Inside Beverly Hills - Alyssa Milano

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Inside Beverly Hills - Alyssa Milano
By: Victor Burroughs

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I walked into the party and looked around. People were dancing to the
techno-rave-disco music, each one cooler than the next. This was Beverly
Hills, where the guys all have that tall and tan look and the babes are
all augmented, capped beauties with hair extensions, where you couldn't
shake a stick at all the hairdressers, dentists, and plastic surgeons even
if you could get them all together at once.
Fake tits don't bother me one bit. I like 'em as much as the real ones,
especially if the nipples are always hard. I don't mind capped teeth and
hair extensions either. It doesn't matter why a babe looks good, so long
as she looks hot to me. And this house was packed with women who made my
groin throb with desire. My sister was right when she said I could make
contacts here, hopefully my prick would be contacting some Beverly Hills
poontang tonight. I grabbed a champagne glass from a waiter and sipped it
as I went on into the next room, eying the surgically enhanced babes as I
dodged the dancers.
My sister was here because her newest boyfriend, the latest in a long
string of married Hollywood producers who would promise her a role, take a
good helping of her pussy, and dump her when she caught on, was giving the
party. I met him for the first time at the front door of the party. He got
my name wrong, of course. "Hi Mark," he said, "pleased to meet you. I'm
always telling your sister she's sitting on a hell of a career." What a
fucking prick! I gritted my teeth and shook his sweaty hand, then excused
myself and left the lovebirds alone. I tried to give her advice, I really
did, but she wouldn't take it. Since she wouldn't take my advice to drop
the ass, I was going to catch my own hollywood ass tonight.
The next room was a little quieter, but still noisy. I finished the
champagne and grabbed another one and went through the door, stepping past
the dancers and gropers. Sexy though all the jiggling flesh was, I had to
meet somebody before I could dance with her, at least if I wanted to make
a good enough impression to get into her panties that night.
People were standing around in groups next to the pool. I walked up to a
good sized one and listened for a minute. They were talking about the
music inside, arguing over what kind it was. This was perfect. I butted in
with my patter about music and everybody listened to it.
They all looked at me like I dropped from Mars. I stuck out like a sore
thumb at this party full of big haired Bruce Jenner look alikes in cotton
duck suits. In my leathers, pale as a ghost, and with my buzzed blond
hair, I looked more like Billy Idol than a hollywood man. I'm in
industrial metal dance music, but you can call it rock and roll. That's
why I look the way I do, not scummy or anything, but still anything but
all american.
I kept talking and ran my eyes around the circle. The girls were all very
cute, and they were looking my way. One of them looked familiar, but I
couldn't place where I had seen her before, so I finished the circle. I
went back to her, and as our eyes locked together I realized she was
Alyssa Milano, that cute dark haired kid who played Tony Danza's daughter
on "Who's the Boss?" She had grown up into a very sexy woman, but still
had that vulnerable, big-eyed look. I finished the joke with the surprise
punchline and grinned, then the laughter started as they caught on. She
was still looking at me so I smiled at her and winked. She got the joke
and smiled at me, then dropped her eyes in a sexy little-girl way.
We all kept talking about music this and that, all the time poaching
champagne (Alyssa and me) and smart drinks (most of them) from the
waiters, and before long I was next to Alyssa, talking to her about music.
She was knowledgeable, and I told her I was surprised she knew so much
about music, since I don't meet too many women who are really into music
and know much about it. She had already been drinking a lot and seemed sad
about something, so I tried to keep her smiling, talking about fun stuff.
I didn't talk about Hollywood at all. I sensed that the Hollywood life was
what was bugging her. We talked more about my life in a rock and roll
band, songwriting, and recording. Any artist is an egotist, and I love
talking about *my* stuff; my music, my guitar, you name it, if I have it
we talked about it.
Eventually the conversation wandered around to sex, and then to groupies.
She wanted me to tell stories, so I told her about some of the wild times
I've had. Looking at her, I sensed an invitation, kissed her. Her lips
were half open, but I kept my tongue in my mouth. I didn't want to scare
her away now that I was so close. I stood back for a second and judged her
reaction. She smiled shyly at me, looking just like she looked in her show
when she was sixteen. God, she was cute. I could barely keep myself from
ravishing her right there, in the open. She slipped her hand into mine and
we started to walk around the yard of the place, away from anyone who
might see us.
I squeezed her hand, "Your beauty stirs me, makes me want to do crazy and
wonderful things."
"Tell me more, mister rock and roll."
"I'm Victor," I said. "I want to take off my clothes and dance under the
moon, howling like a banshee."
"Victor," she wrapped her lips around the syllables. "Is that all?"
"I want to take off your clothes, if you'll agree to dance with me. We can
howl at the moon together. And after we howl at the moon I want to make
love to you like the ocean crashes on the beach."
"Are you trying to seduce me, Victor?"
"You're seducing me, you beautiful little brunette vixen," I smiled, and
swung her into my arms. "And because fair is fair, I am seducing you too.
And I think we're both succeeding, because I'm hard as a rock and you
wouldn't have asked me unless you were turned on. How turned on are you,
Miss Beverly Hills?"
"I'm Alyssa," she said. "And I want to be your groupie tonight."
She threw her arms around my neck, pressed her body against me, and kissed
me vigorously, her tongue tunneling between my lips. I held her compact
frame against me and tasted her delicious kiss as she tasted me back. She
rubbed her abdomen and crotch hard against my cock, which was throbbing to
get out of my pants and into this tight young starlet.
We disengaged, then holding hands we hurried back to a hedge, adjoining
the tennis courts. I got on my knees and crawled behind it, and dragged
her with me. Alyssa tripped on the roots and fell on me. We started making
out like teenagers. I quickly pulled off her dress and bra, and she
removed my clothes. Hot and heavy, we petted for a while. Her panties were
still on, and my cock kept throbbing and rubbing against them. As long as
I could rub her smooth, fleshy tits and her stiffening nipples, though, I
didn't care. There would be plenty of time to slip into her hot box later.
I moved one hand beneath her panties, and began to rub around her pussy
opening, as she moaned and kissed me harder. I slipped a finger inside her
cunt. It was starting to get wet but it was still too tight to slide my
cock into it, so I started to rub her in a circle, rubbing around her
clitoris and labia. I licked her ears, then moved down to her neck and her
chest. I bathed her taut, delicious breasts liberally with my tongue, then
went further down.
I scooted around until my face was at the top of her panties and my cock
was bobbing in front of her face. I was still rubbing her pussy, and by
this time the aroma of her sex was making itself known. I pulled her
panties off and stuck my tongue into her slit while I kept diddling her
with my finger. She was moving her hips with my motions, amplifying the
sensation of getting her hot pussy rubbed. I stuck my face into her cunt,
and fucked her back and forth with my tongue, licking and sucking Alyssa
Milano's juicy pussy like a pro.
Something soft and warm touched my cock. She was holding it, looking at
it, inspecting it. "It's so big," she said. "I could choke on it."
"Kiss it and lick it, Alyssa," I said, "and then you can suck it." I loved
nibbling this delectable star's tasty pussy, but she wasn't going to get
away without returning the favor to my prick.
She kissed the tip, licked her lips, and said, "It's good. Salty." She
licked the top of my cock, from base to tip.
I went back to licking and sucking her cunt and let her lick my cock and
get used to it. She was obviously inexperienced at oral sex. I wondered if
she was a virgin. She was the only one at this party, if so.
I felt a suction at my cock and balls, then they were in a warm and wet
place. Alyssa sucked my cock into her beautiful mouth. I looked towards
her, her face was in a patch of moonlight and I watched as her lovely lips
engulfed my throbbing manhood. Her tongue ran over the head of my love
muscle, then she slurped me into her throat, then sucked at my cock as she
pulled it out, and licked the head again. She kept bobbing her head like
that, and it was a great blowjob, especially for a girl who only a minute
ago had been scared of choking on it.
"Alyssa, you are a wonderful cock-sucker. You're a natural."
"I like what you're doing to my cunnie, Victor. I'm glad I'm your groupie
tonight."
"Me too," I said. "You can be my sex goddess any time you want."
She kept working my cock with her lips and tongue, and I vibrated my
tongue against her lovely quim as I fondled her buttocks and ran my finger
around her sweet little bunghole. Meanwhile she was using her hands on my
balls and the base of my cock as she bobbed her lovely head up and down on
my proud warrior. I started coming, and pumped a huge load of sperm into
her sucking mouth. Her eyes opened in astonishment, but she swallowed all
of my spunk greedily. After groaning the end of my orgasm I scooped up
more of her copious pussy juice with my finger and rubbed it into her
asshole, and when she was ready slid my finger into her butt. She was
thrashing her body and legs with ecstasy. My softening prick slipped from
her lovely lips, and I licked her pussy and wiggled my finger around in
her butt as she came with moans and whispered screams. Alyssa Milano's
cunt overflowed and I lapped up her delicious juice like gravy.
After we had both recovered from our orgasms I scooted around again, and
we kissed in the afterglow, under the hedge.
"Have you ever done that before," I asked.
"Only once," she said, "and I didn't like it. This was different, though."

"Alyssa, Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" I said. "I suspect
you want me to find out pretty soon anyway... are you a virgin?"
"Yes," she replied. "I almost did it with a boy once on the set but we got
caught. That was the one time I tried a blowjob before now, but his penis
wasn't nearly as big as yours."
"Alyssa," I said, "then let's move to a nicer place to make you a real
woman. And maybe we can find some protection. I want to spend all night
with you but my supply is limited."
"Thanks, Victor," she said, "you're thoughtful."
"Do you want to go back to the house and find a bedroom?" I kissed and
hugged her close.
"There's a guest bungalow in the back of the gardens. Let's use it." She
broke the clutch, and pressing her clothes against her chest with one
hand, dragged me with the other hand back through the paths in the garden.

She led me to a bungalow in the back, just as she had described. We opened
the door. It was unlocked. We dropped our clothes on the doorstep and
embraced, our groins thrusting against each other. Upon inspection the
room was perfect. There was a bed in the dim light, and by the bedside was
a bowl of condoms, flavored, ribbed, lubracated, and all sorts of other
varieties.
"Wow," I commented, "this must be the bedroom for *special* guests!" I
latched the door and hugged Alyssa, and we jumped into the bed.
We were kissing and hugging, and soon, with the sight and thrilling touch
of her tight young body in the dim light (better than almost no light as
outdoors had been) I was erect again. I took a condom out of the bowl and
showed Alyssa how to put it on me, and then I put my rubber sheathed prick
at the opening of her pussy. I rubbed it up and down the slit, and then
slowly inched it in. After about an inch I encountered resistance. She
still had her cherry. She had trusted me to let me pop it so I took it
easy. I left just the head in, kissed her and murmered love words to her
for a minute to let her get ready for it, and then lunged into her tight
but soaking wet pussy. She winced at the pain as her hymen ripped apart,
but as I fucked her virgin cunt and slowly worked my dick all the way in
she smiled, kissed me furiously, and gasped her enjoyment of our sexual
intercourse. I moved deep inside her.
Her cunt was very tight and oily, and gripped me like a fist. I rocked
back and forth, sawing my cock into her snug snatch. She grabbed my ass
and started pulling me into her pussy, and rocked her ass back and forth
to get my cock even deeper.
Alyssa was a natural at fucking, a true cockpleaser with all the instincts
of a born slut who likes nothing better than a hard cock deep in her
pussy. As she started to moan and cry out my name I plunged deep into her
pussy, against her womb, then slid out past her labia. I fucked her like
this again and again, slamming all the way into her pussy and then pulling
out. I continued this deep fucking motion for a while, since I can last a
long time with a condom on, until she came in a tremendous orgasm, her
pussy sheath gripping me tight as her juices flowed past my pistoning cock
and dripped down her butt. I kept fucking her, barely able to believe that
I was screwing Alyssa Milano, television star, whose budding young body I
and every other man in america had lusted over for years. She kept coming,
and as she grabbed me and kissed me hard, moaning that she loved me and my
cock, I exploded in orgasm inside her spasming pussy.
"Oh Victor, I never realized how good sex was with the right person." she
whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful."
I kissed her deeply, swallowing her tongue into my mouth. Alyssa's big
eyes, her soft voice, innocent face, and her firm but womanly body were
irresistable. My cock grew hard again. She chose another condom, replaced
the other one, and I readied myself to piston into her hot, buttery cunt
again.
We fucked the rest of the night, and in the morning we said goodbye, and I
caught my flight and went home. She tries to keep me faithful to her,
since she knows rock and roll musicians have lots of temptations,
especially if they are singers, so we talk dirty on the phone every day.
Not that it works, when a gorgeous blond bimbo begs me to fuck her and her
friend I'm not going to say no. But since that party Alyssa flies out
every other week and we spend the weekend fucking like beasts. Now that
our first album is starting to take off I wonder whether she'll be at our
shows in Los Angeles and the area. If so, I hope she wants to be my
groupie after we play the Forum or the Whisky or whatever place we play.
The other guys in my band even told her they hope she brings the cast of
"Beverly Hills 90210" to the dressing room with her.
They think Jenny Garth is a hot tamale, and want to boff her brains out,
while I have a secret desire to unleash the slut inside Shannen Doherty.
I hope Alyssa does, that would be excellent!