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Orlando had met her for a few seconds before the show. She was loud and so very American. She was also quite lovely. He heard someone say she was over 50, but she was still pretty. She had some wrinkles, but that just made her look more like a real woman, unlike so many of the women he had met in Hollywood.
When he had come out onto the set, he hadn't expected her to be so damn funny. And so flirty! He thought it was all for show then, playing along simply because she WAS funny and he was enjoying it.
When taping was over and he started to leave, she tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sorry I teased you so much, but you have to know you're just a gorgeous young thing." She smiled that huge beauty queen smile at him. "Would you like a ride? I've got a big old limo, and I sort of roll around in it."
He wasn't sure if she were asking what he thought she was, but he'd have said yes in any case. When she'd shoved the fucking doll down her dress, he'd felt a bit of, well, he’d sort of gotten a bit excited. He loved breasts, and hers looked so big and soft, a place where a man could bury himself.
"I'd be glad to," he smiled and asked, "but where are we going?"
She grinned at him again. "Anywhere you want, Orlando. Anywhere you want."
He got in her limo and sat beside her. She had changed into black slacks and a v-neck red sweater that showed off her cleavage. Orli knew his eyes drifted to those mounds of soft white skin, but he couldn't help it. They rode in silence for a few minutes, and finally she just came out with it.
"Orlando, would you like to go back to my hotel and spend the night? You're terribly attractive, and I love younger men. I think we could have a blast."
He felt himself blush, but he also felt his cock harden at the thought of spending the night in her bed. "Yes," he answered in his low, sexy voice.
He took her arm and walked into the hotel and onto the elevator. They went up to her suite. She was a bit nervous too, he realized. He moved close to her in the small kitchen, almost behind her as she poured some Coke over ice. She took a sip from the glass as she turned around. He took the glass from her hand and took a small sip and placed it back on the counter. He kissed her, leaning his head toward her instead of his body.
She reached her hand up to cup the side of his face as she opened herself to his kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, giving away the hunger for her he was trying to hide. He took her into his arms, and she was an armful of soft, warm woman. He liked that as she pressed her breasts against him. He couldn't believe how hard he had gotten just kissing her. He pressed her back against the counter, his hard-on against her belly.
She slid her hands down his back and cupped his butt in her palms. She pulled him against her. He made a sound, a guttural sound, as he stood there in her kitchen, dry humping her. God, if she didn't stop, he was going to come right here in his trousers like a kid. He moved his hands from around her to her chest, cupping her large breasts in each hand and pushing them together. He leaned down and kissed the white cleavage that pushed up to the low neck of her sweater. He felt her hard nipples through her bra.
"Can we...?" he asked at the same time she said, "Let's go to the bedroom."
She smiled and winked at him as she led him to her bed. He felt a bit like a fly in a spider's web, but she was a sexy spider so he really didn't care. She sat him on the edge of the bed and undressed him like a child. She talked to him, silly sweet things. She loved his little sun tattoo and leaned down and kissed it.
She grinned that damned saucy grin up at him from down at his belly and said, "Mmm, and a big boy too, I see." He cracked up and pulled her up, pulling her sweater off over her head. He pulled the straps down on her black bra, exposing her breasts to him. His hungry mouth found a nipple quickly, biting as he slid her slacks down, as he slid his hands down into her lacy panties, sliding them down too. Her body was soft and feminine, not flat and bony like some of the models he'd been with. She felt like the first woman he'd been with when he was 15.
She pushed him back onto the bed and began to kiss her way up his body from his feet. She skipped his cock, much to his dismay, at least until he found out what she was going to do. She got on her hands and knees over him and lowered her breasts to his cock. She licked her hand and wet him, using the pre-come forming on his head also to make him slick enough to slide as she took his hands and placed them on the outside, pressing her breasts together while placing Orlando's cock tight in between.
He moved, he had to. It was tight, hot and wet. And something he had always wanted to do. He made an animal sound in his throat when she caught his head in her mouth on every upthrust. He meant to just move a bit but he found himself jerking his hips hard, fucking her tits hard. He also knew he was going to come in just a few minutes.
He did. "Ohhhhh, fuck, such sweet tits," he whispered as he spilled himself all over her chest and his own belly. He thought it was over when she raised up and smiled, but she licked his belly clean, "mmming" to herself and making sure she got every drop.
"What?" she laughed. "It's very good for your skin!"
He was half hard again from all the licking and lapping she'd been doing all around his cock. He almost screamed when she took him into her mouth and sucked until he was hard again. He hadn't thought he could get hard so fast, but she proved him wrong. She looked up at him and said, "Now, pretty elf boy, you're going to fuck me until I scream."
"Oh, fuck yeah," was about all he could verbalize as she pushed him farther up onto the bed and mounted him. She pressed herself against him and leaned down to let him taste her nipples again. He loved them, they were large and hard, and she made sounds when he'd bite down a little. He could taste his own come on her breasts too, and that was a huge turn on for him.
She shifted her position, and he felt himself pressed against hot, wet woman. She slid her hand down and took him into her hand and guided him into her opening. When she had his head inside her, she slowly slid down onto him, taking him into her, squeezing him tight. She began to ride, smiling at him and running her hands over his chest and belly. She leaned down so her nipples grazed his chest as she moved. He saw in her face that she was fast approaching orgasm, then he felt it as she clenched him tight inside her, pulling him deeper and deeper, screaming his name as she came once and when he kept fucking her, she came a second time, screaming wonderfully obscene things at him as he arched up into her, filling her deep wet cunt with his sweet, hot semen.
That was just the beginning. The next morning, a very tired, very satisfied young man was escorted back to his hotel by a laughing blond woman, who kissed him at the door and whispered, "You do it a damn sight better than Elvis."
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