"Attack of the Munn" with Olivia Munn
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With Olivia Munn
Written by TPG
CODES: MF, voy, mast, handjob
DISCLAIMER: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only
I guess you could say that my introduction to Olivia Munn was through a series of coincidences. It all began the day I had accompanied my brother to the E3 convention in Las Vegas.
As expected my brother was absolutely beside himself when he realized that one of the G4 ladies would be making an appearance there, and we made our way to the "AOTS" booth.
Unfortunately for us we soon learned that the line to see her was incredibly long, so long in fact that it was a two hour late.
To make matters worse, it was then announced that the popular model-turned-host would be taking a break from signing autographs for a few minutes and the entire crowd booed with disappointment.
"Fuck. This is bullshit." I told my brother. "I'm not going to spend my last day in Vegas stuck in a queue bro."
Nevertheless my brother seemed determined to meet her and we argued for a few minutes before I finally convinced him that lining up to meet her was pointless.
With that settled he then took the opportunity to take a leak while I headed outside to enjoy a cigarette. But it was while stepping outside that I noticed a very attractive brunette who was playing with her phone.
Feeling bold, I then offered her a light before we began to make conversation until she was soon called to go back inside.
To be perfectly honest with you I simply assumed she was just another hot presentational model at the show, but as my brother emerged from the men's room he immediately turned as white as a bed sheet and pointed her out.
"Shit. That's her!!" he claimed. "That's Olivia Munn."
"Bullshit." I snickered. "Are you sure."
"Holy shit. What did you two talk about." he gasped. "Is she's staying in town for long. Did you get her autograph. Tell me everything!!"
While I tried to calm him down, we stepped back into the convention center to see an even longer line of fans queue to meet her and made our way towards the exit...only to hear the Asian vixen yell out loud and wave me over.
"Hey. You. Come over here." she announced, making a scene.
"Oh. My. God." my brother huffed. "She's talking to you!"
Not wanting to be rude, I wandered over to see what Olivia wanted and blushed as she handed me back my lighter.
"I forgot to give this back to you." she smiled sweetly. "Lucky for you I'm honest, right."
"Thanks," I replied while a little embarrassed. "But you can keep it if you like."
"Nah, I couldn't possibly do that. I'd feel too guilty." Olivia claimed. "I know. How about we make a trade. Want an autograph."
"Sure." my brother chimed in, making her giggle.
"I didn't know you were a fan of the show." Olivia directed at me while she proceeded to sign her name on a large poster of herself dressed as Princess Leia. "Why didn't you mention it outside."
I explained that it was my kid brother who was infatuated with her, and feeling bad, she graciously took a few photos with him.
"I'm telling all my fans to visit my new website." she added.
"Hell-Yeah." my brother exclaimed, making me roll my eyes.
He was clearly overjoyed at meeting her in person and wasn't ashamed to show it.
Minutes later we finally started to leave and I glanced over my shoulder to catch her looking back at me, flashing me a knowing smile that told me that she was more than interested.
"She's so fucking hot, don't you think." my brother claimed outside. "Wasn't she totally worth it."
"Yeah. I guess." I had to agree. "She's definitely sexy."
A few days later...I was back in New York and seated in front of my laptop when I recalled my encounter with the sexy Euro-Asian and decided to drop by her website.
But as luck would have it Olivia not only appeared to be on her website but was in fact in the middle of a live cam show, apparently entertaining her members. With nothing to lose I decided to join the "chat room" and amusingly enough it didn't take long for her to remember who I was.
With that said, Olivia then invited me to a "private room" were we could catch up and converse together, and it didn't take long to pick up right where we left off, with her asking about my brother and expressing how sweet and cute he was.
"Do you think I've got a shot." she joked.
"Never mind the fact you're older than him. No. I can't see why not."
"You're just jealous." she giggled. "Besides. There are advantages to dating an older woman."
"There are?"
"Sure. Some great...conversations."
As it turned out, Olivia and I got on so well that she insisted that we stay in touch, and to prove her point she gave me he private cell phone number and demanded I call her.
Over the next few weeks Munn and I became fast friends, and text-messaged each other at least several times a day.
In fact, she even proceeded to send me a few behind the scenes pix from her G4 show, snaps I was sure would literally give my kid brother a heart attack.
Then one evening things progressed significantly as she called me in the middle of the night and to my amusement sounded clearly intoxicated.
"Wake up, I'm horny." she remarked.
"And what do you want me to do about it." I snickered. "Wait. Are you drunk, Munn. What time is it in L.A right now."
It seemed Olivia was attempting to call one of her friends (for a booty call I assume) but had inadvertently dialed my number instead.
She then went on to explain how she was out on the street and in the process of leaving some private Hollywood party on Sunset Boulevard, and that she wanted to call and talk to someone as she was feeling particularly lonely and frustrated.
Olivia then claimed how several sleazy guys had tried to pick her up throughout the evening, but that she simply wanted to go home and fuck her vibrator instead.
While I might have been half asleep when she initially called, I was now fully awake and aroused by her drunken admission.
"So you do own a vibrator." I commented. "In that case, why even go out."
"I know right!" she giggled. "Who needs a man when I can get myself off."
As she said this, she apparently spoke a little too loudly and I laughed as I heard several woof-whistled and men jeer her in the foreground.
"Yeah, men are just pigs." I laughed, agreeing with her and trying to get on her good side.
"You got that right." she concurred. "They all just want one thing...and I'm through giving blow jobs."
I had to laugh at her state of mind. In her current drunken haze I was sure she didn't know what she was saying. Still, as drunk and incoherent as she was she was so damn adorable.
It was then to my surprise that she told me about some guy she has been eyeing throughout the evening who I could hear in the background offering her a ride home.
"Shit, what should I do." Munn whispered into the phone as he was briefly distracted with his own phone conversation.
I told her to go for it, and with that she offered me a kiss through the phone and hung up.
Glancing at the time I realized it was now 2am, and I found it hard to sleep knowing that Olivia was most probably screwing this guy while I lay alone in my bed on the other side of the country.
In fact the entire incident left me a little confused as I wondered just what kind of relationship we in fact had.
On the one hand she had thought to dial my number to talk to me in the middle of the night, but on the other hand she had openly expressed interest in someone else.
I didn't know what to think, but the next morning I got a message from her apologizing for her late night phone call and a promise to call later on and explain herself.
"I'm so sorry about this morning." she apologized, as I explained that there was nothing to be sorry about.
I was then shocked once again by her next remark.
"Did you think about me after the phone call and get off."
"Huh." I replied, as she laughed at her own comment.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I guess you're not used to my dry humor yet."
"No, but I like it."
Olivia then admitted to me how she could hardly remember a thing from last night, but knew that she had called me and most probably offended me somehow.
"I was so tanked last night." she groaned. "I totally blacked out in the guy's car."
"Oh great." I rolled my eyes. "That's always good to hear."
Munn told me that she was sorry if she had offended me in anyway and promised to make it up to me someday.
She also went on to confess that she had a little drinking problem and that when she got drunk, she frequently called friends and ex-boyfriends and tried to hook up.
"It's fine, really." I reassure her. "In fact, you sounded damn adorable last night. I wish I was with you."
"Oh trust me, no you don't." she replied. "At one point I was so worked up I think I would have slept with the nearest person with a cock."
"And you're point is." I laughed, making her giggle.
I then asked her about her "friend" who had given her a ride home, and was relieved to hear that their little encounter was all for nothing as he had turned out to be gay, and that she had ended up going home alone and making love to her toy.
"You made love to the vibrator." I chuckled.
"Well I guess I shouldn't say made love," she snickered. "More like fucked intensely before falling into a sleep induced coma."
As I laughed she went on.
"If someone had walked in on me this morning they would have stumbled on a crazy scene. I woke up still dress from last night and with my toy lying between my legs. It almost looked like I'd been raped by a cyborg."
"Yeah well...resistance is futile." I replied, making her laugh.
"You idiot." she replied in an affectionate tone.
"So are you okay now." I grinned. "Did you get all your frustrations out last night."
"Err. Not really." she answered honestly. "But enough to hold me over for a few more days."
Over the next few days Olivia and I grew closer through our constant texting and emailing and she soon began to send me more than just texts, sharing racier candids of herself, some of which contained nudity.
In one photo in particular, she took a self shot candid of herself via the mirror, clad in nothing but a black thong while clutching/concealing her natural breasts with her arm.
"Wish you were here." the message said underneath it.
She had apparently been tanning topless at home and claimed that she was about to take a shower to "unwind" as she put it, which in Munn code meant that she was going to get off with her vibrator.
Aside from these very sexy pix, it was later that night that she asked me to join her online for a private cam show from her house, and I was soon taken aback at her dress, or lack thereof.
To my amazement Olivia had logged on clad in nothing more than her underwear, which consisted of sheer black panties and a matching bra, and despite this skimpy ensemble she continued to casually chat to me about her day.
She was driving me absolutely bat-shit crazy with lust, which I assume she knew full well and got a kick out of, as she would constantly make crude comments about me ending our conversation and running off to go jerk off.
I think she actually got a kick out of provoking me (and men in general) for that matter. She genuinely seem to enjoy the idea of men around the world beating off to her.
"Okay well, I'm off to bed." she stated before downing a large glass of water and allowing it to dribble down her neck and between her breasts. "You can finally go and jerk off to me now."
"Yeah, right." I replied. "More like you can go finger-bang yourself into a coma again."
"Why would I need to finger-bang myself when I have my toy." she countered, before presenting the said device up to the screen.
I was surprised to see that her toy consisted of a powerful Rabbit Vibrator which was renowned to be one of the most reliable and formidable sex toys on the market.
"Besides, in the mood I'm in right now I might need some new batteries when I'm through with this little sucker tonight."
With that image now etched in my brain, we wrapped up our video chat and once again I found it hard to sleep, but it wasn't more than a half hour later that she texted me a sly message.
Did You Cum Yet :P
-Munn
I was startled by her shameless message.
A Bucket Load.
-Me
I replied, hoping that this would amuse her. But her reply only shocked me more.
Mm. Good Boy. Yummy.
-Munn.
The next day, Olivia had some exciting news to tell me via text. It seemed she was coming to New York for a few days and was auditioning for a job as a roving reporter and correspondent on "The Daily Show" with Jon Stewart.
"I'm so excited I could blow someone right now!" she wrote, taking my breath away once again.
Munn then insisted we finally meet up for lunch, and we arranged to see each other on Wednesday afternoon.
Ultimately the big day rolled around and I was a bundle of nerves as I sat patiently waiting for her to arrive, but to my chagrin she never showed and I was heartbroken.
It was only later that evening that she finally replied to my many text messages throughout the day explaining how she had inadvertently bumped into an old boyfriend on the street and had ended up catching up, spending the night at his place in the city.
I felt used and manipulated, like a real ass. Maybe she didn't have feelings for me the way I had assumed, and really just saw me as a friend or "text" buddy?
I was in danger of being in the "friend" zone and I hated it. Olivia then proceeded to send me several messages throughout the next few days but I didn't respond.
I guess I was still furious with her for standing me up and leading me on, and ruining a great moment together all for a roll in the hay with an ex-boyfriend no less.
Finally though, she got a hold of me and wasted little time abusing and berating me for my lack of interest.
"Finally!" she exclaimed over the phone. "What the fuck is your problem! I've been trying to contact you all week. Why haven't you gotten back to me!"
Hearing her tone, I almost hung up on her right away but instead gave her some lame excuse before she insisted that we meet up again.
"You do want to meet in person don't you."
She could tell from my lack of motivation that I was over it, over her.
"Look, I—" I began to say before she interrupted me mid sentence.
"Listen. I won't take no for an answer, understand!" she affirmed. "It's my last day in town, and you better meet with me if you know what's good for you."
Feeling smug, I then took a snipe at her.
"But are you sure you're going to make it this time around." I quipped. "Or are you going to hook up with one of your ex-douche bags again."
"Ouch. Feel better." she replied. "Smart-ass."
"Is that what this is all about." she added a moment later. "Are you still pissed because I missed our date."
Feeling vulnerable I almost hung up in her face again, never to speak to her again but instead shrugged my shoulders and told her not to worry about it, as she then promised to make it up to me and agreed to do whatever I wanted to do.
"Yeah, sure." I scoffed.
"No, seriously." she insisted. "Tonight I'll do whatever you want to do, I swear."
With that said I then suggested that we meet at a local diner to grab a bite to eat before catching a film in Tribeca, and to my surprise she wholeheartedly agreed.
Fortunately for me Olivia did show later that evening, and managed to looked absolutely gorgeous.
But it seemed since the last time we had spoken earlier that day, that her mood had changed and she now seemed a little more irritable and annoyed.
It took of several minutes of probing but she finally admitted that she was in a foul mood as she had apparently gotten into a fight with one of her ex-boyfriends.
While I then attempted to cheer her up, Olivia told me that she wasn't in the mood to eat but instead wanted to drink, and drink hard. Munn and I then proceeded to order up several drinks and I soon noted how she constantly made references about sex and getting laid.
I suppose with her quirky humor it was nothing out of the ordinary, but I guess it seemed different somehow seeing the words come out of her mouth in person.
I guess I had always assumed that most of her crude remarks were said in jest or fun, but watching her now I could see that there seemed to be some truth to her comments.
With our movie not starting for another hour, I jokingly offered to show her the more seedy side of New York City, and Olivia seemed more than eager.
With that settled we got up to leave the diner and hailed a cab just as it started to rain heavily, and to my delight her shirt was quickly soaked through, causing her nipples to stand at full attention.
Inside the cab, Olivia rubbed her hands with mine trying to keep warm and noticed me glaring down at her shirt, her thick dark nipples protruding hard against the thin material. Was she even wearing a bra? I wondered.
"Don't worry. My nipples aren't hard because of you." she remarked while texting someone on her phone. "I'm just cold right now."
"Thanks. That's reassuring." I rolled my eyes. "You sure know how to make a guy feel special Munn."
"Hey. I could always lie to you if you like, and tell you that you're really turn me on...that you really make me wet." she grinned, referring to her soaked clothes.
"So, why don't you." I replied, "It never stopped you before."
As we drove through the city it was then she asked me where I was taking her, and I reminded her of a conversation we shared a few weeks earlier in which she had mentioned something about visiting one of the famed adult stores in the city, to do a little window shopping for a new toy.
Recalling this, Olivia finally grinned.
"Are you taking me where I think you are."
A minute later we pulled over to the curb and climbed out in front of one of New York's infamous adult shop.
Inside Munn and I perused the isles and shared a laugh before I mentioned how lucky she was that the place was not teeming with strange men like usual, as the cops had apparently raided the establishment a few days earlier and shut down the peep show in the back.
To my surprise Olivia didn't seem to know what I was referring to, as I tried to explain how it was similar to an adult theater.
Once again she seemed baffled and confused as I laughed at her expense, taken aback as she admitted to me that she had never seen or heard of a porn cinema before.
"Bullshit, really." I replied. "How can that be."
"Hey, there's this new invention in town." she scoffed. "It's called the internet. Ever heard of it. That's where I get all my free porn from."
As we playfully jabbed at each other we soon left the adult store and made our way outside where I pointed to the adult theater.
"Well I guess tonight is your lucky night."
"No, really." she stated sarcastically. "We have the entire city at our disposal and you want to take me to an adult theater."
"What are you afraid of Munn." I dared. "What happen to little miss free-spirit."
"Afraid. Moi. Never." she stated smugly as we dashed across the street in the rain and approached the lobby and purchased two tickets.
Inside, Munn grabbed my arm nervously as we were confronted with a large screen full of smut, and several empty rows with just two or three patrons seated alone, enjoying the show.
Olivia and I then grabbed the very last row in the very corner of the room and she couldn't stop laughing and blushing.
"I can't believe I let you take me in here." she whispered. "This is so perverted."
"Oh come on." I snickered. "Where's your sense of adventure."
"I'd ask for popcorn, but—" she joked as we took a seat. "In a place like this who knows what kind of surprise I'd get."
"Sure. Just don't ask them to butter it for you." I remarked, making her laugh.
A minute later Olivia reached into her handbag and helped herself to a bag of M&M's as we sat watching porn. Suddenly a new scene flashed across the screen, and introduced porn starlet Sasha Grey.
"oh-god. I know her!" Olivia exclaimed with a mouth full of chocolate. "Oh wow. I've never seen any of her movies before but Kevin (her co-host) raves about her all the time. This should be interesting."
We then watched the explicit film which featured several women getting it on with Sasha, and despite Olivia's joking demeanor I could tell she was getting a kick out of the show.
I noticed that she could not seem to sit still for a single moment, and constantly squirmed and moved her legs around in her seat. Annoyed, I finally stopped her by placing my hands on her knee and she ceased tapping her feet for just a minute or two.
"Hey, don't get any ideas in here." she grinned. "If I wanted to fuck you, I would have done it already."
"Oh really." I replied, as she laughed at my reaction and slipped another piece of chocolate into her mouth.
"Believe me." she went on, never taking her eyes away from the screen. "If that were the case, we'd be back at my hotel right now and I'd be rocking your world."
"Well someone thinks highly of themselves."
"Trust me." Olivia grinned. "You know I'm right."
Regardless of the truth, I simply rolled my eyes and looked back at the screen as Olivia went on to claim that if I were ever fortunate enough to have sex with her it would be the best fuck of my life.
But amusingly enough, it was then Munn was taken aback mid sentence as she glanced across the back isle of the theater and caught sight of one of the other customers openly stroking his cock.
Olivia was so taken aback by this display that she grabbed hold of my hand and didn't let go, but despite her initial shock she apparently could not take her eyes off him as he keenly whacked off to the action on the screen.
"Holy Shit." she whispered. "How can he do that in here."
"What do you mean." I snickered. "Why do you think they come here for. Besides, it's pretty dark in here. You can't really see anything."
"I know, but—" Olivia whispered. "He's clearly whacking off."
Our conversation then turned towards masturbation with the G4 co-host informing me that although she was proficient at it, she hadn't had time to get off in several days, leaving her somewhat "frustrated."
"Well he certainly doesn't seem to have that problem." I chuckled, noting the way Olivia continued to glare at him, her eyes alternating between him and the screen over the next few minutes.
With all the noise and commotion emanating from the x-rated film, I had to admit the entire scene was pretty erotic, sitting there in the back row of the movie theater with Olivia Munn, while watching Sasha Grey being kissed and roughed up by an equally stunning Tori Black.
"Pretty hot stuff huh." I remarked.
"Wow. She's really pretty." Olivia admitted, as her eyes once again roamed to the side to look at our friendly masturbator.
"I think I might need to go to the bathroom soon." Munn added a minute later, insinuating that she herself had to get off.
"Bathroom." I laughed. "There's no need for that. People just get off in here all the time."
I watched as she turned and looked directly at the other man beating off in the back row. She was clearly intrigued and now having second thoughts about her own inhibitions.
"Yes but, you can see everything back here." she replied.
"Olivia, that's kind of the point." I pointed out. "Half the fun of doing it in public, is that you can been seen."
"I guess."
"Well, what would you rather: being alone in a strange cold, dirty bathroom back there...or here in the dark with me where no one is the wiser."
Olivia seemed unsure as I suddenly realized she was actually contemplating it, she actually wanted to masturbate!!
Truth be told I had only been joking with her for the most part, never expecting that she would actually consider doing it, but it seemed she was serious and growing more anxious and aroused with each passing minute.
The Tech savvy co-host then flashed me the most seductive look yet and told me that if I was willing to do it also, she could totally go through with it.
I gulped at the mere possibility, before we finally agreed to engage in some mutual masturbation...but only if I agreed to pull out my cock first would she proceed. Naturally I refused, which clearly annoyed her.
"What! Why not." she took offence. "Don't you trust me."
"I know what you're like Munn." I stated. "I can totally see you reneging on this deal, just like our date."
"You left me flapping in the breeze one before, only this time it's for real." I added, making her laugh more.
"Don't be ridiculous." she blushed. "Trust me. If you start, I'll totally jump on board."
We then debated this point for the next several minutes until I finally grew frustrated and insisted that we both unzip our pants at the same time. To my surprise, this demanding tone seemed to really agree with her, and she agreed to my ultimatum.
"okay, on the count of three." she said. "We'll both unzip at the same time."
We counted down together before I watched her slowly slump down in her seat and proceeded to unzip her jeans.
I paused for a moment, wondering if this in fact was just another one of her pranks, but true to form she slipped her pants half way down her thighs and stuffed her hand between her legs.
"And how do I know that you're actually touching yourself right now." I challenged, to which she took her fingers and pressed them underneath my nose, giving me a whiff of her musky scent.
"Go on then, take it out." she urged with a grin, insisted that I follow suit and expose my cock.
I happily obliged and I fished out my penis and proceeded to stroke my cock slowly as I looked over to see her stuff her hand back inside her panties and fiddle around a little.
"Are you going to look at me or the screen." she said without taking her eyes from the film.
"Actually, I think the show beside me is considerably hotter than the one of the screen right now."
Olivia flashed me a seductive glare, while her fingers continued to explore her sex, and noting my hard on we proceeded to watch each other for several minutes in silence, simply marveling at the other.
"Hm. You're pretty hard right now huh." she said while licking her lips at me.
"You have no idea." I replied. "Are you wet right now."
The model turned co-host simply nodded slowly. Staring into her face I watched her leer at my cock lustfully, her bottom lip quivering and her tongue licking the sides of the mouth.
"Stroke your cock faster for me." she whispered hotly.
"Yeah." I panted back. "How many fingers are you using right now."
"Two." she confessed. "I'm really wet right now."
Feeling bold I then placed my free hand on the inside of her knee and urged her to spread her legs further, causing her to slump her thigh over mine.
"Oh. Fuck." she moaned softly. "I can't believe I'm doing this right now. What is wrong with me."
"You're horny, that's all." I assured her. "All hot and bothered, and wet."
"uh-huh." she agreed. "So wet."
"How wet." I challenged a minute later.
To my delight the sexy correspondent paused for a moment to withdraw her fingers from between her legs and presented them to me, her situation evident by her gleaming wet digits, both fingers shiny to the first knuckle.
"See." she smiled smugly. "You can lick them if you don't believe me."
Even though Olivia was only kidding, before she had time to take her fingers away I swiftly devoured them with my mouth and savored her tangy essence, causing her to moan to the lewd act.
"oh...what are you doing." she panted. "I was only kidding."
"I wasn't." I replied. "You told me to lick them, so I did."
"Oh. You're fucking crazy." she moaned softly.
"You taste fucking amazing Olivia." I told her as watched her dip her fingers back between her legs and continue to play with herself.
Without realizing it my hand proceeded to pick up pace and I now stroked myself more keenly beside her.
"That really turned you on huh." she smiled in the dark.
"Fucking-A it did." I admitted. "You look so fucking good sitting there getting off."
"I have to admit, I love watching you beat that thing." she replied. "I could sit here all night and watch you stroke that hard cock for me."
"Let's do that then." I suggested. "Let's just spend the entire night in here getting off together. I really want to see you cum."
I could see the mere notion really turned her on.
"What's your record anyway." I asked her. "What's the maximum amount of times you've made yourself come."
Olivia blushed before she admitted that she had once made herself climax five times in a row.
"But I think I could easily break that record here tonight." she claimed as she proceeded to tease her clit.
"Are you fully shaved." I thought out loud. "Pull down those pants a little so I can see."
To my delight Olivia didn't hesitate and immediately nudged her pants down to her knees, granting me full access to her glistening sex.
"Jesus." I let out. "You are shaved too."
Even in the relative darkness of the theater I could see just how incredibly wet she was.
"I like it better this way." she told me as she lovingly caressed her moist lower lips. "No stray hairs when I get eaten out."
"Oh. You like that huh." I heard myself remark. "And when was the last time someone sucked on that dripping little wet cunt, Olivia."
To my amusement the mere sound of "cunt" seemed to really excite her, causing her to moan softly as she rubbed her clit again.
"Mm. It's been a while."
Pausing for a moment Olivia then added with a grin. "But I bet you'd love to do it right now, huh."
"Love to do what."
"Eat me." she purred. "Eat my pussy right here in the back row."
"Yes well, you wouldn't have to ask me twice." I admitted. "Hell I'm finding it hard not to just grab the back of your head right now and make you swallow this cock!!"
Once again Munn sighed with excitement and continued to rub her sex faster.
"I bet you're a real good cock sucker too, eh."
"The best." she whispered smugly. "I love sucking cock. I really do."
"Yeah." I said while beating my cock harder. "Prove it."
"Mm. I love making men pop." she added. "Especially in my mouth."
Suddenly, Olivia then boldly reached over with her free hand and places her fingers around the base of my member, startling me. In fact the action was so startling and unexpected that I also came.
"Jesus." I gasped. "You're hands are so cold."
"I'm sure that could be fixed." she grinned. "Give me a minute."
"Just a minute." I grinned.
"I bet I could get you off with just my hand." she dared a minute later.
"You know two can play that game." I smirked as I reached over to boldly fondle her breast.
The host seemed stunned by this, having never allowed anyone to simply "feel her up" in this way.
I simply grinned as I reached inside her blouse and casually played with her nipples, tweaking and twisting them between my thumb and forefinger.
"Besides." I stated. "I'm fairly confident that I can get you off quicker than you can me."
"In your dreams." she countered. "You've got no chance."
With that said, Olivia then gripped me firmly with her skillful hand and proceeded to stroke my cock as I sat there moaning.
"Ha. Too easy." she giggled, referring to how easy it was to push my buttons. "Let's face it. We both know you want to fuck me."
"I do?" I played coy, despite both of us knowing this was true.
"You'd just love it right now if I bent over and took this huge, thick cock into my mouth huh." she teased.
"Fuck." I let out involuntarily, as I felt her hand grip me tighter.
"Or better yet." she said changing tact. "Maybe I should make you suffer some more."
"Jesus. Haven't I suffered enough already."
"Maybe I should just go over to that guy over there and suck his cock! —make you watch me."
I groaned audibly for the first time.
"Fark."
"Mm. Yeah." she sighed erotically. "Maybe I should suck his cock and let him fuck me in this place while you just sit here beating off."
"Oh. God."
"And only then," she added lewdly. "After he has his way with me, come back here and let you shoot your load all over my face. Would you like that. Huh."
"Please." I heard myself whimper as her hand now became a blur over my piss-pump.
"Come baby." she leaned over to whisper into my ear. "Come all over my hand. I want to see you shoot that load for me."
And that's precisely what I did, startling her for a moment as a second later I squirted a copious amount of semen into the air and utterly coated her fingers in searing hot jizz, her hand never slowing down.
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