Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
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Los Angeles, California
July 2013
Hanging from a white painted ceiling was a fan with rotating blades rotating at a moderate speed in counter clockwise motion. The summer heat had come and made it's presence known quickly once the afternoon hours had come into full effect. By 2 PM, it was better to be inside instead of trying to fight the day in sunlight. Sitting beyond the closed garage door of the secluded mansion back in Hidden Hills was a sleek black 2009 year model Bentley Continental GT. It was parked opposite next to a black BMW that usually resided in the same spot after a day in town. The views shined with an aesthetic of prestige beyond tinted windows that created a level of privacy. Salma Hayek knew how to carry herself in class and style, passing on her trademark to Winston Moss as he was now learning from under her thumb.
Salma had already began growing more fond of Winston in the passing months, such feelings had resulted in her decision to take their relationship into a new direction. She had given him a taste of her adventurous side by introducing him to what she called 'La Caza', all beginning on that special afternoon when she had caught sight of Scarlett Johansson from afar and felt a lustful hunger brewing inside of her. The result was inviting the buxom blonde over to their hidden home for a day none of the three of them would ever forget. That event was now three months ago but it remained at the center of Winston's mind throughout many days he was alone without Salma's company, sitting at home and having wild fantasies about the woman he loved. It had amused him how Salma discarded Scarlett once she was of no use to them anymore that day, not even saying goodbye to the woman.
It was that cold, calculating and almost cutthroat demeanor that Winston admired so dearly from Salma. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and once satisfaction had been reached, whatever it was could easily be discarded. That was how she handled Scarlett once they were finished with her. When he had first met her and entered her inner-circle, he was afraid that she would do the same for him, but Winston knew better at this point. Salma had reassured him many times by now how useful she found him, as a man working for her and the ideal side affair. He wasn't about to complain, for the position he found himself in with this new life alongside her was worth every sacrifice he had made to start new again. Regret never crept it's way among his thoughts, especially not on a day like this when he had her beautiful face grinning back at him, flashing those perfect white teeth. Forty-seven years old, Salma's beauty proved to age finer than any wine.
Her big brown eyes gazed up at him as she sat down over the plush padded white table near the couch in the living room. It was the same white table they had made great use for various positions involving Scarlett a couple months ago. It was a Wednesday afternoon and Salma had called Winston in advance the previous day to give him notice she would be coming over to spend quality time with her side-man. Back in the kitchen, two wine glasses sat with only a few drops remaining at the bottom of one. A quick meal had been followed by a couple drinks and passionate kisses. Now Winston was standing shirtless in front of Salma, his hands shoved down into the pockets of his blue pair of gym trunks while she sat on that very table they found useful. Beyond her soft pink lips, her teeth were bared as she gave him a devious grin. Her long black hair split down the middle, flowing down her ears with a pair of large gold hoop ear rings that were lightly visible from beyond.
Down on the floor was a black blouse that had already been thrown to the side when she removed it from her voluptuous body. Winston didn't utter a word when Salma took off the lacy black bra that encased her world class, legendary breasts. That occurred merely a few minutes ago, along with slipping the black skirt off to disrobe the outfit she had arrived in. Only a black thong remained covering her luscious body and the pair of black high heel pumps that she didn't plan on removing. Her hands shoved down onto the edge of the padded white table, still grinning at him before she raised them up and squeezed her breasts between her arms. Down below, Salma could clearly see the poking bulge in the front of his shorts, proving that his hands weren't the only thing hidden from her eye within the last article of clothing on his body. Her eyes glared back up at him as she moved her arms away from her breasts.
Salma closed her eyes for a moment, roaming her hands down her bare tits and then playing with her nipples. Winston watched as she pinched both of them between her finger tips, then using that light grip to slightly pull them up before letting go. Her boobs bounced lightly as they escaped her grasp. Salma let out a soft moan, then gripping her tits once again to give them a light squeeze. All in all, he still refused to utter a single word and disturb this quiet display of absolute lust. Once she was done squeezing him with her tits shoved together, Salma let go and raised her arms, roaming her hands through her long black hair to move her locks beyond her shoulders and revealing her large golden hoop ear rings into his view. While doing this, she stood up and then gazed back into his eyes once more while biting down on her lower lip. Salma then proceeded to slowly lower herself down to her knees over the carpet below. Smirking at the bulge sticking up in his shorts, she proceeded to crawl slowly towards him.
Winston took a deep breath but still refused to say anything to break this silence among the room. Salma wasn't saying anything, as he only had the sound of her slight moan and deep breathing to give him any indication of what words may form from her soothing voice. When she came to a stop from crawling and began to rest on her knees, the Mexican goddess ran both of her hands up to the front of his pants to give his bulging cock a subtle squeeze. He breathed in heavily once more, looking down to see the grin over her face as she squeezed his dick from within the shorts once more. Salma glanced away from him and centered her focus on the front of his shorts, now roaming both of her hands over the front of them in a way to drive him wild, his cock still growing from her tease act. Gripping it with both hands again, Salma bit down on her lower lip and glanced up at Winston, giving him a goofy grin.
"Is there something you want down there, babe?"
Finally, he had spoken words to break the silence while feeling her squeezing his cock from within his pants. Salma quirked her eyebrows up before replying to him.
"Such a pointless question. You already know the answer, mi amor..."
She grinned at him one final time, with a 'matter of fact' answer in her low voice. Winston took a deep breath as Salma squeezed his cock for a final time. Moving both of her hands to the sides where the elastic band of his shorts was, he could see his bulging member poking up beneath her chin as she gazed up into his eyes while slowly sliding his shorts down. Strings of his ball hair became exposed but Winston could do nothing but stare down into those gorgeous brown eyes while Salma was pushing his shorts down with the palms of her hands. No underwear beneath to contain his cock as the semi-hard pole was released with a light bounce. Salma glanced away from Winston's face to look forward at his cock facing her. Raising up her right hand, she quickly wrapped her fingers around and leaned down to lick his thick shaft.
