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Peter was on his way back to his house after a three mile run when he saw Shawna for the first time. At five and a half feet tall, with a thin, athletic body that had seen its fair share of time in the gym, tits that were spilling out of her shirt, long, shapely legs, a sharp, angular face, and silky brown hair, Shawna was incredibly sexy. She looked to be somewhere around thirty years old at first glance, making her ten years his elder, which was exactly how he liked his women. But her age didn’t really matter all that much, it was just a bonus. All Peter knew was that she was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen in the flesh.

Shawna parked her car against the curb and exited the driver’s side just as Peter got to her driveway. He glanced up at her, saw that she was looking right at him, and decided not to avert his eyes, even as she returned his stare. In fact, she was checking him out just as intensely as he was checking her out. More so, actually.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked. She was looking at him with eyes that were harsh but held an undercurrent of playfulness and one side of her mouth was turned up in a little smirk.

Peter stopped in front of her. They were about five feet away from each other. Peter was already finished with his run, so he figured he might as well do a little bit of flirting, not expecting it to end up anywhere. He looked her up and down, just as she had done to him. She was wearing high-heeled sandals, jean shorts and a white bikini top and she wore them well.

“That depends,” Peter said. “Do you?”

She shrugged. “You’re the best looking boy I’ve seen in a while.”

Peter laughed softly. “Well thanks, I guess. I believe I can honestly say the same thing about you. Except substitute woman for boy, of course.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, speaking casually. “So do you want to come in and fuck?”

“Excuse me?” Peter asked, a little smile masking his disbelief.

“What? Did I stutter?” she said.

“No, I guess you didn’t.”

“Well then, what do you say? You like what you see and so do I. No sense beating around the bush. We might as well get on with things and see what comes of it.”

Peter considered her offer, trying to figure out if she was just messing with him. He was generally considered to be a pretty good-looking guy, even having done a little modeling for an underwear company a few years back, and he was used to getting hit on. But not like this. Never like this.

“You’re serious?” Peter asked, just to make sure.

“Absolutely,” she replied.

Peter pretended to think about it for a moment, but in reality, there was nothing to think about. She was an incredibly attractive woman, and undoubtedly experienced, based on the way she was acting. Plus her forwardness could only mean good things in the bedroom.

“Sure,” Peter said. “What the fuck.”

“Great,” she said, turning and heading up the front walk. “Then follow me.”

So Peter did.

She unlocked the door and held it open for him. “By the way,” she said. “My name is Shawna.”

“I’m Peter,” he replied, walking past her and into the living room. It was a nice place, furnished with expensive things. Peter idly wondered what Shawna did to be able to afford such nice stuff. Or if she had a husband, or maybe an ex.. Not that it mattered too much at this point.

“Nice to meet you, Peter,” Shawna said, closing the door behind them.

She took his hand and led him across the living room. His eyes were on her ass the entire time as it worked beneath her shorts. It was tight and tiny, exactly how Peter liked them. It was obvious Shawna spent her fair share of time in the gym.

They went through the first door on the right. It was another well-furnished room, consisting of a huge plasma screen TV, a couple of oak bookshelves, a massive stereo system and a king-sized bed.

Peter closed the door behind them and when he turned around, Shawna was already on her knees, her hands pulling down his flimsy running shorts and briefs Peter wore underneath.

“Okay, then,” Peter said, caught off-guard but not complaining in the least. “I guess it’s going to be like that.”

“Yes it is,” Shawna said right before she took his cock in her mouth.

His cock was already chubby from anticipation and it quickly grew hard as Shawna worked it inside her mouth, licking and sucking on it like she’d done this a thousand times before. Which, based on how things were going so far, she probably had. Peter had no idea. But again, Peter wasn’t complaining.

Shortly after his cock was hard, Shawna stood up and starting taking off her clothes without any pretense. Peter followed suit, stripping his shirt off and slipping out of his socks and shoes.

Once they were both naked, she spun him around so his back was facing the bed, then gave him a little shove, pushing him down onto the covers, falling on top of him as Peter came crashing down.

Before they had even stopped bouncing, Shawna was climbing on top of him, one leg on each side of him, straddling him. She grabbed ahold of his cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue into his mouth and started slowly grinding on his cock.

It wasn’t long before she began to pick up the pace, breaking off the kiss and leaning back until she was sitting straight up. With his hands on her waist, she worked his cock in and out of her pussy, moving her body back and forth, then in a circular motion, then bouncing up and down on it, mixing things up, keeping him from getting too comfortable.

Peter ran his hands up her washboard stomach and grabbed ahold of her large, perky tits. Peter played with her nipples, rubbing and flicking and lightly squeezing them until they were hard.

Staring down at him, Shawna’s face was a mask of concentration, her eyes totally focused and her jaw set tight. Her breath was coming more quickly now and she was slamming down onto his body with more and more force. Both of them were covered in sweat and the room smelled like sex.

She leaned forward and put her hands on his chest and used the newfound leverage to drop her ass onto his cock even more aggressively.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Your cock feels so fucking good in my pussy.”

Shawna hammered down on him a couple more times then climbed off his cock and slid her body down the bed until her head was poised directly between his legs.

Staring directly at him, she ran her tongue up and down his cock, licking it clean of her juices. With her eyes still locked on his, she said, “I love the taste of my pussy. Do you like it when I lick my pussy juices off of your cock?”

Peter nodded, unsure of whether he could even speak at that point.

Sensing his trepidation, Shawna laughed, then took his cock in her mouth and started to blow him proper, bouncing her head up and down on it a few times before taking it halfway down and holding it there.

A couple seconds later she pulled her head off. Gripping his cock in her hand, she jerked him off, still maintaining eye contact.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked.

“I fucking love it,” Peter said, finding his voice.

“It makes you want to come all over me, doesn’t it?” she said.

“Yes it does,” Peter replied.

Smiling, she said, “Maybe in a little while. But first I need your hard cock inside me again.” She released her hold on his cock and turned around.

Climbing onto her hands and knees, Shawna stuck her ass up in the air. Then she turned her upper body so she was looking back at Peter as he sat there, staring at her.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“Very much so,” Peter said.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?”

Peter didn’t have a good answer, so he climbed to his knees and slid his body in behind hers. He grabbed ahold of his cock and slipped it into her dripping wet pussy.

It slid in easily, like dipping into it pool of warm oil. It felt so good that Peter was afraid of giving her too much of his cock for fear that he wouldn’t last very long inside her if he did. But she refused to take things slow, working her ass back into him, moving it back and forth, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam.

It wasn’t long before she was bouncing her ass back against him hard enough that Peter was losing his balance. He grabbed ahold of Shawna’s hips and started moving forward as she moved back, their bodies meeting in the middle. It started off as a way to counteract her gyrations but they quickly settled into a nice rhythm.  

They continued on like this, their bodies working in perfect synch, slamming together with just the right amount of force to maximize the pleasure. Shawna’s breath was growing more rapid, as was Peter’s, along with the rising pitch of the moans and groans coming from their mouths.

Peter grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and spread her ass apart and started slamming his cock into her more aggressively, giving it to her balls deep, their bodies smacking up against each other with a wet sound.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Just like that. Just like that.”

Shawna shifted her body, lifting her chin and arching her back a little further. She shook her head back and forth a couple of times, causing her hair to spill down her back. It beckoned him, just lying there, begging to get pulled.

Shawna turned her head and looked back at him, and somehow knew exactly what Peter was thinking. Between moaning breaths, she said, “Go ahead. Do it. Pull my fucking hair.”

So Peter did, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a yank. Her head tilted further back and her spine arched even more, revealing her vertebrae and sharp shoulder blades and back muscles.

This drove him crazy with lust, and Peter started hammering his cock into her even more aggressively.

“Holy fuck,” she said, her voice rising in tone and intensity. “Just like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop! I’m going to fucking cum!”

And Shawna was as good as her word, tightening up for just a moment before unleashing a wordless scream as her entire body shimmied and shook while Peter continued pounding away at her.

Once her orgasm had passed, she pulled herself off him. Before Peter had a chance to move, she’d spun around and wrapped her lips around his cock .

Maintaining the same intensity from earlier, she started to blow him, moving her head back and forth while Peter looked down at her. Shawna worked his cock like a champ, jerking him off while she sucked on the tip, constantly varying the speed and pressure and depth, keeping him on his toes.

One of her hands slid down to his ballsack and gave it a squeeze while she continued to blow him. After a particularly intense series of maneuvers, she took his cock three quarters of the way down, and held it there for a few seconds while she continued massaging his balls.

Peter let out a soft moan and quickly pulled away before it was too late.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, looking up at him with you a little grin on her face. “You don’t want to cum all over me?”

“Of course Peter do,” Peter said. “Just not quite yet. First I want to eat your pussy.”

She flashed him a mock disappointed look. “Well, I guess if you insist . . .” she said.

“Oh I do,” Peter said. “I most definitely do.”

Peter climbed off the bed, then grabbed ahold of Shawna’s legs and pulled her towards him. Giggling, she scooted her backside along the blankets. Once her hips were poised right at the edge of the bed, Peter spread her legs apart, opening her up, and dropped to his knees. Peter shot her a quick glance, then buried his face in her shaved, sopping wet, perfect little pussy.

Peter started working it with his tongue, lapping at her pussy from the bottom to the top like a kitten drinking milk. As Shawna made high-pitched pleasurable sounds, Peter stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy and started exploring.

Based on the sounds coming from her mouth she was enjoying it immensely. Peter was too, totally digging the control he had over her while he was down there, not to mention the smell, the taste, and the smoothness of her insides.

Peter glanced up at her face and saw her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Smiling, he got his fingers into the mix, sliding them into her pussy while he moved his tongue up and dug it into her clit.

This set Shawna off again, her eyes opening wide and a string of obscenities pouring from her mouth. As her body bucked back and forth, she screamed, “Holy fucking shit! Right there, right fucking there!”

A few seconds later she came again, her body quivering while her pussy drenched his fingers and his mouth with its juices.

Feeling his own orgasm creeping ever closer, Peter slid his fingers out of her pussy and pulled his tongue away from her clit and climbed to his feet.

“You’re really fucking good at that,” Shawna said, her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes brimming with excitement.

“Thanks,” Peter said. “I’m glad I got a chance to show you what I can do.”

“So am I,” she said. “So am I. Now stick your cock back into me and fuck me until you’re ready to come all over me, understand?”

“If you insist,” Peter said, matching her tone of mock disappointment from earlier.

Laughing, she threw her legs open, grabbed ahold of his cock, and slid it into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever and it engulfed his cock immediately.

Peter tried to take things slow but she was so wet that it was impossible. So he didn’t worry about trying to make it last as long as possible, and just went with the flow, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, giving it to her balls deep every time.

Shawna threw her legs over his shoulders, lifting her ass up off the bed a little bit, giving him a better angle to work with and allowing his cock deeper inside her.

Leaning forward, his palms on the bed, elbows locked out, Peter pummeled her with everything he had, hammering away at her pussy while she moaned in pleasure beneath him.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and lifted her head up a little bit. “Are you ready to come yet?” she asked.

“Almost,” Peter replied.

“Make sure you tell me when,” she said. “I want your hot cum all over me.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Peter said.

Peter pumped his cock into her a few more times then said, “Holy fuck here I cum,” and quickly slid his cock out of her pussy.

Shawna climbed off the bed and dropped down to her knees on the ground in front of him. She grabbed the base of his cock in her hand and took the tip in her mouth. Holding the skin of his shaft tight with her hand, she sucked on the head of his cock, her mouth acting like a siphon, drawing his cum from him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Peter said under his breath as his body took the final steps towards orgasm.

Maintaining eye contact the entire time, Shawna continued sucking his cock right up until the moment his sperm was going to start shooting out of it. Only then did she pull her mouth off his cock and jerk him off, sending white spurts of cum all over her chest.

Peter spasmed four times before falling still.

Shawna’s tits were covered in his sperm. It was dripping down her chest and onto her stomach. Smiling up at him, she took his cock in her mouth one last time, sucking on the tip to extract every last bit of cum from him before rising to her feet and falling back onto the bed.

Peter fell down next to her. Both their backs were on the covers and their eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, adding, “If a little bit unadventurous.”

“I’ve known you for all of thirty minutes,” Peter said. “You can’t expect people to get too crazy on each in that short of a time.”

“I guess not,” she said. “But next time, we’ll have no excuses.”

“None at all,” Peter said, flashing her a smile. “None. At. All.”






Famous people are always complaining about the downsides to fame. Being chased by the paparazzi, getting recognized everywhere you go, people thinking they know you because they’ve seen you on television; the list goes on and on. But don’t listen to those blowhards who complain that fame just isn’t worth it. They’re full of shit. The benefits far, far outweigh the negatives.

Being famous opens up all sorts of opportunities that are never available to the common man. Invitations to the best parties, hanging out with other rich and famous people, and hopping around the world on your private jet are just a few.

But one of the most important benefits to being famous is the wealth that comes with it. Wealth is important because it allows you to go pretty much whatever you want. Two-month vacation in Hawaii? No problem. Fly to Europe for a couple of days? Done. Go hide at a mountain resort away from civilization for some down time? Piece of cake.

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