This is a work of erotic fiction involving Jennifer Lopez and Catherine Zeta-Jones.
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So there I sat in the plush hotel suite with Catherine Zeta-Jones and Jennifer Lopez. How I got there is not important. What happened next is.
It'd been a hot day running from interview to interview, and both the girls and myself were pretty worn out. Catherine and J-lo had both been royal bitches. (which is typical, I later found out). Now we were all just glad to be able to relax in some AC and do nothing.
"UGH I hate this shit!" Catherine complained. She was dressed in tight black leather pants with a wide leather belt and a tight blue top. All day she'd been bitching about how she was sweating her ass off in those pants. J-lo and I pleasantly reminded her how she'd insisted on wearing them despite us pointing out how hot it would be. It didn't help. So now she had her body draped over a chair, and was fanning herself with her hands. I couldn't help but notice the way she looked in those tight leather pants, and to be honest it was giving me a hard-on.
J-lo reclined quietly on the sofa, wearing her well-chosen loose-fitting sheer slacks and blouse. The thing about those slacks was that the material tended to be clingy in ALL the right places. J-lo commented on how nice it was to be in the AC, which I quickly agreed to. I suddenly realized that being in the presence of these two hot n' sweaty honies was making my cock want to tear out of my jeans.
"Well, Catherine, " I began, too late to stop myself, "Why don't you slip out of those hot pants and cool off?" I immediately felt like a moron.
"Ugh." Catherine scoffed. She rolled her eyes and went back to fanning herself.
"Naughty, naughty!" Teased J-lo. I looked over to see her grinning at me mischievously.
Relieved that J-lo had broken the awkward tension I'd created, I joked back at her. "Yeah I deserve a spanking!"
"Well come over here, naughty boy!" Jennifer beckoned to me with a corny slutty look. I laughed it off.
"Go on then, Mr. Eager," I looked over to see Catherine, who was suddenly very attentive to the conversation, and looking at me sternly. I paused out of confusion. "Well?" She continued.
I looked over at J-lo, who just gave me another sexy look, this time less campy and more real. I cautiously approached her.
"C'mon," she patted her lap, "bend over my knee."
At this point I thought I was suffering from heat stroke. But I did as J-lo asked, and found myself bent over her lap with my ass in the air. She delivered the first smack more firmly than I'd expected, yet the one to gasp and breathe through her teeth was Catherine.
"Do it again, Jen, harder!" Catherine ordered. She was now sitting upright in her chair. I paused to admire the incredible curve of her tight-leather clad ass bent on the seat.
Jennifer whacked my ass twice more, then began to giggle at the silliness of the whole situation. I laughed with her.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Catherine groaned. She stormed over and sat on the couch, grabbed me by the arm and bent me over her smooth leather. The feeling of my hard cock bumping against her thigh was almost enough to make me lose it right there. Catherine proceeded to spank me viciously. With every smack, however, her breathing got heavier and deeper, and she became visibly turned on. I couldn't see J-lo in the position I was in, but I could imagine the look on her face watching this animalistic sexuality begin to ooze from Catherine.
Suddenly, Catherine slid me off her lap. Before I could hit the floor, her hands were undoing her belt. She threw her head back as she unzipped her leather pants with her left hand and plunged into them with her right. She began doing her thing in front of me and J-lo without reservation. "Ohhh GOD that feels good!" she cried out, momentarily lifting her ass off the couch in pleasure.
I looked over at Jennifer, who now had her hand over her mouth to hide her giggling. J-lo giggled to take the edge off of uncomfortable or intense situations, and this was most certainly the latter. Her eyes never strayed from trying to get a better glimpse at the action in Catherine's pants, however.
"Jen, honey?" Catherine spoke in a sweet, yet unmistakably stern tone, and without lifting her head from her erotic repose.
"Yes, Catherine?" J-lo replied, brought back to her senses by Catherine's voice.