The threesome meets the Angel, and it is a hard sell.
4400 words. Tags: baywatch, victoria's secret, stacy kamano, brande roderick, alessandra ambrosio, threesome, ffm, blowjob
This is the second in an open ended "celeb harem" story putting together two of the greatest franchises known to Man, Baywatch and the Victoria's Secret Angels, with guest appearances from everybody's favorite celebs. Outfits and references are based on real life look-books and clips, and, with a 2-3month lag to facilitate research, events happen in real-time.
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The next day, I woke up to a velvety warmth enveloping my sore, soft cock, lubricated by a masterful tongue stroking my foreskin. My eyes jerked open in surprise and I caught a glimpse of the ceiling of Stacy's hotel room - where I had spent the night. I realized what was going on and shut my eyes to pretend I was still sleeping.
As I enjoyed the beginnings of a slow, languorous morning blowjob, I mentally tried to recount what happened: flirty drinks at the bar with my ex-girlfriend and -colleague Stacy Kamano; invitation back to her hotel room under dubious context; the best roleplay striptease I ever had since my acting days; desperate, adolescent making-out after a decade of strained abstinence; watching Victoria's Secret models with her hand on my cock; Stacy taking my aching, throbbing member into her warm mouth, never taking her eyes off me; fucking for two straight hours as we got reacquainted with each other's bodies. I didn't even remember stopping; we must have fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion.
Beneath it all, Stacy's idea refused to let go of my subconscious mind: a Baywatch reboot done right, infused with hot, new blood, that could not only jolt our careers back to the top but also would inform the cultural and, let's be frank, sexual awakening of a whole new generation of mostly men...
Damn it, playing dead wasn't working. Stacy's alternation between sucking the tip of my cock and taking long licks up and down my shaft was working - I could feel the blood rush in and my member stiffening and beginning to lift off my waist like a phallic zombie reanimated by dark arts. Whatever sorcery that was, Stacy had memorized my spellbook decades ago.
"Ohhh Stace, what are you doing to me??" I groaned, shifting my hips to not-so-subtly shove more of my cock down her throat. That got a muffled hum from down below in response, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me, and her mouth started sliding back and forth on me, now that she knew I was awake and erect.
"Mike, can't you tell that's not me?" My eyes flew open again at the sound of Stacy's voice. Sure enough, my fuckbuddy was lying on her side next to me, buck naked and propped up on one elbow, smiling her trademark smirk while her tanned breasts battled gravity.
"Wha-who..?" I incoherently stammered, and looked down - at the familiar locks of platinum blonde hair currently bobbing up and down on me. The blonde woman brushed her hair back, looked up, and winked, luscious lips staying on my cock the whole time.
"Oh my god, Brande??" Brande Roderick had played Leigh Dyer in the last days of Baywatch just before being named Playmate of the Year. My character, JD, briefly dated her before returning to Kekoa in the Baywatch reunion movie, paralleling our offscreen relationship. Just like Stacy and me, she had really looked after herself and aged like fine wine, but never quite recovered that career peak, although she did do great work on Celebrity Apprentice and had an unforgettable locker room scene in Starsky and Hutch.
Brande paused the blowjob, popping my dick out of her mouth but maintaining a firm grip on my shaft: "Miss me?"
Brande's smile was sexy and infectious - I always loved how her eyes had this way of smiling along with it. "Of course, you look stunning.. but how are you here, naked in my bed right now?"
Stacy giggled and leaned in to kiss me. "I texted her in the middle of the night after you suggested that she might join us. Next thing I know, I wake up to her knocking on the door!"
I looked down at my onetime fling, idly flicking the head of my penis with her tongue. "That's crazy! How did you find us, B?"
Brande shrugged, causing a chain reaction down to her curvaceous butt, wiggling at the edge of our bed. It was a sight to behold.
"Stace always stays here. I just told the concierge I was delivering a surprise present."
"What present?"
The blonde got up on her knees, showing off her famous Playboy body, right down to the little rose tattoo on her bikini line. The morning sun lit up her C cup breasts just like I remembered, and her nipples stood at attention amid huge areolae.
She gestured, somewhat self conscious: "This?"
Having heard enough, I sat up, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close so she straddled me, my raging hard-on pressing against her bellybutton. I kissed her right nipple, then the other, then her neck, and finally those lips.
"Well then, it would be rude not to enjoy my present. Stace, can I get some help in here?"
Wordlessly, Stacy got up and started making out with Brande. It was a beautiful contrast; the fierce brunette Asian girl tenderly kissing the pretty, busty blonde, both stark naked in bed with me. I busied myself alternating between burying my face in Brande's generous breasts and sucking on Stacy's rock hard nipples. The girls were about the same height so I was able to just turn my head and find one mammary or other.
Eventually my hands got busy as well and ran up each of their butts, feeling each one for firmness and inevitably making my way down to play with their pussies from behind. Brande gasped as I flicked her clit with a finger. She breathlessly turned to rain kisses on me as her breathing grew faster with her horniness. She raised her body up a little on her knees, and as we were kissing, Stacy reached over and helped push my cock into Brande's dripping wet pussy.
"Ffffuck!!" Brande exclaimed, as she lowered herself onto my penis, inch by inch. "I forgot how fucking good your dick feels in me. Stace, you've been keeping this to yourself all these years?"
Stacy had moved behind me, and now reached over my legs to fondle Brande's firm ass. Her boobs rubbed up against my back and I realized it'd been over a decade since I'd been in a sandwich threesome with these babes. We were all in our forties now but were fucking like teenagers. With experience.
"Well, I've never had a problem with sharing!" As if to prove her generosity, Stacy suddenly pulled hard on Brande's butt, driving the rest of my length into the horny blonde in one smooth stroke.
"Oh! My! God!" She screamed, and her hips went to work, pumping her pussy up and down my cock, riding me while my Hawaiian lover practically humped my back as she slammed Brande's pussy onto my cock.
Brande closed her eyes and leaned back as she rode me, and I wasted no time in burying my face in her glorious bosom. I remembered closing on a home for Owen Wilson while he was shooting Starsky and Hutch - he would not shut up about Brande's banging body, having no idea that I'd spent most of the last year of Baywatch banging her silly. The customer is always right, right?
