Note- Another tall tale with no basis in truth whatsoever.
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Jennifer Lopez closed her window shade to dim the light from outside of the Airbus 3800. As did most of the other passengers in the Business Class section of the Thai Airways flight from LAX to Hong Kong. Their entertainment screens were still blank due to a failure in the system and Jennifer Aniston, seated next to Salma Hayek, visibly shook when the Mexican actress yelled across to another passenger who was angrily stabbing his non working video screen.
"El hijo de perra!"
Salma's eyes glared and her hand made a chopping motion in the air and the shaken man ceased his futile but irritating actions.
"Mierda!"
Five hours had passed since the plane had left LA and there were still ten more boring hours to go.
"You seem a little edgy, Salma. Why don't you talk to us for a while? Relief some of that tension."
"Yeah, please tell us how much of a sex Queen you are."
Jennifer Lopez had ruffled Salma's feathers once too many, and her blood boiled at having to share seats with her on the long haul flight.
"Well? Tell us about your the best fuck you ever had."
"Where do I even begin? Sooo many men, so much sex. I will simply tell you about my last week. It was plenty hot. I have just finished filming on my latest movie 'The Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard' and I had my eye on two of the guys with smaller roles. Teddy and Tony were two well hung black stunt men and over the course of the week they were on set I made it obvious to them that I found them both desirable. A look here, a sly comment on their physique now and again, it didn't take much for them to get their attention. On my last day I acted."
x
If you think of Latina women as being fiery and strong willed then you would be entirely accurate. Red hot blood runs through their veins and this is evident in their every day life, not to mention their raunchy love making.
Salma didn't consider herself to be a dominatrix per se, just sexually dominant. She knew exactly what turned her on and expected her lovers to comply with her wishes and desires, no matter what she demanded. And that didn't mean having submissive men in her bed , oh no, the bigger the better was her motto and Salma had a particular taste for black bulls.
"Heaven."
Salma flopped naked onto her super soft bed and spread out like a starfish on her back. Her eyes drooped and her body glowed despite her exhaustion trying to take her off to sleep. Her pussy demanded attention and she kneaded her heavy breasts as she writhed on her shapely behind like the insatiable sex kitten she was. Her restless hands moved south, scraping her abdomen and lower belly in a deliberately slow and teasing motion. Her legs kicked out into the shape of a V and her hips bucked up to greet her right hand.
"Si, si!"
The tempestuous beauty caressed her inner thighs with her long scarlet nails and flicked at her extraordinary large clitoris that had emerged fat and swollen from it's hood. As she lifted her head to look she dipped two fingers inside her plump muff and probed her pink inner folds. Moaning softly her fingers glided in and out smoothly and her juices wetted the palm of her hand Salma fished for her favourite pink dildo with the detailed shaft and rubbed it against her wet pussy. Her perfectly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair glistened from the numerous tiny drops of pussy sweat and her legs shook as she applied some lubrication to the ominous looking ten inch sex toy. She circled her pussy entrance with the business end and received a welcome spasm. Totally absorbed in her own pleasuring she used two hands to push the false cock into her cunt, making her gasp aloud and cry out.
"Me enchanta!"
As she began to fuck herself she lifted her left leg up at the knee and twisted the big dildo clockwise with every thrust home. after three straight minutes Salma had the thing buried deep inside and the impressive size and penetration had her cunt puddling under her stunning backside. Faster now she slammed the dildo in and out, still double handed, pulling it out almost all the way before filling her up again. Her toes curled down into the sheet and her head swam as her orgasm built with that insatiable urge to erupt, like an electrical charge rushing to her loins.
"Almost there."
On and on she pumped her pussy and she reveled in the divine bumps and ridges along the thick shaft rubbing on her inner walls. As she became slicker and slicker the dildo was deliciously stuffed inside her and she kept fucking herself as she exploded in an intense climax. She slowly removed the dildo, squeezing it with her pussy muscles as she reluctantly let it slip out, and then she closed her thighs to savour the final waves of her orgasm. Opening her eyes to the sound of a strangled cry Salma focused on the naked form of a young twenty year old male sitting across from her in an easy chair.
"Pardon, mi amigo. Please cum now."
Chris choked back a cry of gratitude and jerked his throbbing erection at high speed until he sprayed his seed in his sweaty fist. The huge Salma Hayek fan from Idaho had won a competition to spend the day with the famed movie star and she had graciously let him watch her masturbate as an extra treat. On the proviso that he not touch her, nor his own stiff cock.
"Thank you, thank you!" He stuttered as he ogled her dappled body with the heaving bosom and sensuous squirming.
x
Earlier the same day the excited Chris Schram had flown to LA from Boise and was then driven by chauffeur straight to the film set where Salma had just wrapped on her latest action movie. The young awe struck fan had been unsure about who should speak until finally his all time favourite actress spoke.
"You got me on a free day but I still have one or two matters to finalise. You are quite welcome to join me, just don't speak until I permit it. Clear?"
"As daylight."
Chris knew his place with the strong willed Mexican Senorita and was perfectly happy to tag along for the special day. She looked stunning in a delightful cashmere dress in royal blue with black stockings and calf length boots. The gentle flow of her black hair fell across the deep cleavage of her firm and full breasts, and at the rear her buttocks thrust out and up superbly.
"Is...is that a gun?"
The nervous fellow had noticed the glint of a weapon tucked inside Salma's small clutch and looked back at her as she shrugged.
"Si."
She fished out an imposing looking revolver and held it up in the bright sunlight.
"On this movie 'Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard' I've been fascinated by all the guns being used. So phallic. This is my new Smith and Wesson Model 610 10MM. It's stainless steel and fits so snugly in my palm."
"Is, is it loaded?"
"No. I just fancy a little fun with some of the guys. Come on."
They were standing outside of a large building and a cool breeze helped cool the air from the bright sun. He hadn't pressed his hostess as to why they had come here but it was all part of the fun for the shy Idahoan.
"Wow, you're making a sequel to Hitman's Bodyguard? That's my favourite movie with you in it."
"Gracias. This way, amigo." She told him as he gazed into those sensuous flashing eyes.
Salma approached a door on the north side and he followed her inside, his eyes focused on her broad hips swiveling in front of him. They walked down a small corridor to another door which opened out onto a long dark room with several tables which had a dozen wooden chairs stacked on top. As his eyes adjusted to the interior of the windowless room he could make out two large shapes sitting at one of the tables.
"Buenas Dias! Que tal?"
Chris remained behind Salma's slinky silhouette bemused and silent. She moved to the table and sat on the edge. The two stunt men, Teddy and Tony, looked enthralled at Salma's jutting bust and luscious crossed legs that just displayed the black bands at the tops of her dark nylons.
"You wanted to see us, Miss Salma?"
"Of course, boys. I couldn't leave without saying a proper goodbye."
Both black men were dressed in dark suits and dark shirts and were positively hypnotized by her piercing eyes, burning crimson lip gloss with the curled, almost cruel smile. As she leaned in further her pendulous boobs under her low cut dress were mere inches from the faces of the burly stunt men.
"I see you both staring at my breasts. Do you like them? Look, I don't have all day. We have a situation here. The whole time I was on set I kept checking you guys out. Every night I found myself wet just thinking of you two."
"What?"
"You heard me. VERY wet. I don't have sex on a regular basis. I want you both to fuck me. Right here, right now. And I won't take no for an answer."
Salma produced the menacing Smith and Wesson and pointed it straight at the alarmed black men. She lifted her left boot onto the table edge and her tiny thong yawned between her stocking sheathed thighs. Both men stood and even from his point of view Chris could make out their gigantic hard on's that seemed about to burst from their pants.
"Miss Salma! Is that loaded? Asked Teddy in a panic.
"Maybe. Is that?"
Salma grinned as she pointed the barrel at Tony's groin.
"Just do as I say and we'll get along. Clear?"
They looked at each other in mute silence and Chris wondered why Salma Hayek felt the need to force the men to make love to her. With her looks and temperament surely there was a long long of willing men at her bedroom door. Maybe it was just her dominant side coming to the fore.
"Damn, brother. You gonna say no to screwing Salma fucking Hayek?" Whispered Teddy from the corner of his mouth.
