"I missed this," I thought I heard.
With my face buried in Kat Dennings' bursting cleavage, I could be forgiven for not hearing her right. Nevertheless, I chose to believe I heard her right and said, "Me too," although I probably made it hard for her to hear me.
"Well, doy," I heard a little better. At that point, I finally lifted my head out of her chest, and she used her lips to cover mine instead of talking some more.
I relaxed onto the ratty fake TV couch of Kat's ratty, fake TV apartment set, while Kat laid on top of me. She was still in her yellow, red striped TV waitress uniform from 2 Broke Girls, the show we both worked on - although she did much more than me.
For this first day back on the set for Season Four, we were doing what we did after the first day of shooting in Seasons Two and Three. And a few days in between both seasons. And once or twice near the end of Season One.
Not only had the show survived this long, but so did our unspoken agreement to have...encounters like this every so often. It wasn't extremely regular, and we usually kept from this when one of us was in an actual relationship - usually. But whenever we had a particularly great need for relief, here we were - pawing and fucking on the set after hours.
We hadn't gotten to the fucking yet so far, of course. I was still too busy getting reacquainted with Kat's tits, content to let them barely stay in her uniform. I was enjoying getting reacquainted with her luscious lips just as much, until Kat pulled away.
"You've been patient long enough. Let's pretend that for a little while," Kat stated, before lowering her zipper down that last little inch, so that her tits could fully come out. "The sooner you get to see my main event again, the sooner I get to know yours again."
I knew she wouldn't wait much longer for it, just like I barely could. So I reached out to squeeze and hold about 40 percent of Kat's incredible tits, before she went down my body and took them away. Still, I wouldn't be sad about it for too long.
Within moments, Kat unzipped my pants and reached right in without teasing. She quickly pulled out what she'd been waiting for, letting it stick up high in the air.
Kat had the greatest tits, fullest lips, deepest eyes, curviest figure and roundest ass I could ever hope to know. All I brought to the table was an 11-inch cock. I let her pretend that balanced it out, and let myself do it too.
"There it is," Kat said, almost sounding like she was squeaking, which wasn't like her. But I brushed it aside when she started brushing my cock with her hand - and when she brushed my head with her lips.
"Mmm...I could tell you what I've been practicing on this summer. But showing you should do the trick," Kat teased. She showed me and then some by taking my balls into her right hand, thoroughly licking the shaft of my cock up and down, and then doing the same to my sides.
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the old favorites," Kat assured. She licked me up and down a few more times before breaking out my favorite - and I hoped hers too.
With my cock lubed up, it was easier for Kat to trap it between her tits and start pumping them up and down. After a few thrusts, she kept her breasts still and let my head come out, putting her in position to stick her tongue out, lick and bat around my head with her tongue, then give it a deep suck.
I held my breath, nearly as much as I held my cock and cum back, as Kat suckled my head, squeezed her marshmallow tits harder on me and burned me up with a smoldering stare from her deep blue/green eyes. Then she came off and just circled her tongue on my head as she looked at me.
After stroking me with her tits a little while longer, she took them off and suddenly lowered her mouth halfway down my cock. She then fit at least four more inches in with less effort than I expected - it was certainly harder the first few times. I could have sworn she got one more inch down her throat - a new record - before sucking deeply and coming off.
"Jesus, you were practicing," I gasped.
"Almost perfect, but not quite," Kat said anyway. She then slid her tongue all over my cock again, quickly shoved it back down her mouth, then came off just as fast - leaving a trail of saliva running down it.
"Oh my God..." I heard myself say. But upon further review, it didn't completely sound like me. It sounded...
"Wait, that wasn't you," Kat said out loud. "And I was saving that for after you came, so..."
"Oh, shit," we both heard - and it didn't come out of either our mouths. It was feminine, but it wasn't in Kat's smart alack voice. It sounded squeakier and more nasal...almost like...
No fucking way.
"No fucking way! Kim?!" Kat asked out loud as I asked it in my brain. What's more, she actually got up from the couch - without bothering to fit her tits back in the uniform - and rushed over to the tiny on set kitchen.
Behind the window nearby was a person who was apparently spying on us. The same special guest star that was in the actual episode hours earlier. One of the few women who had more downloads of leaked nudity than Kat did - only hers was more on purpose, and more graphic. And with a black guy who wasn't the equally famous/infamous black guy she was married to now.
Yet none of that stopped Kim Kardashian from looking in on us anyway. And she couldn't stop Kat from catching her and dragging her onto the set in full view too.
By then, I managed to get my cock back in my pants - and I thought I caught Kim watching the tail end of it. In fact, I almost heard another squeak from her before Kat spoke up. "What the hell, Kim K?" she demanded, before finally remembering to cover herself up too.
I bit back a disappointed squeak when she zipped back up, which perhaps made me glare at Kim even harder. She had a figure hugging white dress on, like the one she wore during taping - the one I tried not to stare at enough for anyone, especially her or Kat, to see. Given my rather blue state down below, I couldn't afford to study it too closely here either.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Kim cried out, which kind of helped make my boner manageable. "I was busy on the phone, then I heard you guys, then I couldn't look away...you know how it is, right?"
"No, enlighten us," Kat shot back.
"Well...come on, you gotta know better than anyone, right? With that?" Kim gestured to me. "I know that's the biggest white cock I've ever seen. I don't know about you." Somehow, that both helped and hurt my efforts to calm my erection down.
"You know, at least you knew you were putting on a show with a big cock back then! I didn't get that kind of heads up now!" Kat pointed out. "Speaking of which, where's that phone of yours? Tell me it's still stuck on your own game and we'll be a little better!"
"I finished it way before this, I swear!" Kim claimed. With that, Kat just huffed and sighed, more resigned than angry now. As for me, I was still just a quiet, trying not to be hard spectator.
Still, I spent all day seeing Kat Dennings and Kim Kardashian - two women whose famously busty, curvy, ample, hourglass figured naked bodies I knew intimately, for vastly different reasons - standing together. Seeing them stand together now, in my state, was wearing me down even more.
Especially since I already knew Kim liked what she saw. If only by white cock standards. Kat already showed how much she liked and missed it, and she didn't look happy that she had to stop.
"You know, it's our own fault we don't meet like this more," Kat started. "I got no one other than him to blame but me for going months without...that. But when you're finally ready to see something like that again, you kind of want to get on with it! Without an audience! At least without one on purpose!"
"Oh, really?" Kim asked. "Well...does it matter to you that there's a bigger audience for this?"
With that, Kim turned around, bent down and started rolling the bottom of her dress up. Somehow, someway, she got it up enough to completely uncover her...most valued asset. And it didn't even have panties on.
"I know you've been staring at it all day. Now that you've seen it, it's not important that someone else is too, is it? I mean, it doesn't sound like you're exclusive or anything!" Kim said.
"Wait a minute, I wasn't..." I objected.
"And I wasn't talking to you," Kim stated, with her back and her bare, famous ass still turned to us. But if she wasn't talking to me...and I was still confident I was discreet about checking her ass out...then...
One look to a frozen Kat said it all.
"Okay, okay, you got me! But...come on, man! Look at it! The whole world has, but damn! You can't blame them!" Kat said to me, I think. "I know, I know, but...if she's putting it out there and she actually wants to, who am I to turn away? Who are any of us, really?"
"So...this is leading to what?" I tried to make sense of this again.
"It means don't stop the show on my account," Kim said. "Otherwise..." She paused to lower her dress and turn around, which made both of us squeal in disappointment.
I mean, we could have just looked it up online, but...seeing that ass in person was something that couldn't be passed up. At least as long as the only person who's technically supposed to see it in person wouldn't be coming by.