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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MariaGonzales/www

Finding Peace

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

* * * BROOKE * * *

I checked into the motel, using a fake name so I could 
be alone for a few days, away from my management, away 
from my fans and away from the press.  I told the hotel 
clerk my name was Betty Boop. He looked at me curiously 
and answered, "Here's your pass key, Miss Johnson."

"You must have me confused for somebody else," I 
answered, "I'm not Brooke Johnson.  My name's Betty 
Boop."

"Sure thing, Miss Johnson... I mean, Miss Boop.  Can I 
have your autograph anyway?"

I smiled at him as he handed me a glossy five by seven 
photo of myself almost wearing a bikini and a Sharpie 
marker.  I asked him his name and signed the picture, 
"To Ted, It was very nice meeting you.  Love, Betty 
Boop." I handed it to him and he frowned.  "I'll give 
you an autographed picture when I check out, but only 
if I get some peace while I'm here.  Deal?"

"Deal," he answered.

I carried my two small bags and found room 114.  I 
opened the door and looked around the small hotel room.  
It was a typical room; a large double bed dominated the 
space.  Apart from the obligatory television against 
the wall, the only furniture in the room was the two 
beat up night stands on each side of the bed, and a 
large dresser with a mirror hung above it.

I unpacked my clothes, mostly jeans and sweatshirts, 
placing them neatly in the dresser.  I stripped off the 
clothes I had on, tossing them onto the floor in a 
heap. I went into the bathroom and turned on the 
shower.  The steam rose from the bottom of the bathtub 
and I stepped in, letting the hot water invigorate my 
tired muscles.

I had been working on location, filming an action 
adventure movie that had some absurd plot involving 
lots of explosions and me running around in a tight T-
shirt and shorts with nothing underneath.  A  third of 
the movie was me walking around or swimming in thin T-
shirts, another third of the movie had me walking 
around topless, the rest of the film featured loud 
crashes and violent fiery explosions.

It was a very tiring shoot; even though I didn't do 
most of the stunts, I still had to run, swim and jump 
around a lot.  My body was sore in places I never even 
realized could be sore.  The hot water loosened the 
knots and as I stepped out of the shower, I felt more 
relaxed than I had in the months.

I wrapped the towel around myself and sat on the bed, 
then quickly dried my hair, brushing it out neatly.  As 
I reclined on the bed, I thought of the reception from 
the media when word got out that I was doing my first 
nude scenes.  One TV news magazine even interviewed men 
on the street about my nude scenes. The free publicity 
the film was getting guaranteed that it would make 
money.  One guy even promised to watch the movie every 
day until it wasn't in the theaters, then he said he 
would buy multiple copies of the video when it came 
out.

I unwrapped the towel, and ran my finger between my 
legs.  My pussy was already warm and moist from the 
idea of men seeing me naked, and I pushed one finger 
between my labia.  I fantasized about sleeping with 
three anonymous men, three sets of hands, three mouths 
and three hard cocks all set on bringing me to orgasm. 
I slowly moved the finger in and out.  With the fingers 
of my other hand, I softly rubbed my clitoris.  Sexual 
energy filled me as I envisioned all three men making 
love to me.  I moaned softly as my orgasm began to 
build.

I whimpered softly as my orgasm began to build.  
Suddenly, the door opened and I turned to see who it 
was as I tried to cover my naked body.  A man wearing a 
ski mask pointed a gun at me and fired.  Everything 
seemed to happen in slow motion, and I swear I could 
saw the bullet flying at me, spinning slowly as it flew 
through the air.  The bullet hit me in the chest, then 
as I heard another shot, everything went pitch black.  
Soon the black faded to an intense white, then quickly 
faded to a gloomy gray.

I heard a voice, masculine yet feminine, deep yet high 
pitched, urgent but calm, thunderous yet hushed.  It 
was actually more of an audible thought than a voice, 
but its message was clear.  I was stuck in the hotel 
room, until I finished what I had started.  I had to 
finish my orgasm, acting out the fantasy that raced 
through my head before the bullets racked my body.

I formed a question about how was I going to orgasm, 
when I didn't have a body to orgasm with.  The voice 
answered, telling me that I needed to possess the body 
of a woman that stayed in the hotel room and orgasm in 
her body as three men made love to me.  Before I could 
form more questions, the presence disappeared and I 
found myself alone.

* * * CHRISTEN & MR. THOMPSON * * *

The gray faded to black and the hotel room reappeared 
slowly.  I discovered that I did not possess a body, 
but existed as some kind of spiritual presence in the 
room.  For a few days, police examined the room, 
searching for clues.  I attempted to possess them, but 
was unable to, although one policeman seemed to sense 
my presence and looked around the room, searching for 
something as I hovered next to him, desperately trying 
to get his attention.

When the police were finished searching for evidence, 
the room remained empty for a few days, only visited by 
the clerk who had attended me when I checked in.  He 
placed a single rose on the nightstand in a simple 
vase, something he continued to do every day.  After he 
left, I stared at the rose for hours, bewildered by the 
man's tribute to me, after I had treated him badly by 
not giving him an autograph.

Finally, an older man, probably in his mid fifties, and 
a much younger woman rented the room.  At a loss of 
what to do, I watched the couple fuck quickly. When 
they were done, the woman excused herself and went into 
the bathroom.  The old man sat on the bed as she 
showered.  I willed my way to the man, and attempted to 
possess him, but was unable to, I seemed to slide right 
through him.

"C'mon Christen," the man said, "just one quick blow 
job before you go home."

"I can't," the blonde woman answered, "I'm already late 
and Jack will suspect something if I'm late again."

"So leave him.  I'll fire him and we can forget all 
about him."

"What about Mrs. Thompson," Christen asked remembering 
his wife.

"I'll divorce her," he answered too quickly.

The woman shook her head, "Yeah right. I've heard that 
before."

"Okay," the man laughed, "So I lied about leaving my 
wife.  I would never give her the satisfaction of a 
divorce, it's cheaper to keep her and just ignore her.  
Give me one more blow job, and I promise to give Jack 
another promotion next week, to vice president."

"You still haven't given him the last promotion you 
promised.  Remember, when I wore that tiny bikini 
around the beach then let you fuck me in the water with 
everybody around."

"I forgot about that.  C'mon, Christen, just one more 
blow job."

"I can't, I have to get going."

She grabbed her shoes and sat on the bed, I moved to 
her and instinctively possessed her body.  I could feel 
her emotions as we fought for control and I easily 
pushed the woman's consciousness into the background, 
and moved closer to the old man.  I dropped onto the 
floor, kneeled next to the bed and pulled the blanket 
off him.  His soft penis was inches away, and I reached 
out my hand - her hand - and teased his cock, running 
my finger up and down its length.  It slowly hardened, 
and I wrapped her lips around it, pushing the head into 
my mouth.

I quickly moved my head up and down, his cock pushing 
deeper into my mouth.  He moaned loudly, saying, 
"You've never given me a blow job like this before. 
See, you're beginning to like it, aren't you?"

I nodded my head slowly and continued pushing his cock 
into my throat.  He pumped his hips erratically and 
moaned loudly.  His cock spurted a warm liquid into my 
mouth, which I hungrily swallowed letting some drip 
onto the corners of my mouth.  I felt myself growing 
tired, and suddenly found myself floating above the 
bed.

The woman wiped the cum off her lips and ran into the 
bathroom.  When she returned, she yelled at the man, 
"Don't you ever cum in my mouth again, bastard."

The old man looked at her, a surprised expression on 
his face, and said, "I didn't mean to.  You kept your 
mouth there and swallowed.  I didn't make you do it.  I 
didn't even ask."

The woman shook her head quickly and answered, "Just 
don't ever do it again."  Christen walked to the door 
and opened it, flipping her long blonde hair.  She left 
the room, turning back to blow him a kiss and closed 
the door behind her.

I watched as the old man pulled his clothes on and left 
the hotel room, leaving me alone.  I waited for the 
next person to rent the room.  It seemed as if days 
passed, but my sense of time had disappeared and it may 
have been only hours or could have been months.  I 
tried to leave the room, but as I moved away from the 
bed I felt myself become weaker; everything would turn 
black, and I would find myself on the bed again.

I resigned myself to the fact that I would be stuck in 
this hotel room for a long time, until I could find a 
woman alone with three men to complete my fantasy.  I 
waited patiently for the next occupants - patience was 
something I never had when I was alive, but was 
something I had now.  Patience and time were my only 
companions in my personal purgatory.

* * * AMY & JILL * * *

"This is it.  This is the room where Brooke Johnson was 
murdered," a college aged girl wearing an Abercrombie 
and Fitch sweatshirt yelled.  "I can feel her.  She's 
still here.  Do you think it's true she was 
masturbating when she got it?" she asked as she flipped 
her long blonde hair to the side.

An attractive brunette answered, "No way.  She could 
have had any guy she wanted.  Why would she just play 
with herself?"  The brunette shivered involuntarily and 
continued, "I can't believe it.  It's only been a week. 
Did you see all the flowers piled outside?  They 
shouldn't rent this room out, they should just make it 
a museum or something.  You're sure that this is the 
room, aren't you?"

"I'm positive, Jill.  My cousin is a cop," the blonde 
said, "he told me Brooke was killed in room 114.  He 
even told me she was laying on the bed, naked.  He says 
it looked like she was sitting on the bed drying her 
hair when somebody walked in and shot her.  I can't 
believe they haven't found the killer yet."

"I can't believe that they haven't found any clues at 
all.  Nobody saw the guy, nobody heard any shots or 
anything.  I wonder why somebody did it to her. She 
really seemed nice."

"Maybe it was drugs or something, or maybe somebody was 
jealous.  I heard that Eddy Tanner couldn't get over 
the fact that she broke up with him.  Maybe he did it."

"No way.  He is just so sweet," the brunette said with 
a sigh.  If she really knew Eddy, she wouldn't think he 
was so sweet, he was really an asshole.  I broke up 
with him because I found him in my trailer, screwing 
one of his fans.  "Hook up the VCR and let's watch the 
video.  Where did you get it anyway? The movie's not 
even in the theaters yet."

"I told you, I have a cousin that works for Starlight 
Studios, he works in the editing department.  He made 
this tape from the original print as it stands right 
now.  He said there is still some editing to do, but 
it's pretty close to what the final product will be.  I 
had to tell him that I would fuck him when he visited, 
but he's sort of cute anyway."

"Ewww, he's your cousin.  You're such a whore, Amy," 
the brunette said.

"So?" the blonde answered with a smile.  She pressed 
the play button on the VCR, and I watched the TV turn 
on.  The opening scene of my last movie started.  I had 
never seen a final print of the movie, we had concluded 
shooting, but still had voice overs among other things 
to do before the movie was completed.  I looked at 
myself on the screen and was surprised to find myself 
wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.  That scene lasted 
about thirty seconds, and I watched myself strip off 
the sweatshirt and jeans.  On the screen I was down to 
my bra and panties, and I heard Amy say, "What a great 
body.  I wish I had a body like that."

"Yeah," Jill answered as she nervously played with her 
dark hair and watched Amy intently watch me on the TV.

"I could never do it with another woman, but with 
Brooke I would do it in a minute.  My cousin said he 
saw Brooke walking with Jennifer Starks, they were 
holding hands and went into Brooke's trailer and stayed 
locked inside for half the day."

"You're saying Brooke slept with Jennifer?"

"I didn't say that, I said they were in the trailer 
together for a long time."

"That doesn't mean they did anything," Jill answered, 
"Look at us, we're in a hotel room together and we're 
not sprawled out naked on the bed having wild lesbian 
sex."

"You're beautiful," Amy answered, "But the only woman I 
would do it with would have been Brooke, and she's dead 
now, so I guess I'm never going to be with another 
woman."

Jill sighed softly and the three of us returned our 
attention to the movie.  I was in a dark cave, wearing 
a pair of very short shorts and a thin T-shirt. "Do you 
think they were real?" Jill asked.

"What?  Her boobs?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, her boobs.  Look at them, they're perfect, big 
but still perky."

"She claimed they were real, maybe we'll be able to 
tell when she takes off her top.  My cousin said she 
spends half the movie topless.  Look, there she goes, 
she's taking off the T-shirt."

I turned my attention to the screen, where I watched 
myself pull off the T-shirt and step into a pool of 
water.  If I remembered right, I was about to be 
grabbed by a long menacing looking arm, something that 
looked like it belonged to a huge octopus, but was 
really a mechanical arm with foam wrapped around it and 
painted with a rubbery substance.  The director made me 
do this scene for three entire days, until I screamed 
exactly like he wanted me to, I think he just wanted to 
let the crew get a good look at my boobs.  The arm 
grabbed me from behind, and my piercing scream filled 
the room.  I was dragged underwater by the arm, and I 
watched as the underwater camera showed me flailing 
away at the menacing arm, my breasts jiggling and 
bobbing wildly in the water.

"Real," the two girls said in unison laughing.  They 
were wrong; my boobs were actually mostly real.  I had 
them enlarged a cup size last year, but the doctor did 
a very good job and used some new kind of saline bag 
that looked completely natural.  My boobs looked just 
like they did before the operation, only a bit bigger.  
They bounced and jiggled just like the real things.

The next scene in the movie showed me in an underwater 
lab, still topless. Some mad doctor was talking to me 
about an experimental serum he developed, explaining to 
me that I would be the perfect subject to test it on.  
I already knew the stupid dialog so I ignored the movie 
and watched the two girls.

"You would never do it with another woman?" Jill asked.

Amy shook her head and answered, "No.  How about you?"

Jill smiled and answered, "Maybe with the right person, 
I would have let Brooke seduce me."

"OK, besides Brooke, what girl would you sleep with?" 
Amy asked with a curious smile on her face.

Jill blushed and looked at the TV, frowning and turning 
it off with the remote controls, "This movie sucks. The 
only thing good about it is Brooke's boobs, and after 
you've seen them once, you've seen them, so why keep 
watching."

I moved my presence next to Amy, and she seemed to feel 
it, "She's here, I can feel her, Brooke's spirit is 
still in this room," she said excitedly.

"You are one crazy chick," Jill said, "C'mon, let's go 
home. We've seen the room, that's enough for me."

"Wait, I just want to lie on the bed for a while, then 
we'll go." Amy walked to the bed, and as she sat on the 
bed, I moved into her.

She gasped audibly I did, and Jill asked, "What's the 
matter?"

"Nothing," I answered, "So this is the bed where Brooke 
Johnson was killed." I patted the bed and Jill sat next 
to me, "Can't you feel her spirit?" I asked.

"No.  I can't feel anything," Jill answered.

"Maybe you need to move closer to me," I answered.  She 
scooted closer, our hips touching, "Now can you feel 
her?" I asked.

"No," she answered.  I put my arm around her shoulders, 
and she turned to me, a confused look on her face.  I 
tilted my head and moved my lips closer to hers.  Her 
head tilted, and our lips touched momentarily.

Jill giggled and asked, "What are you doing?  I thought 
you wouldn't do anybody but Brooke."

"And you," I answered.  Our lips met again, and I 
pressed my tongue against her lips.  She opened her 
mouth slightly, and I pushed my tongue between her 
lips, exploring her mouth with my tongue.  Her hand 
moved to my chest, and she hesitantly brushed my 
breast.  I put my hand on hers, and placed it on my 
breast, pushing her hand tightly against me.  She 
gently caressed me through the T-shirt and I pushed her 
onto the bed.  I broke our kiss and pulled off my T-
shirt, smiling at her as I unhooked the bra and let it 
fall to the floor, exposing my breasts to her.  As I 
laid next to her, our lips met again and her hand 
returned confidently to my breast, gently pinching my 
nipple.  I reached around her, placing my hand on her 
butt, slowly moving my hand up her back.  I grabbed the 
bottom of her T-shirt, and pulled it up her body, my 
hands massaging her breasts through her bra.  She broke 
our kiss and sat up, a lustful smile on her face as she 
pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed her bra on 
the floor.

We kissed again, our breasts brushing softly as her 
hands explored my body.  As her hand reached between my 
legs, I pushed softly against her, and was rewarded by 
her finger pushing softly into my wet pussy.  Jill 
broke our kiss and her lips grazed my neck, goosebumps 
filled my skin as I shivered involuntarily.

Her lips gently sucked my nipple as her finger 
continued pushing in and out of my pussy.  I looked 
down at her and as she gently bit my hardened nipple, 
she smiled and pushed two fingers into my pussy.  She 
continued fucking me with her fingers and I heard 
myself growl softly.  As her finger rubbed against my 
clitoris, I felt an orgasm begin to build and I arched 
my back, feeling every nerve in my body come alive with 
desire.

Jill moved her mouth down Amy's body, gently kissing 
her soft skin.  As Jill's tongue licked Amy's labia, I 
felt myself weaken and lose control of Amy's body as 
she loudly climaxed.  I worried that Amy would stop 
Jill from doing what she was doing, but instead I 
watched as Amy sat up and pulled Jill's head tighter 
against her pussy.  She whimpered and thrust her hips 
against Jill's mouth, her body reacting  reflexively to 
the ecstasy centered between her legs.

Jill moved her face away from Amy's pussy, and Jill sat 
next to Amy, their lips touching in a lingering kiss.  
"I love the way you taste," Jill said.

"Let me find out what you taste like," Amy said as she 
moved down and put her mouth on Jill's pussy.  She 
pushed her tongue between Jill's labia, and traced a 
tiny circle on Jill's clit with her finger.  Amy 
brushed her tongue against Jill's labia, starting at 
the bottom and slowly sliding upward.  Jill pushed 
against her, lifting her butt off the bed, her hands 
balancing on the bed as her legs draped over Amy's 
shoulders.

Jill's hips pumped wildly as she let out a loud scream.  
Amy placed her mouth on Jill's clit and pushed one 
finger into Jill's pussy.  As Jill began to orgasm with 
another loud scream of ecstasy, Amy moved her mouth 
from between Jill's legs, continuing to push her finger 
into Jill's pussy.  Amy softly bit Jill's nipple as 
Jill continued coming, her screams filling the room.

As Jill's orgasm subsided, the two girls held each 
other, their arms wrapped around each other as they 
kissed passionately.  Jill moved her hand to Amy's 
pussy, and slowly ran her finger up and down her wet 
slit.  They broke their kiss, and Jill spread her legs 
and laid back on the bed.  Amy kneeled, and pushed her 
wet pussy between Jill's legs, slowly grinding her 
pussy against Jill's.

Jill remained laying on the bed, and Amy fell back 
slightly, holding herself up with her hands and 
continued grinding her pussy against Jill's.  The two 
girls locked eyes as they continued rubbing. Amy arched 
her back and moaned loudly as Jill let out a high-
pitched scream.  They orgasmed in unison, their moans 
and screams filling the room

As they separated, they kissed again, their naked 
bodies intertwining as their hands lustfully caressed 
the other.  They broke their kiss, and as Amy bit 
Jill's lower lips, they began giggling.

"What came over you?" Jill asked.

"I don't know, but I'm glad it did," Amy answered with 
a big smile.

"We need to take a shower before we go.  Who goes 
first?  You or me?" she asked.

Amy giggled and answered, "Together."  The two girls 
walked into the bathroom holding hands, and I could 
hear their laughter and moans emanate from the 
bathroom.  When they returned, they quickly dressed and 
kissed passionately before they left the room.  As the 
door closed, Amy turned back, as if she were searching 
for something. As she stared at the bed, I read her 
lips as she mouthed, "Thank you, Brooke."  The door 
closed softly behind them, and I found myself alone 
again.

* * * JULIE & CHRIS * * *

I was able to possess Amy's body for a much longer time 
than I could with Christen's.  I was sure that if I 
could somehow find the right situation, I could possess 
the body long enough to complete my mission and go 
wherever I was destined to go in the afterlife.

It seemed as if the minute Amy and Jill left the room, 
a young couple walked through the door.  The man had a 
muscular body and tightly cropped black hair. The cut 
of his tuxedo accented his muscular form, a flower 
pinned onto the lapel.  The woman was wearing a dress 
that could only belong to a bridesmaid. The peach 
colored dress went to the floor, with a long slit up 
the side of her right leg.  It had thin spaghetti 
straps that kept falling off the full figured woman's 
shoulders.  She was beautiful, maybe just a few pounds 
overweight, which she wore very well.

The couple laughed as they stepped into the hotel room, 
holding an open bottle of champagne and empty glasses.  
"Can you believe that the best man and the maid of 
honor made it to a hotel room before the bride and 
groom did?" the man asked.

"That's only because Tracy isn't as horny as I am right 
now," the woman said as she slid the straps off her 
shoulders and turning her back to the man, "C'mon, 
Chris, unzip me."

The man slowly unzipped the zipper on the back of her 
dress and said, "I thought you hated me."

"I do, but I've always wanted to know what you were 
like in bed.  Right now, I'm drunk enough to not care 
how immature you are."  The dress fell to the floor, 
and the woman turned, her bare breasts jiggling 
slightly as she moved.  She took the champagne bottle 
from his hand, and drank straight from the bottle.  She 
placed the bottle onto the dresser and dropped to her 
knees in front of him.  Quickly, she dropped his pants 
and boxers to the floor, "You really are as big as Anne 
says," she said as she placed her mouth around his 
already hard cock.

I watched her head quickly bob back and forth.  He 
closed his eyes and moaned, placing his hands on the 
back of her head.  Chris then grabbed her hair, and 
moved her head faster.  The woman put her hands on his 
ass to balance herself, and allowed him to control her.  
"Get on the bed, Julie."  Julie stepped out of her 
dress, and still wearing her heels she reclined on the 
bed. "Now spread your legs," Chris ordered as he sat on 
the bed and removed his shoes.  He stood again, and 
removed the tuxedo jacket and stared at Julie as she 
waited for him.  "Play with yourself until I get ready 
to fuck you," he demanded.

She moved her hand between her legs, and slowly rubbed 
her clitoris, pausing only to push one finger into her 
wet pussy.  Chris was taking his time removing his 
clothes, and watched her as she pleasured herself.  She 
began moaning and said, "Hurry, Chris.  Fuck me, please 
fuck me now."

"I'm almost ready.  I want to see you come," he said as 
he carefully removed his cufflinks and placed them on 
the nightstand.  Julie's hands moved faster, and her 
moans grew stronger as she rubbed her clitoris harder. 
Chris placed his shirt on the dresser and stood before 
Julie completely naked. She moaned loudly, her orgasm 
taking over her body.  Her hand jerked quickly a few 
times and she moaned wildly.

Chris laid on top of her and slid his hard cock along 
her slit.  Julie moaned loudly and tried to push his 
cock into her, but he playfully pulled back. "Fuck me, 
Chris, I want your cock inside me now," she said.

"I told you.  When I'm ready to fuck you, I will."  
Again he rubbed the head of his cock along her slit and 
Julie again tried to push his cock into her pussy.  
Chris pulled his cock away, giggling as he said, "You 
really are a horny slut, aren't you Julie.  Do you want 
me to fuck you now?"

"Yes!  Please fuck me now.  I need your cock inside me 
now."

Chris again teased her pussy with his cock, pushing his 
cock barely between her labia before he pulled out.  "I 
wanna hear you beg, Julie.  Beg for my cock."

Julie's expression changed, and she quickly stood, 
"Fuck you, Chris.  I'm leaving."

She moved to leave the bed, when I slid into her body.  
I turned onto my hands and knees, lifting my butt in 
the air, "Please fuck me, Chris, please please please."

"That's more like it, slut," he said with a 
condescending tone in his voice.  "Fuck yourself with 
your finger first, then I might give you the pleasure 
of my cock."

I did as he asked, and pushed two fingers into Julie's 
moist pussy.  I quickly slid them in and out, moaning 
loudly as my fingers teased my clit.  "I'm a little 
slut.  Please fuck me now, please please."

"Suck on my cock first," he answered, "but keep fucking 
yourself.  I want to see my whole cock in your mouth.  
The whole thing, not just part of it."

He positioned himself so his cock was in front of my 
mouth.  I pulled my hand from between my legs and 
grabbed his cock, guiding it between my lips while 
balancing myself with my other hand.  As soon as his 
cock was safely in my mouth, I returned my hand between 
my legs and moaned loudly as I pushed my fingers back 
into my pussy.  I slowly let his cock slide into my 
mouth, teasing it with my tongue.  With every push, his 
cock slid deeper into my mouth and into my throat.

His cock was bigger than any I had ever seen before, 
not really long, maybe an inch or two longer than my 
hand, but it was really wide.  It slipped out of my 
mouth, and I pulled my hand from between my legs again, 
and noticed that as I gripped  it, my hand barely was 
able to wrap around it.

I balanced myself with both hands on the bed, and 
pushed his cock as far into my mouth as I could.  I 
still couldn't feel his body on my lips, so I pushed 
further, and was rewarded by the feel of his pubic hair 
pressing against my mouth.  I had somehow pushed the 
entire thing into my mouth.  I rested it there for a 
few seconds, before I pulled it out of my mouth so I 
could breathe.  I let it slide all the way out and 
pleaded, "There, I did it, I put the whole thing in my 
mouth. Now fuck me, fuck me please fuck me."

"No, Julie, You're going to fuck me," he said as he 
fell onto the bed.  I straddled him and placed his cock 
between my legs, putting the head between my labia.  I 
slowly let myself down, feeling his cock fill me with 
pleasure.  As it slid into my pussy, it gently tickled 
my clitoris, and I arched my back and moaned loudly.  
Once his entire cock was entirely within me, I slowly 
pulled myself up, the friction from his cock sending 
waves of debauchery throughout my entire body.

I moved faster, enjoying the feeling of his cock 
ramming into me, gently teasing my clitoris as I 
bounced on top of him.  Julie's body began to orgasm, 
and I screamed loudly as the erotic waves tremored 
through me.  At the peak of orgasm, I felt myself 
weaken and I lost possession of her body.

Julie continued bouncing on top of him, her face 
contorted as another orgasm filled her.  She fell onto 
the bed, exhausted, and Chris spread her legs and 
pushed his cock into her pussy again.  "No more, please 
no more," she pleaded.

"You're going to take all of it until I come," Chris 
said.  He pounded into her, his cock sliding in and out 
of her pussy as she screamed in ecstasy, waves of 
orgasms filling her body.  "I'm gonna come all over 
you," Chris yelled as he pulled his cock from her pussy 
with an audible pop.  He stroked his cock two or three 
times, spraying his cum all over her. Most of it landed 
on her stomach, but drops of it made it all the way to 
her face and there was a large drop of his cum on her 
right breast.  "Lick it up," Chris ordered.

Julie ran her hand along her face, collecting his cum 
on her finger.  She licked her lips, cleaning a few 
drops that were within reach and placed her finger in 
her mouth.  She wrapped her lips around her finger, and 
slowly slid her finger out.  She moaned softly and 
swallowed, then with her hand, she cupped her breast, 
and pulled her nipple to her mouth.  She licked the cum 
from her breast, then pushed her nipple into her mouth, 
sucking on it as she moaned again.

She closed her eyes and fell onto the bed.  Chris stood 
and began getting dressed.  As Julie realized what he 
was doing, she sat up and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to go."

"Leave it to an asshole like you to fuck and run," she 
answered, "At least you were a good fuck, even if I did 
have to do all the work."

"You were okay," he said, "I've had better, nice tits 
though, I like the way they bounce around.  You better 
watch out, they might knock you out someday."

"What an asshole.  Get out of here now."

"I am, can't you see that?"

Julie stood and covered her breasts as she walked to 
the bathroom, closing the door behind her.  As she 
rinsed her mouth out with water, she heard him shout, 
"See you later, slut."

"Asshole," she answered loudly as the door slammed.

I watched her pull the dress back on, and as she sat on 
the bed, I took possessed her.  I wanted to experiment 
and find out if I could possess her body away from the 
bed.  I finished putting the shoes on her feet, and 
stood. As I looked at Julie's body in the mirror, a 
strange feeling came over me as I looked out through 
eyes I possessed at a body I did not own yet 
controlled.

I took a hesitant step away from the bed, and then 
another. After a few more steps, I was at the door.  I 
reached for the doorknob and slowly twisted it.  I 
stared into the hallway for a few seconds and stepped 
out.  I still possessed her body, but felt my energy 
diminishing.  One more step, and I found myself above 
the bed again.  I looked out the door and saw Julie's 
hand reach in and gently close the door.

* * * LAURIE & STEVE * * *

A couple entered the room and closed the door behind 
them, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss as the 
door closed behind them and he set a duffel bag onto 
the floor.  The woman broke the kiss and asked, "Do you 
really think the kids will be okay?  I'm worried about 
them already.  Maybe we should call and check up on 
them."

"They're fine," he answered, "They're with my 
parents.  IF they need anything, they'll call, they 
have the cell phone number."

"Still, we've never left Kimberly alone before, she's 
only one and she's going to cry without me."

The man laughed and asked, "Is she gonna cry or are 
you?  Relax, this is the first night we've had alone in 
nine years, since Adam was born.  Tonight, you're 
mine."

The woman kissed him passionately, and as his hand 
moved to her chest, she pushed him softly away and 
said, "Hold on, tiger.  I've got a surprise for you."

"I love surprises."

"Just wait for me on the bed, I'll be out in a minute," 
she said as she walked to the bathroom carrying the 
duffel bag.  The man quickly undressed and hopped into 
the bed, pulling the blanket over himself.

"I'm waiting, Laurie," he yelled.

"Patience," she said from the bathroom, "just a couple 
more minutes."

"Patience," he muttered, "I've been waiting for this 
night for nine years."

"What did you say, Steve?"

"Nothing, honey."

The bathroom door opened and the woman stepped out.  
She had brushed her hair out and applied some makeup, 
including bright red lipstick that seemed to glow. She 
now wore a sheer black negligee with holes cut out 
where her large nipples stuck out.  Black hose attached 
to a black garter belt sprinkled with silver adorned 
her legs with a pair of very high heeled black pumps on 
her feet.  She laughed coquettishly and twirled 
rapidly, revealing the tiny thong she wore underneath, 
"What do I think?  I'm not too fat to wear this, am I?"

"You look beautiful," he answered, "and if you don't 
trust my opinion, I'm sure I can find some guys down in 
the hotel bar that would agree with me."

"Your fantasy never changes. Does it?"

"Can I help it I'm a pervert and want to watch my 
beautiful wife getting fucked by three strangers."

"You know," she said with a smile, "If you're nice to 
me in the next hour, maybe I'll do it."

"You'll let me watch you get fucked by strangers?" he 
asked, his face contorted in astonishment.

"If you treat me right for an hour... and if I don't 
chicken out.  You can start with a massage," she said 
as she stepped back into the bathroom. When she 
returned, she tossed him a small bottle, "Here's the 
oil, I want a total massage, but that's it, just the 
massage, don't let your hands wander. Just get my 
muscles relaxed, then maybe I'll do your fantasy for 
you."

She walked to the bed, her hips wiggling back and 
forth.  She stumbled and looked down at her shoes as 
she caught herself on the bed, "I don't know how women 
can wear these things, I can barely walk in them."  She 
sat on the bed and began to unstrap the pumps.

"No, don't take them off," Steve said as his eyes 
remained riveted on her legs.

Laurie smiled at him and laid on her stomach, "Massage 
time.  I want you to make every muscle in my body feel 
like new.  If you can do that, I'll be so horny that 
I'll need at least three men to satisfy me."

Steve sat on the bed next to her, his hard cock 
sticking into the air, "I can't use the oil if you keep 
the nightie on, you have to take it, along with 
everything else."

"Are you trying to get me into bed with you?"  she 
asked with a laugh as she stood and pulled the negligee 
over her head.  She wiggled her hips seductively and 
pulled the thong down her legs.  As she stepped out of 
them she picked the thong up with her foot and kicked 
the thong at her husband, hitting him in the face.  She 
sat on the bed, and unhooked the garter belt, peeling 
the hose down her legs.  Now naked, Laurie laid back on 
the bed, pushing her butt slightly in the air.

Steve pored some oil onto his hands, warming the oil by 
rubbing his hands together.  He placed his hands on 
Laurie's back and gently massaged her.  As he needed 
more oil, he poured it onto her back and rubbed it into 
her skin. Laurie moaned softly as her muscles relaxed.

Steve softly pushed her legs apart and moved his hands 
to her inner thighs.  He softly kneaded her thighs, 
slowly moving his hands closer to her pussy.  As his 
hand brushed against her pussy, she turned to him and 
said, "Uh-uh, not there.  Here's the deal.  If you get 
me too hot right now and I have to fuck you to satisfy 
myself, your fantasy is off.  If you do like I said, 
and just get me really relaxed, then I'll do it." Steve 
moved his hands away from her pussy and began massaging 
her calves, "Much better," she said with a giggle.

Steve continued massaging her entire body, carefully 
avoiding the obvious erogenous zones.  Laurie turned 
over and opened her legs, her hand softly sliding up 
and down her labia, "Fuck me, Steve, fuck me."

"Uh-uh," he said, "I want to watch you with somebody 
else, and you promised."

"Fuck me now.  I'll still do it," she said lustfully.

"Uh-uh, I know you too well.  If I fuck you now, you 
won't do it.  If you want to get fucked, you'll have to 
find somebody else, or maybe more than one."

Laurie sat up and looked into his eyes, "Are you sure 
this is what you want?" she asked.

Steve nodded his head and smiled, "More than you know."

"Wait right here," she said as she walked to the 
bathroom.  I could hear the water running as she took a 
shower.  Steve laid on the bed and began to masturbate.  
I watched his face contort as he brought himself to 
orgasm, no doubt he was fantasizing about watching his 
wife with some other man.  He quickly cleaned up his 
mess and waited for his wife to return, his cock still 
hard as he toyed with it.

The bathroom door opened, and Laurie stepped out.  This 
time, she wore a very short black dress, held up by two 
tiny straps, her nipples pushed through the thin fabric 
and her breasts threatened to bounce out of the dress 
as she walked to the bed.  She stood above her husband 
and lifted the hem of her dress slightly, showing him 
her naked pussy.  She bent over him, her breasts 
falling out of the low cut dress, her large hard 
nipples exposed to him, "Do you think I can pick up 
anybody wearing this?"

His mouth opened in astonishment, and he slowly nodded 
his head.  She kissed him passionately, her tongue 
pushing into his mouth.  Abruptly, she broke the kiss 
and walked to the door, pushing her boobs back into the 
dress.  As she opened the door, she looked back at him 
and said, "I'll be back in a little while.  Hide in the 
closet and maybe you'll get a show, I'll call before I 
come back."

The door closed behind her, and Steve began 
masturbating again.  His orgasm came quickly and he 
again cleaned up his mess.  He pulled on his clothes 
and turned on the TV.  He watched TV for about an hour, 
coincidentally it was my first movie.  All I remember 
about it was having to wear tiny tank tops and shorts, 
and that I was drunk or stoned during most of the 
filming.

His cellular phone rang, and I heard him say, "Five 
minutes, give me five minutes." he paused for a few 
moments, listening to the phone, "You can do it.  Just 
think how great it's gonna feel."  He said goodbye, and 
turned off the television.  He quickly made the bed and 
stepped into the closet, keeping the door open a crack 
so he could see the bed.

After a few minutes, the front door opened, and Laurie 
stepped in first, followed by three very well built 
men, they looked like some kind of athletes.

"Do you really play football?" Laurie asked, "I hate 
football, but my husband watches it all the time."

"Of course we do baby," one of them answered as he 
pulled Laurie to him, "I already told you, we play for 
the Vikings, we're in town for a game tomorrow."

She smiled at him and pushed him away gently, "I 
thought you guys had curfews and stuff like that, and I 
thought you weren't supposed to have sex the night 
before a game," she said.

The three men laughed loudly and the guy that held 
Laurie moved back to her and wrapped his arms around 
her.  Laurie let his lips kiss hers then pushed him 
away.  She walked to the bed, and sat down, "I don't 
know if I can do this," she said, "I don't even know 
your names."

"We can solve that,  I'm Darnell, the pasty guy is Joey 
and the tall one is Jerome.  Now are you ready to 
party?"

Laurie looked at them and said, "I don't know, I mean 
I've never done anything like this before."

"Man, you ain't nothing but a tease," Darnell said, 
"C'mon guys, let's get back to the bar and see if we 
can convince those two girls that were dancing with us 
to come to our room,"

They headed toward the door, when I possessed Laurie's 
body, "Wait," I said, "Don't go."

They looked back at me, and I pushed the strap off my 
left shoulder, then pulled the strap off my right 
shoulder.  I pulled down on the dress lightly, and 
exposed Laurie's breasts to the three football players.  
I looked down at them, cupped one breast in my hand, 
pulled it to my mouth and lustfully licked it.  Letting 
it drop, I pulled the hem of the dress above my waist 
and ran my finger along Laurie's wet slit. I patted the 
bed next to me and asked, "Do I have to do this by 
myself?"

The three men walked to the bed, and Darnell sat next 
to me.  He put his face in my chest and wrapped his 
lips around my nipple.  "Look at these tits," he said 
as he pulled my nipple out of his mouth.

I looked at the two men as they ripped off their 
shirts, admiring their sculpted bodies.  As I reclined 
on the bed I said, "Is it true that black men have big 
cocks?"

Darnell looked at Jerome and laughed loudly, "Most do, 
but not all.  Ask Jerome the same question."

"Man, why do you always have to bring that up whenever 
we share a woman?" Jerome asked, "Just because I'm not 
as big as you are doesn't mean shit."

"Hell, Jerome, You ain't even as big as pasty over 
there."

"I thought all black men had huge cocks," I said.

"Most of us sweetheart, most of us," Darnell said as he 
looked at Jerome and laughed.  He looked back at me and 
again fondled my breasts, pulling one nipple into his 
mouth.  I felt his hand run along my inner thigh, and 
as he reached my pussy, he pushed one finger between 
the labia and started pushing it rapidly in and out.

I looked to the side of the bed at Jerome and Joey. 
They were standing above me, their cocks inches from my 
face.  Joey sat on the bed and I put my hand on his 
cock, stroking it softly.  As I stared into his 
brilliant blue eyes, I said, "You're not exactly small.  
You're about the same size as my husband."  I felt 
Jerome sit on the bed on the other side of me, and as I 
continued to stroke Joey, I looked at Jerome's cock.  I 
expected to see something small, but it was about the 
same size as Joey's, maybe a little thinner.  I wrapped 
my other hand around it, and began stroking it in 
rhythm with my other hand.

Darnell had replaced his finger with his mouth, and as 
he slid his tongue up and down my slit, I moaned 
softly, feeling the pleasure throughout my body.  I 
turned my head and kissed Jerome's cock, then wrapped 
my lips around the head and gently sucked it.  I felt 
Darnell's mouth leave my pussy, and as I looked down at 
him, I realized that he had already removed his pants 
and he was about to push his cock into me.

The head of his cock pushed between my labia, and with 
a slight groan, he pushed his cock into my wet pussy.  
I felt some pain as he pushed it all the way in. As he 
saw the pained expression on my face, he said, "It's 
huge, isn't it? You'll get used to it."

He pumped faster, but never really varied the rhythm.  
His face contorted as I continued to alternate between 
sucking Joey's and Jerome's cocks and he continued to 
pound his cock into me.  Even though his cock was big, 
I wasn't even close to coming as he pulled out and shot 
his cum all over my stomach.  As he sat on the bed, he 
looked at me and said, "There, I probably ruined you 
for everybody else.  I bet you ain't never had a big 
one like mine before."

I smiled at him, but not wanting to hurt his feelings, 
I remained silent.  I pushed two fingers into my pussy 
and looked at Joey, "Fuck me Joey, fuck me really 
hard."

I turned onto my stomach and lifted my ass on the air 
and wrapped my lips around Jerome's cock.  I felt 
Joey's cock push against my pussy and moaned as it slid 
in.  He began pumping his cock in and out of me, 
varying his rhythm and the angle of penetration.  
Sometimes as he pushed his cock in, I could barely feel 
his cock against my clit, and other times it rubbed 
against my clit causing me to moan.

Darnell had moved his head under my chest, and as I 
continued to suck on Jerome's cock, I felt Darnell's 
mouth  wrap around my nipple and his hand gently pinch 
the other nipple.  The sensation of Joey's cock rubbing 
against my clitoris as Darnell sucked my nipple and 
Jerome's cock slid in and out of my mouth was too much.  
I felt my body tense, and remembered that Steve was in 
the closet, watching me fuck these three guys.  I 
glanced toward the closet, and moaned loudly as my 
orgasm started.  It seemed to begin from my clitoris 
and spread throughout my body, sending waves of ecstasy 
pounding through my body.

Jerome's cock fell out of my mouth as I began yelling 
in ecstasy. Joey's cock continued to pound into me as 
my orgasm peaked. I felt myself leave Laurie's body, 
but instead of being scared, I realized that I had 
fulfilled what I had to do to go on in the afterlife.

I seemed to float above the bed, and I watched Laurie's 
body orgasm as Joey continued to pound his cock into 
her.  Joey groaned loudly, and I watched his face 
contort as he orgasmed, sending his cum into Laurie's 
pussy.  She looked back at him and smiled, turning onto 
her back, she watched as Jerome pushed his cock into 
her pussy.

She moaned loudly again as she hungrily sucked 
Darnell's cock.  I watched as Darnell groaned loudly as 
he orgasmed. Laurie continued to suck on his cock, 
letting a little bit of Darnell's cum escape her lips. 
After Laurie swallowed the cum in her mouth, she 
hungrily licked her lips and moaned loudly as she 
looked toward her husband in the closet.  I could hear 
her screaming at Jerome to fuck her harder as I began 
to drift away.

The hotel disappeared from my vision, replaced by an 
intense light that seemed to contain all colors yet not 
have any color.  I heard a voice give me instructions, 
and I followed the voice into a void.  The voice 
instructed me to return and do one more deed, which I 
gladly did.  As I returned, the voice seemed to reach 
out and touch me, leading me to my place in the 
afterlife.

* * * Epilogue * * *

The hotel clerk looked around the lobby, still filled 
with flowers that Brooke Johnson's fans still placed 
even months after her death.  He made sure that the old 
flowers were removed and that her fans respected her 
memory.  As the person who found her dead body the day 
after she was murdered, Ted somehow felt as if he 
needed to protect her.  The clerk frowned as he pulled 
out the glossy five by seven picture that the starlet 
had signed for him that fateful night; he stared at her 
image, admiring the sparkle in her eyes, the pout in 
her lips and the curves of her body and wondered who 
could possibly have killed her.

He read her words for what seemed like the millionth 
time, "To Ted, It was very nice meeting you.  Thanks 
for the roses, I've finally found my peace. Love, 
Brooke Johnson."

* * * THE END * * *


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