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.
