Chapter 7 -- Scott experiences the porn star within Ann
The drive home took probably only took 15 minutes, but it seemed like an hour. Ann kept reaching over periodically, and squeezing my cock. Whispering things into my ear about what she was going to do to me, and how hard I was going to cum for her. As we reached the driveway she did it again.
Reaching over and squeezing my package through the denim I was wearing she pressed her lips against my ear. "Ok stud, I'm going inside, you are going back out to the store and picking up a few things." My cock stirred again at her pressure and the thought of what was to come. "There's a list of things in the glove box, be sure to pick up all of them at the corner drug store."
She silently slipped out of the truck and into the front door of the house. I stayed there ensuring she was in safely before backing out of the driveway and heading for the drug store.
Arriving I grabbed the list out of the glove box, I scanned it, as I walked in. Interesting list I thought. Not much on it, some ribbed condoms, "weird" I said out loud she was on the pill, oh well, she might want to experiment I thought. Next on the list was a bottle of Crème de Menthe, a liqueur a previous girlfriend had used on me in college, this is going to be an interesting night indeed. Last on the list was the word "prescription". I went to the counter in the back and picked that up, Viagra? What? I didn't have any trouble keeping it up, especially with Ann. Hell she has made me cum 5-6 times in a row without a break. What was this about? Oh well, I thought, when it comes to my own sexual gratification, I am completely devoted to her every wish.
The drive back to the house my head was filled with different scenarios, what was she planning? I thought of how the waitress at the restaurant had ogled her just an hour ago. I thought of the truck driver this afternoon practically running us off the road staring at her bare breasts. "Wow!" I said out loud, "what a lucky bastard I am!". Ann was incredible, and whatever she had planned to finish off my birthday, I couldn't wait to get home. My cock throbbed again inside my jeans thinking of what was about to happen. I was excited without having any idea what was going on. Before I knew it, my headlights were shining on my garage door. Shutting off the truck, I grabbed the bag of "goodies" and walked quickly towards the front door.
A note was hanging on the door. It read: Scott, follow my instructions to a tee: 1. Take one of the blue pills.....trust me. 2. I placed some dry clothes on the porch swing for you; put them on before you walk into the house. 3. Be prepared for the most unbelievable night of your life.
It was signed with a cute little smiley face with a tongue sticking out, like a child would put on a note to a friend. "Cute" I thought. I opened the bag, removed the bottle of Viagra. Opened it, and took one pill as ordered, replacing the cap and putting it in the bag, I walked over to the porch swing. She wanted me to change out here, in front of our house!? Well, at least it was dark and I might not freak the neighbors out. As I grabbed the clothes I realized what she had put out for me, my navy blue pinstripe suit, and red "power" tie, oxblood wingtips, the whole deal. This was my "presidential suit" I reserved for important interviews, closing big deals, and giving speeches. I was relieved to get out of the wet clothes I was wearing; the rain had soaked me through and through earlier this evening. Putting on the suit, I grabbed my "bag of goodies" and entered the house.
The front of the house was dark, but the back of the house, the living room and kitchen area was bright with light, I began walking toward the kitchen. My leather soles creaked the wooden floors beneath my feet as I walked through the home.
Just then Ann came into view, just ten feet from me, she was holding a birthday cake with candles lit, and was singing to me, "Happy Birthday," she was blond! Obviously wearing a blond wig, she had on a white strapless dress that hugged her torso; it shimmered with fake diamonds sewn all over it. The bottom fanned out a little from her and was pleated down to just above her knees, white fishnets that disappeared beneath the dress and finishing off the were a pair of 5 inch high heels, with straps surrounding her ankles. She looked like, 'Marilyn Monroe' I thought, she kept singing "....Mr. President..." Oh my, she WAS Marilyn Monroe, well at least recreating a memorable scene from the White House, years ago with President Kennedy. We'd never role-played before but this was going to be fun! She continued to sing, holding the cake as I made my way to her, she looked incredible. My eyes quickly surveyed the room, and I noted the video camera, perched upon a tripod in the corner between the kitchen and living room, it's little red light on, clearing already videotaping the two of us.
"Make a wish Mr. President, and blow out your candles," she stated in a sultry voice.
I complied, wishing for only one thing, and given my day so far, it was a pretty obvious one. She set the cake on the counter to my left, "before I cut that cake for you, I have something I wanted to show you," she said with that devilish grin crossing her face again.
She stepped back against the edge of the 8 foot heavy oak table. She then slid her hands down her body, and grasped the bottom of her skirt and began slowly lifting it higher on her legs. I found out quickly where the fishnets stopped, about mid-thigh, oh those sensual thighs, attached was a garter belt heading high up the skirt. My cock sprung to attention, stiffening immediately at this gorgeous sight in front of me. She continued to slide the skirt higher, in a moment it was high enough that I could see her bare pussy. My eyes must have popped out again, because she giggled.
She scooted back so her ass was now on the table, legs spread wide, she'd dropped her grasp on her dress, and was now leaning back on her hands, exposing her most sensitive flesh to me in the most inviting of ways. Precum began to leak from my cock, I could feel it beginning to soak through the red silk boxers she gave me to wear.
"Wouldn't you like a piece of pie, before you try your cake?" she coyly stated.
I didn't need any more encouragement. I stepped to her quickly, bent over at the waist and pushed my tongue deep into her wetness. She squealed! I dove into her hole, wanting the first taste of her sweet honey. My tongue pulled out and slid through her slit, finding her clit, beginning my slow assault on her little button, she groaned loudly, I looked up at her.
"Mmmmm, yes baby, lick my pussy, mmmmmm!" she moaned.
She was leaning forward, watching my every move, I noticed her glance over at the camera and flash a smile, which was pointing right at us with a great diagonal view of me lapping at her sweet pussy. She tasted great, fresh and clean, she must have taken a quick shower while I was at the store. Her scent and taste we too much, I wanted her to cum right now, I continued my ravaging of her clit, faster, and increasing my pressure.
"Oh yes baby, oh, yes that feels so good, mmmm, suck my clit!" she yelped.
I did as I was told, I sucked her clit into my mouth feverishly, as I sucked it between my lips, my tongued flickered hard over it, and it was too much for this little slut. She shuttered, her body tensed, her hips rose off the table, meeting my mouth, her pussy lips engorged a little, and a wave of ecstasy washed over her. My cock was now pumping out a gallon of precum, I'd soaked the boxers, and it was now leaking onto my suit pants.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, ........mmmmmmm..........Thank You Mr. President!" she smiled coyly again as her body relaxed.
She pushed me out of her crotch, now soaked with her own juices. She kneeled before me, and looked up at me as she unzipped my fly, making sure that she was at the right angle for the camera to catch her facial expressions. Grasping my cock firmly, she pulled me out into the open air, a small relief for my raging hard-on.
