Filename: WritersCock.txt
Title: Writer's Cock
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MFF, Oral, exhib
Summary: When a writer suffers from writer's block, a gorgeous Aussie starlet gives him more than just a helping hand..

Disclaimer: The following story 
contains sex scenes and rude words. 
It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty 
broad-minded, but the decency laws in 
most states would require it not be 
read by persons under 18. Also, if 
you're offended by adult themes, you 
should probably leave now.

 More importantly, this tale features 
women presented as sexual objects. 
There is nothing wrong with this as 
they are only fictional characters. I 
urge readers, especially young males, 
to not regard real women in this way.

 This work is © 2003 the author. 
Permission is granted to freely 
distribute, provided it is not 
altered in any way. It may not be 
posted to any website or included in 
any archive without the author's 
permission.

 There is no Nicola. All characters 
are fictitious. The situations are 
made-up. This is only a fantasy, and 
any similarity to real persons, 
events & institutions is pure 
coincidence.

 Author's note: This is a "Lost" 
Nicola Adventure, taking place 
between "Bikini Audition" and 
"Shutterbug Starlets". Visit the 
website 
http://www.asstr.org/~knickers .
As well as all the episodes, you'll 
find author's notes, reader feedback, 
and movie reviews.

 Writer's Cock (MFF oral exhib)

"Mr. Spinetti!" cried the young man 
breathlessly as he burst into his 
office. "You gotta help me, I'm 
totally blocked!"

Mr. Spinetti let out a sigh. He'd 
been looking over bodyshots of 
actresses to have audition for his 
next movie. A "bodyshot" is a full-
length photograph of the prospective 
starlet wearing a bikini (or less). 
He thought of them as "appetisers".

"David, please. The movie's called 
'Bikini Stewardesses 2'. It's not 
Shakespeare."

David Rafkin was a nice Jewish kid 
from Pasadena who'd wanted to write 
for the movies. Keen, enthusiastic, 
and talented. The trouble is, these 
kids come out of some writing course 
at UCLA and find themselves working 
for producers like Mr. Spinetti, who 
really only want them to write crap.

"It's the second act turning point," 
David explained, pushing his glasses 
back up to the bridge of his nose. 
"Where Kelly's scheme to save Bikini 
Airways starts to go wrong..."

"It's a titty movie. Just re-write 
'Bikini Stewardesses 1' but with 
Kelly instead of Melissa as the main 
character." Mr. Spinetti tried to 
hide the irritation in his voice, but 
it wasn't easy.

David looked a little shocked. "I 
couldn't do that! It would cheat the 
viewer."

Mr. Spinetti let out a grunt as he 
pushed his ever so slightly 
overweight body away from his desk. 
David's writer's block was a 
situation that needed to be sorted 
out as quickly as possible. Hell, he 
could do with a break anyway. 
Drooling over endless pictures of 
semi-naked babes could be pretty 
gruelling.

A sly smile spread across the 
producer's face.

"David, my boy, have you ever heard 
of a place called... Casa del 
Paradiso?"

"What is that, a bar, a restaurant, a 
club...?"

"I guess you could call it a health 
spa. Out in the desert. Very private 
and very, very exclusive."

"Uh. Well. That's really interesting 
to know, Mr. Spinetti, but there's 
still the problem..."

"Pack your laptop my boy! I think 
it's time we took a little trip 
together, you and me. We'll take your 
car..."

"I drive a Honda."

"...we'll take my car, drive out to 
Casa del Paradiso. A short stay there 
will certainly get your creative 
juices flowing."

With that, Mr. Spinetti swept out of 
his office with the hapless David in 
tow. Clutching his laptop, and 
looking more than a little like a 
Woody Allen character, the young 
writer slipped into the passenger 
seat of Mr. Spinetti's BMW Roadster. 
Soon they were zooming along the 
freeway, heading out of LA.

"There's someone I want you to meet, 
the star of our movie."

David was aghast. "The star? You mean 
you've already cast the lead and I 
haven't even finished the script?"

Mr. Spinetti let out a belly laugh. 
"Real movie-making is a little 
different to what they teach at 
UCLA!"

After a trip lasting several hours, 
they pulled off the interstate and 
drove down a narrow, dusty lane. All 
David could see was a few cacti and 
endless stretches of wasteland. The 
lane ended in a locked gate that 
looked nothing like the luxury resort 
David was expecting. The BMW pulled 
up and Mr. Spinetti produced a key 
card. After whizzing it through the 
swipe-reader, the gate rumbled open.

"Prepare yourself, Davey boy," 
grinned the producer. "You won't find 
anything like this in Pasadena!"

As he looked around at the bare 
desert around him, David was not too 
impressed. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

With a roar the BMW was through the 
gates, and David's jaw dropped as he 
was suddenly transported to another 
world. Where a moment ago he'd seen 
only desert, now all around him was 
lush green gardens. Fountains played, 
sunlight catching the shimmering 
splashes of water as they danced in 
the dry air. Palm trees lined the 
driveway. The fragrant aroma of 
orange trees wafted on the cool 
breezes.

They pulled up in front of a large 
Spanish-style villa, reclining lazily 
in the hot sun. As they got out of 
the Beamer, a cute red-jacketed valet 
girl appeared to park the car. With a 
smile she scooted into the driver's 
seat, and David got his first shock 
of the day.

"Is-is that girl wearing pants?" he 
asked. Mr. Spinetti laughed and 
dragged him up the front steps.

The reception looked like something 
out of a fancy hotel. Potted palms 
gave David the feeling of being in a 
tropical paradise, but not as much as 
the beautiful black girl behind the 
desk. The skimpy white bikini she was 
wearing accentuated her ebony skin 
very nicely. As Mr. Spinetti and 
David entered she greeted them with a 
cheery smile.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Spinetti! It's 
good to see you again." She turned to 
David. "And who is your guest?"

"Bianca, this is David Rafkin. He's 
the writer on my latest project."

Bianca arched her eyebrows. "A writer 
in Casa del Paradiso? Well, I guess 
there's a first time for everything."

But David didn't hear this subtle 
hint at the brutal truth that writers 
were well down the Hollywood food 
chain. His hungry gaze travelled down 
from Bianca's face to her perky 
breasts straining against the tight 
confines of her tiny bikini top. He 
lingered on the sight of those 
gorgeous tits before sliding down her 
smooth stomach, glistening enticingly 
with oil.

"Is Knickers available?" Mr. Spinetti 
asked the dusky maiden.

"She's by the pool, sir."

"Thank-you my dear." Off they went 
again, Mr. Spinetti dragging the 
hapless writer behind him and he 
goggled at the sights around him.

"She's gorgeous!" hissed David.

"Bianca? Yeah, she's a cute kid." Mr. 
Spinetti had that sly smile again, 
which David was quickly learning 
meant he was in for another big 
surprise. "But if you think she's 
hot, wait until you see the girl 
we're really here to meet."

The bottom-less valet girl, Bianca... 
"What is this place?" gasped David in 
disbelief.

"Casa del Paradiso is a sort of an 
oasis for movie producers and 
actresses. A lot of business gets 
done here, sometimes it's the first 
part of the casting process. Marilyn 
Monroe and Cameron Diaz both owe 
their careers to this place."

They made their way through a marble 
archway into an open courtyard 
surrounding a sparkling blue swimming 
pool. Casa del Paradiso was certainly 
quiet, the place seemed utterly 
deserted.

Well, almost deserted.

Reclining on a sun-lounger was the 
most attractive girl David had ever 
seen. Her beauty was enhanced all the 
more by the fact that, apart from a 
pair of sunglasses, she was 
completely naked. She had long, 
chestnut coloured hair that billowed 
out around her head. Her breasts were 
full and, even though she was lying 
on her back, stood out proudly from 
her chest. Her nipples were pink and 
puckered, as if begging David to get 
down on his hands and knees and 
suckle on them. Her body was well 
toned, smooth and evenly tanned all 
over. Her muff was a neatly trimmed 
stripe of hair that rode her mound 
like a furry caterpillar.

As they approached, the girl waved to 
them, setting her tremendous boobs 
jiggling. "Hi, Mr. Spinetti!"

"David Rafkin, meet Nicola Baron."

David's mouth was frozen in the open 
position. She stood up from the sun-
lounger and pushed the glasses back 
up onto her forehead. Her baby-blue 
eyes sparkling, Nicola said, "Hello 
David, it's a pleasure to meet you." 
She had a deep, sexy Australian 
accent. Even in her bare feet, the 
starlet stood a full-head higher than 
the diminutive writer, and as her 
cool, smooth hand folded around his 
sweaty paw, David found himself 
staring at those magnificent bare 
boobs.

"David here is the writer on 'Bikini 
Stewardesses 2'," said Mr. Spinetti.

"Oh, wow, that is soooo cool!" 
squealed Nicola in delight. David 
only half-heard her, his drooling 
gaze was still firmly plastered to 
Nicola's heaving bosom.

A smirk crossed her pretty lips. 
"Enjoying the view?" she asked.

David shook himself out of the daze, 
blushing profusely. "I'm s-sorry, I 
was..."

Nicola burst out laughter. "It's OK, 
here." She cupped her boobs, pushing 
them forward for his inspection. "I 
don't mind you having a good look."

And look he did. Despite being 23, 
David's sex-life hadn't been terribly 
exciting up to this point. He 
certainly hadn't been invited to ogle 
a gorgeous, naked gentile chick 
before.

"I hope you're writing plenty of sexy 
scenes for me to show these off," 
Nicola cooed.

"Well, that's the problem," said Mr. 
Spinetti. "It seems David has a 
little case of writer's block. I was 
thinking that maybe you could help 
him overcome it."

"Sure!" she said in her perky 
Australian voice. She slipped her 
arms around David and sat him down in 
the sun-lounger. Before David knew 
what was going on, the nude starlet 
was kneeling between his legs and 
undoing his pants. Mr. Spinetti 
grinned. "I'll leave you to it," he 
said and made his exit.

"W-what are you doing?" asked a wide-
eyed David as Nicola finished tugging 
his trousers down to his ankles and 
started on his shorts.

"Just helping you to relax. That's 
what Casa del Paradiso is all about, 
relaxing." A moment later, his cock, 
hot and red with desire, popped into 
the dry desert air.

"Ooooh," said Nicola, licking her 
lips. She wrapped her elegant, well-
manicured hands around David's 
throbbing dick. "Circumcised. I just 
loooove a nice shiny helmet."

Things were moving way too fast for 
David to take them all in. Nicola's 
tongue flicked out, slithering across 
the sensitive tip of his penis, 
causing him to shiver in utter 
pleasure.

"We can't do this right here!" he 
cried. But Nicola apparently didn't 
hear him. With a gulp his manhood 
disappeared between her eager lips, 
brushing deliciously against her 
pearly-white teeth.

David convulsed in pleasure as 
Nicola's velvet-smooth mouth went to 
work on him. Sliding up and down his 
cock, Nicola eagerly fucked her face 
on the writer's cock, bringing the 
young Jewish man to undreamt-of 
heights of pleasure.

Suddenly, as Nicola continued to 
suckle on his dick, David heard the 
distinctive tapping of high-heels 
approaching. Alarmed, he looked up to 
see Bianca wending her way around the 
pool, carrying a tray upon which say 
a brightly coloured cocktail.

"Mr. Spinetti thought you might care 
for a Pena Colada." She bent over, 
offering him the refreshment and a 
damn good look at her tits at the 
same time. She seemed totally unfazed 
by the fact that there was a gorgeous 
brunette between his legs giving him 
a blowjob, almost as if that sort of 
thing went on all the time at Casa 
del Paradiso (which, David belated 
realised, was probably the case).

Realising he was thirsty, David 
reached for the drink. Bianca moved 
behind him and gently began to 
massage his shoulders.

"You'll enjoy this, " she murmured in 
his ear. "Knickers gives really great 
head."

Nicola paused, disengaging her lips 
from David's dick. "Oh, stop it," she 
playfully admonished the black 
stunner.

Bianca picked up David's laptop. 
"Perhaps we should go up to one of 
the rooms? A lot more comfortable up 
there."

David just nodded dumbly. He yanked 
up his shorts (struggling to get the 
waistband over his rampant cock) and 
Nicola took him by the hand. With the 
two gorgeous girls hanging off his 
arms, the young writer allowed 
himself to be led through the 
courtyards and paths of the secluded 
Casa del Paradiso.

But he had little interest in the 
gardens, the fountains, the Spanish 
colonial architecture. All he was 
aware of was the gentle touch of 
their hands on her arms, the musky 
aroma of their perfume which 
suggested not so much flowers or 
forests but dripping wet cunt.

And on the short trip, David never 
saw another soul. Even Mr. Spinetti 
seemed to have disappeared. It was 
almost as if the whole resort was 
deserted except for himself, Nicola 
and Bianca.

"Here we are," said Bianca 
cheerfully, pushing open the door to 
a bungalow marked '777'. His tongue 
hanging out, David entered eagerly. 
Nicola flounced down on the bed, her 
naked body glistening with a slight 
sheen of sweat. She eyed him up 
hungrily, licking her ruby-red lips. 
It was a waterbed, and its undulating 
motions caused the Aussie starlet's 
bare boobs to jiggle enticingly.

Bianca put the laptop down on the 
dresser. Cat-like, she stretched her 
lithe, near-naked body, posing for 
David's delectation.

"David, honey," purred the dusky 
maiden, "can you be a dear and help 
me off with my bikini?"

"Sure!" he cried, trying to sound 
nonchalant, but his horny desperation 
was pretty obvious. His shaking hands 
fiddled with the knots on Bianca's 
bikini top, but despite his fumblings 
it came away easily (probably because 
it had been tied to facilitate such 
easy access to the hostess's assets).

The skimpy white strip of cloth fell 
away, revealing Bianca's tits in all 
their glory. Her nipples were dark 
little nubs of chocolate, standing to 
attention. David drooled at the 
sight.

Bianca wiggled her ass at him. 
"Bottoms next, please."

Again, his hands fiddled at the 
knots. Bianca's bikini bottoms 
resisted his feverish attack for a 
few seconds, before it too fell 
apart. She let it slide, unwanted, 
down her shapely legs before kicking 
it into a corner of the room.

With a smile, Bianca turned, letting 
David get a good, long look at her 
nude body, which he'd been seeing 
tantalising glimpses so far. He 
feasted his eyes upon the well-
groomed strip of soft hair that 
framed her jet-black pussy lips. His 
cock was practically struggling to 
free itself from his pants. 

Giggling, Nicola saw the difficulty 
David was having. Once again, she 
went to work and in a trice his pants 
were off again, and this time for 
good. He shucked off his shirt as 
well, and with a whoop, threw himself 
on the bed next to the Aussie 
starlet.

David let his hands do the talking, 
wandering freely over Nicola's 
wriggling body. First on the menu 
were those fabulous, mouth-watering 
tits. David groped Nicola's tits, 
squeezing them like a pair of ripe 
melons. Nicola certainly enjoyed the 
attention lavished upon her chesty 
charms, cooing excitedly.

Bianca joined them on the bed, and 
David found himself sandwiched 
between two gorgeous, naked babes, 
the pair of them slithering against 
his body. The black girl's delicate 
hands wrapped around his cock, 
pumping him with firm strokes. David 
let out a groan of sheer delight. He 
lay back, enjoying the amazing 
sensations coursing through his body.

Two heads, one black the other 
brunette, converged on David's crotch 
and the girls set about giving him a 
double helping of head. Nicola's 
velvety tongue slurped across his 
quivering shaft, while Bianca 
contented herself to sucking on his 
balls. Whenever their mouths met, 
their tongues would, battling it out 
on the battlefield of David's dick.

The writer smiled to himself as he 
looked down at the pair of eager 
beavers. They were making out now, 
kissing enthusiastically, while 
David's prick bounced between 
Nicola's chin and Bianca's cheek. The 
sight of the two girls sucking on 
each other's tongues was sure a sight 
to behold. They were working 
themselves up into a frenzy, moaning 
in ecstasy, tongues lashing out at 
anything in licking range. Nicola's 
hand joined the melee, jerking off 
David's twitching dick.

David's mind began to work. Somewhere 
in the back of his brain, while the 
rest of him was enjoying the blowjob, 
gears where turning.

Nicola's mouth engulfed his prick, 
slurping down his length with a 
wonderfully obscene sucking noise. 
Her soft blue eyes looked up at him 
with utter desire.

David felt an orgasm building deep 
inside his balls, an orgasm the likes 
of which he'd never had before.

Nicola's mouth pistoned up and down 
his dick with increasing speed. With 
every delicious stroke, David's hips 
bucked in response, and he was 
literally fucking the starlet's 
pretty face.

Suddenly, inspiration struck him.

"Eureka!" David cried, startling the 
girls.

A moment later he came, spurting cum 
into Nicola's mouth. She swallowed 
two mouthfuls of David's spunk before 
disengaging her lips from his cock. 
But David wasn't finished, his 
spasming dick squirted in all 
directions, splashing liberally over 
the bed, the ceiling, but most of all 
the faces of Nicola and Bianca.

Spent, he collapsed backwards.

"My laptop!" he gasped. "Quickly!"

**********

Mr. Spinetti finished up his bourbon. 
It had been over an hour, plenty of 
time for Knickers to work her magic.

"Same again, Mr. S?" asked the buxom 
topless serving wench. She leant 
forward on her elbows, her massive 
jugs brushing against the top of the 
bar.

"Sorry Muffy," he replied. "Back to 
the salt mines."

Muffy shrugged her shoulders, 
bouncing her hefty boobs in the 
process. Mr. Spinetti paused as he 
stood up, enjoying the exquisite 
view. Sometimes he was amazed that no 
matter how many naked starlets he 
saw, he never got tired of looking at 
a fine rack like Muffy's.

Mr. Spinetti made his way through the 
marble halls of Casa del Paradiso. He 
passed through reception, just in 
time to see Bianca return to her 
post. She was just tying her bikini 
bottoms back on, and Mr. Spinetti 
caught a glimpse of her jet-black 
muff as it disappeared behind the 
miniscule thong.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Knickers is just finishing up with 
him now," Bianca replied. "I think 
it's safe to say that there is one 
very happy writer in room 777."

Mr. Spinetti gave a satisfied smile. 
With a spring in his step he wended 
his way out through the fragrant 
gardens of the exclusive resort, out 
to bungalow 777, entering without 
knocking first.

It was quite a sight that greeted 
him. Nicola was lying on the bed, the 
gorgeous model sprawled on her back 
like she was posing for a Playboy 
spread. Of course, she was still 
naked and languidly helping herself 
to a bunch of grapes.

Between her splayed legs was David, 
his laptop balanced atop Nicola's 
well-toned stomach. The writer was 
sitting at his improvised writing 
desk, typing away furiously.

"Well?" Mr. Spinetti asked.

"Crisis averted," Nicola replied up 
at him upside-down.

"I had a brainwave," David explained 
breathlessly, his fingers flying. "In 
Act 2, Nicola has to stop the FAA 
inspector from finding out that she 
repaired the sabotage to the plane 
with her own bikini top."

Mr. Spinetti nodded. It was 
essentially the same plot as 'Bikini 
Stewardesses 1'.

"Now I had this idea- what if the FAA 
inspector is a woman? And Nicola 
seduces her before she can spot the 
violation?"

Not exactly a stroke of genius, 
thought Mr. Spinetti, but it got 
David back to work.

"And so we have this super-hot 
lesbian fuck fest in the cargo hold 
of the plane!" David added excitedly. 
Then he stopped, frowned.

"Uh, Nicola, you don't have a problem 
playing out a sex scene with another 
woman, do you?"

The starlet shrugged. "Just as long 
as she's hot."

"Oh, she'll be hot alright," said Mr. 
Spinetti. Hmm... Nicola and Bianca 
made a pretty good team. He wondered 
if the stunning black beauty was 
interested in an acting job?

"Well, thanks Knickers," Mr. Spinetti 
beamed. "You deserve a little bonus 
for this."

"No worries, mate," Nicola replied. 
"You know me, I'm always ready to 
help out with writer's cock."

Mr. Spinetti raised an eyebrow. 
Startled, David stopped typing.

"Opps," Nicola giggled. "I mean 
writer's *block*."

END

