Eager to relax after a hard night of work, I laid down on my couch, closing my eyes as I slipped my hand down my pants...
"Hey sexy. Didn't I just see you yesterday?"
I glanced up and watched as Natalie Portman came walking out of my bedroom and into the living room. I smiled. Somehow, despite her extremely busy filming schedule, and the time spent with her husband and their baby boy, the actress always made time for me. As usual, she looked as though she'd just stepped out of some extremely trashy porn film, or off of some street corner. Her hair was short, like it had been for some time after she'd finished filming V for Vendetta, neatly parted, and she was wearing far too much makeup for a lady of her class. Her eyelids were a little too blue, her lips just a little too red, and her cheeks just a little too flush. The lit cigarette dangling between those lush lips was a nice little extra touch.
"You know we don't smoke in the house," I chided, grinning as she stepped around the couch and into full view. Even in the low light of my basement apartment, I could still make out everything, every little detail of the slutty little outfit she was wearing. A black halter top rode up her mid-section, stopping just high enough on her modest breasts that it could legally be worn in public. On the way down, it melted into a dangerously high black leather miniskirt. Her gorgeous, slender legs were covered in purple fishnets that slid all the way down into the two inch black stiletto heels. It was like an erotic dream come true.
Natalie smiled, placed a hand on her hip and took a long drag before removing the cigarette. After blowing a thick cloud of smoke in my direction, the brunette chuckled. "I'm a figment of your imagination asshole, ergo, I'll fucking smoke if I fucking want to." I loved it when she talked dirty. "You like what you see?"
I nodded and cocked an eyebrow. I could feel my dick getting hard just watching her.
"Good," She took one last drag from her cigarette and dropped it on the floor. Before it could do any real damage to the carpet, she crushed it out with the toe of her left heel.
She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed me hungrily, "So," she said, pausing as her eyes traveled up and down my body, "What'll it be this time? Blowjob? Anal? Sixty-Nine?" She smiled seductively and started tapping her foot. I'd been lying on my couch, but now I stood up and walked over to her, my eyes traveling up and down her body, stopping on all the bits that they liked. This took some time.
"Let's see what happens," I whispered, leaning in for a kiss. Natalie's lips met me halfway and before long we were swapping saliva as our tongues wrestled. I could feel her hands sliding up and down my body and decided turnabout was fair play. I started with my hands on her waist. One slipped around and cupped her left ass cheek, squeezing it gently and causing her to squeal softly as we kissed. The other hand slid slowly up the side of her trim stomach until it found its way to her right breast. I started to squeeze it gently. I loved the way her small tits felt in my hand. They were just large enough to get a good handful. Massaging it gently, I pulled away from the kiss just long enough to look into her dark brown eyes. Even in the dark, I could see that they were filled with lust.
Jumping back into the kiss, I pulled the right side of her halter top down. Of course she wasn't wearing a bra and her breast was exposed. My thumb and forefinger started playing with the pert little nipple, squeezing and tugging on it, and she moaned a little more while our lips were locked together. Pulling my other hand, albeit reluctantly, away from her firm ass, I started sliding Natalie's top up over her stomach. I continued until it was up and over her chest, both breasts free now.
Lingering for a moment, our tongues touching sporadically, I moved on to her neck. Her arms had moved up now and both hands were on the back of my head, pulling me in tightly as my lips grazed the warm sensitive flesh of her neck. "Mm," Natalie moaned. "Yeah." While I leisurely nibbled my way down her neck, my erection growing with ever inch, pardon the pun, I played with both of her tits, squeezing them and rubbing them in a circular motion. Finally my tongue slipped down past her collarbone. While I played with her right breast, gently biting on the nipple and tugging with my teeth, my left hand slid down to her leg, just below the bottom of her skirt. I slowly began to slide it up her thigh as my tongue traced circles around her hard nipple.
As my hand slipped up beneath her skirt, toward her hot moist treasure box, something seemed off. More accurately, something felt off. I pulled away from her breast and looked into her eyes again, a quizzical expression on my face. She still had those sex hungry eyes, and didn't seem to realize anything was wrong. Slowly, I dropped down onto my knees, my face level with her crotch. Carefully, a sneaking suspicion dawning on me, I started to slide the skirt up around her hips.
"Um," I said softly when I noticed the bulge in her tight black thong. "Natalie?" I asked.
"What?" she said abruptly, apparently torn from the mood.
"Um," I repeated. How could I ask what I was about to ask? I glanced up to see her looking down at me. The lust wasn't gone from her gaze, but it was ebbing. Not knowing what to say and, although I wasn't aware of it, holding my breath, I slipped my fingers beneath the band of her thong and pulled it down.
"Holy shit!" she screamed, eyes glued to the cock hanging down between her thighs. "What the fuck is that?"
"I think it's a dick," I said. It might seem idiotic, but I really didn't know what else to say. I looked up at her. "Natalie, why do you have a dick?" I leaned down to get a better view. Her pussy was gone, replaced by the male member and a set of balls protruding from her neatly trimmed crotch. "Where's your pussy?" I added lamely.
"It's your fantasy," she said impatiently, "The fuck should I know?"
"Uh huh," I said shaking my head. It looked so strange, dangling down there between the starlet's decidedly feminine legs. It was surprisingly large too. I didn't have a ruler handy, but it was probably about five inches long, and the way it was drooping, I was pretty sure she was still flaccid.
"So now what?" she asked. Sensing that the mood was momentarily lost, she pulled a pack of cigarettes from the side of her skirt band and lit another one.
I didn't know what to say. My erection was gone now, crushed by the surprise I'd found in her panties. "I don't know," I relented. I walked back over and sat down on the couch. This certainly wasn't what I'd been expecting, or what I'd been planning on. I leaned forward, resting my cheeks in my hands. "Maybe it'd be better if we ended this for now," I finally said. "The mood's gone anyway." I couldn't help but glance at her manhood. It was definitely bigger than mine. Was I jealous? I banished the thought. Something must have slipped past my subconscious. That was probably it. I'd kill the fantasy for now, and try again later when my mind was clear.
"Whatever," she said, taking an extremely long drag. Now she was looking down at her member, experimentally touching it. I could see it starting to grow, and decided to end this before it got any worse.
