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10-25-2007, 03:25 PM
THE COMPLEX
Episode One: Alyssa Milano (MF, cons, oral, anal, slut)
by LOKI (rumblebee45@hotmail.com)
Author's Note: This is a story of fiction and is here for entertainment purposes only. This story in no way depicts the true sexual behavior of the celebrity written about within. As always, I encourage all feedback. Speaking of feedback, I would appreciate it if more of you out there would e-mail me with your comments, good or bad. It makes me feel good if I know that more people are actually reading these stories. If I'm lucky, I'll get a total of two e-mails with every story. If more people would give me feedback, then it would help motivate me to write more. Please try to be specific, stating your likes and dislikes with the story, and why. That's all I ask. You'd be doing me a favor. If you're at all interested, you can read my other work, THE LONG WEEKEND series, which you can also find on this site. Thank you and enjoy.
Ep. 1: Alyssa Milano
The weather was changing. It had been raining buckets off and on for the past four days. It was good to finally see the sun again. The season was changing as well. It was getting warmer. The beginning of May, and the summer was already well on its way. It seemed as though everything in my life was changing, some for the better, and some for the worst. The good news was that I had only been out of a job for no more than a week. The bad news was I had no idea what this new endeavor was going to be like.
The ad in the paper was small, so small in fact, that if I'd blinked I would've missed it. It was only by accident that I had stumbled across it. My soda I was drinking in the local diner had been sitting on the newspaper for quite a while before I'd moved it. It left a ring of condensation around an otherwise unnoticeable advertisment. Taking it for some kind of sign, and considering I had nothing to lose, I read it.
What did I know about looking after an apartment complex? I was in no way Mr. Fix-It. Christ, the only thing I could manage was my old school VCR, and that's only because I'd had it for the better part of seven years. However, the ad did say the pay was good and I would be required to stay in one of the apartments for next to nothing, so I figured it couldn't hurt to at least check it out. The worst that could happen is they say no and I'd just have to keep looking.
The building was an old fashioned brownstone. It stood strong. Whoever owned the place had put lots of money into it. I was expecting a run down slum of a place, but it was definitely of high quality. It's a shame they don't make them like that anymore. I went inside to the front office. It looked like the office of a private eye. Lots of polished oak, dim lighting, and a ceiling fan that gave off a faint, soothing wooshing sound. No one was around. I called out to the back room that seemed occupied.
"Hello? I've come about the ad."
"Yeah, have a seat. I'll be right with you." A woman's voice responded.
I sat down in the old, wooden chair and looked across the desk to a tall, black leather chair. It looked ten times more comfortable. The ad in the paper had said to ask for Alyssa. Judging by the look of this building, I expected someone just as aged. What I got was quite a surprise.
A young woman emerged from the back room. She had short, brown wavy hair. Her figure was like that of the Venus De Milo but you know, with arms. She wore casual attire, very casual. A loose pair of denim shorts, and I do mean shorts, hugged her curvacious hips while a gray T-shirt strained against her ample breasts. I had to do a double take before it finally hit me that it was in fact Alyssa Milano. Unable to hide my excitement, a big, stupid grin grew on my face.
"Oh, so that's why the ad didn't give a last name." I beamed.
"So, I take it you know who I am?" she asked.
"I should," I replied, "I grew up watching you on TV. Hi, I'm John McDermott."
We shook hands and she sat down in the big, leather chair. It made her look small by comparison. She propped her feet up, which were barefoot, on the desk and wiggled her toes at me in a seemingly playful manner. Her nails were painted bright pink. With the grey suit I had on, I was feeling very overdressed for this particular meeting.
"You know," she said, "you're the first person to apply for this job, and I put that ad in two weeks ago."
"I'll be straight with you," I told her, "I'm probably the least qualified for it."
She proceeded to explain to me that she bought the building in order to provide other celebrities with a place to live in privacy, away from sneaky photographers, and even sneakier, obsessed fans. All I had to do was collect rent at the end of every other month, and call the right people whenever something needed fixing. When I asked her why she didn't hire someone famous, she told me that she needed someone who could look after the place full time. Since I was able to talk to her like a human being when she entered the room, I basically got the job. She asked me to move in as soon as possible and to meet her back here for some celebratory drinking.
Later, after the sun had gone down, I had some moving men move all my belongings, which wasn't much, into the place next door to the office. Wearing jeans and a Hooters T-shirt, and carrying six long necks, I met up with Alyssa in the office. She was wearing the same thing from earlier, which was good since she looked pretty damn hot in it. We talked and drank for a good couple of hours, splitting the drinks evenly between us. She was halfway through her last drink and she already got a case of the giggles.
"I forgot to mention you're interview's not over yet." she informed me.
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, "there's one last test you've gotta pass, and it's the most important one."
"What do I have to do?"
She instructed me to come over to her side of the desk. I got up out of my chair and walked over to her. She was still sitting, so her face was perfectly leveled at my waist. Just as soon as I'd reached her, she undid my jeans and fished my cock out of my boxers. My eyes went wide at the sight before me, Alyssa Milano with her hand wrapped around my growing prick.
"Alyssa!" I protested, "what the hell do you think you're--"
She quickly shut me up by sinking my dick down her throat. She looked up at me with thos big, sultry eyes as her head bobbed back and forth, her mouth slurping on my stiff member. She began to suck harder and deeper. I could hear her gag reflex working each time the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. I gripped the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and I started to fuck her face. My balls made a slapping noise against her chin. The whole time, she kept her eyes on mine.
She gripped the base of my pole and pulled my dick from her lips. A thick string of saliva was the only thing still connecting the two. She stroked my slick tube with her long fingers, making sure to rub her thumb in a circular motion on the underside of my meat.
"I need your cock in my ass." she demanded through short breaths. "Can you handle that?"
"I guess we're about to find out." I said.
With that, she released my swollen prick from her grasp and stood up. She unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and turned her back to me. She bent over and lifted one leg up, resting her foot on the arm of the chair. She looked over her shoulder at me.
"Hand me that bottle, will you." she said.
I gave her the bottle as instructed. Alyssa took big swig from it and handed it back to me. She leaned forward and grabbed her ass, spreading her firm cheeks before me.
"Pour the rest over my butthole."
Following her command, I slowly emptied the alcoholic contents of the bottle onto her firm backside. She tensed up a bit.
"Jesus, that's cold." she laughed. "Okay, stick your dick in me, now."
I put the bottle back on the desk, took hold of my thick shooter, and slowly dug the head deep into her tight ass. The beer allowed for a slick passage, and I was met with pretty much no resistance from Alyssa's ass. Once I was all the way in, she let go of her butt and grabbed onto the top of the chair.
"Now, fuck me," she said, "fuck my ass, hard."
I began a rhythm of slow, deep strokes. I pulled out to the point of my mushroomed head being the only thing not seeing daylight, and then I would plunge all the way back into her.
"Don't tease my ass with this slow shit," she said as she reached between her legs and started to rub her trimmed pussy, "fuck it like you mean it!"
"You asked for it." I told her.
I gripped her waist and began to slam into her. A long, deep moan escaped her lips. She started to shove her ass back at me. Our thrusts met with a slapping sound as we collided into each other.
"Fuck, yeah!" she yelled. "Fuck my tight ass! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
My dick was a blur now, dissappearing in between her cheeks at breakneck speed. Beads of sweat began to fly off my body and onto hers. I could feel her fingers brushing at my swaying balls as she continued to play with herself.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "I'm cumming! God, yes! I'm cumminnnng!!!"
She let out another deep moan as her body quaked and her asshole began to constrict itself around my invading cock. That did it for me. I could feel my cum begin to build in my balls. Anymore of this and I was going to shoot my load up her ass.
"You ready to cum, baby?" she asked.
"Yes!" I gasped.
"I want your hot cum on my face." she cried, "Wanna cum on my face?"
Without answering her, I pulled away from her. My dig sprang out of her warm hole with a loud pop. Alyssa let out a sigh from the release and sat back down in the leather chair to face my throbbing prick. She tilted her head back under my dick and opened her mouth as wide as possible, sticking out her tongue in the process.
"Give it to me," she demanded, "right on my face."
I jacked off diligently as I watched her await my load. I slapped my cock against her wet tongue a couple of times. Before I knew it, a thick spurt of cum shot out and landed perfectly down the middle of her face, from her forehead, to the tip of her nose. The second shot splattered onto her cheek, landing dangerously close to her eye. The rest of my cream spilled out onto her tongue. I watched it trail down her throat before she closed her mouth and swallowed it.
"NOW, you've got the job." she reassured me with a smile.
Alyssa got up and on shaky legs and made her way to the back room. A moment later, I heard running water. She came back with a clean face and a bright smile. After I cleaned up as well, we dressed, and Alyssa gave me a tour of the place, showing me where everything was and taking me through standard procedures. All I can say, is that if I continue to experience perks like the one I got today, I'm going to love this new job.
Episode One: Alyssa Milano (MF, cons, oral, anal, slut)
by LOKI (rumblebee45@hotmail.com)
Author's Note: This is a story of fiction and is here for entertainment purposes only. This story in no way depicts the true sexual behavior of the celebrity written about within. As always, I encourage all feedback. Speaking of feedback, I would appreciate it if more of you out there would e-mail me with your comments, good or bad. It makes me feel good if I know that more people are actually reading these stories. If I'm lucky, I'll get a total of two e-mails with every story. If more people would give me feedback, then it would help motivate me to write more. Please try to be specific, stating your likes and dislikes with the story, and why. That's all I ask. You'd be doing me a favor. If you're at all interested, you can read my other work, THE LONG WEEKEND series, which you can also find on this site. Thank you and enjoy.
Ep. 1: Alyssa Milano
The weather was changing. It had been raining buckets off and on for the past four days. It was good to finally see the sun again. The season was changing as well. It was getting warmer. The beginning of May, and the summer was already well on its way. It seemed as though everything in my life was changing, some for the better, and some for the worst. The good news was that I had only been out of a job for no more than a week. The bad news was I had no idea what this new endeavor was going to be like.
The ad in the paper was small, so small in fact, that if I'd blinked I would've missed it. It was only by accident that I had stumbled across it. My soda I was drinking in the local diner had been sitting on the newspaper for quite a while before I'd moved it. It left a ring of condensation around an otherwise unnoticeable advertisment. Taking it for some kind of sign, and considering I had nothing to lose, I read it.
What did I know about looking after an apartment complex? I was in no way Mr. Fix-It. Christ, the only thing I could manage was my old school VCR, and that's only because I'd had it for the better part of seven years. However, the ad did say the pay was good and I would be required to stay in one of the apartments for next to nothing, so I figured it couldn't hurt to at least check it out. The worst that could happen is they say no and I'd just have to keep looking.
The building was an old fashioned brownstone. It stood strong. Whoever owned the place had put lots of money into it. I was expecting a run down slum of a place, but it was definitely of high quality. It's a shame they don't make them like that anymore. I went inside to the front office. It looked like the office of a private eye. Lots of polished oak, dim lighting, and a ceiling fan that gave off a faint, soothing wooshing sound. No one was around. I called out to the back room that seemed occupied.
"Hello? I've come about the ad."
"Yeah, have a seat. I'll be right with you." A woman's voice responded.
I sat down in the old, wooden chair and looked across the desk to a tall, black leather chair. It looked ten times more comfortable. The ad in the paper had said to ask for Alyssa. Judging by the look of this building, I expected someone just as aged. What I got was quite a surprise.
A young woman emerged from the back room. She had short, brown wavy hair. Her figure was like that of the Venus De Milo but you know, with arms. She wore casual attire, very casual. A loose pair of denim shorts, and I do mean shorts, hugged her curvacious hips while a gray T-shirt strained against her ample breasts. I had to do a double take before it finally hit me that it was in fact Alyssa Milano. Unable to hide my excitement, a big, stupid grin grew on my face.
"Oh, so that's why the ad didn't give a last name." I beamed.
"So, I take it you know who I am?" she asked.
"I should," I replied, "I grew up watching you on TV. Hi, I'm John McDermott."
We shook hands and she sat down in the big, leather chair. It made her look small by comparison. She propped her feet up, which were barefoot, on the desk and wiggled her toes at me in a seemingly playful manner. Her nails were painted bright pink. With the grey suit I had on, I was feeling very overdressed for this particular meeting.
"You know," she said, "you're the first person to apply for this job, and I put that ad in two weeks ago."
"I'll be straight with you," I told her, "I'm probably the least qualified for it."
She proceeded to explain to me that she bought the building in order to provide other celebrities with a place to live in privacy, away from sneaky photographers, and even sneakier, obsessed fans. All I had to do was collect rent at the end of every other month, and call the right people whenever something needed fixing. When I asked her why she didn't hire someone famous, she told me that she needed someone who could look after the place full time. Since I was able to talk to her like a human being when she entered the room, I basically got the job. She asked me to move in as soon as possible and to meet her back here for some celebratory drinking.
Later, after the sun had gone down, I had some moving men move all my belongings, which wasn't much, into the place next door to the office. Wearing jeans and a Hooters T-shirt, and carrying six long necks, I met up with Alyssa in the office. She was wearing the same thing from earlier, which was good since she looked pretty damn hot in it. We talked and drank for a good couple of hours, splitting the drinks evenly between us. She was halfway through her last drink and she already got a case of the giggles.
"I forgot to mention you're interview's not over yet." she informed me.
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, "there's one last test you've gotta pass, and it's the most important one."
"What do I have to do?"
She instructed me to come over to her side of the desk. I got up out of my chair and walked over to her. She was still sitting, so her face was perfectly leveled at my waist. Just as soon as I'd reached her, she undid my jeans and fished my cock out of my boxers. My eyes went wide at the sight before me, Alyssa Milano with her hand wrapped around my growing prick.
"Alyssa!" I protested, "what the hell do you think you're--"
She quickly shut me up by sinking my dick down her throat. She looked up at me with thos big, sultry eyes as her head bobbed back and forth, her mouth slurping on my stiff member. She began to suck harder and deeper. I could hear her gag reflex working each time the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. I gripped the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and I started to fuck her face. My balls made a slapping noise against her chin. The whole time, she kept her eyes on mine.
She gripped the base of my pole and pulled my dick from her lips. A thick string of saliva was the only thing still connecting the two. She stroked my slick tube with her long fingers, making sure to rub her thumb in a circular motion on the underside of my meat.
"I need your cock in my ass." she demanded through short breaths. "Can you handle that?"
"I guess we're about to find out." I said.
With that, she released my swollen prick from her grasp and stood up. She unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and turned her back to me. She bent over and lifted one leg up, resting her foot on the arm of the chair. She looked over her shoulder at me.
"Hand me that bottle, will you." she said.
I gave her the bottle as instructed. Alyssa took big swig from it and handed it back to me. She leaned forward and grabbed her ass, spreading her firm cheeks before me.
"Pour the rest over my butthole."
Following her command, I slowly emptied the alcoholic contents of the bottle onto her firm backside. She tensed up a bit.
"Jesus, that's cold." she laughed. "Okay, stick your dick in me, now."
I put the bottle back on the desk, took hold of my thick shooter, and slowly dug the head deep into her tight ass. The beer allowed for a slick passage, and I was met with pretty much no resistance from Alyssa's ass. Once I was all the way in, she let go of her butt and grabbed onto the top of the chair.
"Now, fuck me," she said, "fuck my ass, hard."
I began a rhythm of slow, deep strokes. I pulled out to the point of my mushroomed head being the only thing not seeing daylight, and then I would plunge all the way back into her.
"Don't tease my ass with this slow shit," she said as she reached between her legs and started to rub her trimmed pussy, "fuck it like you mean it!"
"You asked for it." I told her.
I gripped her waist and began to slam into her. A long, deep moan escaped her lips. She started to shove her ass back at me. Our thrusts met with a slapping sound as we collided into each other.
"Fuck, yeah!" she yelled. "Fuck my tight ass! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
My dick was a blur now, dissappearing in between her cheeks at breakneck speed. Beads of sweat began to fly off my body and onto hers. I could feel her fingers brushing at my swaying balls as she continued to play with herself.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "I'm cumming! God, yes! I'm cumminnnng!!!"
She let out another deep moan as her body quaked and her asshole began to constrict itself around my invading cock. That did it for me. I could feel my cum begin to build in my balls. Anymore of this and I was going to shoot my load up her ass.
"You ready to cum, baby?" she asked.
"Yes!" I gasped.
"I want your hot cum on my face." she cried, "Wanna cum on my face?"
Without answering her, I pulled away from her. My dig sprang out of her warm hole with a loud pop. Alyssa let out a sigh from the release and sat back down in the leather chair to face my throbbing prick. She tilted her head back under my dick and opened her mouth as wide as possible, sticking out her tongue in the process.
"Give it to me," she demanded, "right on my face."
I jacked off diligently as I watched her await my load. I slapped my cock against her wet tongue a couple of times. Before I knew it, a thick spurt of cum shot out and landed perfectly down the middle of her face, from her forehead, to the tip of her nose. The second shot splattered onto her cheek, landing dangerously close to her eye. The rest of my cream spilled out onto her tongue. I watched it trail down her throat before she closed her mouth and swallowed it.
"NOW, you've got the job." she reassured me with a smile.
Alyssa got up and on shaky legs and made her way to the back room. A moment later, I heard running water. She came back with a clean face and a bright smile. After I cleaned up as well, we dressed, and Alyssa gave me a tour of the place, showing me where everything was and taking me through standard procedures. All I can say, is that if I continue to experience perks like the one I got today, I'm going to love this new job.