TPG
06-24-2006, 10:39 AM
Driving Imogen Bailey
Featuring Imogen Bailey
By The Pornographer
(MF, voy, reluc, Blowjob)
This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
Feel free to send any comments, suggestions and death threats to celebfanforum.com
Staying up late one Tuesday night, it was just after 3am when I decided to go grab a bite to eat. Jumping into my new Beemer, I drove towards the city looking for anything that was open 24 hours. Passing through Kings Cross, I spotted some flashing lights and came across the take away, Harry De Wheels. Harry De Wheels was somewhat of a landmark, a small trailer that had been selling Meat Pie’s and Hot Dogs for over 50+ years. Suddenly craving one of Harry’s signature Hot Dogs, I parked my car across the road and went to order my food.
Browsing the menu it was then I heard and noticed a group of rather rowdy party goers who were impeccably dressed but intoxicated, and had come from a bar just a few meters away. They were apparently attending a Film and Television Industry fun raiser. Back to Harry’s menu, I turned to order my food and then glanced next to me to suddenly spot a very sexy, petite, hot little blonde standing beside me. Apparently alone, I guessed she had come from the party as she was dressed sexily and was clutching a gift wrapped bottle of champagne.
Smiling up at me, I almost immediately thought I recognized her from somewhere, but for the life of me I just couldn’t remember her name. Standing at about 5’3, she had bright blue eyes, long dirty blonde hair, and looked to be in her late 20’s. She had a hot little athletic body on her and glancing over at her every now and then I realized she was clearly intoxicated as she stood there swaying gently in the breeze. Dressed up to the nines, she was wearing a skimpy short black dress, which barely covered her thighs and wrapped itself under her feminine arms.
To everyone’s delight her cleavage was mashed together causing her large fake breasts to be on full display, not to mention her long incredible legs. With her shoulders, back, and neck completely exposed, her outfit was topped off with a pair of chunky, clear coloured see-through heels – she looked phenomenal. Trying to remember who she was, I then heard one of the guys from the group behind us call out her name – trying in vain to get her attention.
“Hey Imogen… Imogen!” One of the drunken professionals shouted at her, “Are you leaving already, honey?”
I looked over at her one final time and then realized who she actually was. She was none other than Australian model and Television personality, Imogen Bailey!
Hearing the guys loudly joke and yell out her name, Imogen Rolled her eyes at me before finally turning to address the table full of louts. As she spoke it was apparent that although she knew them, pissed, they continued to howl and cat call at her while speaking with them. Embarrassed, Imogen then attempted to ignore them and turned to view the menu once again. Standing with me against the counter we exchanged a few extra smiles and stares before I finally had to say something.
“So you know those guys do ya?” I asked her, breaking the ice.
Imogen replied, “Yeah, sadly… they’re cool, just some guys I work with,”
Judging from her slurred speech I could see she was fairly drunk.
“So obviously you’ve just come from that party over there,” I smiled, “Is it good?”
Imogen simply answered me by nodding her head back towards the table full of executives, as if telling me the party was filled with yobbos and drunks.
“Ohhh-kay,” I said, causing her to chuckle.
Chatting with each other, we both received our meals and stood in the same area eating and giggling together – mostly just poking fun at the guys she knew. A few minutes later, I finished my food and reluctantly started to leave.
To my surprise, Imogen then asked me, “So... what are you up to now?”
I told her that seeing it was so late I was going to be heading home. Seeing her disappointment, just to be polite I asked her if she’d like a lift, never expecting her to accept.
I was stunned when she nodded and replied, “Great, let’s go!”
To the admiration of others, we cleaned ourselves up and head towards my car to leave. Howling excitedly, the guys at the table had seen us meet before chatting and now realized I had successfully picked her up. Truth be told, I was only giving her a lift, but they didn’t know that – who knows what they thought!
Stepping to the side of the car I then glanced back to catch Imogen flirt with the guys, going over to them and kissing one of them on the cheek. Extremely excited the group cheered for a moment as she charmed them all and then suddenly without warning she grabbed the extra bottle of Champagne from their table and walked away, towards my direction.
With a huge grin on her face she giggled, “You don’t mind if I borrow that do you?”
Everyone at the table cheered even louder as she walked away, swinging her small hips and strutting her stuff. Getting into my car, I peeled off before asking her in which direction I was going. I didn’t have a clue where she lived. Opening the bottle of Champagne in the passenger seat she then took a big gulp from it and told me she was staying at Manly. Even though it was in the complete opposite direction to where I was originally going, I lied and told her I too was from the north shore.
Glancing over at her as I drove through the city, I noticed to my delight that her skimpy little dress now hiked up all the way – exposing her firm, smooth, slender thighs. At times, Imogen’s outfit was so short I thought I could almost see all the way up to get a peek at her underwear, but somehow through the flashing city lights they never appeared. Either way, I was sure if anything her ass and panties were probably more likely resting against the black leather seat she was squirming around in, rather than her outfit.
As we drove over the bridge I looked down and noticed she was now gently grinding her soft thighs together. Drinking hard all by herself, I couldn’t help but get an erection watching her softly rub her legs against each other, as I tried in vain to keep my mind on the road. Hoping she too was probably aroused as I was, I was then shocked when we reached North Sydney and she told me she wanted me to pull over. I asked her what the problem was and she surprised me telling me she was dying to go to the bathroom.
Knowing we weren’t going to make it to Manly for another 20 minutes, Imogen then told me to find a park and pull over. Already half way through the bottle of Champagne, on her instructions I started to take the back streets through Neutral Bay and Mosman. We both giggled as we searched out for a park to stop at. Finally finding one, I pulled over and Imogen eagerly opened the door to get out and pee. Switching my lights off and preparing to wait for her she then looked over at me curiously.
“Well, aren’t you coming?” She asked, while holding her hand up her hiked open dress and between her legs.
I replied, “Where? I’m okay, I’ll wait,”
Imogen then pouted and told me she was afraid to go in the park all alone. Leaving the car in the middle of the quiet secluded street, I threw the transmission into park and followed her close behind as she stumbled and staggered, looking for a place to go. Drinking the entire way out of the city and over the bridge I guessed that the last bottle she had been eagerly sculling in the car had clearly put her over the edge. I smirked to myself, astounded about the entire situation I had gotten myself into.
Here I was with Imogen Bailey no doubt, having just met her only a few minutes earlier, in a secluded park trying to find a place to piss. Finding a darkened area Imogen crouched down beside a bush and finally released her bladder. Not usually into that sort of thing I couldn’t help but find the whole situation erotic. Seeing her crouch there in that very sexy low cut dress, I have to admit it was a huge turn on. For a moment I then wondered how she was doing it (underwear wise), and if she had remembered to take them off?
Although I couldn’t see much, I could clearly hear her as it sounded as if she was pissing a stream! Apparently frustrated, she was holding herself up (against a tree) with one hand while trying in vain to pull her panties to one side and pee on the grass. I was surprise at just how much there was, as it seemed as though she was peeing strongly for a full straight minute. I freak out and started laughing, causing her to laugh as well.
She giggled, “Shut up, I’ve had a lot of champagne okay,”
Laughing and trying to hold herself up Imogen couldn’t stand the pressure and nearly tumbled over. I quickly went over to catch her, and now held her in place. Finishing up, I was now laughing hysterically as I helped her up. A minute later, to my delight her outfit was caught around her waist. Attempting to pull it down I spotted her sexy underwear for the first time. Re-Adjusting herself it appeared she was wearing a sheer black g-string. Making our way back towards the street and the car my heart was pounding in my chest thinking it was now or never!
Wanting to desperately fuck her, I watched her stumble in front of me and appreciated she was totally drunk and didn’t even know my name. I was slowly convincing myself, I could do anything to her and she wouldn’t be the wiser. But over thinking it and wasting too much time I missed my opportunity and we soon got back to the car. Hugely crushed and disappointed with myself a minute later we were off, heading towards Manly once again.
Imogen now seemed to be a lot calmer than before, and as we passed the spit bridge I speculated she was as disappointed as I was for not making a move on her. Noticing she could barely keep her eyes open, she soon starting to nod off – just as we arrived a suburb away from our destination. I then realized I didn’t know where she wanted me to go? I needed directions and I needed them fast, but she’d fallen asleep. Pulling over on the main road, I tried to wake her but she was way too tired, or annoyed, I wasn’t exactly sure.
Reaching over, I then gently placed my hand on her knee and didn’t get any response from her. Holding my breath and taking a quick look around I then slid my hand up her bare leg and across to her inner thigh – still, nothing. Truth was, the whole world disappeared for those next few minutes as the only thing I could hear was the throbbing of my cock and the pounding of my heart. It was pounding so hard I thought it would burst!
“Holy shit,” I whispered to myself, never feeling such soft skin in my entire life.
To my wonder I then watched as Imogen softly groaned to my touch. Gently biting her bottom lip I carefully pulled her knees apart a little and slid my hand further between her legs to get my first touch of her damp panties. Sighing softly, I brushed the tips of my finger tips over her silk underwear – gingerly caressing her pussy through her Gee. Then to my amazement, Imogen slowly parted her legs slightly, and instinctively let out a low whimper. Taking this as a sign to go further I then unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over to play with her – softly kissing and caressing her neck and throat.
Breathing in her ear I breathed, “You like that don’t ya baby… yeah?”
She simply replied by softly mumbling, “Mmmm, yessss…”
Sliding my fingers into her moist panties, I gasped with excitement as I found her hot 29-year-old pussy to be completely shaved bald! Running my fingers over the full length of her surprisingly slick slit, she unconsciously spread her legs further for me, causing me to catch my breath and giving me better access to her pussy. I now started to play and eagerly finger her cunt, all the while pulled over with the hazards on by the side of the main road towards Manly!
As I played and explored her tight little hairless snatch for the next few minutes, two government buses beeped and passed us, causing her to slowly regain consciousness and mumble incoherently.
Feeling my hands all over her body, she mumbled for me to stop. Slowly awakening her objections became more audible and frequent, so I finally and reluctantly stopped and pulled away. Acting as if nothing had happened I then asked her for further directions to her place and she groggily pointed towards the intersection telling me to make a left.
As we travelled along once again, I smirked to myself as I watched from the corner of my eye Imogen reach down and re-adjust herself in her outfit. Apparently her breasts seemed to be moist with saliva and her panties had been pushed into her slit.
Getting sleepy directions from her we turned towards the beach and down an alleyway which was behind a set of brand new high rise apartments. Seeing her building she happily mumbled we had arrived. I pulled over and watched as she attempted to get out of the car. Disappointed for a moment, I feared she was going to leave me there without even a kiss or a thank you and I was never going to see her again. Luckily for me she was now feeling worse for wear and thinking for just a moment she then asked if I could help her up to her suite. I was more than happy to oblige.
She mumbled, “I think I might… need some help… I’m so wasted…”
I locked the car right then and there, (double parking it again only this time on the foot path – fuck a fine, it was worth it!) and walked together, helping carry her to the lift. In the elevator she lazily hit a number of buttons and giggled. Holding her up with her arms draped around me she was all over me. Seeing the way she was now starting to act (acting overly drunk), I was beginning to suspect she wasn’t as far gone as she was putting on. For what ever reason she was pretending to be totally wasted when in actual fact she was mildly drunk and just very tired.
Travelling up in the lift I thought, I was about to find out why she was faking – did she want me to leave or was it something else? Standing pressed up against each other it was then she smiled up at me and I leaned over to kiss her on the lips for the first time. Making the first move she was initially unresponsive but then quickly took charge, kissing me back hard. We then proceeded to make out for a few minutes, and distracted, we rode the lift up and down a number of times before finally catching it all the way up to the top floor once again.
To my surprise she was a great kisser, and finally she chose to show me her apartment was situated on level 15, the top floor. Stepping out, we stumbled towards her apartment. Fumbling with the keys, inside, Imogen immediately went for her bedroom while I went to use her bathroom. Up until that point, I still wasn’t convinced that in actual fact she was model turned TV personality, Imogen Bailey. I just couldn’t believe my luck. I had to be 100% sure and I got that clarification when I turned and noticed on her bathroom walls pictures of her with other celebrities.
I was now certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that she in fact was who I was hoping she was. Stepping out of the bathroom a minute later I briefly surveyed her apartment before finding her passed out on her bed – a huge comfortable king sized bed in which she was lying on the corner of it face down on her stomach, unconscious. To my delight from where I stood I could clearly see right up her skimpy dress and make out her G-string. The sexy sight caused me to stiffen up, again!
Seeing her there all defenceless, exposed, and vulnerable, I nudged her a few times but she was seemingly out cold. Kneeling beside her I then gently pushed her legs apart and stared at her panty clad pussy. Studying it intently for a moment I then reached up and pulled on them, carefully sliding them down her smooth legs. I now had complete access to her bare ass and crotch. Turning her over onto her back she groaned briefly as I then parted her legs a little, positioning myself between them. With my face only inches away from her hairless snatch I explored it with my fingers.
“God damn you so beautiful!” I said to myself.
I could smell her arousal and sliding my finger up and down the full length of her pussy, I found her to be quite wet. Adding a second finger I couldn’t resist any longer and soon leaned over to taste her.
“Fucking sweet as...” I moaned, before leaning back over to get another mouth full of her pussy juices.
Eating her meticulously, I sighed contently as she had the most sweetest, impeccable pussy I’d ever seen let alone tasted. Licking her cunt tenderly, I worked my way down to her ass and heard her softly groan to the touch. It had apparently roused her. I couldn’t get over how incredible she was – she was absolutely spotless. Licking her deeper, harder, and more deliberately, she then suddenly began to moan louder.
“Ohhhh... pleeeeese... oooohhhhh fuuuuuuuck! Yessss...” she moaned loudly, tossing her head from side to side.
Suddenly, she climaxed strongly and loudly, constricting her pussy muscles around my tongue, she filled my mouth with her sweet nectar! Moaning loudly she then pulled me up to her face and we made out passionately. Tasting her own pussy juice on my lips she moaned even louder. Unable to control myself or hold back any longer I then pulled out my cock and placing the head against her sopping slit. Staring deep into her eyes I then pushed in, passing her lips and causing her to groan out in surprise and pleasure!
Sinking my pole all the way inside her, I slowly eased my way out before I then went to work on her, fucking her wildly. With her legs wrapped tightly around my body, I fuck her hard and fast.
“Ahh yessss…” she groaned out loud as I thrust into her, “Ohhhh godddd! Yessss, fuck yes!!”
Her pussy felt incredible, tight, slick, and velvety smooth. Grinding our bodies against each other, I was apparently rubbing against her clit, and she was more than willing to let me know, loudly!
“Arrhhhh fuuuuck… right there, yessss… you’re… uuuuuhhh... hitting my clllllit!”
Hearing her screams, I picked up the pace. I was now fucking her so hard her body was literally bouncing against and off the bed below her!
“ARGHHH FUUUUCK… FUUUUCK MEEEEE!” she yelled, “I’M GONNAAAAA… CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!!”
Finally, after shrieking out loud she screamed out an orgasm at the top of her lungs – digging her long well manicured nails into my back. Moving off of her for just a moment, I quickly stripped off my shirt and pants to get more comfortable as she just lay there catching her breath and panting heavily. Legs spread, sweating profusely, and dripping with excitement, I looked down at her to see her deviously tweak a nipple – twisting it. Seeing her like that I was unable to resist, and before thinking dropped to my knees and began to eat her pussy and ass again.
This time with her wide awake, she seemed to be especially sensitive and loved it when I ate her tiny rigid ass. Suddenly jumping to my feet, before she even realized what was going on I moved to stand beside the bed and gripping my hard-on I reached down and grabbed a handful of her long dirty blonde hair. Then without warning, I pulled her close to the edge and hearing her gasp out with shock to my aggressiveness, forcefully thrust my fat throbbing cock past her trembling lips and into her warm mouth.
“Oh yeah,” I demanded, “Come here and suck my dick!”
“Mmmpphhhh… I… mmmpphhhh, mmm…” she mumbled.
Imogen initially groaned in objection and her eyes shot open before she finally relaxed and began to suck. The impromptu blowjob was everything I’d imagined it to be. I used her hot little mouth as my own personal little fuck toy and she seemed to love it, even get off on it. Imogen was such a good little cock swallower I soon lost control and without warning erupted deep inside her mouth. Pulling out a split second too late, I watched as strand after strand of hot gooey love juice spurted out across her face and open mouth and into the back of her small throat. Gagging momentarily she coughed and sputtered loudly before swallowing most of my salty load.
“Mmm, Mmmm Mmmppphhh, AAAARRGHHH *cough* UUUUHHHHH!” she gasped for air.
I collapsed beside her on the bed, and breathed heavily for a few moments. Looking over at her after a minute I then heard what sounded like light snoring coming from her side of the bed. I couldn’t believe it, the bitch feel asleep – with spunk all over her mouth and face. Exhausted, I lay there with a huge grin on my face, falling asleep as well…
To Be Continued…
Featuring Imogen Bailey
By The Pornographer
(MF, voy, reluc, Blowjob)
This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
Feel free to send any comments, suggestions and death threats to celebfanforum.com
Staying up late one Tuesday night, it was just after 3am when I decided to go grab a bite to eat. Jumping into my new Beemer, I drove towards the city looking for anything that was open 24 hours. Passing through Kings Cross, I spotted some flashing lights and came across the take away, Harry De Wheels. Harry De Wheels was somewhat of a landmark, a small trailer that had been selling Meat Pie’s and Hot Dogs for over 50+ years. Suddenly craving one of Harry’s signature Hot Dogs, I parked my car across the road and went to order my food.
Browsing the menu it was then I heard and noticed a group of rather rowdy party goers who were impeccably dressed but intoxicated, and had come from a bar just a few meters away. They were apparently attending a Film and Television Industry fun raiser. Back to Harry’s menu, I turned to order my food and then glanced next to me to suddenly spot a very sexy, petite, hot little blonde standing beside me. Apparently alone, I guessed she had come from the party as she was dressed sexily and was clutching a gift wrapped bottle of champagne.
Smiling up at me, I almost immediately thought I recognized her from somewhere, but for the life of me I just couldn’t remember her name. Standing at about 5’3, she had bright blue eyes, long dirty blonde hair, and looked to be in her late 20’s. She had a hot little athletic body on her and glancing over at her every now and then I realized she was clearly intoxicated as she stood there swaying gently in the breeze. Dressed up to the nines, she was wearing a skimpy short black dress, which barely covered her thighs and wrapped itself under her feminine arms.
To everyone’s delight her cleavage was mashed together causing her large fake breasts to be on full display, not to mention her long incredible legs. With her shoulders, back, and neck completely exposed, her outfit was topped off with a pair of chunky, clear coloured see-through heels – she looked phenomenal. Trying to remember who she was, I then heard one of the guys from the group behind us call out her name – trying in vain to get her attention.
“Hey Imogen… Imogen!” One of the drunken professionals shouted at her, “Are you leaving already, honey?”
I looked over at her one final time and then realized who she actually was. She was none other than Australian model and Television personality, Imogen Bailey!
Hearing the guys loudly joke and yell out her name, Imogen Rolled her eyes at me before finally turning to address the table full of louts. As she spoke it was apparent that although she knew them, pissed, they continued to howl and cat call at her while speaking with them. Embarrassed, Imogen then attempted to ignore them and turned to view the menu once again. Standing with me against the counter we exchanged a few extra smiles and stares before I finally had to say something.
“So you know those guys do ya?” I asked her, breaking the ice.
Imogen replied, “Yeah, sadly… they’re cool, just some guys I work with,”
Judging from her slurred speech I could see she was fairly drunk.
“So obviously you’ve just come from that party over there,” I smiled, “Is it good?”
Imogen simply answered me by nodding her head back towards the table full of executives, as if telling me the party was filled with yobbos and drunks.
“Ohhh-kay,” I said, causing her to chuckle.
Chatting with each other, we both received our meals and stood in the same area eating and giggling together – mostly just poking fun at the guys she knew. A few minutes later, I finished my food and reluctantly started to leave.
To my surprise, Imogen then asked me, “So... what are you up to now?”
I told her that seeing it was so late I was going to be heading home. Seeing her disappointment, just to be polite I asked her if she’d like a lift, never expecting her to accept.
I was stunned when she nodded and replied, “Great, let’s go!”
To the admiration of others, we cleaned ourselves up and head towards my car to leave. Howling excitedly, the guys at the table had seen us meet before chatting and now realized I had successfully picked her up. Truth be told, I was only giving her a lift, but they didn’t know that – who knows what they thought!
Stepping to the side of the car I then glanced back to catch Imogen flirt with the guys, going over to them and kissing one of them on the cheek. Extremely excited the group cheered for a moment as she charmed them all and then suddenly without warning she grabbed the extra bottle of Champagne from their table and walked away, towards my direction.
With a huge grin on her face she giggled, “You don’t mind if I borrow that do you?”
Everyone at the table cheered even louder as she walked away, swinging her small hips and strutting her stuff. Getting into my car, I peeled off before asking her in which direction I was going. I didn’t have a clue where she lived. Opening the bottle of Champagne in the passenger seat she then took a big gulp from it and told me she was staying at Manly. Even though it was in the complete opposite direction to where I was originally going, I lied and told her I too was from the north shore.
Glancing over at her as I drove through the city, I noticed to my delight that her skimpy little dress now hiked up all the way – exposing her firm, smooth, slender thighs. At times, Imogen’s outfit was so short I thought I could almost see all the way up to get a peek at her underwear, but somehow through the flashing city lights they never appeared. Either way, I was sure if anything her ass and panties were probably more likely resting against the black leather seat she was squirming around in, rather than her outfit.
As we drove over the bridge I looked down and noticed she was now gently grinding her soft thighs together. Drinking hard all by herself, I couldn’t help but get an erection watching her softly rub her legs against each other, as I tried in vain to keep my mind on the road. Hoping she too was probably aroused as I was, I was then shocked when we reached North Sydney and she told me she wanted me to pull over. I asked her what the problem was and she surprised me telling me she was dying to go to the bathroom.
Knowing we weren’t going to make it to Manly for another 20 minutes, Imogen then told me to find a park and pull over. Already half way through the bottle of Champagne, on her instructions I started to take the back streets through Neutral Bay and Mosman. We both giggled as we searched out for a park to stop at. Finally finding one, I pulled over and Imogen eagerly opened the door to get out and pee. Switching my lights off and preparing to wait for her she then looked over at me curiously.
“Well, aren’t you coming?” She asked, while holding her hand up her hiked open dress and between her legs.
I replied, “Where? I’m okay, I’ll wait,”
Imogen then pouted and told me she was afraid to go in the park all alone. Leaving the car in the middle of the quiet secluded street, I threw the transmission into park and followed her close behind as she stumbled and staggered, looking for a place to go. Drinking the entire way out of the city and over the bridge I guessed that the last bottle she had been eagerly sculling in the car had clearly put her over the edge. I smirked to myself, astounded about the entire situation I had gotten myself into.
Here I was with Imogen Bailey no doubt, having just met her only a few minutes earlier, in a secluded park trying to find a place to piss. Finding a darkened area Imogen crouched down beside a bush and finally released her bladder. Not usually into that sort of thing I couldn’t help but find the whole situation erotic. Seeing her crouch there in that very sexy low cut dress, I have to admit it was a huge turn on. For a moment I then wondered how she was doing it (underwear wise), and if she had remembered to take them off?
Although I couldn’t see much, I could clearly hear her as it sounded as if she was pissing a stream! Apparently frustrated, she was holding herself up (against a tree) with one hand while trying in vain to pull her panties to one side and pee on the grass. I was surprise at just how much there was, as it seemed as though she was peeing strongly for a full straight minute. I freak out and started laughing, causing her to laugh as well.
She giggled, “Shut up, I’ve had a lot of champagne okay,”
Laughing and trying to hold herself up Imogen couldn’t stand the pressure and nearly tumbled over. I quickly went over to catch her, and now held her in place. Finishing up, I was now laughing hysterically as I helped her up. A minute later, to my delight her outfit was caught around her waist. Attempting to pull it down I spotted her sexy underwear for the first time. Re-Adjusting herself it appeared she was wearing a sheer black g-string. Making our way back towards the street and the car my heart was pounding in my chest thinking it was now or never!
Wanting to desperately fuck her, I watched her stumble in front of me and appreciated she was totally drunk and didn’t even know my name. I was slowly convincing myself, I could do anything to her and she wouldn’t be the wiser. But over thinking it and wasting too much time I missed my opportunity and we soon got back to the car. Hugely crushed and disappointed with myself a minute later we were off, heading towards Manly once again.
Imogen now seemed to be a lot calmer than before, and as we passed the spit bridge I speculated she was as disappointed as I was for not making a move on her. Noticing she could barely keep her eyes open, she soon starting to nod off – just as we arrived a suburb away from our destination. I then realized I didn’t know where she wanted me to go? I needed directions and I needed them fast, but she’d fallen asleep. Pulling over on the main road, I tried to wake her but she was way too tired, or annoyed, I wasn’t exactly sure.
Reaching over, I then gently placed my hand on her knee and didn’t get any response from her. Holding my breath and taking a quick look around I then slid my hand up her bare leg and across to her inner thigh – still, nothing. Truth was, the whole world disappeared for those next few minutes as the only thing I could hear was the throbbing of my cock and the pounding of my heart. It was pounding so hard I thought it would burst!
“Holy shit,” I whispered to myself, never feeling such soft skin in my entire life.
To my wonder I then watched as Imogen softly groaned to my touch. Gently biting her bottom lip I carefully pulled her knees apart a little and slid my hand further between her legs to get my first touch of her damp panties. Sighing softly, I brushed the tips of my finger tips over her silk underwear – gingerly caressing her pussy through her Gee. Then to my amazement, Imogen slowly parted her legs slightly, and instinctively let out a low whimper. Taking this as a sign to go further I then unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over to play with her – softly kissing and caressing her neck and throat.
Breathing in her ear I breathed, “You like that don’t ya baby… yeah?”
She simply replied by softly mumbling, “Mmmm, yessss…”
Sliding my fingers into her moist panties, I gasped with excitement as I found her hot 29-year-old pussy to be completely shaved bald! Running my fingers over the full length of her surprisingly slick slit, she unconsciously spread her legs further for me, causing me to catch my breath and giving me better access to her pussy. I now started to play and eagerly finger her cunt, all the while pulled over with the hazards on by the side of the main road towards Manly!
As I played and explored her tight little hairless snatch for the next few minutes, two government buses beeped and passed us, causing her to slowly regain consciousness and mumble incoherently.
Feeling my hands all over her body, she mumbled for me to stop. Slowly awakening her objections became more audible and frequent, so I finally and reluctantly stopped and pulled away. Acting as if nothing had happened I then asked her for further directions to her place and she groggily pointed towards the intersection telling me to make a left.
As we travelled along once again, I smirked to myself as I watched from the corner of my eye Imogen reach down and re-adjust herself in her outfit. Apparently her breasts seemed to be moist with saliva and her panties had been pushed into her slit.
Getting sleepy directions from her we turned towards the beach and down an alleyway which was behind a set of brand new high rise apartments. Seeing her building she happily mumbled we had arrived. I pulled over and watched as she attempted to get out of the car. Disappointed for a moment, I feared she was going to leave me there without even a kiss or a thank you and I was never going to see her again. Luckily for me she was now feeling worse for wear and thinking for just a moment she then asked if I could help her up to her suite. I was more than happy to oblige.
She mumbled, “I think I might… need some help… I’m so wasted…”
I locked the car right then and there, (double parking it again only this time on the foot path – fuck a fine, it was worth it!) and walked together, helping carry her to the lift. In the elevator she lazily hit a number of buttons and giggled. Holding her up with her arms draped around me she was all over me. Seeing the way she was now starting to act (acting overly drunk), I was beginning to suspect she wasn’t as far gone as she was putting on. For what ever reason she was pretending to be totally wasted when in actual fact she was mildly drunk and just very tired.
Travelling up in the lift I thought, I was about to find out why she was faking – did she want me to leave or was it something else? Standing pressed up against each other it was then she smiled up at me and I leaned over to kiss her on the lips for the first time. Making the first move she was initially unresponsive but then quickly took charge, kissing me back hard. We then proceeded to make out for a few minutes, and distracted, we rode the lift up and down a number of times before finally catching it all the way up to the top floor once again.
To my surprise she was a great kisser, and finally she chose to show me her apartment was situated on level 15, the top floor. Stepping out, we stumbled towards her apartment. Fumbling with the keys, inside, Imogen immediately went for her bedroom while I went to use her bathroom. Up until that point, I still wasn’t convinced that in actual fact she was model turned TV personality, Imogen Bailey. I just couldn’t believe my luck. I had to be 100% sure and I got that clarification when I turned and noticed on her bathroom walls pictures of her with other celebrities.
I was now certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that she in fact was who I was hoping she was. Stepping out of the bathroom a minute later I briefly surveyed her apartment before finding her passed out on her bed – a huge comfortable king sized bed in which she was lying on the corner of it face down on her stomach, unconscious. To my delight from where I stood I could clearly see right up her skimpy dress and make out her G-string. The sexy sight caused me to stiffen up, again!
Seeing her there all defenceless, exposed, and vulnerable, I nudged her a few times but she was seemingly out cold. Kneeling beside her I then gently pushed her legs apart and stared at her panty clad pussy. Studying it intently for a moment I then reached up and pulled on them, carefully sliding them down her smooth legs. I now had complete access to her bare ass and crotch. Turning her over onto her back she groaned briefly as I then parted her legs a little, positioning myself between them. With my face only inches away from her hairless snatch I explored it with my fingers.
“God damn you so beautiful!” I said to myself.
I could smell her arousal and sliding my finger up and down the full length of her pussy, I found her to be quite wet. Adding a second finger I couldn’t resist any longer and soon leaned over to taste her.
“Fucking sweet as...” I moaned, before leaning back over to get another mouth full of her pussy juices.
Eating her meticulously, I sighed contently as she had the most sweetest, impeccable pussy I’d ever seen let alone tasted. Licking her cunt tenderly, I worked my way down to her ass and heard her softly groan to the touch. It had apparently roused her. I couldn’t get over how incredible she was – she was absolutely spotless. Licking her deeper, harder, and more deliberately, she then suddenly began to moan louder.
“Ohhhh... pleeeeese... oooohhhhh fuuuuuuuck! Yessss...” she moaned loudly, tossing her head from side to side.
Suddenly, she climaxed strongly and loudly, constricting her pussy muscles around my tongue, she filled my mouth with her sweet nectar! Moaning loudly she then pulled me up to her face and we made out passionately. Tasting her own pussy juice on my lips she moaned even louder. Unable to control myself or hold back any longer I then pulled out my cock and placing the head against her sopping slit. Staring deep into her eyes I then pushed in, passing her lips and causing her to groan out in surprise and pleasure!
Sinking my pole all the way inside her, I slowly eased my way out before I then went to work on her, fucking her wildly. With her legs wrapped tightly around my body, I fuck her hard and fast.
“Ahh yessss…” she groaned out loud as I thrust into her, “Ohhhh godddd! Yessss, fuck yes!!”
Her pussy felt incredible, tight, slick, and velvety smooth. Grinding our bodies against each other, I was apparently rubbing against her clit, and she was more than willing to let me know, loudly!
“Arrhhhh fuuuuck… right there, yessss… you’re… uuuuuhhh... hitting my clllllit!”
Hearing her screams, I picked up the pace. I was now fucking her so hard her body was literally bouncing against and off the bed below her!
“ARGHHH FUUUUCK… FUUUUCK MEEEEE!” she yelled, “I’M GONNAAAAA… CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!!”
Finally, after shrieking out loud she screamed out an orgasm at the top of her lungs – digging her long well manicured nails into my back. Moving off of her for just a moment, I quickly stripped off my shirt and pants to get more comfortable as she just lay there catching her breath and panting heavily. Legs spread, sweating profusely, and dripping with excitement, I looked down at her to see her deviously tweak a nipple – twisting it. Seeing her like that I was unable to resist, and before thinking dropped to my knees and began to eat her pussy and ass again.
This time with her wide awake, she seemed to be especially sensitive and loved it when I ate her tiny rigid ass. Suddenly jumping to my feet, before she even realized what was going on I moved to stand beside the bed and gripping my hard-on I reached down and grabbed a handful of her long dirty blonde hair. Then without warning, I pulled her close to the edge and hearing her gasp out with shock to my aggressiveness, forcefully thrust my fat throbbing cock past her trembling lips and into her warm mouth.
“Oh yeah,” I demanded, “Come here and suck my dick!”
“Mmmpphhhh… I… mmmpphhhh, mmm…” she mumbled.
Imogen initially groaned in objection and her eyes shot open before she finally relaxed and began to suck. The impromptu blowjob was everything I’d imagined it to be. I used her hot little mouth as my own personal little fuck toy and she seemed to love it, even get off on it. Imogen was such a good little cock swallower I soon lost control and without warning erupted deep inside her mouth. Pulling out a split second too late, I watched as strand after strand of hot gooey love juice spurted out across her face and open mouth and into the back of her small throat. Gagging momentarily she coughed and sputtered loudly before swallowing most of my salty load.
“Mmm, Mmmm Mmmppphhh, AAAARRGHHH *cough* UUUUHHHHH!” she gasped for air.
I collapsed beside her on the bed, and breathed heavily for a few moments. Looking over at her after a minute I then heard what sounded like light snoring coming from her side of the bed. I couldn’t believe it, the bitch feel asleep – with spunk all over her mouth and face. Exhausted, I lay there with a huge grin on my face, falling asleep as well…
To Be Continued…