Author's Note: A big chapter here for the future of the story. Juliet is about to head off on her next movie shoot. So this is a big farewell-for-now fuckfest for John and Juliet. But there's some serious stuff to discuss at the end. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback. I hope you enjoy this one!
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"John, shit, please!" Juliet said with desperation. "Just put it in! Stop teasing me!"
"But you're so wet," I said, teasing. "You should see this. My god!"
I kept probing just inside her the opening of her pussy. She was insanely aroused. I had never seen her like this before. The juices dripped down her thighs, but they were thick like syrup. We had been teasing each other for the better part of three hours.
It started with me cooking lunch for Juliet, and while I worked in the kitchen? She drank Champagne and squirmed under the spell of a new Hush 2 butt plug I had bought her. She had worked her way up to the medium size. It vibrated, was bluetooth connected, and I could control it via an app. It still blew my mind how far sex toys had come. And I was truly amazed by how close Juliet came to cumming simply from the anal stimulation. She had become a marvelous student of backdoor pleasure.
After lunch, we skinny dipped in the pool. The sun was gloriously bright, and we played grabass and made out like a couple of teenagers. Our sunglasses were covered in water, obscuring our vision, so we relied on touch, and our lips smacked with urgency.
"I'm going to miss this," Juliet said.
"Me, too," I agreed. "But it's only temporary."
"No dick for more than a month is going to be tough," she said.
"I'm sure you could find a substitute," I said. "Isn't your co-star a notorious womanizer?"
"Kevin is a total pussy hound," Juliet said. "But no thanks. I'm there to make a movie, not to stoke drama."
"Then we better make this a good afternoon," I said, sliding a finger along her smooth slit.
"Mel doesn't come back for her shoot until tonight," Juliet said. "I have nothing to do except be your fuck doll."
"Jesus, I like the sound of that," I said, and our mouths merged again.
"Sit here," Juliet instructed.
We had drifted to the edge of the pool, and I pulled myself up on the smooth concrete ledge that created a shimmering, nearly black outer rim of the large, rectangular basin. I put my hands behind me, allowing my feet to dangle in the pleasantly warm water. I parted my thighs, and Juliet drifted between them. She perched her Persol sunglasses on top of her head and looked up at me with eyes nearly as blue as the water itself.
"Wait just a second," I said, as she moved her mouth toward my cock, which was already erect.
"What?" she said, cocking her head sideways and looking at me curiously.
"I just want to drink in this moment," I said. "I don't want to forget what you look like right now."
Juliet was below me. Her chin just cleared the level of the water. I could see the swell of her firm, pert breasts just cresting the water line, and the clear liquid created a distorted lens through which to view the compact junction of pleasure between her thighs. She smiled, and it felt brighter than the California sunshine to me.
"Why don't you just take a picture, John?" she suggested.
"Don't you think, you know, that's a bad idea?" I replied.
She laughed.
"What, do you think someone's going to hack your phone?" she said. "That's so 2014."
"I wouldn't want, I don't know, anything bad to happen," I said.
"Your phone is right there, sweetie," she said, waving her hand toward the table where I had dropped my things. "Mel and I do this all the time. Movies, too."
"Movies?" I said. "Now that's some behind-the-scenes footage I'd like to see."
"Maybe I'll show you sometime," she said. "Now scoot. I want that dick getting hard in my mouth so you can fuck me. And I won't beg."
I reached my long arms behind me and retrieved my phone without having to stand up. The motion made my cock thrust up high in the air. Juliet couldn't resist. She lurched forward and gave me a long lick from my dangling balls to the tip of my cock.
"You're sure?" I said, holding my phone.
"I'm sure," she said.
Her face changed. It became absolutely magnetic as she smiled, putting on what I called her movie star face. She had a way of flipping that switch and becoming absolutely electric. You couldn't look away from her when she did it. I clicked two pictures.
"Now," Juliet instructed, "switch to video and take a little private memento of me sucking this perfect dick."
"Now you're talking crazy," I said.
"Do it, Mr. Cameron," Juliet said. "Or I might never blow you ever again."
She put her sunglasses back on, and I decided to obey her. It was hypnotic, watching her work her mouth up and down my cock through my phone's camera. Here was Juliet Lawson sucking me off, and all in glorious 4K video at 120 frames per second. She exaggerated her efforts, gagging on my length until spit trailed down her chin. She made gulping sounds each time she took me into her throat. I finally got over the fact that I was filming it. I kept one hand on my camera, but leaned back on the other. I let out a long, happy sigh.
"Fuck, Juliet, you're so goddamn good," I said.
She let my cock out of her mouth with a pop.
"Thank you, sir," she said with a saccharine voice. "I only want to be a good slut for you."
"Christ," I said, fighting hard to hold back my peak.
Juliet knew it was coming rapidly, so she stopped. She gave me a teasing smile.
"Time to put down the camera, stud," she said. "I've got two more holes for you to fill."
"You want to get out of the sun?" I suggested.
"Yeah," she said.
I helped Juliet out of the pool. She was light as a feather, getting down an extra five pounds for the movie she was about to go shoot. It was a draconian diet of cocaine and calorie controls that got her there, but it was simply a given going into production.
She toweled off as we walked toward the house. We didn't make it very far inside, though. Juliet stopped and bent over the back of the sofa just inside the patio doors. She had one leg raised high and reached behind to spread her cheeks open.
"Take my pussy first, baby," she said, her voice turning husky.
And that's when I had started teasing her. Maybe it was payback for the luxurious blow job. Maybe I didn't want to get to the fucking part of the afternoon because I knew it would only bring us closer to her inevitable departure sooner. It was only five weeks, I told myself. That wasn't terribly long in the realm of major Hollywood film productions.
"Take a picture of how wet I am," Juliet said. "That way you can look at that whenever you want and stop fucking teasing me. God! Please, John!"
I ran the head of my cock up and down her slit one more time, gathering as much of her nectar as I could. It dripped down my shaft like honey. I took a picture. Her pussy was so swollen and aroused, I could feel her pulse thumping with each beat of her heart. It would be cruel to make her wait any longer, I decided. And if Juliet was going to be cock-free for five weeks? I wanted her to feel this. For days, if possible.
My hands gripped her hips strongly, with more force than I normally used. Juliet always held something like an upper hand in intimate situations because of her fame. For once, I tried to ignore that and just treat her like another woman I was lucky enough to possess. I slammed into her cunt, meeting no resistance because of how wet she was.
"Fuck! Yes!" Juliet cried. "There it is!"
My earlier adventure with the vibrating butt plug had made her asshole relaxed, and it showed. I wormed a finger into her back door, and she responded with approval.
"Yeah, baby," she said. "Treat me like any other slut. Use these holes. Own them. Fuck me so good I have to get myself off every night to get to sleep."
I grabbed her beautiful blonde hair and jerked her head back.
"Fine," I said with a growl.
"Ow!" she yelped. "Harder!"
There are few things more satisfying than succumbing to sexual pleasure after endless teasing. But this was the most magical post-deprivation reward I could remember. Juliet was so eager, so desperate. Her mouth wove a tapestry of obscenities that spurred me on. She wanted it harder. Deeper. Faster. My hips slammed into her so hard, I was sure we would both end up bruised.
"Put another finger in my ass," she demanded.
Sex with Juliet had almost always been like a sacred, eucharistic event. I worshiped at the altar of her flesh, grateful and devoted. This was something different. We had reached a new plane. I hesitated to think of it as equality, but we were discovering new sides of our physical need for one another.
"You're such a hot little slut," I said.
"Yes!" she said approvingly. "Talk dirty to me."
"Take my cock, slut," I continued. "I'm gonna fill you up like the cum hungry bitch you are."
That ignited something inside her. Juliet cried out in orgasm. Her body convulsed, and she clawed at my hips, urging me to keep fucking her. I spanked her firmly, and her body shuddered again. With only a few more strokes, she had a second orgasm. She had lost her mind in a way I had never seen -- at least not with a man. I had seen her with Melanie. That was something different entirely. I liked to think that this approached it.
"Give me that hot load of jizz," she said. "Don't hold back for a second."
I merely grunted in response and kept up my pace. Juliet reached one hand beneath us, finding my balls and squeezing them.
"I want that fucking cum," she said.
She stopped playing with my balls and started fingering her clit. She came a third time, squeezing my cock like a vise as she did, and it pushed me to the brink.
