she'd smile or something, aren't supermodels supposed to be good at smiling? "O.K." she finally says. "But nothing weird. O.K.?" "Awesome!" I can't believe it, I'm going to fuck a supermodel in Malinov's castle! I rip off my clothes and man, my dick is already hard. I just stand there naked with my dick poking out and she looks at me for a minute, what is she waiting for? She's just standing there. I can't fuck her if she isn't naked! Damn, I can't believe this! Am I really going to see a naked supermodel? She looks at me standing here naked and she she shakes her head and laughs. She puts her drink down on the old wood table, man, is all the furniture in this place an antique? Whoa, there she goes! The zipper on the dress comes down and off it comes, and she is _naked naked naked_ underneath! I knew it! Supermodels don't wear panties! She has _great_ tits! Nice and firm with dark little nipples. And not a trace of pubes on her puss! All shaved off for those swimimsuit and lingerie pics, I'm sure! Time to get into bed! I throw the covers off the bed and jump in. Jesus, this mattress is soft, I sink way down into it, and I have to struggle around just to make room for her. "Come on in!" I say. She climbs into bed and the mattress swallows us up. I've never seen a mattress like this, it's like I'm in an inflatable raft floating on the ocean. This could be fun! I just go for it, roll right on top of the gorgeous supermodel and kiss her and we play kissy-face and I grab her tits. I can't believe it, I'm grabbing real supermodel tit! I pinch the nipples, and they get all stiff, just like regular nipples! This is the greatest! I need a closer look at these tits! I go down and I lick her beautiful supermodels tits and suck her hard little supermodel nipples, and I can't wait to get my hands on her supermodel pussy! She grabs my dick, cool! A supermodel is jerking me off! I can't wait to tell the guys about this! But I can't let her do that, that feels _too_ good, or I'm going to spew all over her! "Time to fuck!" I say. "O.K." she says. She flops on her back and I get up on top of her, whoa, the mattress is so soft and we sink right down into it, and man, this is _not_ going to work! Her butt is so far down I can barely reach it! I pull her legs up, up against my shoulders, but shit, she sinks back down into the mattress. "Let go of my legs," she says. "Sorry, just trying to get an angle." "Don't grab my legs like that." "Pillows!" I say. "We need pillows!" I grab a pillow from against the headboard and I put it down under her hips. Goddamn feather pillows! No support! She just sinks right down, the pillows might as well not be there at all! "Doggie style?" I say. "No." "No?" "No." "I tell you what, I'll go find something." "Why don't you do that." So I rush out back into the hall, my stiff dick is waving around and I get a few stares from a couple of couples strolling down the hallway, but no matter, I got a supermodel to get back to! I head back into the book room. No way Malinov will miss a few of these. I grab a few off the shelves, four or five, damn, they weigh a ton! I run back to the bedroom with my armful of books. "Here you go!" and I dump them on the bed. "What are these for?" she says. I pile the books in the middle of the bed and put the feather pillows on top of them. I pat the raised platform. "Put it there, babe!" The supermodel just sits there for a minute. But she laughs, she's going for it, she's a sport! She plops her butt down on top of the books and pillows, and cool! We have open twat! My dick is aching for it, and I'm right up between her long legs and--ah!--in I go! I pump her in and out, she's all hot and sticky and man, she's strong! She's humping me back and bucking up and down so I settle in and fuck her good! I'm going, going good now, and her skin is all pink and sweaty and I kiss her and she sucks my tongue right out of my mouth, Christ! I'm on a roll now, I got the rhythm, and I go up on one arm and use my free thumb to go for her clit and she groans--ha!--she likes that! And around and around I go with my thumb and she whimpers and bucks and she throws her head back and lets out a big groan. Awesome! Supermodel orgasm! And I get a-rockin and a-rollin and a-fuckin and a-strollin--and uh oh!--here I go! I give her one good thrust and sink all the way in and dump my jizz right inside her. Wow! Awesome! That was the best ever! I get off her and my dick is getting soft, and it's all red and wet and I lie down in the big feather mattress. The supermodel scoots off the book pile, the pile has sunk down in the soft bed. The supermodel fishes around under the pillows and pulls out a couple books. Man, I am done for! What a fuck! My dick is going to remember this one for weeks! The supermodel rolls over on her stomach and flips through the book and man what an ass! I've never seen such a great ass! I dive right down on her grab her hips and bury my nose in the small of her back. "I can't believe I just fucked a supermodel!" I say. "I'm not a model," she says. "No?" "No." "Shit." Well, that's a bummer! But still, she was the best! "Well, you were great anyway! Even if you aren't a supermodel, you're still a superbabe!" She rolls out from under me and her thighs are apart. "I'm a writer," she says. Her bald little pussy is right there and looks good enough to eat! What did she say? A writer? Did I hear right? "A writer?" "Yes, a writer." "Oh. Well. That's cool too." Writer chicks, well, who would have guessed it? Best fuck ever! And she sure has great tits! You know, if she's a writer, maybe she can tell me something ... "So, super-writer-babe, do you know Bronwen?" Hey! <A HREF="nextweekend.html">Check out a cool follow-up</A> from Pulp Fan! Comments? Good or bad, I'd love to hear them. Email me at poisoniv1@hotmail.com. Or you can find mor estories like this on my website, http://bounce.to/poisoniv1.