("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Jennifer Lawrence: First Class Service by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com) *** It was the last day of Comic-Con. Things hadn't gone right all day and were still going wrong. But after her car broke down and she met the good-looking tow trucker driver, Jennifer felt things were about to turn around for her. (MF, mast, oral, celeb-parody) *** Author's Note: This is by request from RU's very own Duke_Bigelow. He and I had been talking about it for months, and I finally found time to write it for him. I hope you enjoy this, Duke! G] *** PROLOGUE The young man was in his uncle's basement, in what he called his "man cave". It was where he lived since he turned eighteen. His parents had kicked him out and his uncle took him in. He'd always been into cars so he decided to go to automotive school. He worked part time at night. After he graduated he had a hard time finding a mechanics job believe it or not. So he kept his part time job and worked on friends' cars during the day. He was in his mid-to-late twenties. He didn't have a girlfriend, though he did well enough with the ladies, the ones who enjoyed the bad boy look. But he was obsessed with one lady. A lady he could never have in his wildest dreams. A lady who morphed into a blue mutant. He was a huge X-Men fan. He had seen every movie when they'd come out in the theater. And of course he'd seen the most recent one, X- Men: First Class. And he immediately fell in lust with Jennifer Lawrence as Raven a.k.a. Mystique. After the movie ended he went out to find a bootleg copy, watching it over and over until the official DVD was released. He knew the scenes featuring Raven by heart. He'd go straight to them and pause the movie. This day was no different. He was watching the movie on his huge, flat screen TV, leaning back in his easy chair. his shirt was open, revealing his hairy, muscular and well-tanned torso. His jeans and briefs were around his ankles as he masturbated vigorously to the large screen image of his fantasy girl. His cock throbbed in his hand violently. He was grunting and groaning, imagining pumping his cock in and out of Jennifer Lawrence's tight pussy. The sight of her as Mystique gave him an idea of what the younger woman would look like naked. What a body... What tits... What an ass... He thrust up his hips, jerking off hard as he cried out "Ohhh, Jennifer!!!" and the first bolt of jizz shot out and hit his chest. Jerking his cock faster, he spurt out bolt after bolt of his hot load all over his chest and six-pack. He finally stoked out the last bit of jizz as he caught his breath. "Ohhh, Jennifer..." He moaned softly. He happened to notice a glob of jizz on the patch on his work shirt. He flicked it off. The patch read Blake... Jennifer Lawrence was glad the Comic-Con was over. It'd been a good week, but today...today had been a different story. For the previous days of the event, Jennifer went as Raven, her X-Men character's human form. But for the last day she was supposed to go as Mystique. Not in full body makeup. Jennifer was to wear her X-Men uniform, which showed off the twenty-two year-old's large, firm breasts. So her hair, face, neck and breasts were in makeup only. But it wasn't the same makeup used on the set of X-Men: First Class. The makeup was irritating Jennifer's skin, and seemed to worsen as the day wore on. Not to mention she was having an allergic reaction to the color contact lenses. But Jennifer didn't want to let down the fans, so she troppered on. And was glad when Comic-Con closed for the night. She was able to shower off the shit. Her skin was red as was her eyes after she removed the contact lenses but otherwise her skin seemed undamaged. And slowly the redness became less and less red. After her shower, she slipped on a white cotton bra and matching panties, her dark, unshaven pubes shadowing the thin material. Over those she threw on a t-shirt and tight jeans. But not before an pimply-faced intern walked in on her, blubbering his apologies. She was already in a bad mood, his blubbering only irritated her more. He finally scampered off. Once outside she handed her car keys to the valet parking attendant. It wasn't actually hers. She had flown down to Kentucky to visit her relatives and borrowed her cousin's car. She drove it down to Comic-Con without incident and was now looking forward to getting back. But the valet attendant couldn't seem to find her car. Somehow the lost it. How does someone lose a fucking car? Jennifer wondered, feeling her temper rising. Each guest of Comic-Con was supposed to get his or her own parking slot, and it was supposed to be written down in the book after it was parked. But the valet attendant who parked it didn't record that information and he went home with the flu. It took over half an hour to locate him but he said he couldn't remember, so it took another half an hour to finally locate the car between the lone three valet attendants [There WERE a lot of guests at Comic-Con, LOTS of cars]. Finally back behind the wheel of her cousin's car, Jennifer sighed in relief and tried to calm down. "Things can't get any worse," She said out loud. Luckily the car started right up, making her feel positive that thing were looking up. Jennifer got out of the Comic-Con parking lot and onto the road without incident. She was halfway back to Kentucky when things took a turn for the worse. What sounded like a gunshot made Jennifer scream. Then the car seemed to move strangely. Pulling over, she turned off the engine and got out. It hadn't been a gun shot. The front tire blew on the driver's side. It was shredded. Sighing, Jennifer reached into the car and popped the trunk. Going back, she opened it. To find no spare tire. "Darn it!" She hissed. "Nothing is going right today!" And that's when the downpour started. Jennifer shrieked. Slamming the trunk, she ran back into the car. But not before her t-shirt and jeans soaked through. She screamed again, banging on the steering wheel. "Calm down, Jennifer, calm down," She told herself out loud. "Take a deep breath. And call for a tow." Good thinking she thought. Grabbing her phone, she was sure it's say No Service. But she had full bars. "Yes!" She hissed in triumph. Jennifer called information as the rain pelted down hard on the roof of the car, fortunately knowing exactly where she was. She was connected to a tow service. She didn't have AAA but said she'd pay by credit card. She still had to wait another half an hour, but it was so dark out it didn't matter now when he arrived. When Jennifer saw the headlights of the tow truck she was never happier or more relieved in her life. She was never even worried he might turn out to be a rapist or murderer. Which he wasn't. Parking in front of her, the tow truck driver stepped out of the cab of his truck decked out in a yellow rain slicker. But Jennifer could see his face in the strobing lights atop the tow truck. He hit a button on the dash board and two spotlights flashed on, illuminating Jennifer and the car. "Thanks for coming!" She said gratefully, as she rolled down the window when he approached the car. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" He asked in a deep Southern accent. Jennifer found his voice turned her on. As did his scraggly black-haired beard. She had to admit the best part of Comic-Con was having the hunky cowboy-type guys tell her how much they loved her in X-Men: First Class, or ask for her autograph, or to have their picture taken with her. Jennifer loved that last one, having some strange, sexy man put his arm around her. It would make her wet. Almost as wet as the rain had made her. "The front tire blew out," Jennifer said. "Right there," She pointed out the window. "And there's no spare." As soon as she'd stuck her arm out the window the rain suddenly stopped. Jennifer shook her head. What luck. "Well, it's a good thing a brought a few tires, and I have just the one for your car. Plus I have a towel too if you want to dry off." "Well, thank you!" She smiled. Things were starting to turn around again. As she opened the car door he took off his rain slicker. Jennifer tried not to gawk at his large, muscular arms as well as his chest under the tight shirt. The name patch on his shirt read Blake. Jennifer also noticed his long black hair. She loved long hair on a cowboy-type guy. Blake went back to the cab of his truck and threw the rain slicker behind the seat. Then he grabbed the towel from back there too and brought it back to Jennifer. As he was returning he did some gawking himself at the wet beauty. Especially her bra showing through her t- shirt. But it was her face that made him stop. "You're Jennifer Lawrence, aren't you?" He blurted out. She smiled, taking the towel from his hand. "Yes I am. I take it you're a fan?" She asked as she dried her hair, making her large breasts shake with the effort. "I am. I really enjoyed you in X-Men: First Class!" He said. "Thank you! I watched the other X-Men movies growing up and was a fan. So being asked to play Mystique was an honor for me." "I'm a fan of all the X-Men movies as well!" Blake grinned. Jennifer liked his grin. "I was on my way back to Kentucky from Comic-Con," She said. "I wish I'd known there was an X-Men Comic-Con and you were going to be at it, I'd have come," He admitted. Jennifer felt her face growing hot. She was liking Blake more and more. "Let me get to work on the tire!" He said and turned to get the jack. Jennifer watched him work but didn't want to disturb him so said nothing. He worked quickly, getting the lug nuts off, removing the useless tire and replacing it with the brand new one, tightening the lug nuts on it. Jennifer had goosebumps watching his arm muscles flex. "That'll do it," Blake said, wiping his hands on his jeans as he stood up. He pressed the button on the jack to lower the car back down then pulled it out from under the car. He quoted her the price on the tire. "What about labor? You coming all the way out here?" Jennifer asked as she slipped in the car to get her wallet. "It's on me," He said. "I enjoyed your company, Ms. Lawrence." Awww was what Jennifer wanted to say, but she was quickly distracted. Her eyes widened as she became frantic. "No," She said softly. Then "No, no, no!", each word louder than the last. "Is something wrong, Ms. Lawrence?" Blake asked, concerned. "Everything is wrong!" Jennifer cried out. "Nothing has gone right today! And now I can't find my wallet. I must've left it at Comic-Con..." She kept looking for her wallet though. Blake was good at reading people, and knew she wasn't trying to scam him. Plus she WAS Jennifer Lawrence. "Tell you what," Blake said. "Let's just let it slide this time." "What?" Jennifer said in surprise. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure," He said. "I can tell you really had a bad day and I don't want to make it any worse." Jennifer couldn't help liking this guy the longer she knew him. "I could go on and on about how bad today was, but I'm trying not to think about it. But I insist on paying still. When I get my wallet back I'll call your tow truck company and pay over the phone. "If you really want to, all right, Ms. Lawrence." "I do," She smiled. "And just call me Jennifer." "All right. Jennifer. You have a safe trip home, you hear?" "I will! Thank you again!" Turning the key in the ignition, nothing happened. She tried it again. Nothing. Jennifer screamed. Then she started to cry. Which turned into uncontrollable laughter. "Are you all right, Jennifer?" "I'm having a nervous breakdown!" She said, giggling, tears streaming down her face. "My car won't start now." "Try it again." Jennifer did. Nothing. "Pop the hood for me," Blake said. She did and he got under it. "Try again!" She did. "All right, I see what's wrong." Blake said, slamming the hood shut. "But I don't have the part you need with me. I'll have to tow you in." Jennifer shook her head. Great. Just great. Grabbing the keys and her cell phone, she locked the car and watch Blake attach the car to the cables then raise it up off its front tires. It was starting to getting colder, at least it felt that way since Jennifer was still wet. Blake saw her shiver. "Come on," He said, motioning to the truck. "I'll turn on the heat for you." "Best thing I've heard all day," Jennifer said, chuckling softly as she followed him to the passenger side of the truck. He opened the door like a gentleman and helped her into the cab. "Thank you," She said. Jennifer sank into the oversized seat with a sigh. Blake quickly got in and started the engine, then turned on the heat full blast. "Get comfortable, it'll be a half hour before we get to the garage," He said. "Thanking you doesn't seem like enough," Jennifer said, feeling a little guilty about all Blake was going through for her. "Don't worry about it," He insisted gallantly. "But I can't help it," She said. Then suddenly she thought of how she could show her appreciation to him. "I know!" She blurted. With a mischievous grin Blake couldn't see because his eyes were on the road, Jennifer eased her hand between his legs and gave him a squeeze. "Ohhh..." He was already hard! Unzipping his fly, she reached into his pants and fished his cock out of his briefs. "I like what your packing," Jennifer said huskily, starting to stroke his large cock. Blake said nothing, doing his best to focus on the road in front of them. Jennifer stroked his cock faster. He couldn't believe he was getting jerked off by Jennifer Lawrence! It couldn't get any better than this, Blake thought. But it did when five minutes later when the blonde ducked her head and took his swollen cock into her mouth! Blake groaned and reduced his speed. Jennifer slowly slid her mouth up and off his cock, then slowly lowered her mouth back around it. Blake groaned. Her tongue twirled around his thick shaft and raked up the sensitive underside. Blake did his best to keep the truck in his own lane. Jennifer started bobbing her head up and down on his cock faster as she unbuttoned and worked her soaked jeans off her slim legs, kicking them to the floor. Her panties soon followed. She started rubbing her wet pussy, and it wasn't just wet from the rain. Jennifer started moaning while she sucked his cock. The vibrations went down his cock and through every nerve in his body. He was surprised he didn't lose control of the truck. Faster and faster Jennifer's head bobbed as she slipped two fingers up her tight pussy and began to ram them in and out. She was still fingering herself vigorously when Blake groaned and started to cum in Jennifer's mouth. She quickly swallowed down bolt after heavy bolt, loving the taste of his jizz. She was disappointed when she'd drained him, but curled up in a ball as she continued to finger her hot pussy. Blake increased his speed, hoping to get back to the garage before Jennifer tried something else. IF she tries something else he thought pessimistically. Her moans grew louder and louder as her fingers traveled in and out of her faster and harder. She had never been this horny for any man before. Finally Jennifer cried out as her pussy spasmed. She pumped her fingers in and out rapidly as her young body convulsed wildly. After she came she didn't stop. She was ravenous with lust. Jennifer started fingering her pussy from behind as she played with her clit from the front. She was gasping and groaning, writing on the seat as Blake raced closer to the garage. Then she came again, more intensely then before, but it only made Jennifer hornier. Uncurling herself, she reached for his still hard cock. "I want this," Jennifer said like a possessed woman. "Oh, no," Blake groaned. "We're about five minutes from town and the garage, can't this wait?" "No," She said. "Pull over. I want this inside of me now!" Hell, Blake wanted to fuck Jennifer bad too, and it was warm and cozy in here anyway... Pulling over to the shoulder, he put the truck in park and unbuckled his seat belt. Jennifer got on her hands and knees, thrusting her good- sized, round ass in Blake's face. Maneuvering himself behind her, he plunged his large cock into her wet pussy. Jennifer cried out as his cock stuffed her full. She loved it! Grabbing her hips, Blake began to pound in and out of her pussy hard. He didn't care about jizzing too quick. Jennifer was loving the hard pounding. It was just what she needed. What she had always needed... She screamed nearly making Blake deaf as she came more intensely than she ever had in her whole life. Jennifer gasped and groaned as she tried to catch her breath when a second orgasm hit her quickly after the first. She never came that quick! Jennifer came almost continuously for the next fifty minutes as Blake kept up the jack hammer pace on her sweet pussy. She multi-orgasmed often too, another first for her. Finally Blake cried out and flooded Jennifer's pussy with another heavy load, spurting into her about nine times before his erection went and slipped out of her. Jennifer collapsed onto the seat, whimpering softly as she caught her breath. Blake slipped back behind the wheel and put it into DRIVE. Jennifer turned around and the seat and law her head in his lap. "I love you," She said clear as day. And Blake knew she meant it. The garage was closed this late. Blake parked the tow truck and said to Jennifer. "I'm going to detach your car then take you back to my place. If there's anything you want from the car get it now." Jennifer opened the truck door, still half naked and scampered out. Since she was already on the passenger side she used the key to unlock that door. Opening it, something tumbled out. Jennifer bent down to pick it up. It was her wallet. It had somehow slipped between the car seat and the door. A fine way to end the day. Jennifer couldn't help but giggle... THE END For more stories by this author: http://kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?board=77.0 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 83