Jason Cannon - The starlet_s sucking lips

Kit wheeled her Triumph up to the studio gates and stopped at the guard's shack.

"Mornin', Miss. Do you have an authorized pass?"

"Of course, of course," Kit said, impatiently handing him the card that Reynolds had given her the night before. The card that would admit her into World Galaxy Studios, and, Kit felt sure, into a world of stardom.

She couldn't be bothered by such trivial matters as a pass to get through the main gate. Couldn't this guard see that she had that certain "something", that "star quality" that set her apart from all the other pretty faces? Well, she mused, he would see it soon enough. He'd soon be showing her the respect she deserved. She'd show him, she thought, as he returned the pass and gestured her through the gates and into the studio parking lot.

Galaxy Studios. She was really here! She could hardly believe it. Everything had happened so fast at the party the night before her head was still spinning.

The party. One of those dull, Hollywood bashes that you go to because you don't have any place better to go to that night. She didn't even know whose house it was at, but her roommate Terri another aspiring actress, had talked her into going.

"You never know who you'll meet," Terri had urged.

"Bullshit," Kit had retorted. "I'll just meet a lot of other unemployed actors."

Kit had been right. They party was dull. Dull, that is, until a particularly virile hunk of man walked through the door and took her breath away. He was gorgeous – tall, blue-black hair, black eyes that were pools of molten lava, oozing sensuality and lust, a lean muscular body that moved like a cat, and a prominent bulge in the front of his tight pants that made Kit's pussy start oozing in anticipation.

She didn't know his name, although the face was vaguely familiar. Possibly some actor she had seen once in a TV commercial. It didn't matter. She had to meet him. And, never having exactly been accused of being shy, she grabbed an extra glass of champagne off a passing tray and moved in on him.

"I believe this is yours," she said, handing him the glass and pressing close to him, allowing him a perfect vantage point to look down into the depths of her low-cut gown, revealing her magnificent, heaving tits.

"Is this… all… mine?" he grinned, never taking his eyes from the dark we of the cleavage between her tits.

"Think you can handle it?" she whispered hotly, pressing even closer to him.

"Think you can handle this?" he replied, returning the pressure, forcing his hardening cock against her leg.

The sudden contact thrilled her. She could feel the pulsating, throbbing prick-shaft crawling its way down her leg, growing with a life of its own.

"And I thought this was going to be a dull party," she laughed.

"So did I. Let's go." He set the untouched champagne on a sideboard and, gabbing her hand, led her quickly up the stairs.

He opened the first door. They were instantly greeted with the unmistakable sounds of sex and the wonderful musky smell of cum and cunt-juice mingling together.

He turned to her, grinning. "Looks like someone else is enjoying the party, too. This way."

He led her to the end of the hall, and opened the door onto the most magnificent bedroom Kit had ever seen. It looked like an entire suite right out of the Palace of Versailles, complete with silken tapestries, gold and crystal chandeliers, and an elevated bed that a whole army could sleep in.

"Wow," Kit breathed in awe, "this looks fit for the Shah of Iran!"

"He rather enjoyed it when he stayed here," he said in matter-of-factly. "But now it's all for you, you lovely creature."

He scooped Kit into his arms, his hot mouth closing over hers in a fiery kiss. His tongue snaked out, searching, finding the innermost recesses of her own mouth.

His muscular body pressed tightly against her yielding curves, his strong arms holding her close. His hands moved relentlessly over her back, cupping and squeezing her voluptuous ass-cheeks through the thin material of her gown.

"Let's get rid of these," he breathed, releasing her and starting to pull his jacket from his shoulders.

Kit reached behind her, unhooked the knot behind her neck, and let the gown slink down across her shoulders, her tits, her waist, her hips, her long, tapered legs, to the carpet.

Her body was all that any man could want – voluptuous, sexy, and young. She was at that ripe age when sex, any kind of sex, thrilled and excited her imagination. She was game for anything and he sensed it.

She smiled, sensing his thoughts. "Ill take care of you," she said.

He felt his huge prick surge upwards as she began to move very, very slowly. Her feet stayed put as she revolved those wide, womanly hips in a circle while she bobbed her heavy tits. The nipples were surrounded with goosebumps. He shuddered with desire at the exquisite sight.

Her tits were enormous. They surged forward heatedly, like the forward thrust of his cock. He reached down and took his swollen prick in his hand and brushed both hands over its thick shaft. It writhed in agony, moving like an animal, all by itself. He saw her hair toss in the powdery light, spraying like a spider web across her face. She hunched her cunt out at him, while her pink pointed tongue licked at her red satin lips. His breath quickened with lust.

His eyes were fastened on her undulating movements, this exotic dance she was performing for him was driving him wild. She rotated her hips sensually, while her hands moved up and down her body, lightly tickling her creamy flesh, pausing at the light-colored fur of her beaver, then reaching up to cup each pendulous jug, squeezing them together to form two protruding, pink-tipped cones.

He kneeled, pressing his knees together tight against his throbbing prick. His fists tightened around his cock and he sighed at the pressure. He wanted her, but he was mesmerized by her dance of lust. He wanted to fling himself at her across the roam, leap upon her like an animal in heavy, panting heat. She flung her head back. A groan, gentle and thick, rose from her throat. He watched the hypnotic movement of her hands, the dusty hair fall along the heavy round backside as she bent in exotic lust, his prick swaying to the rhythm of a throaty voice.

"Like it?" she asked in a throaty voice.

"Where'd you pick that up?" he asked in a voice husky with desire.

"I went to belly-dancing school. Thought it might come in handy."

"Wild, baby," he said. "Come here."

"Yes, yes," she cooed, her lips curving wickedly. She finally reached him and knelt, her mouth filled with moisture and wetly open. With two soft hands she took hold of his huge cock and slid her wet mouth over it, taking his big tool in.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's it… suck it. Suck my cock good," he moaned, feeling her pulse pound on the tip of his dick, ever so slightly. He clenched his teeth, restraining the impulse to shove his prick farther in.

Her mouth slid free of his cock, and now she took it, her long fingers leaving marks where they pressed. Her tongue, red, shining with moisture, slid over his dick, flickering in crazy movement, her teeth biting gently, then releasing him, replacing their tiny bites with the tongue and the mouth. His hands went to her shoulders and he held the soft, giving flesh tightly, sucking in groans. He lifted her gently onto the bed, his muscular legs moving against the pillows, his leg hairs catching in sweat. He moved and she returned, more than willingly, each movement. Her mouth sucked his shining prick, with quick and long gulps. She licked while his cock grew and grew. His prick-head was on fire now. The tip of her tongue was poised like a cat's over her bottom lip.

He bent to kiss that mouth. He had to kiss it now. He grabbed at her hair and jerked her to him, his thighs aching. His prick slid across her naked belly as he took her mouth, his teeth grating her lips, hurting her on purpose as he crushed all her softness out, making her his in pain.