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Subject: {ASSM} Memoires Of A One Movie Stand p3
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Part Three: Appetizers

 I spent the rest of the day in anticipation of that night and trying
to hide the erection that I couldn't get rid of. I couldn't be
bothered with thoughts of consequences. I hadn't ever thought of
myself as a pedophile before, but the thought that I was going to have
sex with a little girl turned me on even more. My lust for Thirley
consumed me.
  I started dinner shortly before Thirley arrived. Her chauffeur
dropped her off and I told him that I would take Thirley to the set in
the morning. I had barely tipped the driver and closed the door before
Thirley began with total abandon to disrobe. I was afraid the driver
would see her. I turned to see her standing there naked and vulnerable
yet making no effort to hide herself. If she had sent a written
invitation it wouldn't have been any clearer what she wanted. She had
the most marvelous pussy I had ever laid eyes on. Bare and smooth, not
hidden by a tangled mass of dark pubic hair. I was just about to grab
her up in my arms and take her, when she turned and reached down into
her bag. As she bent over she stuck her ass out towards me. Her little
pussy peaked out from between the cheeks of her butt. I was ready to
sneak in through the back door, but she stood up and turned around.
Thirley thrust a book into my face too close to focus on the title and
proclaimed, "I want you to read this to me."
 I was a little confused and began to wonder if I had jumped to
conclusions about her intentions. I looked at the title of the book:
Little Red Ridinghood. " It's my favorite!" Thirley informed.
 "I like the big, hairy wolf!" she said sultrily.
 I walked over and sat down in the easy chair and Thirley hopped onto
my lap. She spread her legs to outsides of mine then leaned back
against my chest. She snuggled her head up against mine and looked up
at me in a kitten like stare. I reached the book around in front of us
and opened it. She reached up with one hand to hold the book so that we
each held one side of the book. I rested my other hand on her thigh and
began to caress it. I started reading and she started rubbing herself
with her free hand. Her breathing got heavier. My breathing got heavier
and my reading got breathy. Thirley reached her hand over and grabbed
my free hand. She moved it between her legs and guided my hand in
masturbating her. We rubbed her clitoris and stroked her pussy lips.
She giggled with delight then let out a panting like moan as she
reached orgasm. Her small fragile body twitched and writhed on my lap.
Her gyrations slowed and she gave me peck on the cheek.
 "That was great!" she said. Then she climbed down slowly off my
lap rubbing against my cock as she did. Afterwards she turned and began
to unzip my slacks. Thirley crammed her hand into underwear and managed
to free my dick form it's confines. She leaned forward, kissed it,
and began to stroke it. With her other hand she cradled my balls. I had
been waiting all day for some relief, so it didn't take long for me
to cum. The first squirt shot onto her hand. Thirley put her hand up to
her mouth and licked it off like it was frosting. Next she leaned
forward and licked my dick like a lollipop. Starting at my balls and
slowly sliding her tongue up my shaft. Another squirt landed on her
lips. She pulled her head back and strings of cum stretched from her
face to my cock. She broke the string and one by one sucked her fingers
clean. Then licked her lips clean. Thirley leaned forward again only
this time she took my sticky cock into her mouth and drank up my
offering.
 I felt like I was going to cum again when I smelt the spaghetti sauce
on the stove. I pulled her head off my dick and she looked up at me
questioningly as she licked her lips and cheeks. "You don't want to
spoil your dinner!" I joked.
 We got up and washed up for dinner. Thirley wouldn't put any clothes
on and insisted that I take my clothes off. I was her willing slave and
didn't question my master. I couldn't say no, to even her wildest
ideas.

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