Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

His lips kissed her clit. She felt on fire now, every nerve sensitive to the slightest sensation, so that the champagne bubbles now felt like thousands of little tongue licking away at her. She fell into a type of swoon, passing in and out of consciousness, in and out of fantasy and reality. She simply surrendered to William's magic tongue and the five thousand dollar champagne.

Why weren't there more men like this?

She remembered her first fuck. She had been "house sitting" for a real estate agent when a famous star dropped by. He didn't like the house, too small, but he liked BJ and invited her to visit him that night. She was all a twitter.

Somehow, she did manage to get through the day, showing the house to all who came to inspect it and receiving several serious inquiries, which she would pass on to the agent. Before she knew it, she had to leave to get to the home of Dover's on time. She didn't know if she could take such a strain. She thought she'd die of a heart attack for sure.

She drove home quickly and got into the shower. Caressing her nude, body, she thought of Molly, her college friend. Oh, what would Molly think of her going over to a man's house. Well, she could only hope Molly would understand. She did love Molly, yet… she had to admit it, she was mighty curious about that bulge in Dover's pants.

What was she thinking? She was more nasty-minded than she thought. After all, she was still a virgin. And surely Dover wasn't going to marry her.

Just the same, she couldn't help but put on her daintiest, tiniest bikini underwear and a sheer lace bra. She put on a slinky dress and high heels. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had such a large bosom, but what could she do? They were real.

She circled about Dover's house so that she would pull up his drive right at 7:00 p.m.. Finally, she drove up to the main gates of his estate. A voice on the intercom said, "Identify yourself."

"I'm BJ Stickman," she said. She had rehearsed saying her name earlier in the evening.

"Just a moment." There was silence for a moment, then the big heavy wrought-iron gates opened. She pulled her battered Chevy through the gates and up the long driveway to Dover's palatial estate. Her head was thumping so hard, her tits jiggled.

A butler met her at the door and escorted her through a large foyer to a veranda in the back. There, over sat in a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses, next to an Olympic-sized pool.

"Hello, BJ," he said.

"Hi." She was so nervous, she could barely think of what else to say. "Uh, you have a beautiful house."

"That's what all you real estate agents say."

"Oh, I'm not a real estate agent, at least not yet."

"You're not? That occupation would be perfect for you."

"Really?" she said, leased.

"All you need is a little experience. Well, enough of business. Are you hungry? My chef has prepared a splendid meal."

"I could eat a little bit," she said, though the truth was, she was famished, too nervous the entire day to eat a bite.

Dover took her by the arm and led her into the main dining room. It was bigger than her entire apartment. They dined alone on pheasant and drank wine, while a servant served them. BJ had never experienced such luxury. Dover was so exciting. He told her all about his TV series, how he had worked and cajoled the scriptwriters to write those marvelous lines he spoke each week. "I find I must get involved in every creative decision," he said, "to make sure they're up to my standards."

"Oh, of course," she said.

"I demand only the best."

"I know," said BJ.

After dinner, they retired to Dover's private study, where they shared a snifter of brandy. BJ was rattling on and on about her aspirations in real estate, when Dover suddenly leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips.

BJ was breathless.

"Are you all right, my dear?" asked Dover, seeing her pale face.

"Yes, yes," said BJ, starting to breath again.

"Haven't you ever been kissed before?"

"Oh, of course," said BJ, thinking of Molly.

"Then kiss me again," said Dover. This time BJ dove on Dover and began kissing his ears, his lips, his eyes, biting him on his neck, his chest. She didn't know what had happened to her. She was overtaken by lust, completely at the mercy of her own earthly motivations.

Finally, Dover took her aside and stood up. She couldn't believe it. He was going to pull down his pants right in front of her. Why, his, his… dickie would be right in front of her face. No, no, he couldn't want her to do that, could he?

But the more BJ thought about it, the more she decided she might like to try that. She remembered one of her friends talking about a guy she had been dating and how she had spent four hours just mouthing the guy's cock. He was so full of spunk by the end of their little session together, all she did to make him cum was stick her tongue in his navel. She swore he came a half-gallon.

BJ thought the story was really weird when she heard it, but now, watching Dover Chaplin, star of The Cop Show pull off his trousers, she began to see the point of it all. He soon kicked off his pants and stood before her in his underwear, his turgid tool straining at the cotton briefs. He stepped over to tier.

"Take them off," he said. "You do it."

BJ reached on either side of the cotton briefs and pulled downward. Dover's dick shot up like a duck hunter's shotgun when a flock's flying overhead.

"Now suck it," he said.

She looked up at him, then took a deep breath and opened her mouth. His dick was much bigger than she had imagined. She realized you never know how big something is until you have to blow it.

She put his dick in his mouth and stopped. What was she supposed to do next. She had no idea. Maybe he would just cum? Is that how it was done?

"What's the matter?" asked Dover.

BJ took his dick out of her mouth. "Oh, nothing."

"Have you ever given a man a blowjob before?"

"Well… kinda."

"Kinda?" Dover laughed heartily. "How do you kinda give a man a blowjob?"

"Well, I guess I haven't then."

He could see that she was quite depressed by this fact. He didn't want to tell her that as the star of a top-ten TV show, he had gotten some of the best blowjobs in the world. In fact, a good blow was commonplace for him. By her inexperience, she would prove to be an interesting experience.

"I'll tell you what," said Dover. "Why don't I give you a few pointers."

"I'm a little embarrassed by all this," said BJ.

"What? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is a natural function of life, and oral sex is a natural function of sex."

"Well, all right."

"Hold on just a moment. I'll be right back."

Dover walked into the next room, his dick waving back and forth.

When he returned, he was carrying a video camera.

"What are you going to do with that?" asked BJ.

"We'll videotape you giving me head, then we'll playback and I can show you what you're doing wrong and what you're doing right. It's the latest technology."

"All right," said BJ.

Dover went to the corner of the room and set up the camera. He aimed it at the couch and turned it on.

"First," said Dover, "you have to take off your clothes. No, wait, first I have to take off your clothes."

He positioned her in the middle of the room. "Now just stand there and relax."

He hugged her, then kissed her on the lips. BJ felt a million zillion sensations surge through her body. She realized she couldn't wait until Dover would see her naked. She wanted to show him herself, exposed.

He took his time about undressing her, unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse one by one, then gently pulling the blouse out of her dress, then pulling it back to see her lacy bra. "Ah, you're so beautiful," he said.