So After The 83rd Academy award I decided to hang with Jennifer Lawrence she wasn’t doing anything and we decided to go a fancy restaurant in the L.A. area.
There was a lot of sparkling light and the sound of clinking glasses in the dimly lit room. The murmur of many voices in conversation, sometimes rising into laughter, sometimes diminishing into a cozy half-silence. A lot of polished wood and expensive paintings. Some very well dressed and well trained waiters and waitresses, and Jennifer’s Blue eyes staring intently into mine. Oh yes, and a menu of savory entrees, and a wine list, both of which I had no business even looking at. I cannot afford this restaurant, I thought. This is going to be a very costly date. Fact is, I had no idea how right I was about that, or how very costly this soiree would prove to be.
“So, any lingering reservations about dating you?” Jennifer asked.
“Only that I’m gonna need going a bigger wallet if I’m ever going to be able to afford to bring you here again.” I was trying to be funny, but I really meant it. The cheapest entree on the menu was $37. And that was a salad.
“Well, we can talk about that I suppose” Jennifer’s lips raised into just the faintest trace of a smile.
“How is everything?” chimed Penny.
“Great!” said me.
“Fine.” said Jennifer, raising an icy glare Penny’s way. Jennifer’s eyes were like lasers, able to penetrate iron walls three feet thick, but Penny was immune.
“Awesome!” said Penny. And she danced lightly away to the next table.
If Jennifer felt jealous or threatened, there was absolutely no reason for her to feel that way. She was exactly my type; a nicely matured woman who was smart, funny, and confident, with a voluptuous curvy body that set my imagination on fire. She had long blonde hair , and it was let down nicely, spilling off her shoulders and cascading down her back and also her front, almost into the exposed cleavage that seemed ready to pop out of that tight red dress.
“Now where were we.” She said. “You were trying to get me?” Or maybe I was trying to get you….”
It was rising all right.
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Two hours and two bottles of heartbreakingly expensive cabernet later we were on the doorstep of her apartment. Dinner had gone very well- lots of flirting and some meaningful conversation too. I decided that it went well enough in fact for me to try planting a kiss on my blonde haired buxom and in my half-inebrieated state, slightly less intimidating, lady boss.
“You know, if I don’t get fired any time soon, I’d love to do this again sometime” I said as I moved in closer.
“I mean, I’ll have to save up for a while," I continued, "Maybe take out a reverse mortgage.” Our thighs were touching now. Her midsize breasts were compressed against my chest. Her laser beam eyes locked into mine.
She lifted her hand, put a finger to my lips. “We’ll have to see about that, mister.” her other hand went to my belt buckle, giving it a slight tug. “In the meantime, it’s not that late, why don’t you come in for a while?”
“Um, OK.” I said, out of witty replies at this point. I was hooked by the belt buckle. As usual, she was in the lead, and I actually have to admit that I was enjoying that a little bit.
She led us into her apartment, still holding me by the belt, so I had to walk a bit funny. When we reached the couch, she gave me a little shove to make me tip backwards into it.
“Now you just park that sweet little ass right here for a minute while I get us another drink” she said.
There was a slight edge to her voice there, one that maybe hadn’t been noticeable at dinner, and come to think of it, that shove into the couch had some f***e behind it. Jennifer was almost as tall as me, and she actually might have outweighed me by a pound or two, with those ample hips and breasts. Maybe she was a little d***ker than I thought? I sat tight and took in the sights of the apartment. Of course it was well decorated and furnished, with some nice artwork on the walls too. The paintings and photos were actually a little provocative. Come to think of it, all the pictures seemed to have a common theme: large, actually super-sized Asian women dominating smaller men. The women were mostly sitting on the men, often on their faces. They may even have been painted by the same artist….
“Enjoying the view?”
I gulped. I actually may have said “Gulp.” Sophie was back. But the little black dress was gone. She was still wearing the high heels from dinner, but that was all. And she was magnificent. Her Medium breasts were revealed in all their gently swaying beauty, and gorgeous thick legs that led up to a thicker bush.
“Um, yeah.” Not a man usually at a loss for words, I was at a loss for words.
“I like you” Jennifer said. “and I want you. I do want you to take me out again, but first we need to settle on a little… arrangement.”
“Um, sure? I…. Oh Gosh, Jennifer….”
She had climbed onto my lap. Thighs straddling mine. Tits at face level. This was getting serious.
“First off, in private you will call me mistress.” She was grinding her pussy into my lap. “And you will do as I say without question. In fact, you will be my slave.”
I’m not sure if my usual witty repartee would have come back for me at that point, because I didn’t have a chance to reply. That’s because my face was now between Jennifer’s giant tits. Smooshed between them. And I was getting the lapdance of my life; she was riding me in a rocking motion, sliding her pussy and ass back and forth against the cock straining against my pants.
Long story short, I decided to agree to the situation.
Now she led me into the bedroom. I followed, leaving a trail of wrinkled clothes behind me. “I’ll get those later” I thought. When we reached the bed, we were both naked, and I was as hard as a rock. My cock was standing straight up at attention. Until I saw the handcuffs.
“Uh, hey, wait Jennifer, I….”
“Mistress.” She corrected me.
“Mistress, I’m just not sure about those….” Aww what the hell, I thought. Let’s go for it. “Yes, Mistress.”
They were fuzzy handcuffs at least, and not uncomfortable really. She used four of them, so I was sort of drawn and quartered spread eagle on the bed. She attached them slowly, and I watched her body with hungry lust as she moved around the bed, tightening the clasps until I was completely immobile.
The anticipation was almost unbearable. The excitement made my dick so hard! I could see its veins swell in rhythm with my pulse. There was a small river of pre-cum draining down the side of my cock. My heart felt like it would beat right out of my chest.
“Wait,” I said. “What if I have to pee?”
“Shut up,” said Jennifer.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She sat on the side of the bed, running her hands along my legs, my chest, my abs. Then she leaned over and licked the pre-cum stream off the side of my cock. I felt like I could come right there and then.
As if she could read my mind, she said: “Remember, slave, you’re here to serve me now. My needs are all that matter to you, and I’m going to use you to satisfy every one of my desires.”
With that, she stood up to straddle me on the bed. I got the most beautiful view of her hairy pussy and ass before she lowered them down and covered my face with them. I could tell she was as excited by this as I was; her pussy was soaking wet and so sweet tasting. It was slick and slippery as it slid over my face, my lips, and chin. My eager tongue found her swollen clit and I made sure to lick it even as she bucked and rode my face.
“That’s it, slave. Lick that fucking pussy and asshole! You better lick it good or I’m gonna smother you right here under my ass! Lick it, motherfucker!”
Jennifer began to gasp and moan as she got close to cuming. Her legs gripped my face tighter so I had to fight for breath. My face was covered in her sweet juices. My whole world for that moment was nothing but wet hot sticky Sophie pussy.
Now Sophie was past speaking and into a space of moaning, gasping ecstasy. Her legs were quivering and I could feel her pussy contractions pulsing in my mouth. She arched her back and pressed her shaking wetness into my face so hard.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
A quick hot spurt of squirt gushed into my mouth as she came, bucking and screaming and writhing.
Soon, Jennifer was laying beside me. My body was still bound and spread-eagled, and she began to slowly and softly stroke the length of it, from the thighs all the way up to the chest, her hands slightly grazing my agonized hard cock on their way past.
“That was a pretty good job, slave boy. Maybe you’ll get that date yet.”
Shortly there after Jennifer Decided to she wanted go again she unbound me and said “ I want to you fuck my pussy slave”
I chuckled and replied sure “Ok”
I my arms back onto her so she was face me with her arms on my bare chest displaying her lovely large breasts and tiny nipples. I put my hard cock between her asscheeks and slid up and down a few times. I’m not going to lie to you: the thought of Doing her in the ass crossed my mind, but I thought what if her Boyfriend Nicolas Hoult saw it that could mean a career killer and scandal also my small film canceled. So I shoved my cock right back in her dripping wet pussy which sure was tight enough and increased the speed of my thrusts with my hands holding on to her Nice hips.
"Oh yeah" she moaned.
I could see Jennifer faces above me. She had her eyes closed and her facial expression was a mix of pleasure and pain. I lifted my hand and slapped her ass. She shrieked out and opened her eyes in surprise. When she saw my face when she opened her eyes well she put on a mischievous smile.
"Do it again!"
I slapped her again.
"Hmm yes, again!"
I slapped her a third time.
"Oh yeah, that’s it! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!"
I was surprised when Jennifer was cussing she normally isn’t like that when off-screen, That’s when I hit the point of no return. I was doing her as fast and as deep as I possibly could and she was loving it.
I could feel her starting to shiver and then she let out one long "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!" while her pussy contracted. I held on to her boobs, her body falling down on mine while filling her with my cum.
After a minute or so I had caught my breath.
"That was amazing."
"It was indeed."
Jennifer looked at me we both were still naked she was so beautiful her bare body I smiled she said “What?”curiously
"Oh man,you were great Jennifer and you look great naked" I said.
"I like it, I love being able to be free !" Jennifer answered and I started laughing
