Story 2-playful mood

Summary:

Blair is spending the summer at her father's large estate. She is not happy that her father's client, the infamous Hollywood bad boy Dustin Holloway, is in seclusion at the property. She has been clear that she despises Dustin. Being exposed to men like him has inspired her to remain a virgin.

One night Blair catches Dustin in a moment of despair. She sets asides her disdain for him and offers him a listening ear. They talk daily and become close after that. Blair soon finds herself falling in love. She wants Dustin to be her first. She devises a plan to seduce him.

After Blair loses her virginity to Dustin, she walks in on him with his on and off again lover, Shakira. Blair decides to join them for a threesome to stake her claim on Dustin. The threesome turns into a competition for Dustin's loyalty and affections.

Virgin, Younger Girl with Older Man, Kissing, Titty Sucking, Big Breast, Big Cock, Pussy eating, Humping, Dick Sucking, Girl on Girl, Doggystyle, Dick Riding, Anal Rimming, Finger fucking, Dick Riding

Story:

My friends would be livid if they ever found out. They might even disown me once they counted the lies I had fed them. I had no choice. Much was at stake. My father was a powerful and well-connected Hollywood executive with many responsibilities. His position required him to be a negotiator, guardian, and even a fixer at times. I had a fabulous life because he was great at his job.

The secret I was keeping was Dustin Holloway's location. He was an infamous Hollywood bad boy with a long list of scandals and public missteps. His millions of mostly female fans adored him. Their universal sign of devotion was flashing their tits with “I've been dusted!” painted across them.

Dustin was hiding out at my dad's secluded estate after his last fuckup. My father and his other handlers made the problem go away with little noise.

They then told his fans that Dustin was stepping out of the spotlight for a few months to tend to some personal issues.

I must admit that all six foot two inches of him was super fine. He was a thirty eight year old stud. Big, broad shoulders; long, thick and cut arms and legs; a muscular rippling six-pack and a firm but juicy tush pretty much summed up his magnificent outsides. It was who he was on the inside that disgusted me.

Dustin Holloway was a highly conceited, overrated, womanizing prick. Not only did he refuse to shy away from his revolting image, he banked on it. He parlayed his dubious history into a multi-million dollar empire and didn't care who he hurt to do it. I had been exposed to jerks like this all my life.

I learned quickly to stay away from men like Dustin. I vowed not to be like some of the women whose hearts he broke. I was holding on tightly to my heart and body. I had never had a boyfriend and I was still a virgin. Men like Dustin were the reason why.

I had met him many times over the last few years. My dad asked me to be nice to him but I wasn't. I grilled him about some of his misogynistic lyrics. I chided him about the example he was setting for kids. I berated him about his drug abuse and several failed stints in rehab. He responded only with a smile and nod. I assumed he'd go crying and whining to my dad but he didn't. He still treated me well despite my harsh judgment.

I was curious how we'd all navigate the summer together. The grounds were large enough that we could go days without seeing each other. My father would be golfing the months away at his beloved country club. I usually spent my summers in Europe with my mom. She was on her honeymoon so I decided to stay at my dad's to complete my first novel before I began grad school in the fall.

Dustin knew that as far as I was concerned, he was unwelcome. I would see him in his bedroom window. He watched me as I wrote by the garden in the morning and the pool in the afternoon. He smiled and waved. I flipped him the bird and rolled my eyes. This went on for about the first couple of weeks. It was comical that he was scared to venture out of his room.

I first witnessed Dustin's humanity by accident. There was a large cabin that bordered the pond. It was a perfect night to polish off a bottle of sangria while stargazing. I didn't expect that the star I'd be gazing at was Dustin. I

heard him before I saw him. He was sitting in the corner of the deck crying his eyes out. He was mumbling to himself. He seemed too distraught to ignore.

“Hey there, Dustin,” I whispered as I approached him. He was facing away from me with his arms and head resting on his knees. He didn't see me and his wailing drowned me out. I tried twice more with the same results. “Dustin!” I finally yelled.

“Oh, shit. It's you!” He jumped to his feet in horror. He frantically wiped the tears and snot from his face.

“Look,” he pleaded. “If you don't mind, I really don't need any of your insults right now. I'll just get out of your way.” He turned to leave. I stopped him.

“No, don't go. If you need a place to cry, this is as perfect a place as any. I know from experience.”

“You cry?” he asked with a slight smile.

“Yes. I'm a writer. I have an expansive array of emotions.”

“Yes, I've experienced some of them,” he joked. I laughed with him for the first time ever. I invited him to share my sangria and to tell me about his tears. He bore his soul for hours and for hours, I listened. We cried and laughed together. There was way more to him than he ever let on and I was wrong to judge him. That was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep with him sobbing in my lap.

The sun woke us the next morning. He hugged me and thanked me for the night before. After that evening, we became extremely close. We talked for hours each day. We bounced creative ideas off of each other and even wrote a song together. Once removed from the trappings of fame, Dustin was an amazing person and I was grateful for the chance to commune so intimately with him.

I was falling in love and I knew it. I had let good men pass me by because of fear. I wasn't going to put the brakes on this time. I suffered no delusions. I knew that Dustin's change would last only as long as his seclusion. I didn't care. I knew that whatever I started with him wouldn't be forever. I didn't need forever. I'd be overjoyed with having him for just the rest of the summer.

As I predicted, my father spent most of his time at the country club. We would meet in the city for lunch weekly. He was glad to notice that I was

being kinder to Dustin but he was too dense to notice the extent. If he knew how I truly felt, then he'd probably send Dustin packing. I had to tread lightly. I was to seduce Dustin when my father was attending an annual golf tournament. He'd be away for at least two days and nights.

Attraction was not an issue. I often caught Dustin checking me out when he thought I wasn't looking. It was obvious he wanted me but he wouldn't dare cross my dad. Would taking my virginity be worth the risk to him? I invited him to the swanky pool house to find out. I decided to not do anything special. Dustin had to believe that this was unplanned on both parts, that it was just something that happened between two good but horny friends.

He arrived at the pool house devoid of suspicion. I was sunbathing in a scant string bikini. It was nothing out of the ordinary. He had seen me in it before and hadn't withheld his compliments. I was voluptuously fit with a great ass and luscious tits. My legs were long and my waist was small. I had a pretty face and luxurious brown locks. He liked me but did he like me enough to be my first?

“Grab your swim trunks!” I demanded as I stood up and walked over to the pool. His trunks were already on underneath his clothes. He stripped down to them as I jumped in. I swam to the other side and he followed. When he got close, I darted away instigating a lively game of cat and mouse. Finally, I let him catch me.

“You're in a playful mood today,” he observed.

“That's not the only kind of mood I'm in,” I hinted.

“Yeah?” I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled my face close to his. I looked at his lips. They were only inches away. I tilted my head to the side and opened my mouth hoping he would do the same. He did and for the first time, we kissed. There were a lot of repressed feelings released in this interaction. All doubt was erased that he would soon be inside of me.