It was a magical evening in the eternal kingdom of dreams. Everyone was invited, among the pairs gliding along in gentle waltz you could occasionally detect a familiar face; there was Rita Hayworth, dancing with some lucky guy. Sophia Loren, with her partner. The long-legged Cyd Charisse moving with unmatched grace, except for Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire, of course. Even Marilyn Monroe was there, getting a lot of attention with JFK. But it was me, who danced with the most adorable of them all...
Audrey blinked her huge, brown doe-eyes and smiled. The gown she was wearing was the one from Sabrina; a tight corset and a big flowing skirt, all in white with matching lace gloves. Her hair was short and chestnut brown, the style she had made famous all around the world.
The music faded, and Audrey put her hands on my chest, tickling. She was expecting a kiss, which I gave her. It was a nice one, no tongue, just lips touching. Adorable. Her slim body was pressed tightly against me, and she softly whispered: "Darling..." and slowly slid onto her knees, carefully smoothing the hems of her thick skirt.
Slender fingers started opening my belt. The orchestra started playing again, a slow, romantic melody, but the people were not dancing. Silent, everyone stood in a circle around us; the men watched in awe, the ladies with large, surprised eyes.
Audrey stroked my shaft gently, and then bent her head down for a little sweet kiss. She looked like an angel, her sensual lips touching the red tip of my cock. The most beautiful angel in heaven...
She had such a petite, delicate mouth; my cock bulged throuch her cheeks as she sucked lovingly and twisted her head from side to side. I sighed and moved my hand to her head, brushing my fingers through her short hair until I managed to find a good grip. It became useful soon, as my knees buckled when I was deep-throated by the innocent beauty. "Oh God!" I groaned, as did most of the men in the audience, when Audrey Hepburn's head started bobbing rhythmically, and she tried to take me deeper, little by little.
For a while the only sounds beside the music were my grunts and the sloppy gurgling. Audrey's cute nose tickled my pubic hairs and her puckered rose-red lips met my balls. She had achieved her goal, and proceeded to repeat the act in rapid succession until she finally heard my warning: "Baby, here it comes!"
"Aaahnhh!" I moaned, and everyone in the room could hear the wet splurt of my thick sperm shooting into Audrey Hepburn's mouth. She gulped, and the gaze of every man present was locked to the contracting motions of her throat. Much to their distress, the ladies found themselves under the assault of groping hands, as the sight and sounds of my sperm being swallowed by the famous cutie was too much to handle.
