by Young, M. L.
“Lots and lots of porn,” I replied seductively.
“It’s your turn,” Kurt quickly replied as he pulled me up and tossed me onto the bed.
“My turn?” I asked before putting my finger in my mouth.
Kurt put his hands on the bands of my thong and looked back up at me.
“Yes, your turn,” he said before pulling them off and tossing them far across the room.
Almost immediately, I was surprised with something Kurt has never done before, at least with me. He got on his knees, put my legs on his shoulders, and began to eat me out. His tongue flickered against my wet clit, almost feeling as though it were vibrating at high speeds as I heard a buzzing sound from his mouth. I looked down at him, trying to keep my head up, as I saw him look back up at me and give a little wink.
“Fuck,” I said as I slammed my head back down and closed my eyes, my hand soon going down below and pushing his face in farther, suffocating him.
He stuck his fingers in, two of them, slowly as my back began to arch from pleasure. Quickly, out of nowhere, he flicked his fingers up, pressing against my g-spot and making me twist and twirl the sheets as my back arched up, a light gasp coming out of my lungs as I tried to regain my composure. What the fuck was that? I didn’t even know that could happen to me, and I’ve been masturbating for years. Whatever it was, I now had a craving for it, and I wanted that spot pressed more than anything.
“I need to be in you,” Kurt said as he stood up quickly, the connection of his tongue against my buzzing slit no longer there.
He walked over to this bag, shuffled through it, and seemed to pull something out. What was it? Did he bring toys? He said he didn’t even want to do anything this weekend, so it made me curious as to why he’d even bring them. I guess you could never be too safe, though.
“We can watch this later,” he said as he showed me a camera, which he set not too far away on the entertainment stand.
A camera? That was his big idea? I felt hesitant, but I was a cam girl after all? The only difference between this and what I did for money is that this wouldn’t be broadcasted all over the world to any horny guy willing to watch. Besides, Kurt was safe to tape with. He was a star after all, and I knew he wasn’t going to let this get leaked. The scandal alone could be enough to ruin his career.
Kurt lay beside me, and spit on his hand before rubbing it all over his piece. The spit, bubbling and white, dripped down his shaft and cascaded over his smooth and tight balls. I bit my lip, rubbed myself, and straddled him before feeling his shaft rub against my lips.
Kurt twisted my nipples softly, the spit still on his fingers rubbing off and getting cold when his fingers went away, causing them to harden up even more. I grabbed him from behind, the camera rolling, and stuck the tip of the head in, before putting my hands on his chest and letting him slide into me.
“God, you’re fucking tight,” he said as he looked down at my lips wrapping around him.
“You’re so fucking big. This big fucking dick is almost too much to take,” I said. I could tell my words resonated in his mind and caused him to get more excited as he slid his hands down my sides and onto my hips.
I began to slide up and down, his manhood pushing into me and stretching me open as every part of his nine-inch meat made a woman out of me. As I bounced on top of him, I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the red blinking light on the camera as it recorded my every movement on top of his dick. For some reason, it turned me on even more. I felt like one of those couples on MingleCam. I now knew why they loved being recorded so much, and just how invigorated and horny it made them feel. I turned my head back as I felt Kurt’s tongue against a nipple, his tongue wrapping around it and pulled it in as he began to suck on it with all of his might.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I did something I’ve never done, and I didn’t know why. I slapped him across the face. I didn’t do it incredibly hard, but there was a smack, and while I was doing it and after, I didn’t stop shoving him inside of me.
“Whoa!” he said with a look of shock.
“Yeah, how’d you like that?” I asked before shoving myself down on top of him and grinding against the base of his dick.
He overtook me with power, and with his dick still far inside of me, flipped me over on the bed, so I was now the one on my back and he was towering over me.
“God yes, make me your little slut,” I said as I swayed my hips up and down, feeling his incredibly hard erection move inside of me.
Kurt swatted my hands down and grabbed onto my shoulders, locking himself in as his hips kept my legs away. All of a sudden, and in sheer quickness, he turned on his motor and began fucking me like a rabbit. His piece was pushing in and pulling out as quickly as his body would let him. I almost felt his dick come up my throat as each thrust tingled my entire body.
“Yes…yes…FUCK YES!” I screamed out, not caring if anybody, especially a maid, was inside of our suite.
“Ooh,” Kurt moaned as he continued to go faster.
I grinded my teeth together and grabbed onto his bulging biceps as I helped him pound me harder. His face forward and his eyes closed, I watched his face squirm and his eyelid twitch.
“Fuck!” I said loudly as I felt my clit tingling.
“Yes,” Kurt said.
I let out a loud moan as I felt my body climax. I squeezed his arms tightly, my orgasm shattering my mind, as my heart began to beat as hard as it possibly could. I felt myself tighten up around his dick, which must’ve been just the thing he needed to end all of this.
“God yes,” he said through his teeth as he pulled his dick, the large veins protruding out, from inside of me.
I got on my knees quickly, pushed my breasts together as his load, all warm and sticky, shot out of his head, and coated my body in a white glaze. I giggled, my head back and eyes closed, as I rubbed it into my skin. Kurt let out a few short moans as the last few drops of nectar dripped out of his very red head and shaft.
“That was the best I’ve ever had,” he said slowly, as his breathing began to come back.
“I’ve never came so hard in my life, baby,” I said as I stood up and kissed him on the lips.
Kurt stumbled over and turned off the camera before tossing it back into his bag, not leaving it out in plain sight for somebody to get a hold of. We both stood there, covered in sweat and me in juice, after we had just gotten all ready and nice.
“Is it too early to take another shower?” I asked with a smile.
“I think we definitely need one,” he said with a short laugh.
“Me, too,” I said before walking over and kissing him one last time on the lips.
Our lips lingered on each other’s, not wanting to leave as we had just shared the best sex of our lives together. It was more than sex, though, and more than passion. It felt as though we were connected, like we were one, and it wasn’t because his dick was farther inside of me than anything else ever had been. Ever since he began to be more human, we have been connecting. He has shown me that even though he can be a total freak in the bedroom, he can be the biggest sweetheart and gentleman outside of it.
He put his hand on my back and we walked into the bathroom and closed the big oak door behind us. Kurt turned on the water, the large glass stall getting steamy as the ten jets inside sprayed water in every which direction. Kurt held my hand as I got in, preventing me from slipping, and he quickly joined me as our bodies began to get wet and the sweat and dirt washed away.
Maybe I was wrong about him this entire time. Maybe he was the guy that I needed, even if his lifestyle wasn’t one I was sure I could fully get used to. Even with how much fun I was having, tomorrow I would be back to reality, which meant that not only would I not be here with Kurt any longer, but school and Tom would also come back into my life. I couldn’t keep stringing both of them along, and I needed to choose one of them before I ended up losing both.
Why couldn’t this be like the movies?
Chapter Elev
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“I don’t want to leave,” I said with a pout.
“I know you don’t, sweetie. To be honest, I don’t want to leave either. This trip has been so great…so amazing. I don’t think I’ve felt this relaxed and mellow in years,” Kurt said.
“We could always stay longer…” I suggested, knowing deep down that even if we wanted to, we couldn’t.
It was Sunday, the day of our leaving this amazing suite and hotel. I had school, and Kurt had…well, Kurt had whatever he does during the day. The lives of actors was pretty much all over the place, from what he’d told me, and you could go months at a time without working.
“I wish we could, Chloe. I have some premieres coming up I have to attend, as well as a meeting with the studio to go over my next movie. They want to discuss finances, role choices, and all of that boring behind-the-scenes stuff,” Kurt said.
“Yeah, I have school anyway. I really can’t wait to be done with it all. The whole thing is starting to feel repetitive and never changing. It feels as though I’ll never use half of this material they’re teaching anyway.”
“School is generally a waste of time. I’m really glad I decided to be an actor,” Kurt said with a smile as he zipped up his suitcase.
“Yeah, you’re lucky. I’d kill to be able to go to premieres and award shows and all of that stuff,” I said.
“Well, talking about that stuff, maybe you can be lucky and be able to go, also,” Kurt said.
“What do you mean? I’m not an actor in any sense of the word, and I’m definitely not famous.”
“Well, how would you feel about being my date? I could use one, and with how well things have been going between us, maybe this would be a nice step up in the right direction. You’d have a dress and jewelry sent over to use, and I’d pick you up in a limo before we leave for the premiere. We can walk the red carpet and then go watch the movie. It’s not my movie, I don’t even have a cameo, so it’ll be fun and carefree. Maybe we can hit up a party afterward, and then go from there,” Kurt said.
Wow, he really wanted me to go with him? I was just a nobody, at least I thought so. I knew I went to the one before with Morgan, but this would be an entirely new experience. Instead of extending myself over the barriers on the red carpet, I would actually walk it, and in a beautiful dress! My frilly prom dress would get to stay in the closet, and who knew what designer I’d get to wear. Maybe if I were really lucky, one of those pesky reporters would ask me who I was wearing. I’d always wanted to be asked that.
“I’d…I’d love to go with you, Kurt. Are you sure you want me as your date, though? I’m sure there are tons of pretty girls who would love to hang from your arm,” I said with a tone of uncertainty and hesitation in my voice.
“Chloe.” Kurt walked over to me and brushed my falling hair behind my ears. “I can’t imagine going with anybody else in the world. You’re beautiful, you’re my date, and I’m going to show you the time of your life. Sound good?”
“Yes,” I said as I nodded. “It sounds great.”
“Great. The premiere is on Friday, so I’ll have my assistant get you what you need.”
I stood on my tippy-toes and kissed Kurt softly on the lips before bringing myself back down and placing my suitcase from the bed onto the ground.
“Well, I guess we better get going,” I said.
Kurt walked over to his suitcase, opened it up, and looked around as if making sure he wasn’t forgetting something.
“Got everything?” I asked.
Kurt shuffled around his bag and pulled something out, the camera he used to record us. He turned, looked at me, and smiled.
“Just making sure this didn’t get into the hands of any strangers,” he said as he zipped it up inside his bag.
“You better make sure it doesn’t,” I said sternly.
“Oh, I won’t. The last thing I need is a scandal like this. I’m not sure sex tapes work as well for male celebrities anyway.”
“If people could see what you’re packing, I think it’d work very well,” I said before slapping his butt and making him jump a little.
Kurt shook his head and we walked through the suite and over to the front door, before turning around and looking back one more time at the beautiful marble floors and the sweeping view far across the other room.
“It’s so beautiful. I need to make sure I come back to this hotel someday,” I said.
“We will, don’t you worry,” Kurt said as he opened the door, our bags in tow.
I took in a mental image, turned around, and walked out the door before we made our way to the front, where our beautiful sports car was waiting. This trip was amazing, and I’d never forget it, but now I needed to get back to my reality, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to return to that.
•••
“It’s about time you’re home!” Morgan said as I dropped my bags on the living room floor.
I slipped off my shoes, shuffled over to the couch, and sat back on the itchy cushion as she looked at me, as if waiting for me to spill every little secret about this weekend.
“Well?” she asked as she flung up her arms.
“I had…an amazing time,” I said as each word made my smile grow even larger.
“What did you two do? Did you do a lot of things outside, or was it more inside? That NorCal weather is so jumpy, you just never know.”
“Mostly inside, although some stuff outside. It was really just a mellow and relaxing time. No big events or anything too touristy. He’s been stressed out lately and is working a lot, so he just wanted to relax.”
“Did you…you know…have sex?” Morgan asked with a look of excitement on her face.
“That’s not appropriate to ask,” I said.
“You did, you totally did. I’m not going to tell anyone, I’m just curious. Knowing my best friend is banging a movie star is like something you only read in books and stuff,” she said.
“Did Tom, you know, come by or anything?” I asked.
“Naw, he hasn’t come by yet. I knew your phone was off, and he didn’t even try and ask me where you were or if I had heard from you,” Morgan said.
“That’s interesting,” I said as I turned forward and looked at the wall.
“Yeah, well, you better get your shit together if you’re going to break things off with him. Make it nice, cause you have classes together, and I think losing you to a movie star is going to be a big enough self-esteem hit,” Morgan said before standing up and walking out of the room.
She was sort of right. If I was going to break things off with Tom, which I might, I needed to get my shit together so I could figure out what to do and say to him. Maybe I could keep Kurt a secret.
•••
I sat around all day studying and getting my laundry done before Tom texted me. I turned on my phone, only to get a flood of texts and missed calls from everyone from Tom to my parents and even Morgan. They all wanted to know what I was doing, where I was, and then Morgan’s incessant questions about borrowing my clothes and jewelry.
He asked me if he could come over, or if I could go over to his place. I said his place was too far away, and Morgan’s parents were visiting for the entire day, helping her set up some new bedroom furniture, so we could meet at Founder’s Park. It was a small park on campus, not even really a park but just a giant plot of grass and trees, and I figured it was close enough where I didn’t have to walk really far, but also not awkward if I had to run away. Tom agreed, and we were set to meet at seven.
As seven got closer, I left the house and made my way to the park, which was about seven or eight minutes from my apartment. I talked to myself under my breath the entire time, going over scenarios in my head of how this could happen. Was I going to freeze under the pressure? Would he kiss me and hug me when he saw me, making my decision even harder? I liked Tom, I really did, and I didn’t want to see him go, but I wasn’t looking to date two men at the same time. Quite frankly, I didn’t think they wanted to share m
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I approached the park, the bench where I said to meet already occupied with Tom, who was wearing dark-washed jeans and a tan canvas jacket that was slightly crinkled from years of use. He didn’t stand when I came, even though he saw me and gave me an acknowledgement. His leg shook, almost nervously, and I began to wonder if this meeting was as much of a homecoming as it was something else…something disastrous.
“Hi,” I said as I sat down next to him.
“Hey,” he said, his voice displaying some sort of sorrow.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Everything is great. My scholarship got extended, I got an A on my physics test, and my parents are going to visit the school in three weeks,” Tom said, a curt tone easy to hear.
“Well, that’s great,” I said.
“But, there’s one thing that isn’t that great. It’s actually quite mysterious if you ask me. I was really worried about you this past weekend. You didn’t reply to many, if any, of my texts or calls, and I wanted to do something special for you. I knew you were hurting and sad, so I thought it would be great to order you some flowers. You told me the hospital you’d be at, and I knew your grandpa’s name, so I ordered some. I got a call back a few hours later from the florist, and they told me they couldn’t find you anywhere. Actually, they said they couldn’t even find your grandpa anywhere. I told them that they must have been mistaken. You told me you were there, and if you weren’t there, maybe because you were eating or something, your grandpa surely was. They said there wasn’t even a patient there by that name. I asked if the hospital was right, and they said it was the only hospital within fifty miles. So, it made me wonder, is she even there? Where else could she be? So, basically, you have a lot of explaining to do,” Tom said, his anger raising his voice slightly before he caught himself midspeech and lowered it to avoid any raised eyebrows.
Shit…just shit. My stomach dropped as my heart began beating faster, as if the blood in my veins were traveling down the Autobahn. What should I do? Should I come out with the truth like Morgan said? Should I lie and save myself, only to have him figure it all out later? I couldn’t tell him I was out with Kurt, I had to lie about him and make something up.