Note- This is a piece of speculative fiction based on Bree Olson the retired porn star and does not reflect any actual real events.
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After a pleasant Sunday spent in the glorious Californian sunshine Bree Olson and her niece Elsa prepared supper in the large kitchen. Situated in West Hollywood the pair were entertaining their respective new boyfriends and had decided on a day at home relaxing. Bree had chosen a Californian salad dish of roasted almonds, avocado, romaine and blue cheese for their meal. A big serving jug of margarita was her choice of beverage to wash it down.
"Good choice Aunt Bree."
The eighteen year old wore her long brown hair down her back in a distinctive deep blue floral dress with ruched neckline and frills. Bree felt her eyes drawn to Elsa's bust which looked rather bigger than usual, the young girl not being overly blessed in the boob range.
"New dress, sweetie?" The bubbly blonde bombshell herself looked enchanting in her stretch satin top with the bodice pleats, small sleeves and short hem. She had let the left strap hang down her upper left arm in a flirty fashion. The fuchsia and ocean blue finish was bursting with vibrant colour and accentuated her healthy tanned look.
"I got 40% off at Eddie Bauer, you like it?" Elsa did a twirl.
They returned to the main room with the food and drink where their dates were seated at the pine table. Elsa's man was a young and new talent in screen writing by the name of Mick. A mousy, silent type with eyeglasses and turtleneck sweater. In contrast the man Bree had invited was a up and coming soccer player for the Galaxy named Raylan. A fit and athletic type with chest and arms covered in tattoos.
"So glad you guys could make it, our first weekend together." Said Bree with her heart warming smile.
She sat next to Raylan and brushed his left leg with her bared right thigh. Opposite them on the other side of the table Elsa got cosy to Mick who held her by the hand.
"No, thank YOU for inviting us. I know I've only been going out with Elsa for a week but you have been so nice."
Bree nodded at Mick as she chewed on a roasted almond.
"Well it's good to finally meet you, and with Raylan here I thought we could all get to know each other a bit better."
"And have some fun too, right?" Added Elsa.
"Oh yeah," agreed Bree who glanced furtively at the pronounced groin of her new boyfriend.
Since her infamous split with Charlie Sheen the former adult movie star and webcam girl had not been quite as active in the bedroom as she had been in her heyday. She had seen the L.A. Galaxy team play a game against Real Salt Lake at the Stub Hub Centre in Carson after acquiring a free ticket and had been attracted to young Raylan.
"And so, I got his number and here we are. Can't believe it was only last week."
Bree turned to kiss the ruggedly handsome footballer on the mouth. The ex porn star loved big cock and was eager to get the well formed man in the sack. Likewise Elsa was coming out of a failed marriage, albeit for one solitary day, and had met Mick at a creative writers workshop near Laurel Canyon Blvd. She had forgiven Bree for fucking her new husband and had even moved into her home as she strived to start her life over.
"Nice home, Miss Olson," said an impressed Mick peering through his rimless spectacles.
"Call me Bree."
Mick gazed into her smoky brown eyes and drank a glass of margarita quickly to hide his shyness. They finished making small talk and later went out on the deck and watched the sunset together. Both couples began to snuggle up to each others respective partner and Bree suggested calling it a night. Back inside they climbed the stairs to the next level and paired off into their designated bedrooms.
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"Fucking bastard, you have got to be kidding me!"
Bree exited the room with a big scowl on her pretty face barely five minutes after they had retired. She had grabbed a white bathrobe to wear and stood bare foot on the balcony, a white soccer sock in her right fist.
"Damn bitch, I can't believe you led me on!"
Mick stormed out of his room naked save for a pair of red piped Calvin Klein trunks with two balls of tissue paper in his hands.
"You too huh?" Bree said with a disgusted look.
"Your niece stuffs her bra! She made me believe she was stacked."
"Yeah, well pencil dick back there packs a fucking sock down his shorts!"
The two disappointed lovers paused and then burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.
"Lets go get a margarita." Bree suggested and they went back downstairs to the main room.
They settled on the cream coloured sofa and Bree turned on the lamp. The ice had melted in the big serving jug as she filled two glasses and handed one to Mick. As she did so the robe slipped from her right shoulder and exposed her hefty boob. The blonde babe looked at the shy man who averted his eyes. How sweet she thought as she studied the man closer.
"Cheers."
She raised her glass and looked into his clear blue eyes. Without his glasses he appeared to have quite a handsome face with long lashes and dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. His bare upper torso was lean and hairless with a flat stomach and defined abs. When he ran his hand through his fair hair his bicep flexed and the muscle rippled under his tanned skin. Her eyes lowered and she could see a shape in his trunks like a long bar that raised up the front.
"Getting hot in here, don't you think?"
Bree fanned her face with the hand.
"You know Mick, the main reason I arranged this little weekend get together was to get fucked by a big cock. And I aim to get what I want."
Mick gulped hard and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his hardening cock. He looked wide eyed as the smouldering blonde lowered the upper half of her robe and cupped her 32C sized natural bosom.
"And I think I have exactly what YOU came here for, right?"
She jiggled her firm boobs playfully and giggled in that infectious way she had.
