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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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