Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's
fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states
would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended
by adult themes, you should probably leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects.
There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I
urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are
made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events
& institutions is pure coincidence.
Writer's Cock (MFF oral exhib)
"Mr. Spinetti!" cried the young man breathlessly as he burst into
his office. "You gotta help me, I'm totally blocked!"
Mr. Spinetti let out a sigh. He'd been looking over bodyshots of actresses
to have audition for his next movie. A "bodyshot" is a full-length
photograph of the prospective starlet wearing a bikini (or less). He thought
of them as "appetisers".
"David, please. The movie's called Bikini Stewardesses 2. It's
not Shakespeare."
David Rafkin was a nice Jewish kid from Pasadena who'd wanted to write for
the movies. Keen, enthusiastic, and talented. The trouble is, these kids
come out of some writing course at UCLA and find themselves working for producers
like Mr. Spinetti, who really only want them to write crap.
"It's the second act turning point," David explained, pushing
his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. "Where Kelly's scheme
to save Bikini Airways starts to go wrong..."
"It's a titty movie. Just re-write Bikini Stewardesses 1 but
with Kelly instead of Melissa as the main character." Mr. Spinetti tried
to hide the irritation in his voice, but it wasn't easy.
David looked a little shocked. "I couldn't do that! It would cheat
the viewer."
Mr. Spinetti let out a grunt as he pushed his ever so slightly overweight
body away from his desk. David's writer's block was a situation that needed
to be sorted out as quickly as possible. Hell, he could do with a break
anyway. Drooling over endless pictures of semi-naked babes could be pretty
gruelling.
A sly smile spread across the producer's face.
"David, my boy, have you ever heard of a place called... Casa del Paradiso?"
"What is that, a bar, a restaurant, a club...?"
"I guess you could call it a health spa. Out in the desert. Very private
and very, very exclusive."
"Uh. Well. That's really interesting to know, Mr. Spinetti, but there's
still the problem..."
"Pack your laptop my boy! I think it's time we took a little trip together,
you and me. We'll take your car..."
"I drive a Honda."
"...we'll take my car, drive out to Casa del Paradiso. A short stay
there will certainly get your creative juices flowing."
With that, Mr. Spinetti swept out of his office with the hapless David in
tow. Clutching his laptop, and looking more than a little like a Woody Allen
character, the young writer slipped into the passenger seat of Mr. Spinetti's
BMW Roadster. Soon they were zooming along the freeway, heading out of LA.
"There's someone I want you to meet, the star of our movie."
David was aghast. "The star? You mean you've already cast the lead
and I haven't even finished the script?"
Mr. Spinetti let out a belly laugh. "Real movie-making is a little
different to what they teach at UCLA!"
After a trip lasting several hours, they pulled off the interstate and drove
down a narrow, dusty lane. All David could see was a few cacti and endless
stretches of wasteland. The lane ended in a locked gate that looked nothing
like the luxury resort David was expecting. The BMW pulled up and Mr. Spinetti
produced a key card. After whizzing it through the swipe-reader, the gate
rumbled open.
"Prepare yourself, Davey boy," grinned the producer. "You
won't find anything like this in Pasadena!"
As he looked around at the bare desert around him, David was not too impressed.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
With a roar the BMW was through the gates, and David's jaw dropped as he
was suddenly transported to another world. Where a moment ago he'd seen only
desert, now all around him was lush green gardens. Fountains played, sunlight
catching the shimmering splashes of water as they danced in the dry air.
Palm trees lined the driveway. The fragrant aroma of orange trees wafted
on the cool breezes.
They pulled up in front of a large Spanish-style villa, reclining lazily
in the hot sun. As they got out of the Beamer, a cute red-jacketed valet
girl appeared to park the car. With a smile she scooted into the driver's
seat, and David got his first shock of the day.
"Is-is that girl wearing pants?" he asked. Mr. Spinetti laughed
and dragged him up the front steps.
The reception looked like something out of a fancy hotel. Potted palms gave
David the feeling of being in a tropical paradise, but not as much as the
beautiful black girl behind the desk. The skimpy white bikini she was wearing
accentuated her ebony skin very nicely. As Mr. Spinetti and David entered
she greeted them with a cheery smile.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Spinetti! It's good to see you again." She
turned to David. "And who is your guest?"
"Bianca, this is David Rafkin. He's the writer on my latest project."
Bianca arched her eyebrows. "A writer in Casa del Paradiso? Well, I
guess there's a first time for everything."
But David didn't hear this subtle hint at the brutal truth that writers
were well down the Hollywood food chain. His hungry gaze travelled down from
Bianca's face to her perky breasts straining against the tight confines of
her tiny bikini top. He lingered on the sight of those gorgeous tits before
sliding down her smooth stomach, glistening enticingly with oil.
"Is Knickers available?" Mr. Spinetti asked the dusky maiden.
"She's by the pool, sir."
"Thank-you my dear." Off they went again, Mr. Spinetti dragging
the hapless writer behind him and he goggled at the sights around him.
"She's gorgeous!" hissed David.
"Bianca? Yeah, she's a cute kid." Mr. Spinetti had that sly smile
again, which David was quickly learning meant he was in for another big surprise.
"But if you think she's hot, wait until you see the girl we're really
here to meet."
The bottom-less valet girl, Bianca... "What is this place?" gasped
David in disbelief.
"Casa del Paradiso is a sort of an oasis for movie producers and actresses.
A lot of business gets done here, sometimes it's the first part of the casting
process. Marilyn Monroe and Cameron Diaz both owe their careers to this place."
They made their way through a marble archway into an open courtyard surrounding
a sparkling blue swimming pool. Casa del Paradiso was certainly quiet, the
place seemed utterly deserted.
Well, almost deserted.
Reclining on a sun-lounger was the most attractive girl David had ever seen.
Her beauty was enhanced all the more by the fact that, apart from a pair
of sunglasses, she was completely naked. She had long, chestnut coloured
hair that billowed out around her head. Her breasts were full and, even though
she was lying on her back, stood out proudly from her chest. Her nipples
were pink and puckered, as if begging David to get down on his hands and
knees and suckle on them. Her body was well toned, smooth and evenly tanned
all over. Her muff was a neatly trimmed stripe of hair that rode her mound
like a furry caterpillar.
As they approached, the girl waved to them, setting her tremendous boobs
jiggling. "Hi, Mr. Spinetti!"
"David Rafkin, meet Nicola Baron."
David's mouth was frozen in the open position. She stood up from the sun-lounger
and pushed the glasses back up onto her forehead. Her baby-blue eyes sparkling,
Nicola said, "Hello David, it's a pleasure to meet you." She had
a deep, sexy Australian accent. Even in her bare feet, the starlet stood
a full-head higher than the diminutive writer, and as her cool, smooth hand
folded around his sweaty paw, David found himself staring at those magnificent
bare boobs.
"David here is the writer on Bikini Stewardesses 2," said
Mr. Spinetti.
"Oh, wow, that is soooo cool!" squealed Nicola in delight. David
only half-heard her, his drooling gaze was still firmly plastered to Nicola's
heaving bosom.
A smirk crossed her pretty lips. "Enjoying the view?" she asked.
David shook himself out of the daze, blushing profusely. "I'm s-sorry,
I was..."
Nicola burst out laughter. "It's OK, here." She cupped her boobs,
pushing them forward for his inspection. "I don't mind you having a
good look."
And look he did. Despite being 23, David's sex-life hadn't been terribly
exciting up to this point. He certainly hadn't been invited to ogle a gorgeous,
naked gentile chick before.
"I hope you're writing plenty of sexy scenes for me to show these off,"
Nicola cooed.
"Well, that's the problem," said Mr. Spinetti. "It seems
David has a little case of writer's block. I was thinking that maybe you
could help him overcome it."
"Sure!" she said in her perky Australian voice. She slipped her
arms around David and sat him down in the sun-lounger. Before David knew
what was going on, the nude starlet was kneeling between his legs and undoing
his pants. Mr. Spinetti grinned. "I'll leave you to it," he said
and made his exit.
"W-what are you doing?" asked a wide-eyed David as Nicola finished
tugging his trousers down to his ankles and started on his shorts.
"Just helping you to relax. That's what Casa del Paradiso is all about,
relaxing." A moment later, his cock, hot and red with desire, popped
into the dry desert air.
"Ooooh," said Nicola, licking her lips. She wrapped her elegant,
well-manicured hands around David's throbbing dick. "Circumcised. I
just loooove a nice shiny helmet."
Things were moving way too fast for David to take them all in. Nicola's
tongue flicked out, slithering across the sensitive tip of his penis, causing
him to shiver in utter pleasure.
"We can't do this right here!" he cried. But Nicola apparently
didn't hear him. With a gulp his manhood disappeared between her eager lips,
brushing deliciously against her pearly-white teeth.
David convulsed in pleasure as Nicola's velvet-smooth mouth went to work
on him. Sliding up and down his cock, Nicola eagerly fucked her face on the
writer's cock, bringing the young Jewish man to undreamt-of heights of pleasure.
Suddenly, as Nicola continued to suckle on his dick, David heard the distinctive
tapping of high-heels approaching. Alarmed, he looked up to see Bianca wending
her way around the pool, carrying a tray upon which say a brightly coloured
cocktail.
"Mr. Spinetti thought you might care for a Pena Colada." She bent
over, offering him the refreshment and a damn good look at her tits at the
same time. She seemed totally unfazed by the fact that there was a gorgeous
brunette between his legs giving him a blowjob, almost as if that sort of
thing went on all the time at Casa del Paradiso (which, David belated realised,
was probably the case).
Realising he was thirsty, David reached for the drink. Bianca moved behind
him and gently began to massage his shoulders.
"You'll enjoy this, " she murmured in his ear. "Knickers
gives really great head."
Nicola paused, disengaging her lips from David's dick. "Oh, stop it,"
she playfully admonished the black stunner.
Bianca picked up David's laptop. "Perhaps we should go up to one of
the rooms? A lot more comfortable up there."
David just nodded dumbly. He yanked up his shorts (struggling to get the
waistband over his rampant cock) and Nicola took him by the hand. With the
two gorgeous girls hanging off his arms, the young writer allowed himself
to be led through the courtyards and paths of the secluded Casa del Paradiso.
But he had little interest in the gardens, the fountains, the Spanish colonial
architecture. All he was aware of was the gentle touch of their hands on
her arms, the musky aroma of their perfume which suggested not so much flowers
or forests but dripping wet cunt.
And on the short trip, David never saw another soul. Even Mr. Spinetti seemed
to have disappeared. It was almost as if the whole resort was deserted except
for himself, Nicola and Bianca.
"Here we are," said Bianca cheerfully, pushing open the door to
a bungalow marked '777'. His tongue hanging out, David entered eagerly. Nicola
flounced down on the bed, her naked body glistening with a slight sheen of
sweat. She eyed him up hungrily, licking her ruby-red lips. It was a waterbed,
and its undulating motions caused the Aussie starlet's bare boobs to jiggle
enticingly.
Bianca put the laptop down on the dresser. Cat-like, she stretched her lithe,
near-naked body, posing for David's delectation.
"David, honey," purred the dusky maiden, "can you be a dear
and help me off with my bikini?"
"Sure!" he cried, trying to sound nonchalant, but his horny desperation
was pretty obvious. His shaking hands fiddled with the knots on Bianca's
bikini top, but despite his fumblings it came away easily (probably because
it had been tied to facilitate such easy access to the hostess's assets).
The skimpy white strip of cloth fell away, revealing Bianca's tits in all
their glory. Her nipples were dark little nubs of chocolate, standing to
attention. David drooled at the sight.
Bianca wiggled her ass at him. "Bottoms next, please."
Again, his hands fiddled at the knots. Bianca's bikini bottoms resisted
his feverish attack for a few seconds, before it too fell apart. She let
it slide, unwanted, down her shapely legs before kicking it into a corner
of the room.
With a smile, Bianca turned, letting David get a good, long look at her
nude body, which he'd been seeing tantalising glimpses so far. He feasted
his eyes upon the well-groomed strip of soft hair that framed her jet-black
pussy lips. His cock was practically struggling to free itself from his pants.
Giggling, Nicola saw the difficulty David was having. Once again, she went
to work and in a trice his pants were off again, and this time for good.
He shucked off his shirt as well, and with a whoop, threw himself on the
bed next to the Aussie starlet.
David let his hands do the talking, wandering freely over Nicola's wriggling
body. First on the menu were those fabulous, mouth-watering tits. David groped
Nicola's tits, squeezing them like a pair of ripe melons. Nicola certainly
enjoyed the attention lavished upon her chesty charms, cooing excitedly.
Bianca joined them on the bed, and David found himself sandwiched between
two gorgeous, naked babes, the pair of them slithering against his body.
The black girl's delicate hands wrapped around his cock, pumping him with
firm strokes. David let out a groan of sheer delight. He lay back, enjoying
the amazing sensations coursing through his body.
Two heads, one black the other brunette, converged on David's crotch and
the girls set about giving him a double helping of head. Nicola's velvety
tongue slurped across his quivering shaft, while Bianca contented herself
to sucking on his balls. Whenever their mouths met, their tongues would,
battling it out on the battlefield of David's dick.
The writer smiled to himself as he looked down at the pair of eager beavers.
They were making out now, kissing enthusiastically, while David's prick bounced
between Nicola's chin and Bianca's cheek. The sight of the two girls sucking
on each other's tongues was sure a sight to behold. They were working themselves
up into a frenzy, moaning in ecstasy, tongues lashing out at anything in
licking range. Nicola's hand joined the melee, jerking off David's twitching
dick.
David's mind began to work. Somewhere in the back of his brain, while the
rest of him was enjoying the blowjob, gears where turning.
Nicola's mouth engulfed his prick, slurping down his length with a wonderfully
obscene sucking noise. Her soft blue eyes looked up at him with utter desire.
David felt an orgasm building deep inside his balls, an orgasm the likes
of which he'd never had before.
Nicola's mouth pistoned up and down his dick with increasing speed. With
every delicious stroke, David's hips bucked in response, and he was literally
fucking the starlet's pretty face.
Suddenly, inspiration struck him.
"Eureka!" David cried, startling the girls.
A moment later he came, spurting cum into Nicola's mouth. She swallowed
two mouthfuls of David's spunk before disengaging her lips from his cock.
But David wasn't finished, his spasming dick squirted in all directions,
splashing liberally over the bed, the ceiling, but most of all the faces
of Nicola and Bianca.
Spent, he collapsed backwards.
"My laptop!" he gasped. "Quickly!"
**********
Mr. Spinetti finished up his bourbon. It had been over an hour, plenty of
time for Knickers to work her magic.
"Same again, Mr. S?" asked the buxom topless serving wench. She
leant forward on her elbows, her massive jugs brushing against the top of
the bar.
"Sorry Muffy," he replied. "Back to the salt mines."
Muffy shrugged her shoulders, bouncing her hefty boobs in the process. Mr.
Spinetti paused as he stood up, enjoying the exquisite view. Sometimes he
was amazed that no matter how many naked starlets he saw, he never got tired
of looking at a fine rack like Muffy's.
Mr. Spinetti made his way through the marble halls of Casa del Paradiso.
He passed through reception, just in time to see Bianca return to her post.
She was just tying her bikini bottoms back on, and Mr. Spinetti caught a
glimpse of her jet-black muff as it disappeared behind the miniscule thong.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"Knickers is just finishing up with him now," Bianca replied.
"I think it's safe to say that there is one very happy writer in room
777."
Mr. Spinetti gave a satisfied smile. With a spring in his step he wended
his way out through the fragrant gardens of the exclusive resort, out to
bungalow 777, entering without knocking first.
It was quite a sight that greeted him. Nicola was lying on the bed, the
gorgeous model sprawled on her back like she was posing for a Playboy spread.
Of course, she was still naked and languidly helping herself to a bunch of
grapes.
Between her splayed legs was David, his laptop balanced atop Nicola's well-toned
stomach. The writer was sitting at his improvised writing desk, typing away
furiously.
"Well?" Mr. Spinetti asked.
"Crisis averted," Nicola replied up at him upside-down.
"I had a brainwave," David explained breathlessly, his fingers
flying. "In Act 2, Nicola has to stop the FAA inspector from finding
out that she repaired the sabotage to the plane with her own bikini top."
Mr. Spinetti nodded. It was essentially the same plot as Bikini Stewardesses
1.
"Now I had this idea- what if the FAA inspector is a woman? And Nicola
seduces her before she can spot the violation?"
Not exactly a stroke of genius, thought Mr. Spinetti, but it got David back
to work.
"And so we have this super-hot lesbian fuck fest in the cargo hold
of the plane!" David added excitedly. Then he stopped, frowned.
"Uh, Nicola, you don't have a problem playing out a sex scene with
another woman, do you?"
The starlet shrugged. "Just as long as she's hot."
"Oh, she'll be hot alright," said Mr. Spinetti. Hmm... Nicola
and Bianca made a pretty good team. He wondered if the stunning black beauty
was interested in an acting job?
"Well, thanks Knickers," Mr. Spinetti beamed. "You deserve
a little bonus for this."
"No worries, mate," Nicola replied. "You know me, I'm always
ready to help out with writer's cock."
Mr. Spinetti raised an eyebrow. Startled, David stopped typing.
