Author; Ace, Storyace

title; Starfucker

Codes; Mf

Summery;  A spoiled rich girl who knows how to get what she wants.

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She was young, and very good looking. Sexy, well shaped, and sharply dressed. Someone I knew pointed me out to her, and she walked over to me.

"Hi!" she said with a California smile. The bright flirtatious kind that made no promise, but was pleasant enough anyway, "I'm Melanie."

"Hi Melanie. I'm Larry."  I said.

She was at least 10 years younger than me, the clothes on her worth a month of my earnings, her jewelry twice that. Far too hot a girl for me; but I was happy to flirt with her if she wanted.

"Is it true you know Jamie Drake?" she asked.

I deflated a little. Of course a hot chick like her wasn't interested in a drab old fucker like me; I knew that. But I still deflated.

"That's right." I said, leading her out onto a balcony away from the noise of the party. She listened excitedly as I told her about my school friend Jamie, playing music with him and the garage band we had before he became a movie star.

She breathed heavily and the nipples of her big breasts were visibly protruding through the gleaming thin fabric of her designer dress as I told her small anecdotes of my pal. I knew she wasn't interested in me, but I was having fun; she was really very sexy. She had huge bright brown eyes and thick wavy black hair. She was so bright and cute, I just wanted to hang around and with her. 

Of course I wanted to fuck her; I just didn't think that was an option.

"I'm going out with him on his boat on Wednesday." I added.

"Can I come?" she gasped. "I really, really want to. I'll do anything."

She was a sweet little thing. Was I ready to stoop so low? I looked into her doe like eyes, her big tits were aching to be fondled, her wide mouth so eager to be kissed.

Yes.

"Let's go back to my place and talk about it." I suggested, half joking.

"Ok!" she agreed readily.

Second hand fame. You don't usually get much for that, but as a total loser I was willing to take what I could get.

A short drive later I got her into my studio apartment, and when I put my hand on the small of her back her curvy body turned and wrapped itself around me.

I was crushed by her hot desire; she was genuinely turned on. She wanted me, and I was willing to overlook why that was the case. I kissed her, ran my hands through her luxurious black hair, grabbed her tight little ass, felt her big tits press into my heart as her mouth sucked my tongue out of me.

It was clear that her sexiness was more than skin deep; Melanie knew how to use her gorgeous young body, she enjoyed the powerful lust she inspired. The girl was no virgin, that was for sure.

Her face displayed her excitement as my hands roamed over her skin, as I kissed her neck, ears, tits, and mouth. Her body was perfect; too perfect. Not a line, not a blemish. Her big breasts felt natural [not that I got my hands on enough tits to be an expert] yet they stood high on her chest, full and tight. I realized she was younger than I'd thought. Not a child, but barely adult.

Our clothes were thrown to the side and her hands here cool on my hot penis. She put it in her mouth eagerly, hungry for it.

She was like a tornado, an unstoppable force of nature. She sucked me into her vortex as she sucked my cock, her dark eyes gleaming with joy at her conquest, watching my shocked face as her young lips slid down my shaft, her fingers tickling my balls. Whatever her age, she knew how to pleasure a man.

I felt a strange pressure as she pulled her face lower, her eyes were watering too. She was trying to get my cock to enter her throat I realized. I felt it, a weird undulating constriction around the crown for a few seconds before she pulled up, gasping, grinning with excitement. Melanie had come home with me for an ulterior reason, but that didn't mean she wasn't enjoying herself.

I threw her onto her back, and her long smooth legs opened. Her vagina was hairless, prepared to be adored, licked, sucked. Her fingers laced into my hair as my tongue pierced her.

She was wet; she wasn't faking. Whatever it was that had got her going, at that moment she was mine. I knew it wasn't "me" she wanted, she was just young and horny, she was a kid who knew how to have fun. If I wasn't Jamie's friend, she would have been in another bed, with another man.

She groaned and lifted her pelvis, enjoying herself without a qualm. This girl, wherever she'd come from, liked to fuck. Liked to be touched, cherished, and loved.

I enjoy licking cunt; I like the taste, the sensation, the intimate wonder of being between a woman's legs. But when they come I like it best of all.

Melanie came, her fingers tightening on my head as she panted and moaned in her vulnerable pleasure. I continued, determined to give her a second orgasm, but she wanted to have my cock in her.

I hesitated, intending to get a condom from the bedside drawer, but she grabbed my cock and pulled me into herself.

She kissed my groin soaked mouth as my cock squeezed into her wet tight tunnel, sliding shamelessly into her sexy young body.

Her eyes stared at me as I fucked her. She looked right into my worn out face, my disappointed eyes, my crooked mouth, my thinning hair. She saw all that, and cherished it. Cherished the big hard penis I was plowing her with most of all, and she came.

It was all I could do to avoid blowing my precious load; the most important moment of that decade was when I was sliding my middle-aged cock in and out of that wild young coming girl, while not letting myself loose. Her fingers pressed into my ass, her eyes burned into my head, and her vagina clamped my penis as I followed through on my triumph. I might be a useless, unemployed loser; but at that moment I was the richest man alive.

A minute later, she came again. I kissed her, stroked her, bit her ears, sucked her nipples, and fucked her until she came still again.

"Come, come with me!" she begged, "Please, I can't take anymore!"

That was just too sweet for me. I complied with her request; I held her face in my hands and looked into those big clear eyes as I had the orgasm of a lifetime. I came, and came....

I woke up late; the girl slept next to me. She could have whatever I could give. I knew that wasn't enough, I knew I couldn't keep a girl like Melanie. I was cool with that, I was thankful for having had her. 

I was almost 40 years old, I'd been around. But she was the hottest girl, the best looking, the best fuck, the most eager and skilled partner I'd ever had. I watched her pretty young face fondly as she slept, thankful for the fabulous experience, sad that I wasn't young, rich, and good looking so I might keep her.

I made breakfast; my place was like a big cube, a single square room with an oddly high ceiling. I could watch the bed in the opposite corner as I cooked, admire that young body under the thin sheet.

We spent the morning together. She told me she lived with her mother in a big house in Sacramento. She had some bags in her car outside, which I brought in for her so she could change and do her makeup.

Then we took her car to the Marina where my famous friend kept his boat.

Melanie had a Tesla; I wondered just how wealthy she was. How unavailable to a poor idiot like me. I wasn't bitter about it, it was just reality. There was a charging station there where we could plug in the car.

Jamie had a crap boat; it looked great, all shiny and expensive but it was a useless thing they sell to rich people. Anyway, I always enjoyed hanging out with him. He never played 'star' when he was with his real friends, but he always was one. Jamie was the life of every party, and always had been. His stardom wasn't a fluke, it was inevitable.

"Hey Jamie, this is Melanie." I said. I thought the girl was going to melt. He took her hand and smiled at her in greeting, before turning to talk to someone else who came on board at that moment.

I put my arm around her and steered her to a seat.

"I'm soaking wet." She whispered to me. "Thanks for this Larry."

She smiled at me brightly; I had provided. I knew I was through, I'd served my purpose. The rich girl had no need of me after this day, and would go home to her mother's house or whatever. I liked her a lot, and I sure had enjoyed her feral sexuality. But I wasn't a kid who fell in love after a couple of fucks, not even a crazy wild night like I'd shared with her.

There were eight of us aboard, mostly the old crowd. Jamie's latest Hollywood girlfriend wasn't there. Someone put some music on as the boat powered out into the Pacific. Lunch had been prepared and stowed, but the caterers had been left on the dock. The afternoon was private; to drink beer, smoke joints, and hang out.

Melanie was the youngest and prettiest person on board; she flirted with everyone, and as soon as we were off shore, she stripped down to her thong, which was about as wide as my thumb. Her body was fabulous, and she knew it. She clearly liked to be admired.

She looked so happy; especially when she saw Jamie's eyes on her exposed flesh. I was glad I'd brought her; it was a blast to see such a beautiful girl have so much fun, and it was nice to show off to my old friends.

"So what's her story?" Jamie asked me, "Are you serious about her?"

"Get real, man." I laughed, "She's rich, hot, and the fuck of a lifetime; she's way out of my league. She only wanted to meet you."

"Shit, that's fucked up." He said.

"It's cool." I said, "Everyone's happy, right? I got laid, Melanie got to show you her tits, and you got a laugh."

"How old is she?" he asked, "She's not underage is she?"

"Eighteen going on thirty five." I told him. "I only found out on the drive over."

"You bastard." Jamie said approvingly.

Melanie bounced over to us with a beer in one hand, stumbling as the small boat heaved in the ocean swell. With amazing skill, she managed to lose her balance and fall onto Jamie, so he pretty much had no choice but to end up with his hands full of taught young breast.

She threw one arm around his neck, grinning in triumph; he raised his eyebrow at me in comic surprise as he held her naked body for an extra few seconds. I saw his hand contract, forcing the girl's breast to deform around his fingers. Everyone laughed; he pushed her back onto her feet. I wasn't particularly jealous; I knew the score. I was glad to see her so happy; I'd fulfilled my part of the deal. Jamie would probably fuck her, who wouldn't? He did that sort of thing, girls used to throw themselves at him even before he was famous.  He didn't know I knew he'd fucked my high school girlfriend. He didn't know I'd fucked his. Yet we'd stayed friends.

Later, she stood next to me and I wrapped my arm around her slim hips, my fingers enjoying the feel of her young skin. I wanted to hold her tight round ass, but I felt it would be wrong; she wasn't mine.

"I want him so bad." She said in my ear.

"I know, baby." I said kindly.

"Won't you help me? I'm all nervous, I can barely breathe."

"I brought you this far; it's up to you now." I told her. "I have your back."

I wasn't a pimp. Yet.

We got back to the marina; Melanie jumped onto the dock and quickly looped a line around a bollard as Jamie brought the boat to a stop.

"That girl of yours has good sea legs." Jamie noted.

"She's not mine, but she does have good legs." I said.

"Nice ass too." Jamie added.

"Do you want her?" I asked.

"I'm in a relationship." He replied.

"That never stopped you before."

"She's your girl, Larry."

"That never stopped you either. Never stopped either of us actually." I said, "Seriously, she's not my girl; I'll probably never see her again after today."

I didn't want to lose her, but she had never been mine to lose; I didn't want to be an obstacle to her was all. 

Melanie hopped back onto the boat, lithe as a cat. She was wearing a tight sheer dress slit to the crotch, and a pair of rubber soled deck shoes. She was bursting with eager young sexuality, a fruit too sweet not to pluck.

"The studio sent a limo for me." Jamie said as she came over to us, "They don't like me to drive anymore; liabilities you know. Come on, I'll drop you guys off on my way."

"We have a car here." I said, "Why don't you just take Mel?"

Her smile of gratitude was wonderful, but Jamie shook his head.

"I couldn't do that; there are cameras everywhere. If I get into a limo with a pretty girl like Melanie, it will be in the papers tomorrow. That's the price of fame, it's both of you or neither."

The girl looked at me appealingly.

"Ok, sure." I said.

The three of us piled into the limo; Jamie put the privacy screen up.

"What do you want?" he asked Melanie, who sat on the seat facing us.

She hesitated, excitement and fear on her young face. Jamie smiled at her benevolently.

"Come on girl, here we are, all good friends; you can say it. We have about 20 minutes, what do you want?"

She was flushed and she shivered slightly. She couldn't say it out loud. But she slid off the seat and onto her knees in front of my friend. He sat back with his legs splayed out as the girl reached out and opened his pants.

I looked away, but my eyes strayed back. No one seemed to mind me.

Melanie's manicured fingers held her idol's stiff penis. Her young face gleamed with happy excitement. She looked up at him, so joyful that it was contagious. Her eyes flicked to my face for a second, and I realized I was happy too. I wanted her to do it, to live this fantasy of hers. She deserved it.

Her pretty face descended over the celebrity cock, she sucked him into her skillful mouth with eager joy. Jamie stretched back, holding her face lightly as she bobbed it up and down, his stiff rod slipping in and out of her mouth as her luxurious thick black hair fell around his thighs. She steadied herself with her elbows and slipped her hands under his shirt.

"Oh yeah, baby." Jamie said, "That's beautiful, really nice."

"mmpph" she gurgled, pushing her lips up against his pelvis. She'd done it; she had his cock in her throat.

I was looking down at her, at her eyes as she stared at Jamie. She was ecstatic, her face a picture of bliss as she kneeled at his feet and serviced the movie star in the back of his limousine. She was a supplicant, a cock sucking groupie, her position one of complete humiliation. Yet she loved it. She had exposed herself, flirted, literally thrown herself at him. And now she was on her knees sucking his cock, her objective from the moment I'd met her.

"Oh man." My friend grunted, "This is fucking great. Does she swallow? Do you swallow, baby?"

She pulled her head back, holding his swollen wet cock in her hand.

"I will for you!" she gushed, before getting back to work.

I was surprised again at my lack of jealousy. Just a tiny little twinge, almost nothing. Jamie wouldn't keep her, I couldn't keep her. The girl would soon skip off into her future, and all of us would have nothing but the memory of this ride we were taking together. She was a passing storm, a starfucking fan. She'd mature and move on, breaking hearts and emptying scrotums until she met a man who could hold her.

I had a hardon; it was kind of nice. I was enjoying Melanie's pleasure at pleasuring Jamie.

The blowjob went on for quite a while, as the limo eased through the heavy LA traffic out to the grimy suburb where I lived. I wish I could write a long exciting description about it, but what is there to say? Up down, up down, in out, in out, slurping, grunting, tensing and relaxing. Melanie stopped from time to time to let the tension ease. Then she'd go back to it, sucking that cock like it was the source of all that was good. Her skill had been honed for this. All the cocks she'd sucked before were mere practice, so that one day if might be on her knees in a limo sucking off Jamie Drake, she'd know how to make it perfect.

We arrived, the car stopped. She sucked harder, her head bopping up and down rapidly, her fingers on his balls as he held her face between his hands and at long last, grunted out his orgasm, pumping his pent up juice into her hungry throat as she swallowed and swooned in sheer bliss.

It was quiet; the car's motor was still running, but it was quiet. Melanie lifted her face from my friend's groin at last, his depleted dick falling out of her satiated mouth. She licked her lips, swallowing the last of his semen.

"Holy fuck, that was truly awesome." Jamie said breathlessly.

He pulled up his pants and then opened the door.

"Sorry but I really have to go; I'll see you both soon, ok?" he said as we got out.

"Come on, I'll drive you back to the marina to pick up your car." I said to Melanie as the limo sped away.

"Can we go tomorrow?" she asked. "By then the battery will have a full charge."

"Sure." I said, leading her back into my crappy little apartment, to my simple bed, where I fucked her late into the night as she groaned and came, still stinking of my old friend's come.

I hadn't expected to sleep with her again; I fucked her with passion, giving her all I could give, staring at her pretty face until it was imprinted into my memory forever. The girl accepted my efforts with a smile, and blessed me by coming twice before I emptied my balls into her again.

But I wondered; would she be in my bed if it weren't for the practical need to charge up her electric car?

I woke late the next morning, feeling hung over even though I'd only had one beer. Melanie slept peacefully, her bit tits lifting and falling under my stained sheet.

I got up and made coffee, wondering about her; what would her parents say if they knew what she'd been up to? Who were her friends, what was her life? She'd thundered into my bed just two days before, and I assumed she'd leave just as suddenly, her body, mind, and car all recharged and ready to move on.

"You want coffee?" I asked her softly, brushing her forehead with my hand.

She woke and smiled at me. I felt a frightening emotion growing inside myself; it would be so easy to fall in love with the lovely young creature. Despite what my brain kept telling me, my eyes loved to look at her.

We sat in bed. It was raining outside, grey and inhospitable; my studio apartment seemed cozy and warm as we drank hot coffee in comfortable silence.

Then there was a knock on my door. It was Jamie.

He exploded into my room like a sudden cloudburst, clearly a bit wired. He saw Melanie sitting in my bed, wearing one of my tee shirts; he grinned and his shoulders dropped, as if he was relieved more than anything.

"Fucking great!" he declared, "I'm a bit fucked up, the shoot went all night, fourteen takes of a love scene with this totally crazy hot new actress. Kiss her, fondle her, feel the passion the director told me. Then she ran off like a scared virgin. She probably is one; Man oh man, I need some relief!"

He started to pull his clothes off, and then looked at me for a moment.

"Oh; you don't mind, do you Larry?"

The girl, the movie star, my bed.... There was no use fighting it. Actually, it was good in a way. The reality of who she was might shock my brain back into my normal relaxed pessimistic state.

I looked at Melanie; her eyes were wide, her mouth smiled widely with excitement.

"Not at all, my house is your house buddy." I said.

Jamie had been working out and dieting, a condition of his contract. He did not have a huge cock though; just about six inches fully erect. Sorry, fans.

I started to pull on my clothes.

"You don't have to leave." Jamie said. "Hang out, roll us a joint or something."

"I haven't even had breakfast." I said.

"Whatever, man." Jamie said, slipping into bed next to the hot young girl I'd fucked the night before as she wrapped her arms around him. I saw her hot young body squeeze itself against my friend, I saw the desire she had for him; she wouldn't have ever had sex with me if she'd known he might lie with her. She was crazy for him, he was her greatest fantasy. And now they were naked and entwined, he was about to use her, and I'd facilitated it.

I rummaged through my kitchen cupboards, trying not to look. But as I said, the room was a cube. There was no escape.

This was different to the blowjob in the car. He was making love with her. And it was frighteningly beautiful, like a storm blowing in over the sea. There was nothing to do but watch and wait for the cold hard deluge to wash away the cobwebs of fantasy. Although I kept telling myself that Melanie could never be mine, when we came together in such passion I'd formed a fantasy of my own. I made the hot rich beauty come; that had to be worth something.

The sheet slipped away, I could see her hands on his ass, her tongue in his mouth, her beautiful tits squeezing against his chest. She was a sexual beast, he was famous and rich, I was worthless.

Her long legs spread wide, and he went down on her; her eyes met mine, she looked shocked and crazed; she was coming. She was so hot for him, that she came at the first lick.

I found that interesting; what a power to have. What a weird emotional vortex for a girl to be so enamored of a man she didn't actually know at all. What if he took her home, made her his girl? What would happen if she came to know him as a man instead of just a heart throb actor?

She groaned and writhed as her fingers gripped his famous black curls, unashamed to have me there watching. In fact, she seemed to relish it. She kept looking at me, then at him, then at me again.

It wasn't enough to have him; she wanted the audience too. She wanted a slice of his fame, and how could she have that unless there was a witness?

He moved upward and buried his face between her wonderful breasts, then I saw her shudder and stretch. I knew he'd slid his stiff little cock into her wet eager cunt. Bareback.

He fucked her hard for a few minutes, his famous ass rising and falling, the cheeks straining as he thrust deep at the end of each short stroke.

She kept glancing at me, her face contorting with excitement, grinning in sheer delight as I watched her have sex with Jamie. I was part of it; being there, watching them, made me part of it.

And then they came together in a loud grunting wild climax as Jamie filled the teenaged groupie with his seed. I watched her face as he ejaculated into her young fertile vagina; it was so raw, so primal. She had seduced the alpha male, and this was the literal climax. She smiled with utter bliss, like an angel in heaven, her hands around his back as he heaved and grunted on top of her.

He rolled off her, panting and damp with sweat.

"Holy fuck." He gasped. "that was great, baby."

Melanie smiled ecstatically, her big tits still intact.

"I could make omelets." I offered.

"Oh yeah, I'm starving." Jamie said. "Got any juice?"

The starfucker girl wasn't through with him though; she rolled over and started to suck his cock. Jamie lay back and let her do her thing, but after a few minutes she gave up. He didn't get hard again.

"Sorry sweetheart." He said to her, "I wish I could, but I'm just a normal guy really."

I sat at the table and ate my breakfast as Jamie and Melanie ate theirs in bed.

"I like this place." Jamie said as I took his empty plate. "It's quiet here."

Five minutes later, he was snoring in a deep sleep.

 "Thanks for yesterday. And last night. And this morning too; you sure know how to show a girl a good time." Melanie said as she got out of bed.

"Well I'm glad you had fun." I told her sincerely. "I'm going to have a shower."

"Me too." She said. "Can we share?"

"Of course."

We stood in the small shower stall as hot water streamed over us. I soaped her gently, my cock inflating even before she started playing with it.

"I saw you watching." She said, her cute young face just two inches from me, her clear angel eyes staring up into mine. "Did it turn you on?"

"Yes." I admitted. "I know it's weird, but it did. You looked so happy, so aroused.... I like it better when it's me making you come, but watching you come is just a turn on, even if someone else is with you."

Her hand squeezed my stiff cock and stroked it, slippery with soap.

"Wash my hair for me." She said.

She kept masturbating me as I massaged shampoo into her head. She stood against me, her big breasts against my chest. I kissed her, my cock bulging in her hand.

"I have to go to my sister's birthday party later. Do you want to come with me?" she asked.

"I love coming with you." I said.

She smiled. "My family will all be there. They might hate you."

"What about Jamie?" I asked.

"I'm over him." she said; "I had a really good time, I don't regret it or anything, but he's not as good in bed as you are; he was a fantasy I had for years. I really liked having you there, watching."

I held her soapy body tight. She stroked harder. Her hair was plastered back with shampoo, her face clean and wet, her beauty plain and pure.

"You're going to come, aren't you?" she whispered.

"Yes."

"I want to hang out with you." She said. I kissed her. She stroked my cock and held me tight in a wet hot soapy embrace.

"Do you know any other celebrities?" she asked as she worked me.

"No big ones like Jamie." I said. "But yeah, I have some friends who get on TV every now and then."

"Like who?" she demanded, one hand around my back as the other kept up the wonderful pressure on my dick.

"Steve James, the action guy." I said. "But he's pretty old now."

I was the one about to pop, but she looked more excited than I was. "Will you help me get him?" she asked.

"I'll try." I said.

"Will you.... Watch?" she whispered, her hand squeezing and stroking, her tits against my chest, her other hand on my ass.

"Will you watch me suck his cock, and swallow his come; will you be there when he fucks me? Will you keep your big cock waiting until I'm done with him, and then do it to me?" she demanded, as my balls contracted and my semen shot out of me.

"Yes! Yes!" I grunted as the orgasm turned my brain to jelly.

I kissed her again. Then proceeded to rinse her hair.

Melanie smiled blissfully as I served her.

We were going to have a lot of fun together. She was going to destroy me, and I was going to love her for it.

Ace 2016

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