Early October, 2017, Los Angeles, California.
One of the worst things about the lifestyle that I live is the random dry spells. Now I know I don't necessarily have to have wild sex with Ana, or whoever else wants to, but I definitely like to.
But because the women I fool around with are constantly busy multi-millionaires with legions of agents pestering them and a near infinite amount of offers and deals coming their way, that meant that sometimes the sex was pushed off to the side.
In a way, that made the end of the dry spells feel like euphoric bliss. Going weeks or even months without sex and then getting my cock strangled by whoever wanted it made the sex a hundred times better.
Ana was a great example. While sex with her was always great, (mostly due to her smile, her ass, and her accent) when she came back to me after months of being away, we'd be all over each other like we were drugged up and simply unable to stop.
For example, last year when Ana was gone for five months in Budapest for the filming of Blade Runner, I was losing it, despite the other girls that came around. Then when she came back home, we didn't share a word until I creampied her a record eight times in three hours.
The reason I'm talking about dry spells is because of Alison Brie. What's not to like about her? When she told me about her show with Betty Gilpin earlier in the year, I knew it'd be a while until we could really get in touch again.
Until today. It was a Thursday morning. Ana was busy with media obligations and I was in my office. It was a fairly easy day, I wasn't backlogged with emails or calls, so I could take some extended breaks. A ring at my door had me check the cameras first. Then I sprang out of my chair when I saw Alison standing there.
"Jason!" Alison beamed warmly when I opened the door.
"Alison! It's been a while." I said with a smile. Alison looked amazing as usual, dressed up in a pair of comfortable jeans with a matching solid jean jacket placed over a simple cotton light pink T-shirt. Her hair was long and freshly wavy.
"It certainly has. You busy?" Alison asked.
"Nope." I lied as I invited her inside. Alison placed her handbag on the table and sat on my couch.
"How've you been?" Alison asked with a polite, motherly smile.
"I've been pretty good. Mostly just working."
"Just working huh? That's what you told me last time." Alison smirked.
"It's true." I grinned.
"Anyway," Alison stood up. "I don't want to bother you too long. I just wanted to know if you were up to sort of a...catch up date?"
"Catch up?"
"Yeah. Me and Betty wanted to do a little double date. Maybe you and Ana? Or whoever you'd want to bring."
"Oh," My mind flashed to Betty Gilpin's tits. Not exactly the most gentlemanly thing to think, but... c'mon.
"Sure. When?" I answered.
"We were thinking about my house around Saturday afternoon. Probably around 2 or 3."
"That works. Ana and I are free."
"That's great!" Alison clapped. "It's gonna be an outdoor thing in my backyard. I got the tables and chairs repainted and I figured now was a perfect time."
"That's smart. It's gonna start getting cold. Well, cold for L.A at least." I chuckled. Alison laughed back.
"Is Ana not here?" Alison asked.
"No. Why?" I asked.
"That's a shame." Alison stood up and removed her jean jacket, placing it on the back of the couch with a pout.
"Why?" I knew where things were going, but I was still in the middle of work.
"Because... quickie threesomes are a thing right?" Alison huffed with a smile.
"I doubt it." I smiled back.
"Get over here." Alison purred while licking her bottom lip and sliding her hair behind her ears.
I did as I was told, walking towards Alison until my crotch was eye level with her. She stared up at me with those beautiful eyes as she slowly unbuttoned my dress pants and slid them down my legs, expertly pulling my underwear down along with it.
Alison let out a deep, feminine moan from the back of her throat when my dick came into view. It wasn't fully hard, but it seemed like Alison liked it that way.
"Y'know," Alison started as she planted a few kisses along my shaft and foreskin. "I haven't gotten laid since filming started."
"That's a shame." I said, appreciatively rubbing the back of her head.
"Yeah... real shame." She stifled a laugh before swallowing me whole. Alison's lips hit my pelvis as she kept her glowing eyes on me. My now semi-hard cock began twitching to life inside of her warm and wet maw. Alison smiled as she bathed my rapidly hardening dick in a wash of spit and tongue work.
"Hrggh..." Alison sputtered as I grew inside of her mouth, my cock head expanding and stretching until it jabbed the back of her throat. Alison's lips spread wide due to my girth growing. Alison then pulled back slightly, a shiny trail of spit left on my cock.
Alison kept her eyes on me as she lined her left hand up near my balls, wrapping her index finger and thumb around my shaft. Alison then slid her head back even further before sinking lower into the couch. She then sloppily licked at the underside of my cockhead, drenching it in even more spit as a few drops leaked down to her shirt.
Alison gave head like she was licking a popsicle on a warm summer day, lapping away at her own slime and a bit of my precum. Alison kept slipping and sliding her tongue around the first few inches of my cock with an impressive quickness. As more thin lines of spit fell, Alison wrapped her lips around the shaft and slowly bobbed her head back and forth, still only focused on the first half of my cock.
I groaned and briefly closed my eyes, knowing that if I kept staring at her I'd blow very fast. Alison pulled back with a loud pop before using her right hand to grip the collar of her shirt and pulling it down over her left tit. So firm and beautiful, that I immediately reached down to squeeze it, a solid handful of softness.
Alison moaned around my girth as I squeezed her perfect boob. Unfortunately, I heard a ding from my office across the room. We had to make this quick. Alison pulled off my cock and reached up to stroke it with both hands, her gorgeous face not leaving mine.
"You need to get back to work?" Alison asked, the slick sound of her working her spit into my shaft hypnotizing me.
"Sadly yes..." I groaned.
"Fuck my throat and cum." Alison huffed before opening her mouth as wide as possible. I grabbed the back of her head and slammed my dick into her throat just like she asked. Alison gagged hard, but she kept her eyes open. I wrapped her hair up into a makeshift ponytail with my left hand and kept my palm on the back of her neck with my right, fucking her hot and wet mouth like a pussy.
"Gluk! Gluk! Glurk!" Alison slobbered as she took all of my throatfucking. Alison's free, firm tit bounced back and forth erotically. Alison kept her mouth wide as a frothy, bubbly mass of spit built up around her lips and slathered my balls.
