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Subject: {ASSM} JOA: Ch. 10 - Portia De Rossi (MMF/cons/celeb)
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Feedback and suggestions always welcome. Sorry about the delay on this
chapter,
personal life conflicts and what not. Any ways...



Journal of an Agent: Chap. 10 - Portia De Rossi

By Carnage Jackson

carnagejackson@hotmail.com

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Standard Disclaimer:

You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest.

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask!

This is Part 10 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
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 "Glad you could come in Portia," I said as I reclined in my chair.

 "Not a problem Dean, what's up?" Portia replied.

 Portia De Rossi had become a client of the firm through ruthless dealings
by my father, who had lured her away from her two-bit talent agency before,
and who had been hugely influential in landing her the role as Nelle Porter
on the hit TV show "Ally McBeal".

 "Well actually, we do have a problem. Do you remember the photographer Rob
Akens?" I asked, folding my hands in front of me.

 Portia nodded her head slowly as she sat in the chair in front of me. She
was wearing a light, white floral blouse that showed her cleavage quite
well. She wore a matching pant suit with the blouse and had her famous
blonde locks tied behind her head. Her greenish gray eyes sparkled, but they
seemed to be losing some luster as I continued.

 "He was famous in the early 90s for taking photos of some of the most
gorgeous women in the world. His career was going great until he got busted
for half a pound of coke he tried to smuggle into the country a few years
ago. Blah blah, real tragic stuff. Well, he did some time but his reputation
was ruined. Since he got out of prison he has been trying to re-build his
career in the industry," I said, although it was apparently for my own
benefit as Portia seemed to know exactly where I was going with this.

 "And that's where you come in," I said with a sigh. "He contacted us about
a week ago and said something to the effect that he had something of yours
he knew you would desperately want if you wanted to 'Go further in life'.
That was his phrasing. He wouldn't tell me what it was. He said you knew. So
would you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" I asked her.

 A range of emotions was going on behind Portia's beautiful face I could
tell. At first she seemed composed, then worried, then upset, then finally
her face settled into a sense of uneasiness.

 "Yes, I know Rob. He helped me out when I was a teenager back in Australia,
still modeling. I sort of had a school girl crush on him back then. We
became romantically involved for about six months, but then he dumped me for
some other model. That's when I left Australia and came to the US. And I
think I know what it is that he has on me. They are nude pictures," Portia
said, the obvious pain in remembering what happened hurting her even as she
spoke.

 "What type of nude photos are we talking about here? Is it just a topless
shot or full frontal or what?" I replied, as what Rob was doing to us began
to take shape.

 "No, it's much worse than that. If I remember right, and it's hard because
it seems like so long ago, the photos we took were pretty explicit. I
remember one of them distinctly because he showed them to me. It was me
sucking his cock while I played with myself with a dildo," Portia said, her
face turning bright red and her gaze shifting downward so she wasn't looking
me in the eyes.

 "Oh God..." I muttered to myself, just imagining the nightmare the press
would turn something like that into. And God help us if those photos got on
the Internet. I knew Fox would drop her, especially after the pressure they
were put under for the incident with Robert Downey Jr. Still though, this
sleazy photographer was trying to blackmail my firm and clients and I was
not happy about it at all.

 "Well look," I said, snapping out of my thoughts, my voice rising out of my
frustration. "We don't have to do anything about this. This is blackmail,
and he could go back to jail for it. I'll call him right now and tell him to
fuck off," I said, picking up the phone.

 "No Dean! Wait!" Portia said loudly, holding out her hand in a stop motion.
"I know Rob. Let me go and talk to him, I'm sure I could get him to
compromise or something. Or at least find out what he wants from us,"

 Still holding the phone in the air, the earpiece beeped noisily since it
was off the hook. Portia was probably thinking more rationally than I was
(this being the first time someone tried to blackmail me). Finally I set the
phone in the cradle and spoke.


 "Alright. I'll set up a time to meet with him and let you know. But you can
be sure that I will be coming along, just to make sure things go all right,"
I said.

 Portia seemed happy with this. After chitchatting for a while and trying to
lighten the mood, I had to run to a meeting so Portia left. When I returned
that afternoon, my assistant Julie had already arranged everything, setting
our meeting for a week from Friday. I called Portia personally and gave her
the address and we agreed to meet there.


 As I pulled into the driveway of Akers house, I couldn't help but notice
how shabby it was. Located in an older neighborhood of LA, the house had a
vintage look to it, albeit a kept in bad repair motif. Portia's car was
already there, a beautiful BMW M3.

 I walked up the walkway to the door and knocked. Rob answered the door, and
I could see Portia standing further into the room behind him.

 Rob was just the type of guy I figured he would be. He was about 5'6 and
had the current 'chic' LA look, with a short goatee and very small oval
shaped glasses. His cold blue eyes seemed to be picking me apart mentally in
that brief moment when he opened the door. But his face changed into a wide
toothed grin as he welcomed me in. I could see that he was a little
overweight and that his perfectly groomed black hair was balding some in the
back. He wore a loose fitting navy blue shirt which was tucked into a pair
of white slacks. His feet were bare and I could see that he was used to
walking around barefoot, as the bottoms of his feet were quite dirty.

 "Hello Dean, thank you for coming," Rob said. His English was heavy with an
Australian accent. Portia was down the hall admiring a photograph before
turning her attention towards me and walking my way, her face beaming. The
floor was made out of heavy oak panels, and the walls were painted a dreary
shade of brown to match with the floor. The hall way was lit however with
huge lights that hung from the ceiling high a few feet above me. As he led
me further into his home, Portia seemed to jump in line behind him like a
puppy. I could sense some of that school girl fascination returning.

 Hustling up behind her, I tapped her on the shoulder.

 "Has he budged at all?" I whispered into Portia's ear. Her head turned
around sharply as she put her finger to her lips in a "shhh" motion. Her
blonde hair, pulled back in a long ponytail that stretched down almost to
her gorgeous ass, swung wildly when she turned. Portia was wearing a pair of
sheer, tight black pants and a green top. Combined with her platinum hair
and her green eyes, she looked like an enchantress. I couldn't help but
notice as well that I couldn't make out her panty line, meaning she was
either wearing a thong or nothing at all. I quickly understood how she would
"bargain" with him.

 "Have a seat over here Dean. Can I get you a drink, mate?" Rob asked. We
had come into a studio area of the house, as it was very sparsely decorated.
In the center of the room was a table that was littered with all sorts of
camera parts and loose film rolls. Standing on a tripod, facing a blank
white wall, was a very expensive looking camera. To the left of where I sat
was a mini bar area with a lamp above it that looked straight out of an
episode of "Cheers".

 "No, I'm fine. Thank you," I replied to him. Portia had walked over and
taken a seat next to me, her legs crossed as she watched. She herself was
sipping on a rum & coke I saw, and I'm sure that it was not her first one of
the day, given the way she was drinking it down.

 "That's very well then. Just thought I'd offer," Rob said as he poured
himself a vodka. Holding it in his hand as he paced in front of the bar,
sipping it occasionally, he avoided looking at us as he was thinking to
himself. After a long sip of the drink, he spoke.

 "Here's what I'm gonna do," he said as he reached behind the bar and pulled
out an envelope, handing it to me. "I give you the negatives and originals
of those photos and you give me $500,000, and we pretend this never
happened. A bloke's gotta be able to buy some blow now that he is here in
L.A., no?" Rob said.

 Opening the envelope and sliding the photos out onto my lap, Portia leaned
over to look at them as well. What she had said were in the photos didn't
prepare me at all for what Rob was showing me now.

 The first photo was indeed the one Portia had talked about. In full,
vibrant color, Portia was easily recognizable as she sucked happily on a
medium sized cock (which had to be Rob's). She had his balls cupped in her
left hand and appeared to be squeezing them. She was looking directly into
the camera, and I saw that a small trickle of cum was dripping down her
cheek. With her other hand she held a massive 12 inch dildo halfway in her
cunt. You could see the outline of her pussy lips as they stretched around
this metallic silver beast. Her pubic hair was sparse in the photo, but just
as blond as the hair on her head. The next photo was even more shocking.

 In it, Portia laid spread eagle and totally stretched out on a velvet
bedspread. Beside her lay a pair of skimpy black panties, and all that she
was wearing were a pair of matching black stockings. All over her chest
however, covering her ruby red nipples, all the way from her lips to just
above her pussy, were long thick streaks of cum. It had to be no less than a
gallon of cum covering her body all over. Like the other photo, it was quite
clearly Portia, although she appeared to be much younger.

 The final photo in the envelope was also disturbing. It was a rear shot of
Portia, her head turned to face the camera. Buried inside of her pussy
underneath her was a huge black cock. In her ass and straddling her back was
another black man's cock, this one only half way inside of her. In between
her beautiful lips and on her pristine face was yet another cock, this was
apparently just spewed it's hot greasy cum all over her face, as the cum was
dripping down her chin. All three men's faces were not visible but like the
other two photos before it, there was no mistaking that was Portia.

 I slid the photos back into the envelope, and tried to remain calm and
think. It was impossible for me not to be turned on by those photos,
especially with the subject of the photo's face just inches from mine. Like
my own breath, Portia's had become more rapid and excited just by looking at
the photos. I could tell that even if she regretted her past sins, something
like this was still too much not to turn her on and get her pussy juices
flowing. As I felt my erection ebb inside my pants, I cleared my thoughts
and started thinking like a business man again.

 "No. Absolutely no way will we pay you anything. That's blackmail buddy,
and in case you forgot, it's illegal in this country," I said, in a cold
voice. Portia was now resting her hand on my inner arm and leaning very
close to me. I could smell her fragrant perfume mixing with the sexual
excitement she had just experienced.

 This was obviously not the answer Rob wanted. I guess he thought we would
come in here, cut him a check and that would be it. But because I was hard
nosing him, his master plan was not going how he wanted. His warm and
friendly motif shifted into one of anger and I saw his face darken.

 "Blackmail my bloody ass! This is a shrewd business deal between a
photographer and a model. Now if you don't want to buy these, I can think of
a few magazines and tabloids that might," Rob said, narrowing his eyes as he
stared straight at me.

 "Fine. Go ahead and sell them. We will call them fakes and deny it," I
said. I was more than willing to play hard ball with this junkie burnout.
"And given your past reputation here in L.A., I don't think anyone would
believe you any ways. You can do wonders with a computer now," I replied, my
tone now icy cold as I spoke.

 Rob knew that his back was against the wall and that he was running out of
bargaining room. Still, I really didn't know if those were all the pictures
that he had taken, let alone the only copies.

 His posture shifted and he stood up more straightly as he stood up and
crossed his arms. He spoke again.

 "If you won't give me my money, let me get something from Portia. A quickie
as you American's say," he said.

 I actually laughed. I couldn't believe the audacity of this man to turn me
into no more than a common pimp with one of my clients.

 "There is no way on God's green earth that you will be sleeping with
Portia. Not while she is my client," I said. Portia had been watching my
reaction intently and I sensed relief in her hand when she loosened her grip
upon my arm.

 "You are a sticky son of a bitch aren't you Simonds," Rob said. I could
tell that he was now very frustrated at my lack of compromise. But at this
point I had him on the ropes and I wasn't going to back down before we got
the photos and left without paying a thing.

 "At least let me get a little blowjob from her then," Rob said. He was
almost pleading now, and I noticed that he had a sizeable lump in his
crotch. If he couldn't get the money, they would go for the next best thing:
sex. Then again, what man in his situation wouldn't.

 I was about to speak and tear him a new ass hole with my response, but
Portia stunned us both by speaking up for the first time since my arrival.

 "All right, I'll blow you till you come. I'll even let you come on my tits
if you want. But Rob, those HAVE to be the only copies of those photos,"
Portia said. I could see that her acting ability came naturally as I
couldn't help how exactly much like Nelle she was acting in her forcefulness
and bargaining.

 Rob jumped at this offer and was quick to respond "Then it's a deal. I
promise these are the only photos in existence," He smiled lewdly at me, and
I could tell he was enjoying that he had achieved some sort of victory.

 I was still dumbfounded by her offering but it was her choice. I wanted to
make sure it was all right with her, so I took her aside for a moment.

 "Portia, you don't have to do this. We can just walk out on this sleaze
ball and if he tries anything just call the cops," I said, almost pleading
with her. I was still conflicted about it in a way, and the erection in my
pants of knowing what I was about to be watching didn't help matters.

 "Dean, I'll be fine. This way everyone will be happy. Besides, I haven't
tasted a good dick in a while, so it's not like I'm getting shafted on this
deal, so to speak," Portia replied, smiling at me that same smile that had
won over the hearts of many a male "Ally McBeal" viewer.

 "All right. But if you do something you don't want to, just let me know," I
whispered to her. Turning my attention to Rob, my tone shifted back to a
business like manner.

 "You have a deal Mr. Akers. But no funny stuff. And if you are lying about
the photos, so help me God I will prosecute you to the fullest extent," I
said, my voice gruff and harsh.

 "Yea, yea, sure whatever," Rob said. He was very excited and reached down
and started unbuckling his belt. He paused for a moment though. "If you'll
excuse us mate...we can get this ball rolling,"

 "Oh no. I'm not leaving this couch until I have those pictures in hand and
our work here is done," I replied. "That is, unless Portia wants me to
leave,"

 "No Dean, you can stay. Just to make sure everything goes okay," Portia
replied. She was standing up now, and began to unbutton the two buttons at
the top of her shirt.

 "Suit yourself," said Rob apathetically. Going back to work on his pants,
he had them and his boxer shorts down around his ankles in no time. His cock
was sticking straight out in front of him and was already very erect. He had
nothing on my 9 inch penis, but his was fairly sizeable.

 Portia removed her shirt and unclasped her bra, letting both fall to the
floor. Her breasts looked even better in real life. The skin on her chest
was pale and white and her nipples were the same maroon color as in the
photos. She was probably a B cup and her breasts seemed to jut out from her
chest like small mounds. They looked very proportional to her tall and lithe
body.

 She walked over until she was just inches from Rob and then got down onto
her knees. Taking his hard cock into her hand, she slowly began to stroke it
up and down. Using her other hand to fondle his balls, she moved her head to
the side of it and gave the side of his shaft a long, deliberate lick. Rob
threw his head back in pleasure as Portia set to work.

 In a vain attempt to hide my erection, I scooted to the edge of the couch
and sat with my legs spread, hoping my erection wasn't too obvious (not like
either of them were looking at me while this was going on).

 Portia's busy mouth was now sucking up and down on Rob's cock, teasing the
underside of it with her tongue. She had let her long blond hair down from
the ponytail it had been in, and now it hung behind the nape of her neck and
onto her shoulders. The natural curls of it, swaying back and forth as she
bobbed up and down on him were almost hypnotic. Portia's pace had picked up,
but her technique was now shifting, as she was deep throating him all the
way and then pulling his cock out of her mouth until the very edge of it was
touching her gorgeous lips. Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves
immensely, and I saw that Portia's hand was inside of her pants as she
played with herself. A small spot of moisture had begun to develop on them.

 Subconsciously, I began stroking myself through my own pants, keeping pace
with Portia as I rubbed my palm up and down myself. As Portia's tongue
maneveuring on Rob's ample sized cock shifted and changed, I felt myself
getting hornier by the second. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and
unzipped my pants, letting them fall gently down to my knees as I began to
masturbate in time with the action going on three feet in front of me.
Portia and Rob were in their own little world as I did this, and this was
just the way I wanted it.

 Rob had now taken Portia by her beautiful hair and was moving her lips up
and down his shaft at a furious pace as he fucked her mouth for all it was
worth. Portia was more than happy to oblige and when Rob began to do this,
she began to finger herself faster and faster.

 After around ten minutes of giving what had to be some of the most skillful
head I had ever seen, Rob's back arched and he panted "I'm cumming babe! I'm
cumming!"

 Portia pulled his dick out of her hot mouth long enough to ask "Where do
you want to cum?"

 "On...your...face..." was all that Rob could manage to get out through
labored breaths. Portia compiled, giving his shaft a couple more good sucks
(her cheeks quivered as she did this, something that almost made me shoot my
load right then and there) before taking it in both of her hands and
furiously jacking him off just inches away from her face and open and ready
mouth.

 With a loud groan that resonated through the whole house, Rob thrust his
hips forward once more and let loose a cannon shot of cum all over Portia's
face. The first strand hit right on her tongue, a little portion of it
dribbling down her chin. Moving his dick around her face as he came, Rob
began spraying all over her cheeks and nose, landing at least two dollops in
her golden blond hair. Aiming down at her chest, Rob shot one more wad of
his load, landing it expertly on her right tit so that it covered her
nipple.

 Seconds later, I felt my own orgasm impending and just let myself go,
erupting cum all over my hand and dick, some of it landing on the wood floor
below me. The two of them rested for a moment, Rob smearing his cockhead all
over Portia's cheeks as more cum dribbled onto her chest. As Rob pulled up
his pants finally, both of them noticed me sitting on the couch, my dick
still in my hand.

 "Did we put on a good show Dean?" Portia asked, as she began to scoot
towards me on her knees. The cum was all over her upper half now and I could
see the small wet spot in her pants had grown much larger.

 "I uhh...yea. Sorry, I couldn't help myself," was my meek reply. Rob was
grinning wildly at me before walking over to fix himself another drink.

 "Well, it looks like you made a mess. Let me clean it up for you," Portia
said. She now kneeled before me and lowered her mouth on to my semi erect
cock. Her lips felt like heaven as she slowly sucked the excess cum from my
shaft. When all of it had entered her mouth, the overwhelming warmth of it
had brought my dick back to full hardness. Licking my balls and the inner
part of my thighs, Portia went after every drop of cum she could find. Not
satisfied finally when she had clicked it clean, she began giving an encore
performance on me, running her tongue up and down and basically all over my
cock.

 Rob in the meantime had positioned himself behind her and had dropped his
pants once again. Reaching down to pull down Portia's sheer black pants, I
made a weak effort to stop him.

 "I thought you said you just wanted a blowjob?" I said.

 "I want all I can have. You don't mind do you Portia?" Rob said as he slid
her pants down to her feet. She lifted her legs and kicked them off,
mumbling some sort of reply to him that could only have been "No."

 Pulling her black thong panties aside, Rob lowered his cock down to her
sopping wet opening. Rubbing it along the outside of her cunt and all over
her ass, he finally began to sink himself into her. Portia groaned in
pleasure on my cock as he did this, and it only helped to make her sucking
harder and more pleasurable.

 After bottoming out inside of her tight pussy, Rob began to get a tempo
going and was slamming into her in no time. Her body rocked back and forth
as he did this, his tactile cock sliding in and out of her with every
thrust. Her naked body was a beautiful site to behold. I saw that her pussy
hair was gone now and her cunt was bare and shaven, her pussy lips wrapping
around Rob's cock while he fucked her. Of the three of us, Portia was
enjoying herself the most. Deep throating me and moving her mouth up and
down my cock like the slut that she had become, she had moved one hand down
to her pussy. She held her hole open with two fingers while the other two
were busy teasing and prodding her clit as she frigged herself to an orgasm.

 Rob's stamina must have been low, because a minute later he pulled out of
her and began jacking off quickly before erupting a geyser of cum that
landed on her ass cheeks and back. The hot white cum dribbled down the
inside of her leg and onto her fingers, which she was more than happy to
mingle with her own juices and thrust back into her cunt.

 Stepping away from her, Rob was going to pull up his pants but Portia was
too quick. Sensing what was going on behind her, she quickly pulled her
mouth from my cock and did a 180, thrusting her beautiful pussy right up
next to my cock. Shaking her ass erotically against it, I used my hand to
guide the head into the inside of her twat.

 Portia shifted positions again and stood back up, only to lower herself
down forcefully onto my shaft. This surprised me and knocked the wind out of
me a little, but it was a pleasant surprise as my entire dick was now buried
deep within her. I could feel the moisture and sheer heat from her hot box
all around my cock as she flexed her pussy muscles, sending a ripple down my
cock and my spine. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, Rob quickly shoved
his dick into her mouth and began to fuck her face again. Portia loved this
and began to suck furiously on him.

 After being teased from the killer blowjob I had received, I was about to
cum again almost the moment that I was deep within her. Grabbing onto her
hips, I moved her ass up and down on my rod as my balls pounded furiously
with her cleanly shaven snatch. I was unsure if I should pull out of her or
just shoot my cum inside of her, but Portia wasn't giving me an answer
either way. She wasn't the rich and famous actress now - she was a common
whore who was getting dick from both ends and loving every second of it. Her
blond hair was matted with sweat now as it swayed back and forth on the base
of her head, the longest portions reaching down and tickling my abdomen.

 I couldn't hold out any longer and moved to pull out of her, but Portia
ground her hips deep into my thighs and wouldn't let my cock leave her tight
pussy. I finally just gave in and with two sharp thrusts into her, I lined
the inner walls of her cunt with my cum. I felt the sticky drippings of her
snatch and my own cum seep out of her and smear themselves all over my
thighs. Portia must have orgasmed at some point during all this, because
when I finally pulled out, her wet pussy lips were dripping with her own
juices.

 When I was out of her cunt, Portia and Rob moved onto the floor, where
Portia laid on her back. Taking his cock from her lips, he moved it between
her beautiful breasts and started to tit fuck her at an excited pace.
Portia's head was moving up and down on the floor as he did this, and her
breathing was very tense and coming in short gasps. Unable to stand the feel
of the soft globes of her flesh any longer, Rob shot his third load of the
afternoon all over her breasts and her neck. Portia raised her head just
enough to take the tip of his dick in her mouth and suck the last trail of
cum from it.

 I moved onto the floor next to Portia, and Rob and I proceeded to take our
sticky cum onto our fingers and feed it to Portia as she licked them clean.



 A few hours (and showers) later, Portia and I said our good byes, photos in
hand.

 As I walked her to her car, I asked her about Rob's honesty.

 "Do you really think that those are the only copies of the photos?" I
asked.

 "Of course not. Since day one of his photographer career, Rob has always
kept at least two copies of every photo he took. I'm just glad we got these.
After the fuck session we had today though, I doubt he will try to do
anything with them," Portia said. Her blond hair blew in the gentle breeze
as she said this, and the image I had conjured up of her as a goddess
returned.

 Getting into her car, Portia handed me the photos in the envelope.

 "Here, you can keep these. Call it a memento for those lonely night out in
that big mansion of yours," Portia said with a wink before starting the car
and heading back towards the free way. Stashing the photos into my
briefcase, I got into my car and drove home, making sure when I got there to
stash them in a secret place.



 CHAPTER 11: Jennifer Love Hewitt

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