Perverts 'R' Us

It Happened One Night

By The Purvv ( M/F, F/F, cons, bi, cheat, group, oral )

As many of my readers know, I wrote almost all of my stories during a short 4-5 month interval about three years ago. Over 50 of them were completed, while another 20 or so sat unfinished on my hard drive because I seemed to be suffering from some sort of burn-out. During the last month or so, I've managed to begin working and finishing some of them. At the same time, I realized that there are two TRUE stories that I've never told, for reasons that should be obvious to the readers.

One of those I never even started to write, until now. At one time I felt that it was too explosive for the girl in question, but now, as I not think back, I realize that this incident was close to 20 years ago, and it's probably my only connection with fame. I don't feel any need to protect her anymore, even if anyone was able to figure out who it is that I'm writing about.

I've never been one to kiss and tell, but because this happened so long ago and I do have an ego, I've decided to write about the night of my most fascinating one nightstand. Further I never brag about myself but a bit of braggadocio is needed here for the reader to understand why I was the chosen one.

It was about 1988 and I think she had just finished filming another movie. She was among the top female drawers at the time. She was married to a big time director. I'm not sure of her age but she was probably under 30 and could even be taken to be in her teens. Maybe I'm prejudiced, but I happen to believe that she was by far the prettiest actress up until that time, and although I don't know many of the newer ones, I'm guessing that she just might be THE PRETTIEST OF THEM ALL!

In was on a weeknight when I visited an 'in-spot' in Manhattan. I didn't go there too often as I was recently married. However, I have to say that although I was a nobody, as far as young guys go, I was as good looking as any at the time, and when I went I usually 'scored'.

About 9:30 PM, I noticed some of the customers whispering and indicating in different ways that a celebrity was in the house. I was at the bar and I allowed my eyes to follow the buzz. When I finally saw her, she was standing and dancing in the middle of the floor. I couldn't make out if she was with someone or just in a group type dance. As the dance ended, I was able to see which direction that she was heading and my eyes followed her to her table, where a huge bodyguard-type stood in dark suit and sunglasses.

What happened in the next hour or so had happened to me a couple of times before but never with some girl that I didn't even know, nor even met. And it was not only that we eventually ended up together that made this so memorial, it was also the way things evolved, how unbelievable it all was, yet how true. Every once in a while I would glance over at the table, as did just about everyone else in the place at one time or another. It wasn't that I was being rude, but her beauty certainly held a magnetism that I had never, before or after, experienced.

It was about 15 minutes after I first noticed her that, while I was looking at her, she raised her face and looked back towards me. We were about forty feet apart but our eyes met and held. I've been told that it is my eyes that hold a special magnetism. I never understood what that meant until that night. From the moment our eyes met I wasn't able to stop looking back to hers, no matter how much I tried. Now I knew what magnetism of the eyes meant. Hers kept pulling me back.

After that, the looks were constant. As I said, I've more than had my share of girls. Indeed, I've been able to bed a few of my friends' wives simply by staring at them as a night wore on; but this wasn't someone I knew. Not only that, but this was one of the most famous stars of the time. Yet I started to sense that no matter how innocent she looked, she might be touchable.

During the hour she occasionally got up to dance. I never got up the courage to go over by her to ask her; however, each time she returned to her seat our eyes would look into each others.

About 10:15 p.m., there seemed to be some sort of a disagreement between she and her bodyguard. I could tell that she was angered and flushed and he kept shaking his head as if in disagreement with her. I saw her look over at me and then he turned. I turned away, not knowing what might be happening. To be honest, I suspected that she was complaining to him about my staring.

When I glanced again he was walking toward me and my heart started racing. I didn't have too much time to contemplate what was happening and I was too scared to run away, but I was sure that he was coming to threaten me…I hoped not physically. Heads were turning and following this baby giant.

Surprisingly, I wasn't shaking as he reached my table. I continued to sit and suddenly my face was looking up in a 90 degree angle.

"Here," was all he said as he dropped an envelope on the table, and then turned and walked back toward her.

I looked down and saw that the envelope had the insignia of the bar, undoubtedly given to her at her request. I picked it up, feeling that something moved from side to side within. It wasn't even sealed; the flap was simply folded inside. I opened it and to my surprise I saw a key and a sheet of paper. Trying to be discreet, I left the key alone and removed the paper, which I opened. It was a note, signed by her, which I still have to this day.

[She signed it with her first name, which I'd rather not divulge.]

When next I looked at her, the bodyguard was again alongside her table and she was again looking over to me. As unbelievable as this whole situation was, it was really happening. She was waiting for me to respond. I don't know what it would have taken for me to say no, but that was never going to happen. I didn't know if this was some sort of an elaborate joke, but somehow I didn't believe it was. I honestly felt that this beauty wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I placed the envelope in my jacket as my answer and saw a glimmer of that wonderful childish smile that she was famous for, play about her mouth. I then waited less than five minutes before I moved. By then I felt that any onlookers had since looked away from me. I paid my bill, headed out into the summer night, and hailed a taxi. I gave the name of the hotel that was on the key that I now took from the envelope.

Needless to say I was terribly uncomfortable from that point on. I almost felt like I was sneaking into the place as I nervously passed the desk and hurried to the elevator. I didn't think that if this was all real that she would want me to be advertising that I was there, so I hoped that the key would be the guide to her room.

Room, did I say??? A suite befitting her fame is what greeted me as I nervously opened the door, not knowing if I'd find it empty or another protector inside. It was empty with the lights low.

I was in a luxurious living room, not knowing what I was supposed to do. I sat on the couch and waited. Needless to say that all kinds of things went through my head; thoughts that maybe this was a hoax or a Candid Camera thing being sprung on me; or maybe even some sick Hollywood thing that would end in a beating or worse for me.

I almost 'chickened out' during the wait, which seemed like hours, although it was only 20 minutes or so.

Then I heard the key in the door, and upon hearing that I stood. A last flash of fear passed through my head as I wondered if maybe the bodyguard would walk in. He didn't.

It was her - - and only her! I had only seen one of her movies and like most Americans I had been bemused at her beauty. She was famous for her child-like innocence looks with her soft and sexy, yet almost child-like voice.

In person she was even more awesome looking. She stood about 5'3", with her beautiful face framed by those famous light brown perm-type curls. Her dreamy blue eyes were staring again at me as she whispered, "Hi."

I couldn't get enough of her with my eyes. She was actually wearing a dress. It was brown and that had thin straps at the shoulder. There was also a sheer brown shawl-like covering over her shoulders.

I must have swallowed a dozen times before I whispered something like, "My god…you are real, aren't you?"

Finally, I saw for the first time, that wonderful smile that she was famous for. Almost seeming embarrassed, she nodded her head.

"And…this…We are real?" I managed to whisper.

Her eyes raised to mine and held for a long time. Finally she nodded and softly said, "For tonight only…"

I managed the courage to walk toward her as she did the same to me. As we met in the middle of the room, we stood front to front, not touching. I looked down into her angelic face, both of us were breathing abnormally. I moved my hands up to her shawl and took it daintily in my fingers. Our eyes held as I took it off her slender shoulders and let it fall somewhere to the floor.

At that time we both knew this was going to be a night of love. Her lips were quivering. Her eyes were racing to and fro on mine. She was a child about to do something that she was afraid and knew she'd be sorry for doing, yet she was also a woman who needed fulfillment! I honestly believed that this was the first time that she was about to do such a thing; cheating on her husband. Her face displayed a myriad of emotions: innocence, lust, demure, sexy.

I moved my hands behind her back and lowered my lips to meet her. At their touch her reaction was as if she were gripped by a demon and her mouth immediately opened on mine and she seemed to want to devour me. Her hands moved swiftly to the back of my head, pulling me into her hard, and her tongue pushed eagerly into my mouth.

As our mouths began to work hotly on one another we both pushed out bodies into one another. There was no doubt that I was as eager as I'd ever been but to my total surprise she was just as frantic. Moans and groans were continuously coming from each of our throats and she was pushing every inch of her being into me. Her mouth actually began to bite at mine. I had never had someone so hungry for sex.

Suddenly I felt her pushing her face away from mine and when I withdrew she then pushed her body back from me. Taking my hand she almost pulled me into the bedroom and as soon as we were inside she released my hand so that she could go to the end table and turn the lamp to dim.

Then we were staring at each other. Our breathing was doubled its normal. I couldn't believe the total transformation that had come over her. She looked as if she had been denied sex all of her life and now was about to experience it for the first time. She was hungry!!!

"Hurry; take that stuff off. Do…Make me a slut tonight…A real slut!!!" she whispered, hoarsely, as I fumbled with my clothes. I watched in awe as she pulled her dress over her head, and then hurried at a quickened pace to remove her shoes, bra and stockings. She was left with only her panties on and watched me as I hurriedly removed everything, including my shorts.

I saw her eyes home in on my cock and it twitched just from seeing her looking at it.

Satisfied at what she saw and what we were doing, she put her thumbs into the top of her panties. I swallowed as she pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them. Then she stood again. I looked her body over and it was nothing like you would expect of a Hollywood princess and everything that you would expect of a High School sophomore: small but terribly exciting looking breasts, with nipples protruding and hard. Her hips were not the flared exotic hips, but instead again as if they were the possession of a young teen.

That body, along with that innocent beauty of her face, was the most captivating sight that I will ever be faced with. She stood alongside the bed and whispered, "Come get your slut!"

I don't know how I managed to not jump her on the spot, I don't know, but I seemed to realize that she was giving herself to me for one huge fantasy of hers and I was determined not to spoil it for her. I walked over until we were once again facing each other.

Then as I again bent down to kiss her she suddenly rushed up with her hands to pull my head downward so that she could hungrily swallow my mouth again.

"MMMMMMMnnnnnhhhh," she moaned as our mouths merged and our naked bodies ground against one another.

As I pushed into her she lowered her hands onto my back and pulled me along as she backed into the bed and then fell back, pulling me after her. My left hand went to her back and my right hand moved over the flesh of her smallish taut breast. At the same time my mouth was working as feverishly against hers as hers was against mine.

We were grinding ourselves into each other and groaning with intensity. I was squeezing her breast and she was digging her hands into my back. Her lithe body was writhing beneath me as I was simply fucking her body with mine, my cock just fucking any of her flesh that it came in contact with.

Suddenly she pulled her mouth from mine and her whole body seemed to freeze on the spot, almost forcing me to totally stop too.

"I want to be a slut!!!" she whispered as she pushed away from me and backed up totally onto the bed. As I hurried to come to her she turned onto her stomach. "Do I have a nice slut's ass?"

I stopped in place. This wasn't like anything that I had ever done or anything that I had in mind. She wanted her ass to be done. I had never done that. Yet looking at her my cock was throbbing. This was where she didn't look like a sophomore. She had a perfect ass! I guess that I enjoy looking at a great ass more than anything else, and here was flesh as round and as well shaped as god had ever made. Even the crack running down from her back seemed to be parted and in need of being touched. After a moment, I eagerly reached out to touch that round ass-flesh. Placing my hand about a globe of flesh I gently squeezed. As I did so I heard a groan come from deep within her chest and I saw her hands grip at the blanket at each side of her head.

"Make me a slut!!!!"

I couldn't believe it. She actually wanted to be fucked in the ass; that beautiful ass!!! Hungrily I then moved both of my hands on those globes and began to massage her hot flesh.

"You are a slut!!!" I whispered. "Just like any slut, you want your ass fucked…"

"Noooooo," she whispered, but I could see as she gripped the blanket tighter at my words, that was exactly what she wanted.

"Yes you do…and I'm going to do it…..Put my cock up your ass…"

"Mmmmmmmnnnnnnngggggg," I swear with that groan that she came. This anal thing was turning her on totally.

With my left hand I moved my fingers over her waist to the small of her back, and then over to her waist again; rubbing the side of her tit and then moving down to her hip and sliding under to rub her belly; and moving toward her pussy, before pulling back and starting the cycle all over again. At the same time my right hand gently moved to the crack of beauty's ass, allowing my fingers to move up and down within the confines.

She was actually fucking the bed at that point, saying, "Don't do that …Please….Not there…"

This girl wanted her ass pillaged! With my fingers moving within her crack I bent down and kissed her ass-cheek. Usually the act of sex clouds my mind so much that I don't know if I 'm with a beauty or a beast, but I was totally aware of who my partner was at that point, and it was my sole desire to enjoy this to the fullest, for I knew that this would be my only time with her.

I began licking her ass - - something that would have repulsed me with any other girl, but was having just the opposite affect on me with her. I could taste her salt tinted flesh, mixed with the aroma of an awesome perfume, while at the same time my senses were absorbing this woman's pussy aromas.

Almost without thinking I began to work her ass more frantically, my licking giving way to little bites and kisses as I moved my mouth toward the crack!!! Yes I was going to eat her ass out!!!!

Suddenly, my left hand on her hip was pulling at her, telling her to rise to her knees, which she obeyed. As soon as she did so, that hand moved to her crack and then both hands were holding that crack open at the area of her tiny hole, the hole that wanted dick. Instead, my mouth needed to taste her more than she needed to be fucked. I pushed my face into her as forcefully as I could so that I could move my mouth to her hole. My tongue then eagerly pushed forward, making a small entrance into her asshole.

The wild groan that came from her as she buried her face onto a pillow, sounded as hot as any I've ever heard. I started to fuck her asshole with my tongue, struggling to taste her goodness within the tight confines. God, I was so horny!

"Fuck it!!!! Please, fuck this slut!!! Up the ass!!!!" she pleaded as her head shifted from one side to another. Then, as I tried to keep my mouth upon her she shifted and crawled a bit to the night table and with trembling hands she reached in. The first thing that she pulled out was some sort of a dildo, which she dropped on the floor as she continued to feel around, finally coming out with a bottle of clear liquid. "Fuck my ass!!!!" she demanded as she handed me the bottle.

She remained on her knees and continued muttering her verbal encouragement and instructions as I oiled her ass with that liquid. Then when I felt that she was saturated enough I moved behind her raised ass.

Moving the head of my cock into her crack I tried to find the bud. Then to my surprise I felt her hands touching me and guiding me. I pushed.

"Noooo, don't…." she cried, but I knew now that she didn't mean that at all.

I pushed.

"AHHHHHH." It was obviously hurting her because it wouldn't go in. My cock is not so big as much as her asshole was so tight. I guessed that this was the first time that she ever did this.

I paused momentarily and then pushed again, this time with more force, and I felt myself begin to enter the terribly tight confines.

"Oh no, don't. Please, don't - - Not there… DON"T!" Again that cry of feigned rape.

Then I was sliding into her hole, tight but slippery.

"Ahhhhh…..oooo…..mmmmm," she groaned. "It's okay daddy, do me daddy, do me…"

Either she wanted her father to fuck her up the ass or he had done so and she wanted to reenact it. As soon as I reached her depths, I paused. My cock was planted deep within the movie star's ass; the one girl in Hollywood that I would have believed to be an innocent.

With my prick inside her I suddenly felt other movement and realized that she had reached down to her pussy and was working on it with her fingers.

"Fuck me daddy, fuck my ass!!!!! Oh no, don't daddy….don't!!!!"

She became incoherent as I pulled the length of my cock back, almost all the way out and then pushing it back inside her asshole, which she somehow was managing to tighten and loosen about my throbbing cock. I was fucking her, but she was fucking too; with her inner muscles.

With all the stories of drug induced or alcohol induced excitement, this girl was simply totally turned on with lust. I was fucking her up the ass with abandon and she couldn't get enough. She was pushing back at my every thrust. She may have hated the thought of being ass fucked but she loved the act itself. She was squirming about and groaning, the excitement from her own fingers and my cock bringing her to the boil.

I'm not sure if she was even aware that I poured my juices into her, because she was so mentally out of it from the spasms exploding within her body.

Epilogue

As soon as I pulled out and rolled off her, she went into the shower. When she came out it was as if she was a completely different person. Sadly, for me, she had had her kinky fantasy filled and I was of no further use to her. It was pretty obvious to me that she wanted me to leave without doing anything more.

Author's note: I apologize to the actress for my telling this story but I think that I've managed to keep her identity safe.

The End