Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

BJ squirmed with delight. She had never felt so excited, so alive. Whenever Dover even touched her bare skin, she felt a burning sensation.

Dover knelt before her and reaching about her waist, undid her dress. He let it fall to her feet, so that she was now standing there in only her bra and her skimpy skimpy bikini panties.

"Oh, sweet garden of delights," said Dover, kissing that part of her panties which covered her pussy. Then he pulled down her panties and kissed her pussy bare.

"Ahh," moaned BJ. "Oh, Dover, Dover!"

He gave her pussy a few licks, then stood up on his feet. "Now the lesson begins. I'll sit on the couch. You kneel beside me."

BJ dutifully took her position where Dover had indicated. "Once you learn how to suck cock," said Dover, "you'll never forget. It's like playing tennis."

"If you say so," said BJ.

"Move just a little bit over here," said Dover, "so that the camera sees everything."

"How's this?"

"Fine," said Dover. "Now, just grab hold of the base of the cock, that's right – I should tell you, not many men have as big as cock as mine – and then just lick it like a lollipop. It's good to get the prick as stiff as possible before you really begin to suck. There, you go, now just lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Now the other side. Lick. Lick. Lick. Run your tongue up and down the side. That's it. Good girl. Ahh, very good."

"Okay, now lick my balls a bit. No, no, gentle! Gentle! That's it. Gentle. Just lick tenderly. Tenderly. Now open your mouth a bit and take them into your mouth. No, no. One at a time. Okay, that's good. Yes, that's good. Very good."

"You certainly are a fast learner, BJ."

"Thwank youse," said BJ, a ball in her mouth. She stopped for a moment. "I've never had a course like this before."

"This is one of the most valuable lessons you'll ever need to learn," said Dover. Now, let me tell you something, the important thing in a blowjob is not to rush. The guy may be screaming at you, saying stuff like, 'Oh, baby, baby! Suck my dick now.' But don't rush. Keep playing with him until you're ready. This, after all, is a fine art and it cannot be rushed.

"Now go back to my cock and give it another good long lick. Run your tongue up and down, up and down, ah, yes, yes, yes."

"Are you cumming?"

"What? No – ha ha ha – that's what's known as pre-cum. You can use it as lubrication along with your saliva. This will get my cock nice and juicy. Also, if the guy's going to fuck you afterwards, he'll be well lubricated to bang away at your little pussy."

"Now we've reached the big moment. Take hold of the base of my cock, that's right, now open your mouth, wider, wider, okay, now go down on my cock. Watch out – no teeth. No teeth. There you go. Yes. Yes!"

"BJ, I must say, you are quite a natural. A real natural. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

"Quite sure," said BJ.

"You're already at the advanced level. That's it. Just keeping sucking. Sucking. Now, take my dick and try to put it as far back into your mouth as possible, even down your throat. Just relax. You've got to relax your throat muscles and breathe out of your nose. It's all a matter of control. Breath control and muscle control."

"Now, as my cock slides up and down your throat, you might want to give it a few extra licks here and there, just to jazz things up a bit. Yes, that's right. That's good. Good. Oh, my goodness, suck it, baby, suck it."

BJ had gotten lost in the moment. This was as much fun as licking pussy. The world was full of so many wonderful things to do, and she was young enough to enjoy them for a long time to cum.

Dover fell back on the couch in ecstasy as BJ kept sucking and sucking on his dick. Dover had gotten plenty of blowjobs in his television career, some from development executives, from secretaries, the makeup girl, even a few select fans, but BJ was already at the head of the head class.

As BJ continued sucking him off, he thought about his career in television. He certainly liked the money, it just came pouring in week after week, but what he did was certainly not acting. Not real acting. He would say, "Come on! We can catch him at the airport!" and then they'd photograph him driving a car real fast through the streets. That wasn't real acting.

What Dover really wanted to do is a Shakespearean play. "Kindness in women, not their beauteous look, shall win my love," he said.

"What?" said BJ, lifting her head from the task at hand.

"Nothing, my dear. Keep sucking. Keep sucking."

But as BJ continued to gnaw at his root, all the lines of Shakespeare he had memorized as a young actor came floating back to him. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

"My name's BJ."

"Yes, yes, I know. I know."

BJ sucked faster and faster now, instinctually knowing that Dover was ready to shoot. As she sucked, Dover began screaming, "The ripest fruit first falls. As in a theater, the eyes of men, after a well graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next, thinking his prattle to be tedious."

Then, he grabbed hold of BJ's head and held her still while his own head thrashed wildly about in her mouth, spewing forth is tremendous load of TV star spunk. "What is love?" screamed Dover as he came, "'Tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth's a stuff will not endure."

BJ couldn't believe how much cum Dover was pumping into her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but it came leaking out of the sides of her mouth. Finally, she felt his dick grow softer, until it slipped out of her mouth, meek and humbled.

"Oh, my dear, my dear," sighed Dover. "That was wonderful."

"Yes, for me, too."

"I will be forever grateful."

"As will I for the lessons."

"But I am not grateful just you putting my head in your mouth, but also for what you put in my head."

"What do you mean?"

"I have cum to realize that television is a great place to make money, but it is a total waste of my talent. At the end of this season, I am going to quit. Then I'm going to do Richard the Third."

"I think I've done him already," said BJ. "Didn't get go to Bennington?"

"No, no, not that Richard the Third. Oh, never mind, you were wonderful. One of the best performances I've ever felt. Luckily, it was captured on tape. Shall we have a look."

"Oh, yes," said BJ, "this is one performance I wouldn't want to miss."

Dover hooked up the camera to his large screen television and soon BJ saw herself, nude, kneeling in front of Dover, sucking upon his enormous cock. The sight of this turned her on tremendously. She wanted to suck Dover some more. It also turned on Dover, but he had ideas of his own.

As BJ sat on the couch, he knelt down in front of her, spread her long legs, and dove in, licking her pussy. He was quite good, but not as good as Molly, BJ would have to admit. Still, having a TV star lick your pussy while you watched yourself giving a TV star head was too much of a turn-on for BJ.

"Oh, my goodness, I'm cumming," said BJ. "I'm cumming."

Dover licked her pink little nubbin even harder, and soon her body shook and thrashed as the orgasmic splash rippled to the ends of her limbs.

"Oh, Dover. Dover," she breathed, totally out of breath.

"I can't get enough of you," said Dover. "Would you like to fuck?"

"Oh, yes. Let's do. I can't get enough of you, either."

Kneeling in front of her on the couch, Dover held open her legs and taking his cock in hand, guided it into her pussy hole. She placed her ankles on his shoulders. He grabbed her buttocks and began a furious fuck while he began mouthing more lines of Shakespeare. "Women are angels, wooing. Things won are done; joy's soul likes in the doing."