I had seen pictures of her, but I had never been in the same room with anyone as hot as she was, never actually even spoken to a woman that beautiful. The sexy photos I had of her from the magazines made me realize I was looking at one of the most beautiful women in the world. The pictures of her were nudes in my favorite jack off magazine and they had also been in a few others and I had a collection of two others and had examined them often. She is incredibly sexy and has a body that makes men do crazy things, and it was displayed on the pages in the sexiest and most erotic poses I could remember seeing in any magazine or porn video. The sex shots were fantastic, with lots of penetration and oral, just what I loved.
It was clear she had the staring role in many men's erotic fantasies, and I knew personally she had the lead in most of mine. The chance to meet her, to actually hear her speak and look at her in person was a chance I couldn't pass up. There were three of us, two other guys with me who had won the opportunity to meet the star, the porn queen and we couldn't pass it up.
When we were introduced, the three of us stood like puppies in heat, our tongues hanging out panting, our heads spinning and our vision impaired. "Glad to meet you boys," she said with a smile that made our undies wet. She leaned in and kissed each one of us on the cheek.
Before she was led away I gathered myself and muttered, summoning more courage than I realized I had, saying, "You like coffee?" She turned and smiled.
"Are you asking me to have coffee with you?" she said with a bubbly tone in her voice.
I shrugged and nodded. "Sure," I said. "Why not?"
She looked me up and down again, smiled. "I'd love to," she said, ignoring the bodyguard who was shaking his head and putting a hand on my chest. "Bruno, let him be," she said. She looked me over again like a dog in the New York Dog Show and nodded. "Yeah," she said. "He'll do." Bruno took his huge hand off my chest and stepped back. She motioned me towards the limousine and smiled. "Yeah, he'll do just fine," she said. I got in the long car and sat on the large bench seat facing towards the back, then she scooted in next to me and put her arm around my neck.
There was a bouquet of flowers on the seat and she took a yellow rose from the bunch and gave it to me. I broke off the thorns and held it in my hand. The next thing I knew her lips were on my mouth and her tongue was searching for mine. Her hand took hold of my belt and ripped it off in one motion, her fingers then undid my pants and she took hold of my growing penis with a soft fist. She lifted her dress and threw a leg over my lap, then she guided my shaft to between her legs and settled down on my by-now erect penis and eased herself lower, pushing me into her, twisting her hips to drive me inside, getting me as deep as I could go into her tight pussy.
Overwhelmed by her aggressiveness, I lifted my hips and matched her body movement, thrusting my pelvis up to meet hers. Bruno stared ahead and looked out the window, obviously trained to not interfere with his employer's extracurricular activities. The driver kept the glass behind him up between the driver's seat and the passenger's section.
When the car stopped she swung off me and opened the door, then she took me by the hand and led me towards a large door in the entry of a palatial manor and into a huge entryway, down a hall, to a bedroom the size of a ballroom.
She threw her dress over her head and kicked off her shoes. Next came the underwear, the slip, and the stockings. She turned to me as I held my pants up with one hand and she pulled me out of them, slipped my boxers off, and almost ripped the buttons off my shirt. When we were both naked she literally tossed me on the bed and climbed on top, putting one knee on each side of me.
"Ride 'em cowgirl," she cried as she began to bounce over me with an energy I had rarely seen. She fucked me, and that was what it was, her doing me, with a wildness and intensity I had never experienced before. Most women I had been with were fairly passive, letting me fuck them as if it were a favor they were granting, but she was totally in control and there was no doubt about it. I was being fucked and it was clear who was in charge.
When she came it was with a howl, and she collapsed like a rag thrown over a towel rack, draping around me and covering my body with hers. When her breathing returned to close to normal she began to laugh. "So where is my fucking coffee?" she asked with a giggle, completely out of character.
The composed super model I had worshipped had vanished into a vamp that fucked like a banshee and swore like a sailor. "You fuck pretty good for a dweeb," she said with a cackle. "How are you at eating pussy?" she asked as if she worked on the docks.
