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Subject: {ASSM} JOA - Ch. 15 : Natalie Portman (MF/cons/violence)
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Feedback and suggestions always welcome. And so I return to my one true
muse, Natalie Portman. This chapter is much longer than the rest of the
series and could almost be called two chapters. The sex is much more broken
up, but that's because I'm building to something that I think pays off in
the end. Also a pre-warning, there is violence in this chapter, though not
of a sexual kind. Enjoy.



Journal of an Agent: Chap. 15 - Natalie Portman

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 15 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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Rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, I reclined back in my chair.
Sitting at the large mahogany desk of my office, I stared out the window
just a few feet away from me and watched the gentle rain trickle down the
window pane outside. This was an uncharacteristic shower for this time of
year, but things were so dry all over California that it was certainly
appreciated. Outside the just fallen night was broken by the orange glow of
radiant and buzzing street lamps all the way up the road as far as I could
see. Other than the occasional car horn, the night seemed still and perfect.

I was startled by a knock on my open office door. It was Julie, my
assistant, who was working as late as I was. Though I have recalled some
quite wild tails in these past chapters of this journal, the truth is that I
still have to maintain and do paperwork like everyone else out there.
Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

"Working late too huh?" Julie said softly. She leaned against the side of
the door frame with a few file folders in her hand, bouncing them absently
on her hips.

For those who don't know, or may have forgotten, Julie is my personal
assistant here at Shooting Star Talent Agency. Her mother used to work for
my father before I took over the business when he passed away. Julie's
mother left the agency as well, but she left her daughter there to help me
out.

 From day one, I knew that Julie was a beautiful woman. She seemed to be of
Italian descent, with beautiful black hair and a rich olive complexion that
often times seemed to reflect or radiate light. Her eyes were a deep emerald
green and were set into her face perfectly, and her nose and lips were small
as well. She had spent most of her life in California I later learned but
even if she hadn't, she would have been one of the thousands of young girls
who might have come here to LA to seek a movie career. I didn't know much
about her past, other than that she had moved here with her mother when she
was young due to "personal issues". I had never pressed the issue and didn't
see a point in doing so. The California weather had been good to her,
tonight's rainy drizzle aside, and she seemed to get more beautiful every
day. Tonight she was wearing a red silk blouse that clung to her C cup chest
tightly, billowing out at the neck line to expose her tan, flawless neck and
upper cleavage, and a black skirt that barely went past her thighs. On
almost any other woman, the outfit would have looked slutty but Julie made
it look classy.

Due to my involvement with the celebrities of the firm that I have written
about thus far, I never had tried to pursue a relationship with Julie. At
first I thought she wasn't interested in me, but it seemed like I would
catch her staring at me dreamily in occasional moments. I knew that when I
started dating Alyssa Milano seriously a while back she became upset with
me, using the "Don't mix work with pleasure" reasoning. After I ended up
blowing that, she seemed to cool down and recently I could sense a bit of
flirtation in her voice and actions when we spoke.

"Yea, just trying to finish up some of these contracts. I hate paperwork
bullshit like this. It's just a bunch of hoop jumping the studio does to
prevent both sides from getting the lawyers involved if our stars fucking
up," I sighed, rubbing my hand through my hair.

"I understand. The unglamorous life of an agent I guess," Julie said with a
small smile. "And his personal assistant of course, who is here just as late
helping him," Julie said, putting her hands on her hips.

I chuckled at that and tapped a pen on my desk. "Yep. But hey, you know I
appreciate everything you do for me, don't you?" I asked, already knowing
the answer.

"I guess I do," Julie said, staring out the window I was looking at minutes
before. Walking over to the window, she turned her back to me and was silent
for a moment.

I had leaned forward and was about to start my work again when Julie spoke.

"Dean, I know I've been a bitch to you sometimes around the office," she
said.

"No, Julie you've kept me in line more than anything," I replied.

"I know that, but I also know that I've been preachy to you as well. You
know, about you going out with clients of the agency, stuff like that," she
continued, still facing away from me.

"Well, I've always appreciated your concern towards that but I think I can
keep a good balance of things most of the time," I said, not really
concentrating on what she was saying.

"I know you have. So far anyways. But, and I know this will sound
hypocritical, but what are your feelings towards interoffice relationships?"
Julie said.

I dropped my pen. "Well, that would all depend on the people I suppose. Why?
Is Danny the mail boy fucking one of the receptionists?" I said, my throat
suddenly getting a little dry.

"No. It's not that at all. In fact, it's something more personal...for me at
least," Julie said. I could sense some tension in her voice and though I
knew where she was going with this, I didn't want to make the wrong move by
jumping to conclusions.

"I just wanted to know your feelings towards a relationship with say a boss
and his...personal assistant," Julie said, trailing off the last part so
that it was barely audible. Julie turned to face me and the dim light of the
room caught her emerald eyes at just the right angle so that I could read
her almost perfectly. Shining brightly, her eyes had this look of
nervousness and excitement, combined with affection all rolled into one. My
suspicions were true, she DID have feelings towards me. Acting cool, I made
one more pretense to try and make sure I wouldn't look like an ass.

"Well, that is something I'm not quite sure on regarding my feelings. I'd
have to know exact names perhaps," I said, turning to face Julie in my
chair.

"Names huh? Well, let's see. The girl is obviously..." she said softly. "Me.
And the man's name is...Dean," she said softly. I saw her hand on the folder
was shaking a little. She clearly wasn't used to making the first move,
which makes sense given her looks. Now that it was out in the open, I
considered my words carefully.

"Wow. Well Julie, I never had thought about you in that way," I said and I
saw her face drop a little, so I acted quick to keep from crushing her.
"But, that doesn't mean I don't think it can't work. In fact, I'd be more
than willing to give it a try," I said, gazing deep into her eyes as I
spoke. The truth was, I had considered it before but had never pursued. Now
that she was throwing herself on me, I thought it was worth a try to do it.

Julie's eyes had lit up when I spoke and I knew she was excited. Taking a
step towards me, she leaned forward and kissed me, falling into my chair.
The kiss was extremely passionate as I felt her tongue snake into my mouth.
Her mouth was hot and soft as I moved my tongue into hers as well. Julie
leaned into me, pressing the weight of her large breasts into my chest. I
could feel her nipples stiffening through the fabric and I could tell she
was definitely excited about finally getting what she wanted. Julie's hair
hung in front of her face as we kissed and the silkiness of it brushed
against my cheek. Julie swept it aside and broke our kiss, out of breath a
little.

"I've wanted to do that for so long Dean, you have no idea. Ever since I saw
you, I've wanted to kiss you like that and feel you pressed against me,"
Julie said.

"Yes, that was great Julie," I replied.

"Now, why don't you let me try something else I've wanted to do since you
got here," Julie said with a sly smile. I nodded in reply, giving her
permission to do with me as she wanted.

Putting her hands inside my shirt, I felt her fingers slide across my chest.
Her hands were warm and soft. Suddenly, she took hold of my shirt and ripped
it open, the room filling with the sound of the fabric tearing. Buttons went
flying everywhere as Julie opened my shirt. Dropping her head down to my
chest, she ran her tongue around my right nipple, sucking and licking on it
just to tease me, and then made her way to the other nipple and did the
same. Un-tucking my shirt, she slid it off over my shoulders. Julie was now
sitting on my lap in my over-stuffed leather desk chair. Balancing on my
legs, she moved her hands up to her own shirt.

Rubbing her hands over her breasts seductively, teasing and getting her own
nipples hard, Julie unbuttoned and pulled off her blouse. Her breasts
jiggled a little as she sat just a few inches from me in her lacy black bra.
I moved my hands out and palmed her breasts with my hands, rubbing my
fingers over and around her warm flesh, flicking her nipples with my thumb
and forefinger. Julie moaned in contentment as I slid my hands down to her
trim and firm belly, taking hold of her by her hips. Julie reached her arms
around back and gave me a sexy smile as she unclasped her bra and let it
slide forward on her shoulders onto my lap.

Her firm, perky breasts were now free of their last entrapment and were more
glorious than I imagined. As dark complexioned as she was, Julie's breasts
had no instance of a tan line and were the same skin tone as the rest of her
body. Her nipples were a very light shade of pink and covered a good deal of
the front of her breasts. I had always thought they had been enhanced
somewhat, but now that they hung firm and without a hint of sag in front of
me, I knew that Julie had been blessed with a gift from nature.

"Now that we have that taken care of," Julie said with a sigh. "Let's get
back to what I wanted to do,"

Julie slowly slid off my lap, my fingers trailing off of her breasts as she
did so, and got down on her knees in front of me. Unzipping my slacks with
one hand, Julie masterfully worked my pants and boxer shorts down and off my
legs. I was already almost at full mast in hardness, but once her hand
grazed my balls and took hold of my shaft, it was like an electrical current
ran through my dick, hardening it like a steel rod.

Julie moved her hand up and down my shaft slowly at first, rubbing her thumb
across the head of my cock with every up and down stroke, playing with my
foreskin.

"I had heard rumors," Julie said quietly as she jacked me off at a slow,
maddening pace, her eyes never leaving my tool. "About your father's
size...and your size. I never believed it to be true. Until now of course,"
she said.

Guilty as charged I suppose. My semi hard cock had turned into a 9 inch
monster almost instantly when she laid her hands on me, and now it was
almost painfully hard.

Julie adjusted herself on the floor, her naked back pressed against one of
the file cabinets of my desk. Crawling up towards me, her mouth hovered over
my dick as she positioned herself to take it in her mouth. Her hot, soft
breath was an incredible tease and I found myself panting and sweating in
the moment of anticipation. Lowering her mouth and soft lips on top of my
head, she slowly slid her tongue out of her mouth as she worked more and
more of my cock into her mouth. I felt her cheeks bulge a little as she
finally got all of my meat into her throat, an impressive task that few
women had done before.

Julie began slowly moving her mouth up and down my shaft like she had done
minutes before with her hand. Sucking hard on my cock with each downward
motion, Julie's tongue slid around my cock erratically. Pulling her mouth
off of my shaft to catch her breath, Julie again quickly moved her mouth
down onto me, picking up her pace. Her tongue and lips would occasionally
slide off of me, but only for a moment so that she could lick and tease the
purple head of my hard cock, savoring the taste of my pre-cum.

The blowjob she was giving me, an incredible one by any standards, had been
going on for over 15 minutes before I got that all too familiar feeling of
cum bubbling up. Julie's pace and tempo had kept me from cumming longer than
almost any celebrity ever had, and I knew that this load would be a big one.

"Julie...I'm gonna cum!" I panted.

Julie looked up at me, her emerald eyes lost deep in mine. She pulled her
mouth off of me, but left her acrobatic tongue to slide all the way up my
shaft, tickling the head as the final tease. That was enough to do it for
me, and I felt my cum escape from me like a rocket, shooting straight up out
of my shaft and an inch or so into the air. Just as quickly as she had taken
her mouth off, Julie put it right beneath the eruption and caught the first
few spurts directly on her tongue and lips. The rest of my flood landed on
her cheek and nose, a small trickle sliding down her beautiful neck before
stopping right above the nipple of her right breast.

Julie licked her lips and cheek clean, smearing what cum had remained on her
into her breasts. I was still amazingly hard, and I grabbed her by the
shoulders to pull her up to me. Standing up, it was my turn to tear.

Grabbing her skirt by the waistband, I unbuttoned it in one place and pulled
it off of her in one swift motion. Julie was left standing there in front of
me now in just black panties that matched her bra. I could see a bit of
moisture forming between her legs, signaling she was just as excited as I
was.

"Ooohh...I like a man who is forceful," Julie cooed, slipping her thumbs
into her panties and pulling them down over her hips. I was surprised to see
that she was shaven bare, but that her aroused pussy lips were already damp
with her own moisture and juices. We were both naked now, as Julie spread
her legs over me and sat down almost on my belly, her hairless pussy just
inches from my dribbling, hard cock. Rocking her ass back and forth on me,
Julie slowly slid her cunt up to my shaft and rubbed it (and her juices) up
and down my hardness. She had tremendous strength and balance in her arms
and I wondered to myself if she had been a gymnast or dancer in her younger
years.

I took hold of my cock in my hand and pointed it up towards her waiting
hole, knowing that we were both well lubricated for what was to come.
Guiding her by her hips, I slowly lowered Julie onto my shaft as she sunk
down onto me.

Julie moaned loudly, filling our entire 3000 square foot office with her
cries of ecstasy. Julie's snatch was incredibly tight and it felt like she
almost had to stretch to accommodate me.

"Sorry about that," Julie panted, rubbing her hands up and down my chest.
"I've never had a cock so big inside me. God, I feel so full!"

I smiled devilishly and began to work myself in and out of her, guiding her
up and down off of my lap. My balls occasionally would smack against the
cleft of her ass, adding extra pleasure and excitement to her already
aroused lower region.

Julie grinded herself up and down on top of me, closing her eyes and
savoring the feeling every time she would fall downwards onto me. I was
enjoying the feel of her soft, warm cunt, but my legs were getting sore from
having to support her. Using my free hand, I swept aside the papers on my
desk and lifted her up onto the heavy wooden surface.

Laying down on the desk, Julie was able to spread her legs wider and give me
better access to her pussy. I picked up my pace in hammering into her,
guiding myself in and out of her with one hand and using my other to rub her
clit back and forth between my fingers. It was difficult keeping my fingers
inside of her cunt, as she was writhing around like a woman possessed on top
of the desk. I felt Julie's body tense up under me and then shudder as she
exploded in orgasm.

"OHHHHH YESSSS!!! DEANNNNNNNNNN YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! I'M
CUMMMMMMMMMMMIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG!" Julie cried out as her juices
exploded out from inside her pussy like a firework. The room soon filled
with the squishing sound as I used her cum for better lubrication and
continued to thrust in and out of her twat.

I moved my hand up and rubbed it over her breasts, teasing and massaging her
nipples while I used the edge of my desk as support to get even deeper into
her than I had before. I felt her inner walls stretch around me as I
bottomed out within her completely now. Julie's large round nipples
stiffened even harder now as she orgasmed again, her snatch and my inner
thighs now totally covered in her juices.

Her mind-blowing blow job had given me extra stamina and I kept slamming
into her for what felt like hours, rocking the desk back and forth on it's
wooden legs as we both kept pace with each other during our fucking. Julie
had stopped thrashing finally and was now thrusting her hips up at me every
chance she got, urging me on towards orgasm.

I felt my cockhead expand some and then felt a torrent of cum shoot out of
my cock deep into her pussy. Julie crisscrossed her legs around my waist,
thrusting me deeper into her as I came, lining the insides of her cunt with
stream after stream of hot sticky cum.

I kept on fucking her until my now well-worn dick went soft and slid out of
her with a soft squishing sound. We had made quite a puddle beneath us, our
cum pooling around the inside of Julie's thighs and covering her shaved
pussy and tight ass with sticky juices.

That night, we went back to my house and fucked for even longer than before,
until Julie passed out on top of me in exhaustion. Both of us called in sick
the next day and we slept on and off and made love like two horny rabbits.


Over the next few weeks, our relationship grew, although this was mostly
Julie's doing. Every day I would have some sort of gift waiting for me on my
desk. As the weeks ran on, the gifts became more and more erotic. The first
day had been flowers, the fifth nude pictures of her and by our two week
anniversary Julie had slipped pairs of moist, cum coated panties into my
desk when I wasn't looking. Each gift was accompanied by a note that, like
the gifts, was more and more erotic every day.

The truth of the matter was, while the sex was great and the gifts were
almost always a constant turn on, the relationship didn't seem to be moving
past that. We had very little in common in regards to music or even movies,
ironic given the sort of business we were in. And the phone calls. My God
the phone calls. They had seemed innocent at first, calling to say things
like "I'm so horny sitting here thinking about you," and "I can't wait till
tonight when I can fuck your brains out," to things a little more
disturbing. One night during our 3rd week together she called and left 15
messages on my machine while I was out at friends and forgot to turn my cell
phone on. The messages were especially disturbing, as they bordered on
desperate. "I miss you, call me," and "Where are you? Are you mad at me?"
and "If you are out with another woman I swear I'll kill myself,"

This last message was enough to convince me that this needed to stop. But I
was in an awkward position now, as she did work for me and if I didn't
handle it properly she could sue me for sexual harassment, let alone ruin my
reputation around the office. I called her into my office the next day.

Julie wasted no time trying to turn me on, dropping to her knees to start
giving me one of her patented killer blowjobs before I stopped her. She
looked hurt but obliged and climbed up on my desk.

"Julie, listen. About you and me..." I said, watching her reaction. I had
thought about doing this for a few days but had been hesitant after I
remembered the "personal issues" she had mentioned to me before. "I don't
think this is going to work out. We are just too different of people. Don't
get me wrong, the sex is great and I do love a lot of things about you but
quite frankly, this relationship feels really unhealthy,"

Julie's face changed like a mask every second it seemed as the words left my
mouth. First she looked shocked, then on the verge of tears, followed by an
angry hateful look and confusion. Finally she settled on a half angry, half
shocked persona.

"I...I don't understand. I did everything for you. You said it would work
out!" Julie said, a little bit of sadness in her voice.

"No," I corrected her. "YOU said it would work out. I said we should try. I
just don't see our relationship being real long term and that's what I'm
looking for these days,"

"Oh really," Julie said spitefully. "Is that why you fuck any little cunt
that walks in this office or has a b-movie credit to her name!" Her voice
was rising and I moved to quiet her.

"Shhh! Don't say that about the clients! And you know that it's not true," I
replied, speaking in a lowered tone.

"Whatever. You know you can't keep your dick in your pants any more than any
guy can. You think you are hot shit because you are the head of a talent
agency. But you aren't anything without me. I quit," Julie said indignantly,
crossing her arms across her chest and getting off the desk to leave.

"Julie wait! You can't quit! I need you more than anything here! I'm lost
without you," I said, getting up to stop her from leaving.

"I should have known better than to trust you. And to think, I thought we
were meant to be together," Julie said. This last phrase sent a chill down
my spine for some reason as I realized how truly obsessed with me she had
become.

"Julie look. Why don't you take the company credit card and go on a
vacation. Your choice, stay as long as you want," I said, reaching into my
wallet and pulling out a credit card.

Julie shot me another spiteful look but took the card.

"Fine. I'll go. But don't hold your breath on me coming back," Julie said,
storming out of the room and slamming the door behind her.

I walked over to my chair and sat down, sighing as I tried to focus on work
again.


Things went pretty well for the next week or so. Business was picking up
with more clients signing up to the firm and our already banked stars raking
in bucks at the box office. I had to stay at my desk pretty much all week
but I had anticipated the weekend when I would get to meet up with one of my
favorite clients, Natalie Portman.

Natalie was in LA to go visit Industrial Light & Magic and record some
dialog for the upcoming Star Wars: Episode II. Natalie had always been one
of my favorite stars, even when I was younger and watched her film debut in
The Professional. We had never talked in person before but I was looking
forward to doing so and give her a tour of Los Angeles if we had time.

That Saturday, I had Leonard (the company limo driver) pick me up at my
house and head out to the airport to pick Natalie up. I waited for her at
the gate and almost missed her as she walked past. Though strikingly
beautiful, Natalie had the uncanny ability to blend in with a crowd as just
another cute, brown haired young girl. It took her standing directly in
front of me for me to blink and see that she was right there. Natalie was
dressed as a normal girl her age would dress, wearing a pair of jeans and a
shirt from The Gap. She only had one small carry on bag in her small hand
and a purse slung over her shoulder.

"Dean? Are you Dean Simonds?" Natalie said, catching my attention.

"Who? Oh, yes! Yes I am! Gosh Natalie, I didn't see you there! For someone
so beautiful, you were impossible to spot coming up the gate!" I said,
dumbfounded that I didn't recognize my own client.

Natalie blushed a little at my compliment. "Thanks. It was tougher for me,
because I've never seen you in person. Well, nice to meet you," Natalie
said, extending her hand. I shook it and then took her bag from her, making
our way out to the loading area of the airport.

"So Natalie, how are things going for you? You haven't had a movie out for a
while, are you still thinking about leaving the business?" I said, making
chit chat while we waited for Leonard to pull up with the car.

"Well, it's a lot of fun making movies but the hours are so long. I still
don't know yet, I just want to get the Star Wars films done before I even
THINK of doing another movie," Natalie said, pushing aside a loose strand of
hair that had fallen across her face.

After pulling up, Leonard smiled broadly as he opened the door for Natalie
and myself. Throwing her suitcase in the trunk, we headed off down the
freeway.

"Things still going good for you at school? Making straight A's?" I asked
Natalie, opening the mini fridge and getting her and myself a bottle of
water.

"Not straight A's, but if I keep it up I'm sure I'll graduate with honors.
College is so much different than Hollywood. I mean, you meet all kinds of
people in both places, but in college no one seems to care if you are a star
or not. You are just another number on the admissions list, another person
paying that hefty tuition," Natalie said, sipping from her water and leaning
forward to look at me from across the seat. I could smell a faint waft of
her perfume from where I sat, and the scent was quite fragrant and
enjoyable.

"That's good. Now I know you are at an Ivy league school. Which one again?"
I asked.

"Well, it's kind of a poorly guarded secret. All those obsessive Internet
fans finally found it out. But yea, I'm at..." Natalie said, but she was cut
off by Leonard on the intercom.

"We're here Mr. Simonds, Ms. Portman," Leonard said over the crackly
intercom. The car came to a halt and then was flooded with the bright LA
sunshine as Leonard opened the door to escort us out.

I stayed with Natalie for most of the day, watching her record dialog in a
soundstage while she watched very rough footage of the special effects for
Episode II on the screen in front of her. I felt privileged, not only to be
able to see some of the upcoming film before anyone else, but that I got to
spend the day with Natalie.

We walked a few blocks from ILM to a vegetarian cafe and had a quiet lunch.
I found Natalie to be incredibly funny and a great person to just hang out
with as we sat and ate and talked. She was a little tired from the time
difference, but she still seemed to be in good spirits and enjoying herself.
I know I was certainly enjoying her company.

Natalie went back to record some more dialog and I spent the rest of the
afternoon getting a tour of the studio and finally met Natalie outside the
building around 5:00 where Leonard was waiting.

"Are you up for a night on the town Natalie? I know great restaurants that
won't be too busy but still have great food and service," I said, holding
the door open for her. Climbing in, Natalie smiled at me.

"I'd love to Dean. But let me go back to my hotel and change first. I need a
shower," Natalie said.

Leonard drove us back to her hotel and Natalie promised she would be ready
in about two hours. I headed back to the office to change into something a
little nicer and barely made it back to Natalie's hotel in just under 2
hours.

Leonard and myself waited for Natalie in the lobby and were quite amazed
when she came out of the elevator down the hall of the large lobby of the
hotel. Wearing a light blue blouse and a khaki knee length dress, Natalie
portrayed her normal person look even further. Natalie had only applied a
little bit of makeup and lipstick but it certainly enhanced her natural
beauty to a greater extent. Her long brown hair had been curled at the ends
since we last saw her and as she got closer the enchanting perfume she had
been wearing earlier had been retouched. She looked amazing - beautiful,
sexy - and without even trying to be.

"Hi guys. Thanks for waiting on me, I had to put these little curls in my
hair," Natalie said as she approached us, running her hand lightly through
the curls.

"Not a problem, we have all night. Hope you are ready to eat at one of the
better spots of LA," I said, taking Natalie's arm in my mine as we walked
out of the hotel. Leonard walked right behind us, and even though he was at
least 30 years her senior, he still was checking out her ass like a teenage
boy.

Leonard lead us back to the limo and we drove through downtown LA towards
our destination, a Greek restaurant on the north side of the city. It was
very upscale, not so trendy that you needed reservations months in advance,
but I had made them anyways a few weeks earlier for Julie and I, just to be
on the safe side. Now with Julie gone, I was happy to use them with Natalie.

Pulling in, I took Natalie by the hand and led her out of the car. Leonard
told me he was going to go park in a nearby garage and watch the Lakers game
in the back of the car, and to page him when we were ready to be picked up.
I agreed, and Natalie and I went in to have a quiet dinner.

I knew there had been chemistry between us from earlier in the afternoon,
but that was further accentuated over dinner. We ate and chatted till the
food came, sharing personal stories about our different lifestyles. Natalie
told me about the faithful night when she had been spotted by a Revlon agent
a pizza parlor and how her life had changed ever since. I recalled growing
up not having a father, or at least one I knew other than the extravagant
gifts sent to me and my mother during the holidays. Natalie and I bonded,
not only on a physical level (it was clear early on that she was flirting
with me, which was surprising given her known reputation of not dating
anyone) but on an emotional and mental level. We both had been studious in
high school and I found that she liked many of the same books and authors I
did. I cringed at the thought of her having to leave in a few days, but I
tried to sweep that out of my mind and focus on the here and now.

After we finished dinner and were waiting on dessert, I paged Leonard to
have him ready to pick us up in 20 minutes or so. Being a Saturday night, I
knew it would take him that long to get here, despite being only a few
blocks away. Both Natalie and I had wanted to order the same dessert, so we
decided to just get one and split it.

A Strawberry sorbet with vanilla ice cream and strawberry topping, the
dessert was very sweet and delicious. I had a hard time enjoying it however,
as I suddenly became very alert when I felt Natalie's hand rested on top of
mine while we each took bites of the dessert. Maybe this night would turn
out even better than I had thought.

We both made little flirtatious moves with each other, feeding each other
the dessert and what not. By the time we were done, I realized we had been
there for 40 minutes and that we had kept Leonard waiting.

"Uh-oh. Leonard's been outside for 20 minutes now," I said to Natalie as she
finished off the last of the sorbet. "We had better pay and get out there.
He's a nice guy but he hates to be kept waiting,"

Natalie laughed, a very soft a delicate laugh that I had fallen in love with
the first time I heard it. "You are right. I'd hate to get left and have to
walk back to the hotel!" Natalie said jokingly.

"Oh don't worry, I'd be right here to protect you. I can't fight real well
but I can...ummm...scream real loud," I said. Natalie laughed again at my
lame joke and leaned against me as we made our way out of the restaurant.
The feeling of her small, delicate body against mine was enough to create a
stirring in my pants.

Walking back, cars buzzed past us and horns honked occasionally as we walked
away from the main road. By the time we got down to the side street near the
parking garage, the roads were almost deserted except for an occasional car.

I was getting a little nervous about our location in the alleyway, but my
fears were eased when I spotted the limo sitting in the abandoned garage.

"That's strange. Maybe Leonard couldn't hear the page because he had the
game turned up too loud," I said as we got closer to the car. Even more odd
was the fact that I couldn't hear any noise from inside the car. When we
finally made it to the car, I looked in all the windows. Leonard was nowhere
to be seen.

"Hmmm...he's not here. I wonder where he went?" I muttered out loud. Natalie
had been standing back a few feet while I was peering inside the car and was
alternating her weight on each foot.

"I'm sure he will be back soon. Let's just wait in the car for him. It's
creepy out here," Natalie said a little impatiently.

I had a spare key to open the door so Natalie and I climbed into the back
and sat waiting. The car was dark and it was tough moving around without
being able to see.

"Ooof!" Natalie said as I accidentally bumped and fell into her, knocking
her backwards onto the seat of the limo.

"Sorry! Sorry! I couldn't see where I was going," I said. I realized that I
was on top of Natalie Portman, in an empty limousine, in the dark.

"That's ok. My fault for not moving fast enough," Natalie said.

Adjusting my weight so that I wasn't laying totally on top of her, I propped
myself up by my arms by her chest. Our faces were just inches apart and
suddenly the car was filled with an awkward silence.

"Ummm...Dean...I was wondering if maybe you would...this sounds dumb, I
can't believe I'm saying it...consider having a...umm...long distance
relationship with someone," Natalie said awkwardly, stumbling over her words
a bit. It was strange hearing a girl so normally composed and sophisticated
struggling to get her words out.

"Natalie, are you asking me out?" I said, smiling down at her.

"Yes, I guess I am. So would you think about it?" Natalie asked, biting on
her bottom lip out of nervousness.

"To be honest Natalie," I said with a sigh. I studied her eyes as I spoke
and thought I saw her flinch with where she thought I was going with the
conversation. "All I've been able to think about all night is how much I
want to kiss you," I said.

Natalie's eyes went bright, the deep brown in them shimmering almost in the
pitch black.

"Really? Because I've wanted to kiss you too," Natalie said in a breathy
voice.

Leaning down, I didn't let her say anything and just kissed her. Natalie's
lips were warm and soft, not dry but just moist enough to make the kiss feel
wonderful. Natalie returned the kiss, lifting her head off of the seat
cushion to meet my mouth.

I felt Natalie's tongue slip from between her lips and enter my mouth. It
was small and delicate as it moved past my own and explored inside my mouth.
I slowly slid my own into hers and we allowed them to dance with each other
passionately.

The kiss was brief, but very intense. I hated to break it.

"Wow...was that what you wanted?" Natalie asked, almost out of breath.

"That was exactly what I wanted," I said with a smile. Natalie initiated the
next kiss now, pulling me closer to her by putting her hands on my cheeks. I
allowed myself to be pulled and we were quickly back to our passions. I
hadn't felt such raw energy and feeling in making out in a long time. At
least since Alyssa Milano.

Sex with all the other celebrities had been wonderful but something felt so
wonderful being so close to Natalie and embracing her like I was now. It
didn't matter at all who she was or who I was, I just wanted to stay like
this for as long as I could.

Natalie tried to pull me over to her, but we both accidentally tumbled off
of the seat of the limo and onto the floor. Now it was Natalie who lay atop
me, her head resting on my chest as we both laughed at our clumsiness.

Our eyes met in the darkness and again I saw such strength and emotion in
her gaze, one of intelligence but also a flicker of lust. We lay like that
for a few minutes, Natalie just listening to me breath.

Without saying a word however, Natalie slid down my chest towards my belt
and pants.

"Natalie...what are you doing?" I asked. She just smiled at me and continued
her way down, moving her small nimble fingers up and down my crotch and
towards my zipper. Pulling it down, I gasped a little as she slid her hand
into my pants and into my boxers.

Fondling my cock with her hands, it quickly grew rock hard at her touch. I
felt her reach further into my boxers and pull my hard shaft out and into
the air of the car.

Parting her hair to one side so it didn't get in the way, Natalie lowered
her mouth to the side of it and gave the side of my shaft a lick. Like an
ice cream cone or lollipop, Natalie would slowly lick from base to head of
my dick, not saying a word but never breaking eye contact with me.

The feeling was incredible and knowing that we had made a special bond
between us just further elevated my feelings. This wasn't just meaningless
sex, this was a true sign of love from someone who I was beginning to grow
very attached to.

Natalie now was putting inch by inch of my shaft into her mouth, slowly
lowering her head as her throat worked down and around my 9 inch member.
Natalie seemed to be enjoying herself as well, as I saw her nipples begin to
harden in her shirt.

When all of my cock was in her mouth, Natalie sucked on it gently like a
popsicle, creating a tremendous feeling with the suction of her young hot
mouth.

Natalie's head bobbed up and down on me slowly, her tongue occasionally
snaking around my shaft and rubbing it up and down to give an added feeling
of pleasure. Her hand was now underneath my balls. She was teasing and
fondling me with her fingers, rubbing them through the hair around my nuts.

The tickling of her hands made my balls tighten and she seemed to know that
I was close to cumming. I had no idea how experienced she was at this but
she seemed to know how to please a man, no doubt.

"Natalie, I'm about to...cum!" was all I could muster before I felt the hot
seed boiling up inside my cock. Natalie didn't seem to be phased and in fact
seemed to work her throat and mouth harder, ready to milk me for all that it
was worth.

And cum did I. Like a torrential flood, I felt virtually every ounce of cum
I had shoot forth from the head of my cock down Natalie's waiting throat.
She continued to suck and lick up every bit of the sweet seed she could
taste, not even allowing a trickle to run out of her mouth. My orgasm lasted
for at least 30 seconds before I felt the last little bit finish up and my
dick go almost completely soft.

Natalie finished swallowing it all down and wiped her mouth with one
delicate little finger, even taking the consideration to zip me back up and
put my softening prick back into my pants.

I was sweating now and sat up in the car, lifting Natalie onto the seat. I
was more than prepared to return the favor by licking and sucking her pussy
to orgasm. As I positioned myself in front of her crotch, Natalie waiting
excitedly for what I was about to do, the car was suddenly rocked from
behind her by what felt like a kick.

I paused momentarily to make sure that that I wasn't imagining things, but
Natalie was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face too. There it was
again! The car rocked by a kick coming from the end of the car, without a
doubt. We both listened attentively and I could have sworn I heard a muffled
cry.

"What the hell is that?" I said, getting up on my knees and listening to the
back of the car. The kicking had stopped, so I put my face to one of the
dark tinted windows. It was dark but I didn't make out any movement outside
the car.

"Let's go see what that was," I said, making my way to the door. "Stay
behind me and don't get out of the car till I say,"

Natalie nodded in agreement as I slowly opened the door. I was nervous as
hell and knew that my fast beating heart wasn't from the orgasm I had had
moments before.

Stepping out of the car, the parking garage was deserted like it was when we
got there. Glancing down at my watch, I saw that it was 12:13 AM, almost an
hour after I called Leonard to come pick us up. I was really worried now and
very nervous as I made my way to the back of the car.

Much to my surprise, there was nothing there, nor anywhere near the car.
Natalie had poked her head out to watch me. I was going to get back in the
car and chalk it up to imagination when I heard the same thumping again in
the trunk.

Natalie was very much scared now and despite my warnings, got out of the car
to join me. Standing very close to me, we stood in front of the trunk,
watching it. My hand shaking, I reached into my pant pocket and got out my
keys to the car.

A million thoughts ran through my mind as I put the key in the trunk and
unlocked it. Stepping back a little, I tentatively lifted the lid and
prepared myself for just about anything.

Inside the trunk lay Leonard, hands and feet tied behind his back and his
head bleeding from a nasty blow to the head. He looked scared out of his
mind and like a total wreck. When he realized it was me, he began screaming
into the duct tape over his mouth to help him.

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, trying to understand what was going
on. Natalie looked to be in shock too, her eyes wide and her face a very
pale shade of white. I reached into the trunk and slowly lifted Leonard (all
245 pounds of him) out of the trunk and set him on his knees beside the
limo.

Leonard pleaded and begged at me to take off the tape on his mouth and free
his hands. I bent down to do so when, my senses on full alert from the
adrenaline, I heard a very loud *click* behind me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a female voice said.

I spun around sharply on my heel to face the voice. Out of the shadows of a
nearby pillar came Julie. And she was holding a very large gun.

"Juu..Julie! What the hell are you doing?" I said loudly. Julie began to
walk towards us, the gun never wavering off of it's aim right into my chest.
Looking past Julie, I realized how much of an isolated area we were in. Even
if we screamed, the chances of someone hearing us from so deep in the garage
were very slim.

"I'm holding you at gun point. What the fuck does it LOOK like I'm doing,"
Julie said sarcastically. "Oh, who is the little slut? You just don't waste
any time do you Dean?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Natalie leaning against the wall of the
parking garage, petrified with fear. Her mouth moved like she was going to
speak but no words came out.

"That's...that's Natalie Portman. I'm showing her LA," I said. I was amazed
at how calm my voice was, given the situation.

"Oh, that's great. Just fucking wonderful. I watched you get in the limo an
hour ago. Were you in there fucking her? Did you stick it to her real hard
and tell her you loved her like you did ME?" Julie said, stepping even
closer now.

Julie's face was contorting as she spoke and she looked extremely frazzled,
like she hadn't slept in days. Her eyes were black with bags of stress and
despite her normally pretty looks, she looked down right deranged.

"Hey, listen, I don't know who you think you are but," Natalie finally said
softly, trying to stick up for herself.

Suddenly the air was filled with the ear piercing scream of a bullet
whizzing past my ear no less than a foot away. I heard it hit behind me as
it sunk deep into the wall of the parking garage, missing Natalie by a few
feet as well. She screamed and fell to the ground in fright, clutching
herself tightly against the wall.

"How about you just shut up now?" Julie said, speaking to Natalie. She
turned the gun back to me.

"So Dean, you've moved on. Well I haven't. I loved you! We were meant to be
together! Why can't you see that?" Julie said, putting a hand to her
forehead in distress.

"Julie, if you could just put the gun down and let us talk about this, I'm
sure..." I said before being cut off again.

"WHAT???? TALK!!! YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TALK WHEN YOU DUMPED ME! WHY SHOULD I
LET YOU TALK NOW!!!" Julie screamed at me, her voice echoing off the walls
of the parking garage.

"Julie, I" I tried to speak but it was simply impossible.

"YOU! YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Julie screamed again, pointing the gun at
me again, just a few inches from my forehead. "I'M THE ONE TALKING HERE!"

I put my hands up in apology and didn't speak.

"Good. That's better. Now I don't have to yell," Julie said calmly. This was
like a bad action movie. I hoped it would have a happy ending. She lowered
the gun from my head and took a step back but still held the gun out at arms
length. A part of me wanted to be the hero and jump in and grab the gun from
her but with her willingness to fire off shots, I rejected the idea quickly.

"You know Dean, our relationship is like poor Leonard here," Julie said,
walking over to him. Leonard cringed like a hurt dog as she approached,
closing his eyes in fear of what might happen next.

"It started off young and hot, passion and energy fueling everything we did.
You said it yourself, the sex was great. But all good things must come to an
end right?" Julie said, walking around Leonard slowly in a circle.

"After a while, YOU seemed to think that it was getting old. Out of shape.
Not so much balding like Leonard here, but just...falling apart," Julie
said, running her hand through Leonard's sweat and blood covered hair.

"And then you tell me, 'Julie, it's not working out. It's over." Julie said,
doing a rough male voice in imitation of me. "Well Dean, I'm here tonight to
show you that no matter what tramp you pick up after me," Julie said,
nodding her head towards the cowering Natalie. "I can finish things and make
sure they are over too,"

Her last words were chilling to the bone and I felt myself shudder as she
spoke. But what she did next was something that I couldn't have prepared
for.

Sticking the barrel of the gun to the side of Leonard's head, Julie pulled
the trigger.

The garage echoed again with both the sound of the blast and the screams of
Natalie and I in total shock. Leonard's body fell limply to the ground, his
head making a sickening sound as it hit the pavement.

"See, like Leonard here, I think you and I are finished," Julie said calmly,
holding the gun by her side. "Now, if you and Princess Leia over there will
kindly get into the car, I'd like to go finish this relationship in a place
a little more private,"

Frozen in place mentally, I felt my legs moving of there own accord as I
walked towards the passenger side of the car. I couldn't think straight, all
I saw before me, playing over and over again in my head was Leonard's death.
I got into the car and sat calmly, afraid to move or think or barely even
breath.

Julie had to grab Natalie by the hair to get her to move towards the car.
She was still shaking and began to sob a little as she climbed in. Julie
walked quickly around to the driver's side and got in, the keys already in
the ignition.

Like a bullet we were off and out of the parking garage, the tires of the
car squealing as we pulled out. I managed to glance in the rearview mirror,
seeing for the last time the body of Leonard lying there on the ground.

Driving like a bat out of hell, Julie easily maneuvered around the light
traffic of LA at this time of night. She got on the freeway and headed
towards the mountains. Neither Natalie nor I spoke the entire way, but Julie
managed to blather on and on about anything and everything relating to
herself.

After about 20 minutes on the road, I realized where Julie was headed: My
home. She had been there numerous times and even knew the password to the
gate to let herself in. I wondered silently to myself if she had ever
entered the house when I wasn't at home.

We arrived a few minutes later and I helped Natalie get out of the car, as
her (and my) legs seemed to be made of jelly. Walking around in front of us,
Julie led the way up the long driveway towards my front door. Her back to
me, I knew that if I wanted to keep Natalie and myself alive, I would have
to do something.

Thinking quickly, I remembered the motion sensing lights on the edge of the
driveway. As I continued walking, I bent down quietly and picked out one of
the large stones from my cobble driveway. With Julie just a few yards from
the house, I made my move.

Throwing a little bit behind me, I made sure that the rock I hurled landed
just far enough off for Julie to realize that it was caused by something
other than us. The throw worked like a charm, setting off a bright light
that caught Julie's attention out of the corner of her eye.

Spinning around sharply, Julie looked to see what had set off the sensor.
This was my chance. Running up to her quickly, I dove into her at the waist
and sent Julie flying to the ground, her arms flailing and the gun flying to
the ground. I fell on top of Julie like a sheet, pinning her arms down to
the ground. Fighting me every way she could, I felt her mouth on my arm as
she bit into me hard enough to make me bleed.

I made the mistake of pulling my arm away and that was all it took for her
to get away from me. She scrambled on the ground, trying to get the gun.

Natalie, who had been virtually comatose through this whole situation, had
beaten both of us to it and now held it out in front of her.

Julie and I stopped wrestling on the ground and got up.

"Hand me the gun Natalie," I said, walking towards her. Natalie was shaking
uncontrollably, the gun bouncing up and down in her grip.

"Who the hell is this woman Dean? Why is she kidnapping you? Why did she
kill that poor limo driver?" Natalie screamed, her eyes wide as they darted
back and forth between Julie and me. I walked closer.

"Natalie, just hand me the gun and I will explain," I said as I got closer
to her. Reaching my arm out, Natalie let it into my hand as she dropped her
arm to her side. Now it was Julie's turn to take control, and I felt her
lunge suddenly at the arm that I was now holding the gun in.

What exactly happened next I'm not sure. I spun around on my foot to try and
get away from her but her arms were batting at me from what seemed like
every direction. I held onto the gun, but somehow Julie got right in it's
way and the trigger went off.

Falling backwards to the ground, Julie clutched her shoulder in pain, her
screaming filling the quiet woods around my house.

Walking over to her, I stood above Julie with the gun aimed directly at her
to let her know not to move.

"Natalie, go call 911," I said to her, my eyes never leaving Julie laying
there beneath me writhing in pain.


The police arrived a few minutes later as well as the paramedics who
strapped Julie onto a gurney and loaded her into an ambulance and drove
away.

By the time the police were done with their initial questions, it was 9:00
AM the next morning. I told them where we had been eating and where they
would find Leonard's body. Anything I had said was backed up by Natalie as
we revealed to them what Julie had planned on doing to us.

The front page of Variety as well as the LA Times ran the story about what
happened: "NATALIE PORTMAN AND AGENT KIDNAPPED, ALMOST KILLED". The press
storm was enormous. CNN and all the major news networks converged on my
house and the Greek restaurant area where we had eaten, broadcasting our
"daring tale" around the world. Thankfully for both of our sakes, what
Natalie and I had been doing in the limo never got out.

For the next week or so, life was hectic. Natalie wasn't allowed to go back
home because of the police investigation, so she stayed at my house, never
leaving unless with me. I closed down the office for the week I was gone,
after the fax machine was jammed and broken from the questions and requests
for interviews came pouring in.

Julie had suffered a shattered shoulder and collarbone as a result of the
bullet and was now being treated in the psychiatric ward of LA County
General Hospital. She wasn't going to be released until after her
arraignment and trial hearing for the murder of Leonard Walker and the
attempted murder of Natalie and myself.


After things finally did die down, with the press moving on to the next big
story, Natalie informed me that she would be leaving the next morning.

"So tonight may be the last time I see you, huh?" Natalie said as she packed
her one suitcase she had brought.

"Well, I guess there is always the trial. But that's not what I'm going to
expect to be a fun experience," I remarked to her as I stood in the doorway
and watched her pack.

Natalie walked over to me, looking up and deep into my eyes like she had
before.

"Dean, I wanted to thank you for saving my life. I will never in my life
forget you or the risk you took to save us both from Julie and whatever she
had in store for us," Natalie said.

"Natalie, for you, I'd have taken that bullet that Leonard..." I said,
trailing off.

"I know you would have," Natalie said softly. "That's why I wanted to give
you something I have not given anyone else,"

"What's that?" I asked.

Natalie blushed a little. "I think...you know,"

A light went off in my head and I knew exactly what she meant.

"Oh...well, are you sure you are ready for that?" I said, putting my hands
on her shoulders and giving her the "big brother" look of concern.

"Yes. I wanted to give it to a man who is special and means a lot to me and
who I love. You fit all those categories," Natalie said. She stood on her
tip toes and kissed me lightly on the lips. I realized that this was the
first kiss since the limo and it felt strangely weird.

I returned the kiss and realized that Natalie wanted to do it NOW. Her hands
and arms were wrapped around my back, moving their way up my broad
shoulders.

I moved my arms to the small of her back and held them there, letting my
hands move slowly down to cup Natalie's tight little ass. She broke the kiss
and led me back into my spare bedroom and onto the bed.

Natalie was wearing a dark green t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting
faux-leather pants that seemed to accentuate her tiny, curvy body.

Lifting her shirt off over her head, Natalie revealed to me that she wasn't
wearing a bra. Her small, firm breasts hung proudly on her flawless chest,
her brownish-pink nipples were growing erect already, even though our
foreplay had barely begun!

I was sitting beside her and couldn't resist taking a nipple in my hand and
feeling it rub against my palm. Natalie arched her back in response as she
slowly moved her hand up my chest and began to rub and play with my chest
with her hand. She began to unbutton the shirt I was wearing and slide it
off me, anxious to get me as naked as she was.

I lowered my mouth to Natalie's right breast and licked around her nipple,
teasing her like she teased me back in the car what seemed like ages ago.
Natalie sighed and held my mouth to her chest as I sucked on her breast and
pulled her nipple out some with my teeth to get it nice and hard. I moved my
mouth to the other breast and did the same thing, and quite soon Natalie's
moans began to echo throughout the house.

Moving my head further down her stomach, I tickled Natalie's belly button
with my tongue, causing her to giggle a little. Then I proceeded to unbutton
her tight fitting pants and slowly pull them down off of her legs. Natalie
was wearing a pair of green panties that almost matched her shirt. I could
see a bit of her pubic hair through the fabric and noticed that she was
incredibly weight at my tongue teasing.

Sliding my hand up her thigh, I proceeded to take her snug panties by the
waistband and pull them down her soft young hips. As they slid off of her
leg and landed on the floor, I got a view of Natalie's sex for the first
time.

Covered in soft, delicate brown hair that matched the color of the hair on
her head, Natalie's pussy was small and beautiful, neatly trimmed and very
aroused. I scooted closer to her on the floor and stuck my face right by it,
Natalie parting her legs a little to allow me to do so. She smelled excited
and ready, and I could see some moisture forming on her barely protruding
cunt lips.

With a soft and loving lick, I tasted the inside of her thigh and then moved
my tongue towards the outside area of her hole. Licking her labia and outer
folds, Natalie gasped as I made first contact. I moved a finger up towards
her hole and using the moisture already found on her lips, slowly worked a
finger inside of her.

Natalie threw her head back and moaned as my finger entered into her virgin
channel. I probed around inside of her softly, seeking to open her up a
little wider for what was to come later. With my finger still inside of her,
I focused on getting my tongue deep within her. At first it was slow going
because Natalie would squirm and giggle a little as I got closer and closer
to her sensitive button, but she quickly relaxed and let me do the work, the
pleasurable feeling of an orgasm building inside her already.

When I found her clit, a brownish-pink little nub, I worked like a madman to
tease and pleasure it as much as I could. When my tongue grazed over it the
first time, Natalie closed her legs sharply around my head, barely allowing
me any air to breath. I kept on licking her and soon her legs eased off of
my head as she sat there and let me work my magic. I could feel Natalie's
hands brushing across the top of my hair, or running down the side of my
cheek, as I licked away at her sweet tasting snatch.

I must have hit the right spot when I took her clit between my tongue and
one finger and flicked it rapidly over it, for Natalie cried out
thunderously in instant orgasm, flooding my face with her sweet teenage
juices.

Natalie pushed me aside following her orgasm to catch her breath, but I
wasn't done. I wanted to totally repay her for the unreal blowjob I had
received. I lay Natalie down on the bed and moved my face up to hers. Still
wearing my pants, my cock was straining very hard to get out. Natalie
reached her hand down and cupped it through my pants, but I pushed it away.

"That will come later. For now, I need to help you," I said softly to her.

Slipping my hand back down to her waist, I put two fingers at the entrance
to her cunt and slowly began to work them in. Natalie was well lubricated
and getting them in was no problem, although I think that this was the
biggest thing to be in her so far in her young life.

I felt my fingers go deeper and deeper into her snatch, all the while I kept
my thumb at her entrance to rub her clit around slowly. When I felt my
fingers touch some resistance that could only be her hymen, I slowly started
to pull them out. As I neared the entrance of her pussy however, I began to
thrust my two fingers back and forth into her slowly, making a fucking
motion with them.

Soon, Natalie's hips were rocking back and forth on the bed, setting there
own pace at fucking back on my hand. I leaned down and kissed Natalie's lips
and found she was totally engulfed in the flames of lust as we kissed.
Natalie slid her tongue out of her mouth and broke the kiss, wanting to lick
her own juices off of my face.

My tempo with my hand was getting faster and faster and soon Natalie's firm
young ass was bouncing up and down on the bed as she tried to get more of my
two "magic fingers" inside of her cunt.

Suddenly I felt her body tense some and her legs crisscrossed around my arms
as she had another orgasm. Her juices flooded my hand and trickled down my
arm and onto the bed as she slowed down her feverish thrusting and caught
her breath.

"So, how was that?" I said with a grin.

Natalie, her hair matted on her head with sweat, grinned mischievously at
me.

"That was incredible. But I think I need it. NOW!" Natalie said, spreading
her legs wider for me on the bed.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor and
leaving us both naked now. I climbed onto the bed next to her and rolled
Natalie onto her side as my cock brushed against the outside of her pussy
lips.

"Now just let me guide you. This will hurt for a moment, as you probably
know, but just trust me on this," I said to Natalie as I held her in my
arms, her narrow waist and firm ass pressed against my stomach.

Very slowly with one hand, I rubbed the head of my rock hard 9 inch cock
against her slit, lubing it up with juices. This seemed kind of unneeded
because I already had a dollop of pre-cum forming on the head of my prick.

I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her cunt and Natalie
whimpered in anticipation. I saw her bite down on her lip as she braced for
the brief pain. The head slipped into her easily, as did the first few
inches. Quickly however, I encountered the resistance of her cherry.

I held Natalie tightly against me and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

"Hold on...here we go," I whispered to her.

Moving my hips up hard but gently, I pushed through her cherry. I felt some
tearing as the weak muscle gave way, the final bit of her skin tearing free
as I broke through into her silken channel.

Natalie grunted a little bit at the sharp sting.

"You ok?" I said, as I rubbed my hand over her breast trying to take her
mind off the pain.

"Yea...hurts a little but keep going," Natalie said in reply.

I forced more of my dick into her and felt her inner walls stretch and open
up to accommodate my girth. Soon I had all of my cock inside of her as I
felt it bottom out and hit the back of her pussy wall.

Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her and glanced down at it. It was covered
in a little bit of blood but that soon mingled with our other juices as I
thrust back into her and got a slow and steady tempo going inside of her.

Natalie was starting to enjoy it, and I felt her body rocking back on my
shaft as I moved in and out of her. It wasn't long before I was going at a
much greater speed, and Natalie began to moan softly as we moved in unison.

I reached a hand down towards her hole and spread her pussy lips wide with
two fingers while I worked another in there to tease and play with her clit.
Natalie responded to this with fervor and began to shake violently as she
neared orgasm.

I thrust harder and harder into her tight, wet snatch with every thrust,
causing the bed beneath us to rock harder every time. My balls slapping
against the crack in her ass, I felt Natalie shudder her pussy muscles as
she came on top of my cock.

Her juices flooding out of her pussy, Natalie came down from her orgasm
quickly and worked harder to bring herself towards another.

I figured that she must be tiring of this position so I guided her up onto
her hands and knees as I pulled my cock out of her. Getting her into the
doggy style position, it was easier for both of us. I slowly slid my cock
back into her waiting and expectant hole and began fucking her harder like I
had been. Natalie's small, beautiful breasts swayed back and forth as I
moved in and out of her.

Her hips bucking back against me, the feeling of her cunt was incredible.
She had to have been the tightest woman I had ever fucked, including all the
sluts I banged in high school. Her channel felt like warm silk on my hard
prick, the lining of her pussy squeezing and stretching around me as I
rocked back and forth into her.

Natalie shuddered again, curling up her toes and brining on her fourth
orgasm of the evening. I was nearing the breaking point too, but wanted to
savor the feeling of her pussy for as long as I could.

Lost in lust, Natalie was now simply moaning as our bodies moved like a well
oiled machine. She had gotten the hang of fucking very quickly and, knowing
that I had yet to come, was doing her best to try and get me off.

The final tease that almost made me pass out in pleasure came when Natalie
slid a hand underneath my sack and began to fondle and hold onto my balls as
I pistoned in and out of her. Her hands were something magical and almost
the second they made contact with me, I felt the urge to cum right there.

I held out and pulled out of her Natalie, alerting her that I was going to
cum. I didn't want to risk cumming inside of her unprotected pussy for the
first time, so I began to jack off my cock right above her ass.

My cum came spewing out like a fire hose, shooting all over the small of her
back and onto her ass cheeks, a large bit of it trickling down her crack and
pert asshole and landing on the sheets of the bed.

Having spent a huge load all over her and myself, I collapsed onto the bed
beside her. Natalie too fell over from exhaustion and curled up in my arms,
instantly asleep.

We spent the remainder of the night playing all kinds of sexual games.
Natalie showed me the vibrator she had brought with her (she had got it as a
gag gift from some of her friends) and we shared an experience of mutual
masturbation, as well as a very hot and kinky shower where we got dirtier
than when we had first gotten in!

The night had to end however, and both of us were sad to see it come. I took
Natalie to the airport myself the next morning and we embraced in a long and
passionate kiss before she got on the plane.

"Promise me something Dean," Natalie said, her eyes locked with mine.
"Promise me we will try and make this work as a long distance relationship,"

"I promise," I said, gently kissing her forehead.

Natalie got on the plane and I stayed to watch her go. Though I had said
that I would try and make a long distance relationship work, I really meant
it with Natalie. Sure, I might fool around with other women or celebrities,
and I'm sure she might date some guys, but I knew I would do the best I
could to make sure that Natalie and I stayed together.

Whether or not we would stay together, time would only tell.


CHAPTER 16: Penelope Cruz


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