I woke up the next morning to the shrill sound of the hotel phone calling to wake us up. Michael was no where to be seen though, so I wrapped the sheet around me to go and look for him. I found him sitting at a desk, drawing. He looked up as I approached him.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” He smiled.
“No it’s not, it’s too early!” I complained groggily. “How long have you been up?”
“I dunno… An hour or so. I was thinking about waking you up, but now I’m glad I didn’t, ‘cause you look a bit scary.” He said jokingly and pointed towards my head. I reached up and could feel my hair in total chaos.
“Oh shut up… Like you wake up looking like that!”
“I surely do… I just wash my hair thoroughly and BAM! It’s like magic!” He scooted out his chair and clapped his thighs indicating he wanted me to sit there and I happily obliged. He kissed my shoulder and put his arms around my waist.
“So what are you drawing?”
“It’s my friend Ryan. He asked me to make this for his mother as a Christmas present. He wanted me to draw him like Peter Pan. You know, the boy who never gets to grow up.”
“Wow, it’s really beautiful. It looks almost exactly like the picture. You’re really talented!” I said and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Oh, it’s nothing…. It’s just something I enjoy doing from time to time.”
“Well, I think it’s something. Maybe you could do me one day?”
“Didn’t I do that last night?” he asked with a fake innocent look in his eyes.
“Oh my, aren’t we funny this morning, huh?” I responded and gave him a nudge in the ribs.
“Hey ouch, that hurt… I’m ALWAYS funny! Wait, is that mascara in your ear?”
“Alright alright, I get your point, I’ll go shower!” I got up and made my way out of the room and could still hear him laughing as I entered the bathroom.
“Don’t be too long, ‘cause we leave in 40 minutes.”
****
The set of the shoot was filled with people, all running around trying to do their jobs and they were apparently too busy to notice that Michael had shown up, which made our journey to the dressing room that much easier. After Bill secured the room, he went to let Annie Liebowitz know that the star of the show had arrived. Michael and I sat down on a couch and helped ourselves to some complimentary fruits and bake goods.
“So, are you excited?” I asked, munching on a danish.
“’Bout what?”
“The shoot!”
“Oh… Naw, not really. Can’t even count the number of times I’ve done this. It’s just routine now. Still don’t like it though.”
“Why not?”
“I dunno… I guess I just feel very exposed or something. This is not my element, so I don’t feel right, you know?”
“I can stay in here if you want? I mean, if you’re not that comfortable with it.”
“No, I want you there. It will prolly be more fun to know that you’re watching.” He said with a sheepish grin. “What should I tell people if they ask me who you are?” He asked.
A quick image of me tossing a wedding bouquet flashed before my eyes, but then a smile crept across my face. “Oh, I don’t know… you could tell them that I’m your… uhm…. fluffer?”
“What’s a ‘fluffer’?”
“It’s someone who keeps you…. Alert.”
“Oh, like a personal trainer or something?” I just nodded and was sure he was playing the fake innocent card again so I just laughed and got of the couch.
“Hey, I’m gonna go look for a restroom, ‘kay?”
“Ok, I’ll get make-up in here so we can get the show on the road.” He said rolling his eyes.
When I returned from the bathroom, I stopped outside the dressing room door. I could hear a female voice cooing.
“You’re so cute! Yes you are!….Yes you are!”
“Oh good” I thought to myself, “Someone brought their dog.” Since I loved dogs and all animals, I was excited, but what met my eyes when I opened the door, was not a dog. The being standing next to Michael applying make up could easily resemble a poodle, but it turned out to be a woman. She was kissing his cheek and throwing compliments left and right. If she continued to coo at him, he would turn into a freaggin’ pigeon! A sudden lightning of jealousy shot through me as I quickly searched for something sharp, but the search was cut short.
“Hey you’re back… This is Karen, she does my make up.”
I walked over to them and politely extended my hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
I tried my best to sound sincere, but almost wished I hadn’t when her only respond was:
“Yes. And who might you be? A lucky fan?”
“No, I’m Michael’s…” I didn’t’ get to finish before Michael interrupted.
“She’s my fluffer!” He said very matter of factly.
Karen dropped her makeup brush in shock and my face turned completely red. I guess he wasn’t pretending to not know what it was after all.
If looks could kill, I would have been dead 100 times by now. Karen’s eyes were fuming as she stared me down. Michael didn’t seem to understand what the heck was going on. He was busy flipping through a comic book, chewing on his Big Red.
The makeup artist regained her composure and bent down to pick up her brush.
“Well, isn’t that nice. So has this been going on for a long time?” her eyes on me, but her question directed towards Michael.
“No not really… I just recently hired her. John helped me pick her out. When I saw her tape, I was sold.”
I tried my absolute hardest to keep a straight face. This was just too funny and Karen looked absolutely dumbfounded.
“I see… Well, I certainly hope he pays you well.” The tone of her voice was icy as she turned to me.
“Oh, don’t worry… I get a BIG reward.” I used my hands to show her just how big my reward was.
Her jaw dropped and for a second she just stood there. Then she turned her attention back to Michael. “Michael, I think we’re gonna try some new makeup today. I’m suddenly in the mood for a change. What do you think?” Michael just shrugged, still preoccupied with his book.
When she applied the makeup, I could tell it was about two tones off his normal skintone.
“Uhm, excuse me, but isn’t that colour a bit off?” Again, if looks could kill…
“Oh I’m sorry, are you an expert on the matter?” She answered in a sugary voice drenched with sarcasm.
“Uhm no! But I’m not blind either… Look, Lauren…”
“It’s Karen!”
“Whatever… You’re making him look all pale!”
The exchange of words made Michael look up.“Is there a problem?”
Karen immediately made her voice nauseatingly sweet. I could practically feel me teeth go rotten.
“Oh no, not at all Michael. It’s just that, I’m trying to make you look your absolute best. And since I’ve known you for years –“ She put an emphasis on the word “years” and looked my way as she said it – “I would think I know best. But it seems your little “friend” here has a different opinion.”
Michael took a long look in the mirror.
“Well Lau…Karen!, it does look a bit off… Maybe we should just stick with the usual stuff, huh?”
I could have sworn steam was coming out of her ears. She looked ready to explode.
“Well excuse me for doing my job. If you don’t like it, why don’t you have your little fluffer do it!” she raged, almost spitting out the words. She gave me the once over and then ran from the dressing room, slamming the door behind her.
Michael sat wide eyed. “Oh my God, what just happened? She has never talked to me like that before.”
I just stood there, pretty amused by the whole situation.
“Hey, maybe it’s that girly thing? You know that thing you have… You know like every month?” He almost whispered it.
“You mean her period?” He cringed and nodded. “I dunno… Could be. But I think she’s jealous. I think she might have a crush on you.” I said in a teasing voice.
“Who Karen? No way!”
“Oh come on Michael! Don’t you hear the way she talks to you? Plus, she almost made you look like a ghost with that make up. Be careful not to piss her of in the future or lord knows what she’ll make you look like!”
“What? I think she’s just being nice and helpful.”
I rolled my eyes. It surprised me how a genius could be so blank at times.
“Oh no, who’s gonna do my makeup now?”
“Let me do it!"
“You think you can?”
“I can try… I do it to myself all the time, so it should be easy enough.”
“Alright then… I’m all yours. Work your magic!”
Michael ended up looking really good, but to be honest, that wasn’t hard at all. After I had finished, he was dressed in the first set of clothes; a white tuxedo with a white top hat. He looked like the groom of my dreams.
He didn’t really move around a lot in that take. Just stood there, staring into the camera with those piercing pools of brown. A couple of times he caught my stare which made him blush, but even that made beautiful pictures. The entire set was quiet, the only sound came from the camera. Everyone was mesmerized by Michael; even the men…. And especially me! It was so hard not to get all kinds of naughty thoughts just by looking at him.
The next set was Michael in a regal looking outfit with the boots he wore in the “Bad” video. The two things didn’t really match, but it was Michael, so it worked anyway.
The only props were a set of mirrors. He had to look very serious, but every time he saw my reflection and noticed how I stared, he started giggeling. Eventually he had to just look down to not get on the photographers nerves.
After the second shoot, it was lunch time. A huge spread had been set up on a long table and everyone gathered around it. I sat down next to Michael. I noticed Karen at the end of the table, sending daggers at me. I felt like sticking my tongue at her, but then I remembered that I wasn’t 12 and instead I just gave her a sweet smile.
The food was delicious, but I often forgot to eat because I couldn’t take my eyes of the man beside me. He was eating a piece of chicken and his lips were shiny from the grease. When he licked it of I couldn’t control a big sigh. He turned his head and looked at me.
“You ok?”
“Yes it’s just that uhm… You…” He lifted a glass of orange juice to his lips while I leaned in close to his ear and let my hand gently grace his crotch under the table. “…make me horny!”
Michael almost choked on his juice making everyone look at him. His cheeks were beet red.
“Sorry… Wrong pipe.” He said, his voice strained.
The people around us still looked a bit puzzled, but they went back to their food and paid us no more attention.
Michael gave me a look that said “You’re so bad!” I responded with a look of complete innocence.
I wasn’t hungry any more. At least not for food…
I had to find an excuse to get him alone for a while. I noticed Michael had spilled some juice on his pants.
“Michael, you spilled on your pants… We should go clean it. Like right now, before it stains.”
“Oh, no it’s ok… I’ll just buy new ones. It’s no problem.” I rolled my eyes. Did he really need me to spell it for him? I guess so…
I leaned in once again and squeezed his thigh. “I want you… NOW!”
“What? Here?” He whispered surprised.
“Well, we can do it here if you want, but that might be to obvious, don’t you think?” I responded with a mischievous grin.
He chuckled and nodded. “But people will notice if we leave and they’ll talk!”
“Michael, people will talk no matter what you do. Now, we must leave soon or I might just have to take you right here in front of all these innocent people after all!”
He looked around to see if anyone was looking and tried to contain a huge smile, but everyone seemed to be preoccupied so he gave me an “ok” nod. We got up and left rather quickly and probably no as unnoticeable after all, but I didn’t care. Michael didn’t dare to look back.
I could feel a pair of eyes burning into my back and this time I couldn’t help myself; I quickly turned my head and stuck out my tongue…. Damn, that felt good, and besides, Michael always pointed out how important it was to be childlike!
We walked down a few dark hallways looking for some privacy. Michael was scared that someone might see us, but that was not my concern. I just wanted him…
When walking down a third hallway we passed a huge room that caught my attention; the room with the mirrors! I pulled at Michael’s arm to make him stop and quickly yanked him inside.
I walked over to the mirrors and turned around.
“I like this room. I’ll be able to see you in various delicious angles. Now close the door and get over here!”
He was smiling at me like I was crazy but went to close the door anyway.
“Uhm… there’s no door! Now what?”
“Now what what?” I asked pretty impatient.
“What if someone comes in?” Michael frowned, seeming a little unsure of the situation.
“Come on… We’re far away from the others. Besides, we can prolly hear them coming. Now get over here!”
“I swear, you’re gone be the end of my good and innocent name.”
“Is that right, Mr. Croth grabber?”
He came over to me and took a hold of my arms and looked directly into me eyes.
“Damn right it’s right!” His face came inches of mine.
“Well, maybe it would help if I gave you a blowjob?” I said in a low whisper.
His eyes grew big, but then his lips turned into a sly smile. “It’s a start!”
With that promise of more to come, I guided Michael towards the mirrors and turned his back against them. I leaned in and kissed him slowly while removing his jacket. After that was discarded, I went down on my knees.
“Do you have any damn idea how hot it was to watch you today? I was going out of my mind!” I was rubbing the front of his pants where something big was growing. “Did you find it hot to have me watching?” I made my strokes harder. He bit down on his lip and just mumbled something that sounded like “yes”. I used my tongue to outline his shape and in the meantime started working on his zipper.
His pants fell to the floor.
“You say I’m bad! You’re not wearing underwear and you’re in public!” I laughed pleasantly surprised.
“Well, sometimes I work better without.” He said with a giggle.
“You wont here me complaining…”
His soldier was at attention and I licked it from root to tip like a popsicle. Michael’s head fell back and he rested his body against the mirrors. He held back my hair and watched as I engulfed as much of him as I could.
I had hardly started before we heard voices. Michael immediately tensed up.
“’Ey Michael, where are you?” A brute voice called.
“Oh doody, it’s Frank!” He had panic in his eyes, but I fell apart laughing.
“Did you just say ‘doody’? Damn Michael, you’re just too cute sometimes.”
I was still on my knees and Michael was frantically pulling up his pants, and his painful expression when he tried to hide away a fully awaken Junior only made me laugh even more.
“C’mon, you’re not helping here! Frank is coming!”
I finally rose to my feet and handed Michael his jacket and tried my best to make him look less guilty.
Just as I finished buttoning his last button, Frank appeared in the doorway.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere! What are you doing?”
We both looked like children who had been caught with our hands in the cookie jar.
“Nothin’.” We answered simultaneously.
Frank shook his head obviously not believing us.
“Michael, they need a few more frames of you in that suit. Something with the negatives or some shit, ‘kay? I’ll go get the photographer. Stay here!”
Michael nodded and when Frank turned around to leave, Michael let out a sigh of relief. But before Frank left he turned around. “Oh and Mike?”
“Yes?”
“You mised a button.” He winked at him and finally left.
When we were alone once again, we looked at each other and after a few seconds, we began laughing like crazy.
One would have thought the day would go on without any further embarrassments, but no. The photographer and the lighting crew came back and started setting up the equipment once again. Michael’s costume guy was adjusting Michael’s outfit and everything seemed to be normal. But…
One of the assistants to the photographer was over by the mirrors, making sure they were in the right place. He looked down and noticed something. “Hey, does anyone have some window cleaner or something? Someone left two round spots on here.”
Michael and I made eye contact. He had once again taken the shade of a beet root and I was trying my very best to look like I was just as surprised by the mysterious stains as the others in the room.
We then looked over at Frank who was looking incredibly amused.
“It kinda looks like an ass print, doesn’t it?” He said, giving Michael and me a hard time. “I wonder who’s ass it is?” he said as he went over to inspect the mirror. “It must have been left by someone with a small ass. Well, anyway, I’ll go find something to clean it with.” The entire crew was laughing.
He looked at Michael on his way out, laughing and shaking his head.
****
If I thought the previous two shoots tickled my womb, the third one made it explode.
Michael was casually dressed in black jeans, a white tee and a white shirt, but it was like he wasn’t feeling it. Annie kept telling him to show her “sexy” and “fierce”, but I could tell he had a hard time relaxing. Unlike the other two shoots, where he was basically standing still, he had to move around and dance in this one. I knew he didn’t see the sexiness in himself and therefore it was hard to portray. Especially with all these people standing around ogling him.
When Annie for the tenth time told him to give it to her, he sighed and hung his head low. He walked over to Frank and whispered something in his ear. Frank nodded and cleared his throat.
“Ok everyone, it’s time to clear the room.” He said loudly. “Come one, you can see the pictures when they get published.”
I made my way to the exit with the others but Michael came from behind and grabbed me by the arm; unfortunately Karen was right behind me and she stopped to hear what he had to say.
“Please, you can stay. The others were just making me uncomfortable.”
I heard someone snort in disgust and then felt something bumping into my shoulder. A fluff of blond hair walked past me and I couldn’t help but feel a great deal of satisfaction.
The only people in the room now were me, Annie Liebowitz and a few of her assistants.
“Now, lets’ try this again shall we? Michael, give me “sexy”, give me “fierce”. I want people to feel you. I want people to want you. You catch my drift?” Michael nodded.
He had instructed me to start the CD player on his mark and when he gave me the good to go, I pressed play. Janet’s Rhythm Nation pounded through the speakers and suddenly Michael was in his zone. He seemed to forget where he was and his stage persona took over. The same electricity I felt at the concert once again shot through me. Michael did his spins, the toe stand and the ripping of the shirt followed by that incredibly sexy pout, all accompanied by the blow of a big fan, adding to his sexiness. It took me back to the night before and shivers rushed down my spine. He bit his bottom lip and looked sexy and aggressive. It was an image I had seen many times when he had thrust himself into me with animalistic force.
The tingling between my legs got more and more intense. I had felt sexually pent up all day and the fact that Frank had interrupted what was eventually going to be my release, bugged the hell out of me. I had a hard time standing still so I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together, applying much needed pressure to my nub of pleasure, and closed my eyes for a moment.
I was startled when someone tapped my shoulder. It was one of the assistants. “Hey, you need to use the bathroom or something?”
Shit! I thought about actually going, to relieve the pressure instead of accidentally having an orgasm in the middle of the shoot, but instead I just shook my head and smiled awkwardly. The assistant shrugged his shoulders and went about his business and I untwined my legs and sat down on the floor, making sure my thighs were miles apart.
The shoot went on for another hour or so and by the time Annie called out saying it was a wrap, I was breathing like I had just run a marathon. I felt flushed and dizzy and when I tried to stand up, I was a bit wobbly on my feet. I leaned against the wall and noticed Michael coming my way. He was skipping along, sucking on a lollipop like a happy kid and as always, he brought a smile to my face.
“So, how was I? I felt better when all those people left. Could you tell?”
I could tell he was excited. I wanted to answer, but my mouth felt dry, so I just nodded. He furrowed his brow and looked a bit concerned.
“Hey, are you ok? You look all red ‘n stuff. Can I get you anything? Maybe Water?”
I swallowed and took a hold of his shoulders and stared into his questioning eyes. “No Michael, I don’t want water… There’s only one thing I need right now: YOU! Dammit, watching you like that… I’m gonna go insane if you don’t touch me soon!”
Michael looked around, scared someone might have heard since I didn’t exactly whisper.
“Ok, I’ll go get my stuff and we’ll get outta here, ‘kay? We’ll be at Neverland in a few hours.” He turned around and motioned to leave but I quickly yanked him back.
“I can’t wait two hours!” And with that I dragged him along trying to find somewhere private where Frank or anyone else wouldn’t suddenly show up, but to no avail. There were people everywhere packing things up. Fuck!
I noticed the exit sign glowing green above a big door. Wasn’t green the color of hope? Maybe there was hope on the other side of that door? Hope of a mind blowing, long overdue, orgasm that is.
I could hear Michael laughing behind me so I turned around.
“What?”
He took the lollipop out if his mouth to answer. ”This is funny. It’s like a James Bond movie where we have to find and defuse a bomb before it explodes.”
“You hit the nail on the head on that one, Mr. Now hustle!”
He stuck the lolli back in his mouth and did as told.
The door let out to the parking lot behind the building and it was filled with cars. As far as I could see there was no one around.
“Hey, where is yours?”
Michael scoured the lot for a few seconds. “Ah, there it is.” He said and pointed towards a big, black stretch limo.
“Good, that’s our destination then.”
Once inside I immediately straddled him.
“Oh my word, I’ve never felt like this before!”
“Like what?” He asked.
“I’ve never had my body crave another human being this intensely before. You do something to me, you know that? Like… I dunno… You give out this powerful magnetism and everything you do is sexy to me; the way you walk, the way you talk… Even the way you eat. I know you don’t see yourself as “sexy”, but lemme tell ya: You are SEX! And the sexiest part about that is, you don’t even know it.”
He looked a little embarrassed, but flattered none the less. “Gee… Well, thanks. No one has ever called me “sex” before. Kinda ironic isn’t it?” He said and blushed.
“Well, I’m sure if we go ask Karen, she’ll tell you the same thing.” I said and winked.
“Ew, stop it… You’re creeping me out!” He was laughing now but I quickly silenced him with a kiss.
He tasted like his strawberry flavoured lollipop. I deepened the kiss, twirling my tongue around his in an intense tango. I didn’t have time to come up for air, so my heart rate was steadily climbing. My hands were caressing his bare chest, gently squeezing his nipples, which made him flinch and moan. His hand was up under my shirt roaming around on my back and he was pushing his crotch up towards mine, applying a much welcomed pressure. He found the hook of my bra in the front and popped it open. I sat up straight, breaking away from the kiss, and to his amazement managed to take of my bra without removing my shirt.
I found his mouth once more and he started moving his hips in a circle, making it hard for me to see straight. His hand greedily, kneading my breasts. His other hand was still holding on to his candy.
I was about to start opening his pants, but he grabbed me by the waist and moved me to the seat across from where we were and placed me there. He looked mischievous and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me.
He was on the floor on his knees, in between mine. He pulled me closer to him, but not as close as I wanted to be. The pressure on my clit was gone and I missed in.
With the lollipop now back in his mouth, he pulled my shirt of and took a moment to enjoy the view. My chest was heaving from our intense make out session and I felt a bit light headed, so I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
A few seconds later my eyes popped open as something sticky made contact with my nipple. I looked down and found Michael caressing me with his lollipop. My sensitive skin stuck to the red candy and it tickled when Michael moved it around in circles.
He put his mouth on me and licked my nipple clean.
“Mmmm, you taste like strawberry now.”
His voice had dropped an octave. The lolli was back in his mouth and his warm hands traced my stomach down to my pants which he swiftly unbuttoned and discarded. The only piece of clothing on me now was my panties.
His hands went down my thighs to my knees and gently prodded my legs further apart. I was unable to speak; I just watched. A few times I forgot to breathe…
His hands went upwards once again and stopped at my hips, his thumbs tickling the sensitive skin on either side of my throbbing opening.
He looked at me and smiled. “Sorry to have made you wait.”
And with that, his head went down. I could feel his finger touching me through the fabric, outlining my every inch. I was squirming in my seat, hungry for more. When his tongue finally made contact I arched my back in pleasure. The pressure was very light and almost none existing, but very intoxicating.
I felt woozy as he continued his sweet torture. His finger kept on tracing my creases ever so gently and his divine tongue kept up its unfair play. I could already feel the warmth spreading from my toes to the top of my head and to my womb, indicating release in the very near future. I was surprised since he had hardly touched me. His touch was more an indication, a way to show how to, without actually doing it. Maybe it was the monotony of it that did the trick; round and round, and up and down.
The buzz in my lower regions became stronger and stronger and my breath became a heavy panting, soon accompanied with me moaning his name. I was near the edge and I wanted to throw myself from it… Closer….Closer… I could see the dark, welcoming waters below me and I got ready to jump.
“Oh Michael… I’m close baby! Fuck, what are you doing to me?!”
I was readying my body for the big splash when someone suddenly pulled me back. I opened my eyes and saw Michael looking at me with a smirk.
“What the hell! Why are you stopping?” He didn’t answer. Instead he just pulled my panties of. They were so wet you could wring them. After throwing them over his shoulder, he spoke.
“I got interrupted today too, remember?”
“Yeah well, that was Frank’s fault.” I said with agony in my voice.
“True, but who put me in that position? And who made me leave an ass print for all to see?” He was trying to sound stern, but lust made his voice quiver.
“Me.” I answered, guilty as charged, and bashed my lashes at him.
“You are quite right my dear… So therefore I must stop now. It’s only fair, right?”
I was about to throw a fit when suddenly, I was penetrated by his long index finger. The motion and the sudden feel of him caught me totally of guard. I threw my head back and let out a whimper. He leaned in and I could feel his burning hot breath on my equally burning hot skin.
“I was only kidding.” He whispered and kissed me on the cheek…
Yeah, I got that….
He sat back on his knees and started moving his finger in a slow circular motion and gently massaging my clit with his thumb. This was getting so good. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and spread my legs a little more. I knew Michael was watching me. I had noticed that he liked doing that; looking at what he was doing, almost as if it fascinated him. So I decided to give him a little more to look at and started touching my breasts, pinching my nipples. The circular motion of his finger became faster and when I carefully peeked out at him, I noticed him stroking the front of his pants. I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me.
Suddenly he pulled out his finger and I once again felt something sticky on me. I knew he was using his lollipop again and a smile crept across my face and Michael noticed and let out a barely audible giggle.
The hard red tip made contact with my swollen centre of desire. I let out a sigh as it played across my sensitive mound and danced down my labia and I sighed once again, this time in surprise, when he slipped it inside of me. He rubbed the stick between his fingers, making the candy twirl around very rapidly sending pleasurable sensations through my core.
Michael kept this up while leaning in and kissing my clit and lapping up the sweet taste left behind by the lolli. When he thought me sufficiently clean, he took my clit between his lips and started sucking on it, gently at first, but then harder and harder. The warm feeling in my toes once again started travelling upwards. My limbs started to feel numb, and the only feeling I could sense was the one he applied.
The insane twirling inside of me and the suction on my button made my breath shallow and fast. My eyes rolled back in my head and I could feel the spasms approaching.
“Oh shit, I’m so close… keep it up just like that!... If you pull away now, Michael, I swear….”
I didn’t get to finish as a wave of pure bliss washed over me. The blood in my veins went up several degrees and the butterflies that had been flapping around in my womb was released and went flying throughout my entire body. My toes curled up as the orgasm washed over me and I held my breath until it was over.
As the waves subsided I turned into a puddle and slumped back in the seat. I felt blissful as I lazily opened my eyes. Michael was looking at me, innocently sucking on the lollipop.
“Guess you didn’t expect that, huh?” He mused.
I shook my head and reached for him and he pulled me up to a sitting position. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck.
“Nice little trick you had up your sleeve, Mikey… But uhm… It wasn’t quite big enough. You catch my drift?”
He smiled and nodded and the lollipop went the same way as my panties; over his shoulder. He found my mouth and kissed me; deep and passionate. I could taste myself mixed with the taste of strawberries.
His hands went down and undid his pants, revealing that he still wasn’t wearing underwear, and slid them down without removing them completely. He took his dick in his hand and guided it towards my dripping went entrance. He lubricated his steel with my juices and slowly began proceeding inside. Michael broke away from the kiss and looked down, licking his lips. The fact that, he found the act of sex so exciting and intriguing to look at only made me hornier. He looked like a starving man drooling over a delicious meal. I joined his gaze and watched as his entire length disappeared into my cave. I was still amazed that I could fit such a mass, and my walls still struggled to accommodate to the intrusion, but it was a wonderful feeling and I knew that in a few seconds, it would be pure ecstasy.
When Michael had pushed himself gently all the way in, he let out a groan of relief and exhaled deeply like he had been holding his breath. I untangled my legs from his waist, leaned back and opened my legs as much as I could and Michael took a hold of my hips and started moving.
It wasn’t long before he gained speed and was ramming into me. Every so often he would stop, pull himself all the way out take a few slow strokes, but soon my body was once again violently moving to the beat of his drumstick. I could only imagine how it must have looked to those who walked past the limo, and Michael was now adding noise to it to. His high pitch moans blended with my pleading for him to go faster. He reached up and groped my jumping breasts.
“Michael, I’m close… Are you close?” I asked in between thrusts.
He bit his lower lip and nodded.
“Then give it to me baby… Now!”
He still didn’t speak, just shook his head. Then he quickly pulled out and sat down on the opposite seat, his penis resting huge, glistening and firm against his hard abs. It was a beautiful sight. His long sensual finger motioned me to come over. I was about to straddle him front to front, but he shook is head and turned me around. He took me in a firm grip and I let him be in control.
The tip of his penis was right below my wet entrance and I could feel it. I wanted nothing more than to cover it with my body, but Michael was the boss now. Ever so slowly he pulled me down on him. My legs were closed in between his, making the sensation of our joining more intense and tight. I could feel his hot breath on my back and he was breathing fast.
His entire length was inside me now and I thought he was about to pull out again, but instead he just lifted me a few inches of him and held me there. Then he started moving, faster and faster, plunging up into me. I only moved when my ass hit his pelvis, because he held me completely still. Where he got the strength from I have no idea.
His started moving his hips from side to side, hitting all sorts of different places inside of me and I could feel the butterflies starting to flap again. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was close once again.
“Gooood Michael, I’m cuming… Cum with me, please!” Breathlessly he replied ok and started moving even faster than before.
My clit was tickled and I could feel the familiar numbness sneaking through me. I threw my head back as the orgasm hit. A few second later Michael let out a roar and slammed me roughly down on him and pinning me while he came with all his might. I could feel his penis convulsing within me as my walls massaged it. As the feeling subsided, he let go of his grip.
Michael pulled me back and wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his nose against my neck. We sat like that for a while, calming down. But it wasn’t long before a knock on the window brought us back.
“Mr. Jackson? You in there?” It was the driver.
Michael’s voice sounded strained as he frantically answered. “Yes I’m here, but don’t open the door, ‘kay!”
“Ok Sir. Just wanted to make sure everything was ok. Uhm, when will you be ready to leave, Sir?”
“Uhm, just give me 10 minutes, ‘kay?”
“Sure thing, Sir.”
10 minutes later we were on our way back to Neverland. The limo smelled of sex, but hopefully the driver wouldn’t notice or at least have the courtesy not to mention it. I was feeling tired; the good kind of tired, so I rested my head against Michael’s shoulder.
“I had fun today Michael. I’m glad you let me tag along.”
He kissed the top of my head and squeezed my hand. “I had fun too… And I think it’s safe to say that this was the funnest photo shoot ever!” He chuckled. “Hey, maybe you should come on tour with me… Make that more fun too.”
“But Michael, what about my work?”
“You work for me, right? I can place you where ever I want to, you know. You can work as my personal road-maid.”
“How can I say no to that?”
“Good, you’re coming with me then.” He sounded satisfied and kissed our entwined hands.
“Road maid, hm….” I thought to myself as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I dozed of with the happy vision of me and Michael visiting exciting places together. It would be wonderful…
****
“Bill, Bill, I think she’s waking up!”
I could feel somebody gently slapping my cheek.
“Hey, can you hear me? Please, please wake up!” A soft voice was pleading me.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy. When I finally managed to crack them open a little, I was blinded by the sun. Then a human form blocked the powerful rays. I still felt disoriented and tried to focus. I blinked a couple of times and then I saw the most beautiful brown eyes looking at me with concern. It was Michael. Why was I on the ground? What had happened?
I propped up on my elbow and took a look around. I was outside my cottage and Michael and an older gentleman were kneeling beside me; I guess he was the one called Bill. Had I seen him somewhere before?
“Hey take it easy ok? Let me help you.” Michael stood up and helped me to stand. My legs felt a little wobbly, but he held on to me tightly.
“What happened?” I asked.
Michael stepped in front of me and took a hold of my shoulders, his eyes locking with mine.
“You fainted.”
I still didn’t understand. “Fainted? What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember?” I shook my head.
“Oh boy… Uhm, ok. Well I was coming over, you know to say hi, you know to be nice..” he emphasised… “and I startled you and you started choking on your sandwich. I did the Heimlich thing and got the piece of food out. But then you passed out. I’m so sorry!”
“Oh… Oh, don’t be sorry. It wasn’t you fault… Besides, I’m fine now I guess.”
Bill came over and tapped Michael’s shoulder. He was still holding on to me.
“You kids ok now? Should I still call the paramedics?” They both looked at me.
“No, it’s ok… I’m fine. Honest… But thanks.”
Bill nodded and gave Michael a slap on the back. “You just let me know if you need anything.” And then he was on his way.
Michael realised he was still clenching my shoulders and quickly let go, looking embarrassed.
“So uhm… I’m really glad you’re ok. You are ok right?”
“Yes thank you, I’m just fine. A bit confused, but fine. How long was I out?”
“15 minutes I think. Had you not opened you eyes when you did, we would have called 911.”
“So it was all a dream!” I said to myself.
“Pardon?” Michael looked puzzled.
“Oh it’s just…I had the strangest dream. Actually it was pretty good.”
“Oh, care to share?” I felt my face turn red and my stomach flip.
“Uhm… Maybe some other time?” Michael just shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
A few awkward moments of silence followed.
“So, you said you were coming over to say hi?”
“Oh right, yes… I just wanted to say hi and welcome. So hi…” He extended his hand and I took it.
“Hi back. Nice to meet you.” We smiled at each other.
“Uhm, so do you wanna sit down or do you have somewhere to be?” I asked, hoping he could stay.
“Nope, I’m all yours.” He beamed.
“Great… I’ll be right back."
I was smiling from ear to ear as I went to get him a chair…
The End.
For those of you who don't know what a fluffer is:
A fluffer is a hired member of the crew of a pornographic movie whose role on the set is to sexually arouse the male participants prior to the filming of scenes that require erections.
