Casting Couch 09

(This series is pure fantasy. Please enjoy it as such.)

Every now and then I come across women in the entertainment business that look like your average, every day housewife. Someone that you would more likely find working a checkout counter at Target, than starring in the movies.

To me, one of the ladies that fits in that category is today's guest, Geena Davis. She has a natural beauty, and is known to be one of the most down to earth people in show business.

I've always enjoyed her work in such flicks as A League of Their Own, The Accidental Tourist, Thelma & Louise, and Beetlejuice. I even liked her in the stupid movie, Earth Girls Are Easy. Maybe it's because she showed off her statuesque body by rocking a skimpy pink bikini in that flick.

When the Academy Award winning actress showed up, I was surprised by her casual appearance and laid back attitude. The tall brunette was wearing a pair of worn out faded blue jeans and a short sleeved navy blue New England Patriots t-shirt. Her messed up curly dark hair gave me the impression she wasn't too concerned about her appearance. Even with my cameras set up facing the infamous casting couch.

Geena took a seat, flashing her radiant smile as she put her hands on her knees, ready to take some questions.

I started out by commenting on her outfit.

"Nice shirt. Are you a Patriots fan?"

"I am. I'm a huge fan. Red Sox too. Growing up in Massachusetts, I followed all the Boston sports teams."

"Interesting. Any favorite athlete?"

She looked at me with a sly smile, giving an answer without hesitation.

"Well, Tom Brady. Obviously."

"Obviously? Because of all the Super Bowl wins?"

Geena sat up, fidgeting a bit, before sharing more of the quarterback's attributes.

"There's that. And his good looks. And the fact that he has a huge cock."

I was taken aback by her response. Not only for her bluntness, but I didn't really picture her with someone twenty years younger than her.

"So you've seen it? In the locker room or the bedroom?"

Geena wasn't shy about giving details of her affair with the football star.

"In the bedroom. Several times. I guess you could say he scored with me, too."

"Apparently he has a thing for beautiful, tall women. Did Gisele know about this affair?"

"Oh she knew about it alright."

Geena giggled as she sat back, recalling Tom's supermodel wife.

"She joined us. Or you could say I joined them."

Now I was really shocked.

"Are you telling me you had a threesome with Tom Brady and Gisele Bundchen?"

"Yes. A ménage a trois."

"Wasn't Gisele jealous?"

"No. What did she have to be jealous of? She's one of the most beautiful women in the world, and I'm just an old flat-chested actress with a hairy pussy and a pancake ass."

"She was okay with sharing her husband?"

"Believe me. There was plenty to go around."

I was having a tough time processing this. As beautiful as Geena was, I just couldn't picture her in bed with the world's hottest couple.

"So you had sex with Tom Brady while his wife watched?"

"Something like that. Tom did some watching too."

"Oh my God! You and Gisele? That is so hot! Excuse me for being overly excited, but I'm trying to picture the two of you in bed together, with Tom Brady watching."

"Well, picture Gisele licking my ass. Maybe that will help."

"HOLY SHIT!! Really?"

Geena seemed to take great pleasure in sharing juicy details of her affair, and watching my reaction.

"Yes. You could say I was their surrogate. Tom always wanted to try anal, but Gisele would never allow it. They had to outsource to satisfy their kinky desires."

"Do you like anal? Were you ok with that?"

"It's not my favorite thing, but I've tried it a few times. I was so aroused that night, how could I say no?"

"And he wasn't too big? You did say he had a big cock."

"He was just right. Thank God we had plenty of lube. I was surprised how easily he slipped inside. It was an incredible feeling."

"Wow! I can imagine! I think I'm ready to blow my load just thinking about it."

Geena laughed at my response, as I sat behind my desk, squirming to contain myself.

"Do you need any help?"

The slender brunette got up and started undressing, kicking off her faded jeans and removing her Patriots t-shirt. She stood there in her bra and panties, posing for me.

"What do you think? Does this help?"

I checked out every inch of the statuesque beauty, from her engaging smile and luscious red lips, down to her white bra and flat stomach, to her sheer white panties that couldn't hide her thick black bush, and even further down to her smooth thighs and long lovely legs.

I walked around my desk, with my hardon evident, making a big bulge in my trousers, as I joined this natural beauty.

Geena went right for my crotch, undoing my fly, letting my cock out. She took it in her hand, gently stroking it as she whispered in my ear.

"Does this help? Does it turn you on knowing Gisele flicked her tongue across my asshole, getting it ready for her hubby?"

"Do you like hearing how she licked her finger and poked it in my dirty hole?"

"Does it turn you on knowing Tom pressed his big fat cock up against my little pink butthole til it popped right in?

"Do you wanna cum just like Tom did, shooting his creamy jizz deep inside me?"

I couldn't take any more, with Geena's soft delicate hands massaging my cock while she whispered in my ear, giving juicy details of her affair.

I came suddenly, with my thick white goo oozing out, covering her knuckles, with several spurts shooting onto the floor.

I leaned back against my desk, with my pants around my ankles, and my cock dripping from the amazing hand job.

I was still fighting to catch my breath, when Geena gathered her clothes, quickly getting dressed as she smiled at me, cleaning my spunk off of her hands.

"You're more like Larry Bird."