My name is Mike Tungsten. I’m a rock musician. Mike Tungsten is just a stage name. You probably know why I chose it, especially if you are a woman. I’ve got a long tongue. A very long tongue. When I stick it out on stage during guitar solos, I know that all the women in the audience are imagining it inside them. They get wet at the thought. And the men, they wish their tongues were like that.
I was in New York. I was doing a charity concert with Tiffany for victims of the recent earthquake in Asia. Normally I headline the concerts I do but this time I was her opening act. She is certainly way more famous than I am and so a bigger draw. Probably the most famous female singer around. The tickets sold out in under an hour.
I arrived at my hotel. The concert was the next day but Tiffany and I needed to rehearse. The plan was I’d do my act, there would be an interval, Tiffany would do hers, then she and I would come back on, just the two of us, and sing a couple of final encores together. But we had never worked with each other, never even met before. Although our management teams had picked a couple of songs for us to sing that we both already knew, that is a big step from getting on stage in front of 15,000 people to perform for them.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there was an attractive woman. She was maybe 5’ 4” with medium length curly brown hair. Mid-30s I would have guessed. Very pretty. She was in a white blouse with a scarf, a blue jacket and a blue skirt. The hotel uniform for management. Edith I noticed it said on her badge. She sort of pushed into my room, which surprised me, but I just let the door close behind us.
“I’m Edith, Mr Tungsten,” she said. “I’m the duty manager. I just wanted to make sure everything was OK.”
“Everything is perfect,” I replied.
I expected her to leave, or at least say something more. But she just stood there. I could tell she was shaking. She was terrified. Or aroused. Or probably both. I had a pretty good idea why, I’d seen women like that before. She was imagining it. My tongue.
I put my hand on her arm. “It’s OK,” I said.
Her shivering reduced a little, just touching her was calming her.
“This is so humiliating,” she said, avoiding looking me in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t get like this normally.”
I stroked her arm a little as she gradually got herself under control.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
She blushed and lowered her eyes. “I can’t answer that!”
I bent down and she looked up. I pressed my mouth against hers very gently. We kissed like that for a moment and then I moved my lips a little. I could feel her her shaking but she started to respond, to move her own lips against mine. I pushed my tongue forward, just a little into her mouth. I soon found hers. She shivered as my tongue started to go deeper into her mouth and almost wrapped around hers. As I said, I have a very long tongue.
I pulled back and looked her in the eye. “Do you want to do it? Feel it properly.”
“You mean…?”
“Yes. Inside. I’ll do it for you if you want.”
“Oh god. I’ve never done anything like this before. I could get fired.”
“Don’t worry, it will be our secret.”
I reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up so it was bunched around her waist. She was wearing white lacy silk panties. I eased them over her ass. A couple of seconds later she was stepping out of them.
“Get on the bed,” I said.
She didn’t hesitate. She kicked her shoes and panties away and slid onto the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs wide. I suppose her desire totally overcame her inhibitions. She didn’t seem to be the slightest bit self-conscious about the fact she was showing her pussy to a man she met only a couple of minutes earlier. Somehow the fact that she was fully clothed in her uniform above the waist made her nakedness below even more sexy.
Her pussy lips were almost smooth with just a few wisps of hair. Above her slit her mound was covered in a thicker patch of brown curls. Her inner lips were pink, just peeping between the outer ones. I could see the moisture of her arousal.
I lowered my head between her legs and with just the tip of my tongue I slid the length of her slit, starting almost at her asshole and ending just before her clit. She moaned. I reached forward and used the fingertips of both hands to open up her pussy. I could see her entrance, her bright pink insides glistening with the wetness of her excitement.
I just pushed my tongue into her, not all the way in yet. Her whole body jerked as if she’d been electrocuted.
“Oh my god it’s like cock,” she groaned.
I started to move it around, spiraling around inside her cunt.
“Fuck. Not like a cock. Like a snake.”
I kept my tongue moving inside her as I gradually penetrated deeper.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she sighed. “Shit. It’s worth it even if I do get fired.”
I let my thumb slip lower until it was just rubbing her asshole. I pressed a little harder and her body relaxed just enough that the tip entered her ass.
“Oh god, not there too.”
I started to move my tongue back and forth inside her, fucking her with it. At the same time I pushed my thumb deeper into her ass and started to fuck that hole too.
“This is heavenly. I’m nearly there already.”
I pushed my whole thumb into her ass as I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her vagina. It took her over the edge. Her body jerked and I could feel her cunt and her ass throbbing with the thrill of my tongue. Her whole body was trembling again. She was moaning nothings. “Fuck. Keep going, don’t stop, oh, oh, fuck, oh, it’s amazing.” Gradually the trembling subsided. She laid there, her eyes shut, her legs still spread wide, her pussy engorged and swollen.
“That was wonderful,” she said as she opened her eyes. “Thank you so much for…doing it. But I’m afraid I have to rush off now, I hope nobody has missed me yet.”
She rolled off the bed, pulled her panties back on, smoothed down her skirt and slipped into her shoes. Back to being a manager, not the girl with her face screwed up in ecstasy she had been just a minute earlier.
“What time do you get off, Edith?” I asked.
“Not until late this evening Mr Tungsten. I’ve only just started my shift.”
“Call me Mike. And give me your phone.”
“I mustn’t. I’m married.”
I reached out and lifted up her left hand. Sure enough, she wore a wedding ring.
“Then you are even more naughty. You could get divorced as well as fired.”
She looked shocked. “You aren’t going to tell anyone are you?”
“Of course not. Your secret is safe with me.”
“But…” she said.
“But what?”
“It’s so tempting. To come back.”
We stood there in silence for a few seconds. Slowly she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her phone. I took it out of her hand and dialed my number. When my phone vibrated I disconnected.
“See you tonight,” I said quietly.
She let out a long breath. “I can’t. I have to go home to my husband.”
“Maybe there needs to be an emergency in the hotel tonight. So you will be late getting home.”
“Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m even considering it.”
“Text me. Whichever way you decide. If you don’t come I’ll be disappointed, but I won’t be offended.”
I bent forward again and gently kissed her. Our tongues touched and I felt her shiver again. I knew she was getting excited.
“You’d better go,” I said quietly. “Or you will stay for such a long time you are sure to be missed.”
She sighed. “You are right. I so want to stay now.”
“You can.”
“I can’t.”
“Then come back later.”
“I will if I can.” She paused. “I can’t believe I said that.”
“Did you mean it?”
“Yes,” she said, almost in a whisper, as if it was an admission of defeat.
My phone vibrated. I glanced at it. It was a text from someone from Tiffany’s management telling me she was ready for our rehearsal.
“I have to go now even if you don’t,” I said. “I have to go and practice with Tiffany.”
I opened the door and the two of us walked out. Edith walked with me to the elevator and we went up to the top floor. Tiffany had the Presidential suite. I’d had to make do with the second biggest. She led me to the entrance to Tiffany’s suite where a security guard was standing outside.
“Goodbye Mr Tungsten,” Edith said very formally as the security guard opened the door.
“Goodbye,” I said over my shoulder as I walked in. I resisted the temptation to wink at her or give any other indication that I hoped to see her later. She was the manager. She was married. She had a lot to lose. It would take a lot of nerve on her part if she really did come back later that evening.
Tiffany was dressed casually in jeans and a top. I was surprised how beautiful she was up close. I’d met plenty of film stars and rock stars and often in person they are nowhere near as attractive as they look in the movie theater or on the TV. Without the makeup and Photoshop and all.
She walked towards me and we shook hands rather formally.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr Tungsten,” she said.
I laughed. “Call me Mike. I’m going to call you Tiffany since you don’t seem to have any other name.”
“Well I do on my driver’s license, of course. But I don’t use it professionally.”
There were several people from Tiffany’s entourage in the room. I was introduced to them. I wondered if I should have bought someone but one advantage of being a bit older and being in a rock band is that I am my own boss. Tiffany, still in her mid-20s and still under the thumb of Disney, had her circle of minders.
Her suite was so large that it contained a grand piano. Which was just as well since the plan was for her to sing and for me to play the piano and sing backing vocals. I sat down on the piano stool and started to play. I wasn’t even playing one of the songs we were planning to sing but she started to sing the lead vocal anyway. Another surprise, without being miked up she still had a beautiful voice.
We ran through the songs we had planned and a couple of others in case we felt we needed to give the crowd even greater value. We must have played them each a dozen times. Room service brought dinner. It was mid-evening when we finished. Tiffany waved away the various hangers-on who had been there to critique our performance leaving just the two of us.
“Would you like a drink?” Tiffany asked.
“I don’t drink alcohol,” I said. “Iced tea if you have it, coke if you don’t.”
“You don’t drink? I have to have a couple of drinks after performing. To calm down. What do you do?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” she said smiling. “Either pot or girls.”
I laughed. “Yes, door number two.”
There was a bar on the other side of the room that would have made many hotel bars look limited. She walked over to it and poured me a coke and poured herself a glass of wine.
“Are you looking forward to this?” I said.
“Yes,” Tiffany said. “I love performing in front of large crowds. It is such a high. And it feels good to be doing something for those poor people who have lost everything.”
“Have you ever done anything like we are doing for the encore before?”
She laughed. “Not since I was a high school student playing in bars with my then-boyfriend. Then I was cast in a musical on Broadway and since then I’ve always had a large band behind me when I sing. Disney recruited me. The rest is history. How about you?”
“Similar story. Disney made me a star.”
“Yeah, right. You know very well what made you a star.”
“My virtuoso guitar and keyboard playing. What else could there be?”
She paused. “Stick it out,” she said suddenly.
“Really?”
She laughed. “Yeah. I’m like your groupies. I want to see it too.”
I stuck out my tongue. She gasped. “It looks even longer than it does on TV.”
I took a sip of my coke. “So how about you? Do you have groupies too?”
She laughed again. “Well, I know there are plenty of guys who would like to. But I don’t. Girls don’t work like that, you must know.”
“I do. I was just teasing you.”
“It is really difficult.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I barely know you. But I don’t like the show-business types. Yes, they are stunningly handsome but they are so egotistic and narcissist. So I avoid them. And it is almost impossible to meet normal people from outside the business. I can’t exactly go to the local bar. So I pretty much don’t.”
“Don’t you miss it?”
“Of course.”
“So when was the last time?” I asked.
She blushed. “I can’t believe you asked me that. Or that I’m going to answer. Last summer.”
I was surprised. That was half a year ago. Several questions sprang into my mind but they all seemed too personal to ask someone I barely knew. I said nothing.
“It is a funny story so I’ll tell you,” Tiffany continued. “Two years ago I went to hike the John Muir Trail in California. I twisted my ankle so I had to cut my hike short. A guy gave me his hiking poles. I was meant to mail them back but instead I gave him a front row seat in my concert. I handed the poles back to him from the stage. The look on his face was priceless.”
“I’m sure. Then he…you…he was your groupie?”
She laughed. “That’s a nice euphemism. Yes, he was my groupie. I totally trusted him despite having talked to him maybe ten minutes in California. I even let him take a photo of me.”
I wondered why that was so significant and guessed. “Naked?”
“Yes. You have no idea how much trust it takes for someone in my position to let someone do that. It is even in my contract that I won’t.”
“I can imagine. Even I’m careful about that sort of thing.”
“It wouldn’t even matter with you. You are a rock star. If a photo of you naked with a teenager got onto the net, you would just sell more tickets. Me, not so much. Disney would fire me.”
“Had you done it before?”
“Naked photos? Once. It was even more stupid.”
“Stupid?”
“Yes. I was on my way for an audition with Disney and I let a guy take naked photos of me. I even signed a model release. I could have been completely finished before I started.”
“Who was he?”
“A photographer. My car broke down in the desert. He fixed it temporarily and then I had to stay overnight in town waiting for a new hose. He took me to his house. I wanted to thank him. First I tried to…make him my groupie, as it were. He wouldn’t do it.”
“Why not?”
“He said he wouldn’t do it unless I genuinely wanted him. He was right, I didn’t really. I asked if there was something else I could do for him, and he said pose in the sunset. It wasn’t meant to be naked. But somehow it seemed natural to take my clothes off so I did. Insane really.”
“So what happened? Did he blackmail you? Obviously they never got published or it would be all over the news.”
“Nothing. I got my deal with Disney. Eventually I persuaded him to meet me at a party in Hollywood. He came up to my suite. He handed me the model release and told me to tear it up.”
“Did he ask for money or anything?”
“No. Nothing. It was like when I offered my body to him before. He wouldn’t do it because he thought it would be wrong.”
“Wow.”
“Of course, I wanted him after that. He is a true man.”
“See, you do have groupies.”
“I still see him very occasionally. An escape valve from show business.”
“So what happened last summer?”
“You are nosy. Last summer hiking-pole-guy and I went and did the other half of the John Muir Trail together. That was fun. With a hat and sunglasses and baggy clothes nobody can recognize me on the trail so it really is an escape from my normal life. Only he knew who I was.”
“So is he your boyfriend?”
“No. We aren’t really that compatible except for hiking. Well, and…you know.”
“Being your groupie?”
“Exactly.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I glanced at the screen. It was Edith. “can i come soon?” her text said. I was torn. I’d promised I’d see Edith but I was enjoying my evening chatting to Tiffany. But Tiffany would still be around the following night after our concert. We’d both be hyper. If anything were going to happen it would be after the concert.
“I need to go,” I said. “Don’t forget we have a sound check at two tomorrow.”
Tiffany picked up my phone where it was lying on the top of the piano. She dialed. I heard the muffled sound of her phone from another room. So I had pretty much the most famous woman in the world’s phone number. I don’t think I’d have dared ask for it.
Ten minutes later I was back in my room. I had a quick shower and put on the thick toweling robe that the hotel had provided.
“i’m waiting for you,” I texted Edith.
There was a very gentle tap at the door, as if the person knocking could barely summon up the nerve to do it. “A suddenly-relaxing set of knuckles never rapped against a door,” as the words of that song put it.
I opened the door. Edith had changed out of her uniform and was wearing a coat, although it wasn’t buttoned up. Underneath I could see she wore jeans and a sweater. Her breasts looked larger than they had looked earlier under her uniform blouse and jacket.
She walked in. Neither of us said anything until I’d shut the door and locked it.
“I know what you are going to say,” I said.
“You do? What?”
“You shouldn’t have come.”
“I shouldn’t. But I don’t think I was going to say that. That’s my problem, not yours. You aren’t married.”
“How do you know?”
“Wikipedia.”
I laughed. “You looked me up?”
“I did. Apparently it is 7” long. No wonder it feels so good when you…you know.”
“Fuck you with it.”
She gasped. “That’s very direct. But I can’t deny it is an experience.”
“Take off your coat.”
“Just my coat?”
“Well, everything I hope. But you look so uncomfortable standing there indoors in a coat like that.”
She took her coat off and put it over the desk chair.
“How long do you have?” I asked.
She looked down at the floor guiltily as if she was a high-school student admitting some misdeed to the principal.
“Midnight,” she said quietly.
I had no idea what she had told her husband, and I had no intention of asking. But she had obviously decided that an evening with me was worth the guilt and shame. My job was to make sure that it was.
I put my arms around her and we kissed, just as we had earlier in the day before we parted.
“Can I have a shower?” she said. “I’ve been working all day and I feel filthy and unattractive.”
“Of course. There is another robe in there.”
She went into the bathroom. I noticed that she didn’t lock the door. Little gestures of trust like that are very special. I lay on the bed listening to the water running, imagining what her naked body looked like. I felt my cock stirring at the thought that I probably would not have very long before I would find out.
She came out of the bathroom. She wore the other robe and had a towel wrapped around her hair. She lay down beside me on the bed. I could tell she was trembling a little again, clearly excited but also a little apprehensive. I guessed it was probably the first time she’d been unfaithful. Not that I was going to ask.
“What would you like?” she suddenly said. “You were so generous earlier today. I want to give something back.”
I undid the belt on my robe and opened it. My cock was already semi-hard from imagining her in the shower.
“Oh my god,” she said. “You are big there too.”
She leaned over and kissed one of my nipples. Girls don’t give men’s nipples enough attention. She slowly kissed her way down across my body and then wrapped her lips around my knob. I slid my hand up under the back of her robe so I could stroke her thighs as I felt the wonderful feelings of her tongue circling around the most sensitive parts of my cock.
She swirled her tongue around my cockhead as my fingers slid further up the silky skin on the inside of her thighs. I could just feel the fleshiness of her outer lips as she wrapped a hand around my shaft. She started to stroke me with her fingers as she continued to generate wonderful feelings with her lips and tongue. I slid my finger across to her inner lips, pink petals I remembered from earlier in the day. She was already very wet, probably had been wet all afternoon just thinking about this evening.
“Take your robe off,” I said. “I want to see your body.”
She sat up, undid the belt and slipped the robe off her shoulders. Her breasts were larger than I expected, probably a C cup I suppose, but nice and firm. She had dusty-pink colored areolas and nipples. She unwrapped the towel around her hair. It was still a little damp and it fell around my body as she bent back down and took me into her mouth again. She started to stroke my balls as she started to fuck me with her mouth.
I slipped my finger back between her legs. I found the tiny little hard point of her clit and started to gently rub it as her mouth did wonderful things to my cock.
“What haven’t you done before?” I asked.
She lifted her head off my cock. “How do you mean?”
“Sexually. I want to do something new to you.”
“Gosh. I’ve tried most things. I’ve never done it in my ass. But I’m not sure I even want to.”
“We’ll do that. But I’ll get you ready with my tongue. Lie on the bed on your front.”
“Really?” she said doubtfully. “I suppose I’ll try.”
She moved over me and lay down on her face.
“I guess I need to do this,” she said as she reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass. Her asshole was darker than the rest of her body, a tight little brown star offered between her parted cheeks.
I bent down and used just the tip of my tongue to lick her there.
“Oh my god that’s weird,” she said.
I lifted up my head. “Nobody has licked you there before?”
“No, never.”
“Is it OK?”
“Yes. It’s nice. It’s bizarre but it’s surprisingly nice. I guess it is just sort of taboo. Dirty.”
I started to lick her harder, pressing the tip of my tongue against her asshole as her body gradually relaxed and I started to get a little inside her. She kept her ass spread open wide as gradually I pushed deeper inside and started to fuck her asshole with my tongue. She started to whimper, little sounds of pleasure each time I entered her ass.
“Fuck, that’s so different from last time. You know…in my normal hole.”
“Are you ready for a cock in there?”
“How the fuck would I know that? Just do it if you decide I’m ready.”
I moved up over her body and positioned my cock against her hole. I was still slick with her saliva and her asshole was glistening with mine. I pushed forward, not fast but not gently, forcing my cock into her tightness. She groaned as my cockhead vanished into her virgin entrance.
“Slow. That’s intense…” she groaned as my cockhead vanished into her virgin asshole while she continued to hold herself open for me.
Gradually her body got more comfortable with my cock and she started to push back against me, lifting her ass of the bed as I pressed back down into her. She started to let out little moans of pleasure as she got used to the novel feeling. She let go of her ass cheeks, my cock was moving easily inside her. She moved her hands underneath her body. Although I couldn’t see I knew she was masturbating herself. She started moaning louder as her fingers brought her arousal to a peak.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, although it was pretty obvious anyway. “Oh that’s so wonderful.”
I could feel her asshole clenching my cock hard as her orgasm swept through her. “Fuck, fuck my ass, yes, do my virgin ass hard,” she moaned as her body burned with pleasure. I fucked her a little more roughly, letting her orgasm build to a crescendo before finally fading away into just a warm glow spread through her body.
I was getting close. I pulled out of her ass. Without my saying anything she rolled over in front of me and took my cock in her fist. She started to stroke my shaft. Then she moved forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She licked me vigorously as she pumped me with her hand.
I put my hand on her head. I started to move my hips, gently fucking her mouth. I was getting close. I could tell she could sense it too.
The first blast from my cock went into the back of her throat. She leapt back in surprise but she kept her hand around my cock and kept stroking me. I spurted over her breasts and her body. She wrapped her mouth back around my cock and used her lips and tongue to caress my knob until she had extracted the last drop.
The two of us rolled under the sheets and we dozed in each other’s arms for a little. I glanced at the clock beside the bed. After all she turned back into Cinderella at midnight. We had fifteen minutes. I was rock hard. I pushed her onto her back and entered her roughly, without any foreplay. She was tight, not really wet yet. Gradually I worked myself into her. It only took a moment for her body to soften, moisten and take me inside completely.
“I want to feel you cum inside. It feels so…I don’t know…depraved. I’m married. I’m being such as slut today. Your tongue is irresistible.”
I started to kiss her, driving my tongue into her mouth, as I started to fuck her hard. We didn’t have long and so I didn’t worry about her pleasure, I just focused on cumming as fast as I could.
A few minutes later I felt my orgasm welling up inside and then I was cumming, pumping thick gobs of cum deep into her cunt as she squealed with pleasure.
I pulled out.
“I’ve got to go,” she said, rolling off the bed. She went back into the bathroom where she had left her clothes and a couple of minutes later re-emerged fully dressed. She came over and kissed me. We both knew we would probably never meet again. She slipped out of the door as I got up and went to clean my teeth. Soon I was back in bed asleep.
The next day we went and checked out the stage. That evening I sat in my dressing room drinking iced tea waiting as the auditorium filled up and it was time for me to go on. My set went well, the band was tight and nothing went wrong.
It is almost like having an orgasm, standing on stage with tens of thousands of people clapping and hollering and stomping. We played an encore and then left the stage. There would be an interval and then Tiffany’s set before I had to play again. I went back to my dressing room, took a shower and changed my clothes.
There was a knock on my door when it was time for the final encore, just Tiffany and me on the stage together. Tiffany had left the stage, the crowd was clapping and shouting and hoping for another encore. I stood behind her offstage, both of us listening to the applause.
“Let them wait another minute or so,” Tiffany said to me, “and then we’ll go on.”
As the applause started to die down we walked out onto the stage, just the two of us. I sat at the piano and she stood beside it. The whole stadium went silent. You could have heard a pin drop. It was clear that the crowd had not expected us to appear together.
I played the introduction to the first song. Tiffany was still miked up from her set so she just had to start singing. I sang backing vocals on the chorus. It was a slow song, we wanted to calm the crowd down before we rocked them hard on our second number.
Considering we’d never performed in public before, it went well. Not perfect but the audience was hyper and probably drunk. As Tiffany faded the last note of the song I started up the next one. Up-tempo. In no time the audience was out of their seats jumping up and down.
We finished and the crowd were clapping and shouting. We would leave them wanting more. Tiffany and I walked to the front of the stage waving to the crowd. It just seemed the most natural thing in the world to put my arm around her, pull her against me and kiss her. Obviously the audience thought it was all scripted but in fact it was not. We hadn’t even discussed what we would do. I pushed my tongue forward a little and was pleased to discover hers. So there we were in front of tens of thousands of people tentatively exploring whether more might happen later.
Back at the hotel, I didn’t ask, I just followed Tiffany into her suite.
“It was amazing when you kissed me,” I said.
“I didn’t kiss you. You kissed me.”
I laughed. “Whatever. Standing there kissing with thousands of people cheering was amazing.”
I put my arms around her and we kissed again, without the crowd. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and touched hers.
“It is even better with no audience,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because it can lead to something. But I need a shower. I’m horrible and sweaty. And if you are going to…” Her voice trailed off.
“If I’m going to what?”
She paused and then the words came tumbling out. “If you are going tongue me, I’d better be clean.”
I laughed. “You really are like my groupies!”
“I’m a woman. Of course I want to experience it.”
“Should I go back to my suite and have a shower?”
“Don’t you dare. Have one here. I have two bathrooms.”
“But I don’t have anything to put on afterwards.”
“And the problem with that is what? It’s not as if I’m going to put something on after my shower either. You can’t stick it in there if I’m wearing panties.”
I laughed again. “You make it sound so romantic.”
“You do want to, don’t you?”
“Like you said but the other way around. I’m a guy, of course I want to experience you.”
“I’ll lick you and you can lick me but not, you know.”
“No fucking.”
“Exactly. Do you mind?”
“I’m disappointed. But I can live with it. Take your clothes off before you go for a shower. Let me see your body. It is every man’s fantasy.”
Tiffany slowly pulled her top off, and then removed her bra. She had nice sized breasts, not huge but not tiny. Next she slipped her skirt off and stood there in just panties. A small white thong. A moment later they were around her ankles and I got to see the most desired pussy in the world. She was shaved, or more likely professionally waxed.
“Ta da,” she said, facing me and holding her arms wide.
“You have a fabulous body.”
“It’s a long time since someone apart from me saw it.”
“I feel privileged.”
Tiffany went into what I presumed was her bedroom to shower. I went into the other bedroom, which appeared unused but had its own bathroom. Soon I was under the hot water washing off.
Once I was clean I walked naked into the living room, poured Tiffany a glass of wine and myself a coke. Then I slipped into Tiffany’s bedroom. I could hear she was still in the shower. I lay down on her bed to wait for her.
A few minutes later she emerged, naked, still toweling her hair dry. She was clearly surprised but not displeased to find me already on her bed. I parted my legs. She crawled onto the bed between them and, without saying a word, she took my cock into her mouth. I was still soft but the sight of Tiffany sucking me, not to mention the things she was doing with her tongue, soon had me hard. I reached underneath her and caressed on of her breasts as she used her tongue to caress my cockhead.
“Oh Tiffany,” I said. “You are even better than in my dreams.”
She lifted her head up for a moment. “You fantasized about doing it with me?”
I laughed. “Of course. Just like I know you’ve imagined my tongue in your pussy.”
“Guilty as charged.” She lowered her head again and took me deeper into her mouth.
“Do you want to feel it?”
She lifted her head again. “More than anything.”
“Let’s change places.”
She lay on her back with her legs spread and I moved between her outspread thighs. I got the first sight of her pussy. She had neat little Barbie pink labia. I nuzzled them with the tip of my tongue. I could feel the tiny point of her clit, already hard. I let my tongue slide down a bit and pushed the tip of it into her opening. She was tight at first but gradually her body relaxed and I pushed myself deeper inside her body.
She sighed. “I hate to think how many girls that tongue has been in but, fuck, it feels good.”
I started to move my tongue in and out a bit, fucking her with it. Suddenly I pushed it in as deep as I could. Her body arched up and she cried out in surprise.
“Oh fuck I’m going to cum, don’t stop.”
I fucked her with my tongue as I felt her body go taut. Then she was pulsating with pleasure and rocking her hips and moaning.
“Oh my god, yes, you have the best tongue ever, don’t stop, yes, oh my god it’s strong. Keep going. You do that so well. Oh, oh, oh.”
I swirled my tongue around inside her cunt as it quivered with joy. As her orgasm started to die down I moved my tongue less aggressively but didn’t withdraw. Finally she lay there with her eyes closed looking serene, a broad smile on her face.
Suddenly she opened her eyes.
“Do it,” she said.
“Are you sure? I didn’t think you wanted to.”
“That was then. Now I want you more than anything in the world. Orgasms do that to a girl.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I moved up the bed and positioned the knob of my cock between her pretty pink lips. I kissed her. As I drove my tongue into her mouth I drove my cock into her cunt. I felt her hips rise up to meet me, felt her tongue meet mine. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me deep inside. She started to rock her hips in time with the thrusts of my cock inside her.
“This feels so good,” she said. “You are not like most show-biz people.”
“My tongue is longer.”
She laughed. “That’s not what I meant. You aren’t full of yourself. It feels like you are making love to me, not having sex. I feel I could actually be your girlfriend.”
“You are such a romantic. But that’s not very practical.”
“Disney would freak out. I guess we’ll have to settle for occasional dirty weekends.”
“You mean this isn’t a one-time thing.”
“Right now I don’t want it to be.”
“Like you can think straight and fuck at the same time.”
She laughed. “I know. I’ll feel all stupid later.” She paused. “Your cock feels nice. Big but not too big.”
I started to thrust harder and deeper.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Just keep that rhythm and you’ll make me cum again.”
I felt her spread her thighs wide so I went as deep inside as possible. I kept an even rhythm. It had me close to cumming too. I hoped I’d be able to outlast her.
She reached down between our bodies and started to rub her clit. It only took a moment.
“Oh yes, here it comes,” she squealed. She rubbed herself harder and faster as I continued to fuck her firmly. “Oh gosh, that’s so good, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me, yes.”
I felt my own orgasm well up inside.
“I’m going to cum too.”
“Don’t stop. Cum in me. Make love to me.”
I continued to thrust as her orgasm flooded her body with pleasure. I felt the first blast of cum blast deep inside her body and then I was pumping and pumping and filling up her cunt. Her little pink Disney cunt that I never expected to even see.
She squeezed the muscles of her pussy around my cock and rocked her hips harder to suck me empty. I lay on top of her. I let myself start to go soft inside her before reluctantly rolling off to one side.
“You are on the pill I assume,” I said.
She laughed. “Would you believe it is in my contract?”
“Wow. Disney think of everything.”
“I must be on the pill. No nude photos. Or even topless. I must always wear panties in public just in case I fall over in a skirt. I need to keep my pussy waxed. Who knows why, since all the other rules ensure nobody can ever see it. I mustn’t drink in public. I mustn’t smoke, even in private, and I just mean tobacco not pot. I mustn’t do more than hold hands with my boyfriend in public. Not that I have a boyfriend, which they actually prefer. It’s a lot of rules.”
“I guess they pay you well to stick to them.”
“That’s for sure. I don’t even really spend any money since I spend so much time on the road.”
“It won’t last forever.”
“I know. I’m not sure what I’ll do with the rest of my life once I’m too old to be Disney’s girl. Maybe I’ll marry you.” She paused. “That was a joke. If I ever get married I want a husband who is faithful.”
“You don’t think I would be.”
“Do you?”
“You are probably right. I like girls too much. It is like that ad for Pringles. I bet you can’t stop at just one.”
“But you can be mine tonight. I mean all night. Stay the night. Make love to me again in the morning. As if you mean it. Then you can go and have a bunch of inappropriately young groupies begging for your tongue inside their tight little pussies.”
“You don’t want to come and join in,” I said smiling.
“Euw, no. I may tease you about your groupies but I don’t want to know the details. I certainly don’t want to watch. When you are with me you’re 100% mine.”
“It’s probably in your contract anyway. No group sex.”
“You know, I don’t think that one is in there but it might be. Kiss me again.”
I put my arm over her body and pulled her against me. I kissed her very gently, as romantically as I could manage. Gradually I let my tongue push just between her lips and the two of us touched. I slid my hand onto her breast. I could feel her nipple hard against the palm of my hand. It was still too soon for my cock to get hard again but in the morning I would do my best to make her feel like my girlfriend.