There is only one man I fantasize
about –Vin Diesel. I have
many day dreams about him, but my favorite is this: Vin and I are long time friends –he has
written a script for which he believes I would be ideal, and he invites me to
his mansion in Los Angeles
Vin is an avid weightlifter, and he
invites me to work out with him several mornings but I politely decline because
I prefer to run. One morning, I finish
my run in relatively good time, and decide that I will hit the weights with
him. When I go into the exercise room,
he’s already gone –there is a faint odor of sweat in the air and I am
immediately aroused. I debate whether or
not to touch myself there, but opt
not to –I don’t want him to catch me, fantasizing about him, while I pleasure
myself. I make my way back to my room,
and shower –where find that I am out of lotion.
Wrapped only in a towel I walk down the hallway to his room.
I catch a whiff of aloe vera and
honeysuckle –the scent of shower gel floating on the steamy mist of a
shower. His door is ajar and I knock
lightly, but he doesn’t answer. I call
his name but still there is no response.
I push the door enough to peek my head in and there he is, laid across
his king size bed –arms outstretched, legs spread apart and completely naked.
Vin has just showered and fallen asleep on the white down comforter that covers
his bed. His shaft is so fucking big,
that it would take two hands to form the circumference of a circle in your
palms, and it is so fucking long that it hangs over part of his thigh. My nipples harden at the sight of him; I
consider showering again because I am so wet for him that I am dripping. I stare at him a minute longer and leave
because I would hate for my host to catch me invading his privacy. I pull the door to where I had found it and
start off down the hallway.
“Alexis.” My name is called. I turn around and enter the room without
knocking. Vin is still asleep, but he is
stroking his dick, from balls to head, which is now fully erect. He calls out my name again and moans. I lick my lips, watching him masturbate. The windows are all open and the white sheer
curtains that hang from them sway slightly as a morning breeze comes in.
I unfurl my towel, place it on a
chair and stand at the foot of the bed –naked.
He calls out my name yet again. I
realize that he is fantasizing about me
in his dream while he’s masturbating. I
want to make every one of Vin’s dreams and every one of his fantasies come
true, so I climb onto the bed between his legs and continue to crawl over him until
my lower lips are licking his
shaft. Vin wakes and is pleasantly
surprised as is evidenced by his smile.
I continue to kiss him with my
labia –up and down his length, before he sits up. “Quit teasing me.” He begs.
His large hands grab my ass and he
lifts me –up to the point I kneeling over him then down –so that I am situated
on the head of his penis. My lips spread
around him and I slide all the way down to the point that I can feel him in my
abdomen. He lifts me up as if I weigh no
more than a feather and pulls me down on him –hard. I moan and so does he.
As Vin continues to lift and pull
me, my hood rubs up against his firm abs and I feel like I am going to cum, but
I don’t want to, so I reach my neck up where I am in a close enough proximity to
kiss his mouth and I do. He rubs his
hands up my back until a hand reaches the nape of my neck thus stabilizing my
head as his tongue plunges into my mouth.
I stroke my hands along his smooth sexy bald head and start to ride him;
in short shallow stokes –just enough to take in his head, then deeper, taking
in the entire length of his shaft, all the while rubbing my clit against him. Vin cums –his dick pulsates deep inside,
filling me with his ejaculatory fluid. I’m
instantly heightened to my sexual peek and cum all over his dick. “Wow!” He exclaims in elation. “I didn’t know you had it like that?”
“What? You didn’t know that a Lexus could ride on Diesel?”
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