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    fanfiction "The Companion" with Yvonne Strahovski

    The Companion
    With Yvonne Strahovski
    By Harbinger
    Tags: Cheating, mast, handjob, fingering, 69, rimming, anal
    Disclaimer: This story is completely fiction.

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    I had just moved into a new house in L.A because I had been promised one hell of a job at a law firm. I was fresh out of law school by just a month. I couldn't believe my luck in such a quick hire. And too quick of a hire it was. The law company got it's nuts trapped in a serious vice of lawsuits on account of poor practicing. The firm shut down before I could get in the door.

    So here I stand with a U-Haul in front of a house I can no longer afford and no one to help me move. I've been moving boxes for about an hour when my new neighbor steps outside onto her front porch, holding her new-born baby. I have to double-check myself so I don't drop the box I'm holding.

    "Howdy," Yvonne Strahovski says in her gorgeous Australian accent. "Need a hand?" she asked as she put her son in a canopied bassinet next to the porch swing.

    "Oh no, I'm fine. You don't have to do anything," I told her. "You just relax." She wasn't that removed from having given birth.

    "Please let me help?" Her voice sounded just short of pleading. "My husband hasn't let me do shit since we had our son. I can barely exercise without him popping a blood vessel.

    "Where's the big man at right now?" I asked casually.

    "Out of town on business for a while. I'd be glad to lend a hand just to get out of the house a bit. Peanut here will be fine." Without further adeu, the blonde goddess of a woman, in her see-through white lace tank top came over and helped this humble peasant move into his modest house next to hers.

    "You know, I have an extra spot open for dinner if you want. After you bring the truck back, of course."

    "Uh, sure. If you don't mind the intrusion," I said. I didn't want her to feel like she had to play the neighbor host, especially after helping me unload my U-HAUL. I still can't believe she did that.

    "Oh not at all. Please do come by! I've been a bit lonely since my husband's been away at work. It'll be nice to chat with a new voice and a new face," she said with a smile.

    "Then yeah, I'll definitely come back as soon as I can. I'll freshen up a bit and come back."

    "Probably not so bad an idea for me to freshen up, too. It was a lot of work, moving you in," she said, rolling her fit shoulders.

    "It wasn't too much, was it?" I asked feeling guilty.

    "Oh no," she laughed. It was exactly what this momma needed."

    "Well all right. I'll drop off this dinosaur," I said pointing to the behemoth truck behind me, "and I'll be right back."

    Yvonne laughed. "Okay. I'll see then." Even her simplest laugh or giggle could melt a man's spine. And I hoped I would get to hear it all night.

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    I hopped out of the Uber with my little bag and headed into my house. I scrambled to find the boxes that had my clothes and toiletries. After finding what I needed, I did a quick scrub down, then got dressed into a semi-casual button down shirt and a pair of tan slacks. I didn't look like I was going to a meeting, but I didn't look like a beach bum, either.

    I headed next door to Yvonne's place and knocked gently after composing myself for dinner with Yvonne Strahovski. When she opened the door, my heart briefly stopped. She stood in the doorway in a sheer, white sleeveless sundress with green floral print and her luscious blonde tendrils flowing down to her shoulder blade and covering her left breast. The dress showed the fullness of her bust but didn't show a scandalous amount of cleavage.

    "I'm glad you made it," she said softly but her angelic face had a million watt smile that spoke louder than her words. I couldn't breathe. I knew that would keep happening.

    "What's this?" Yvonne asked playfully as she took the bag I picked up on the way back out of my hands. She led me to the kitchen as she unwrapped the bottle. "Sparkling grape juice?" she asked with a laugh.

    "Well yeah. I wasn't sure if you're breastfeeding Peanut and I wasn't about to ask, but I wanted to bring something to dinner."

    "You're sweet," Yvonne told me, putting her hand on my cheek. She could tell she was a couple years my senior; nine, by my count. "Do you like Italian?" she asked, but kept her gorgeous blue eyes on me.

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    After a delicious dinner and dessert, Yvonne and I cleared the table and did the dishes, laughing and joking as we went. Little Peanut only occasionally fussed and was easy to make content again. I even took care of him once or twice. When Yvonne asked me why was I so could with her son, I explained that I had younger siblings and babies were nothing new to me.

    Once the kitchen work was done, which Yvonne expressed she was happy that we did together, we went to a room I would describe as being between a library and a parlour. Bookshelves ate most of the walls and what wasn't eaten by books were fancy looking paintings, pictures, and the biggest fireplace I have ever seen in person.

    We ignored the chairs in the room and sat close to each other on a luxurious, most comfortable sofa. Her hands occasionally brushed and our legs were pressed together as we talked and joked for hours. It was well into the night, the only light in the room coming from the warm and cozy fireplace. None of this situation seemed real to me.

    "Uh-oh!" Yvonne exclaimed with a giggle when Peanut began to cry. "I think someone is hungry," she told me as she set down her flute of sparkling grape juice. I had intended it as an endearing gift, but Yvonne insisted that I don't go home until the bottle was gone.

    I turned my head politely and scanned the bookshelf nearest to me as Yvonne situated young Peanut to feeding, a small blanket over his head and her breast to hide the natural act. I wasn't going to tell her how cool I thought it was that she was taking the natural way of nourishing her first child. Wasn't my place.

    As little Peanut suckled away at her momma's breast, I explained to Yvonne how I came to be stuck in a house I couldn't afford because of a job that disappeared into thin air.

    "You know," she said thoughtfully, "you could become a companion."

    "A what?" I asked dumbly.

    "A companion. You know, like an escort service, but you're a guy and there's no sexual insinuations. I'd love to have your services. I would straight up pay you just to spend time with me and help me out around the house when my husband is away. There's good money in that kind of thing, really," she explained. "You're smart, funny, young and handsome. You'd definitely get clients. We'll start your career tonight."

    "Oh no, Yvonne. I could never...." She cut me off with a finger to my lips.

    "$5,000 for tonight. That's what a high end client would pay to a good escort. You're in your place, a companion." I have a new house. I cannot turn down $5,000. And getting paid for tonight, even.

    By this time, Peanut had finished his supper and was out for the night. Yvonne took him upstairs and laid him down to rest in his crib. I noticed that she had taken a baby monitor with her. I had the feeling we were far from done with the evening.

    Yvonne sat back down on the rug across from me. She rolled her head from shoulder. "You okay over there?" I asked with a pout, but trying not to sound too invested.

    "Yeah," she said. "Just a little stiff I guess. I didn't stretch before helping you unload and my muscles are making me pay for it," she told me with a dismissive smile.

    "Well come here," I told her, patting the spot of carpet in front of me. "I'll work it out for you, seeing that you got knotted up helping me. It's only fair."

    "Okay," Yvonne said with a smile. Instead of getting up and walking just the foot or too, she moved from her cross-legged position, went to her hands and knees, and crawled.

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    She sat herself between my legs and pulled her hair over her shoulder so it cascaded over her ample breasts. She hummed happily as I began learning her shoulders, neck, and upper back. Once I found the knots and how to hit them, I happily went to work, digging my fingers into muscles gained through hard work and effort. She had the softest, smoothest, unblemished skin I ever had the pleasure of touching. The flesh under my hands was the flesh of a goddess.

    "That feels great," Yvonne said, her head lulling from side to side as I worked out her stress. "Oh my God," she murmured. She shocked me when she pulled down the straps of her sundress, letting them fall to mid-bicep. More of her back became exposed to me, but her ample breasts were hidden from me still by the front of her dress and her long, golden hair.

    I also wasn't a man to miss a hint. "Do you want me to work your mid-back and sides?" I asked, rather than assume to hard.

    "Mhmm," she answered and leaned forward. I laughed to myself and worked all the exposed skin before me, reveling at every inch of it. As previously stated, this fuck-hot Aussie is a Goddess with skin like golden fleece.

    I kneaded as deep as my fingers could go without hurting her and I loved every muscle fiber I had the pleasure of coming across. "How's that?" I asked.

    Yvonne responded by humming and pulling her pretty summer dress down to her waist. My mouth went bone dry and I developed a twitch down below. "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah, I guess. It's just... you're married and...." Yvonne held her hand up and I stopped.

    "It's okay. I know why you're nervous, but I'm telling you it's okay. I want you to touch me," she said, leaning backwards into me and putting my hands on her toned belly, "but only if you want to." I rubbed her belly in gentle, soothing circles on her stomach. "It's just... my husband hasn't touched me since I was five months pregnant. He's been super caring and loving when he's here but I need something physical."

    The entire time Yvonne described her needs and troubles, my hands slowly glided up her body until my thumbs brushed the underside of her milky breasts. She gasped at first swipe and I knew I would do anything she me; for her, to her. I finally fully cupped her sensitive breasts and gently massaged them, letting her sounds and subtle squirming guide me to speed and pressure.

    "Oh my God. I love your hands," she sighed and laid her head back onto my shoulder. I kissed her Temple and watched as she dragged her own hand down her body and slipped her dainty hand below her bunched up dress. I could tell by how she immediately began squirming under her own touch that she hadn't touched herself in a long time, either.

    "On a scale of one to ten, how wet are you?" I asked playfully.

    "Absolutely sloshing," she said breathlessly as she picked up the pace and I ever so slightly tweaked her pebbled nipples. "Oh my God. Please be gentle," she begged. I had to remember she was still nursing.

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    I left Yvonne's heavenly tits long enough to scoot out from behind her. She laid down on her back and watched as I got on my knees and crouched over her and lapped at her pink nipple, giving it ample attention before switching to her other peak. She reached over her head and impressed me with the speed she was able to undo my zipper and button upside down. She fished my cock out and stroked it reverently as I more fully suckled her tits in turn. She worked me hard until I paused. Again, I had to remember she was nursing. A drop of milk hit my tongue and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

    "It's okay. You can stop if you want to," she said, sounding humiliated.

    "Do you want me to stop? Because that's the only way I will." She could tell I was dead serious.

    "Please don't stop," Yvonne pleaded, and I went back to suckling, back to being fed by Yvonne's milk while she stroked me and played with my balls.

    I drank her dry of her lovely, creamy milk from both tits and spent extra time kissing and licking her nipples as a thank you, all the while she played with my cock like she'd never seen one.

    Once I was satisfied from Yvonne's luscious breasts, I walked my lips down her belly that she'd been working so hard to tone after Peanut was born. She did a great job, I noticed, as I got to her waist and pushed down her crumpled white and green dress. I was looking right at her freshly shaved pussy. I rubbed her mound and traced around her vulva.

    "You're so soft and smooth," I marveled as my fingers brushed her labia. I smiled as she gasped and tried to stop her hips from pushing forward, which would allow her slick lips to enfold my fingers. I gave her what her body wanted. I plunged two fingers deep inside her hot mitt.

    "Oh! Oh yes!" Yvonne cried as I sawed my fingers in and out of her. "You have me so fucking wet! Oh my God!" she cried out, seemingly not worried about waking her little baby Peanut. "God! This feels better than I remember," Yvonne said in sheer ecstasy.

    Driven on by the amount of juices coating my hand and Yvonne's kind words, I kept going but lowered my head to lap at her clit as she milked my shaft like an animal. My body weight over her was the only thing keeping her from jumping right off the bed.

    As I licked and nibbled on her pea-sized bundle of nerves, I pressed one finger to her rosebud and didn't get any objections. I inserted my pinky into her tight back door as two of my fingers still worked hard in her pussy.

    Yvonne had enough of laying down and taking it, so she took some power back. She brought up her hands and pushed down on my still jean-clad ass. Yvonne kissed the head of my dick and licked it from top to balls before she sucked the tip into her mouth. That alone was almost enough to make my eyes roll back in my head, let alone the wet sucking sounds her cunt made every time I moved my fingers.

    She took inch by inch of me until her cute little nose was in my neatly trimmed pubes. Instead of telling her how good her deep throating felt, I pulled my pinky out of her ass and ate it instead, with three fingers in her peach now. I rimmed her little shit hole and finger fucked her good until she lost the wherewithall to keep sucking me off. Yvonne still had half of my rod in her mouth and that was enough for me as I brought the Handmaid's Tale star to violent orgasm.

    I slipped my fingers out of her box and tongue-cleaned her snatch, her warm juices mixing with a slight aftertaste of her hole that wasn't all that bad. It was sweet, tangy, and a flavor all Yvonne that I wouldn't forget.

    I picked myself up off of Yvonne, slowly sliding my rock-hard and twitching cock out of Yvonne's mouth, her spit dangling off in little strands as she tried to come back down from her orgasm. I rubbed my tool, making sure her slobber had me well and properly lubed for the end.

    "I don't know how much I can move, but please don't stop. I need you to fuck me," Yvonne pleaded, and her chest rising and falling heavily with each breath told me she really was rusty in the love department.

    "Where do you want it?"

    "Do you want my bum? I understand if you can't bring yourself to smash my twat since I...." I cut her off with a deep, passionate kiss full of tongue that again, took her breath away. I broke the kiss and locked onto her dreamily hooded, beautiful blue eyes. "All I need you to do is go face down, ass up."

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    Yvonne made a show of getting up just long enough to spread out her long, toned and sun-kissed body like a cat. "Like this?" she asked looking over her shoulder, her disheveled hair and sultry eyes making her look absolutely sinful.

    "Exactly like that," I said happily as I walked on my knees behind her. I rubbed her dressed pussy with my hand, rubbed her juice up and down my cock and spit on her warmed up asshole. Without further adeu, I slowly slide my length in straight to the hilt with a hand on her back, keeping her lovely chest pushed to the rug. "Even after your baby, you're still so fucking tight."

    "Jesus Christ do you ever fill me up, oh my God!" Yvonne said as I slowly drew myself back out just slide back in again, not stopping until my thighs hit her ass. "Oh fuck do you feel good!" Yvonne was more awake then she had originally led on. With her egging me on, I had no problem picking up the pace and slapping my thighs against her firm and smooth ass. "Oh my God! Oh my God you're so fucking deep! Uh! Fucking wreck my cunt! Fuck!" Yvonne cried out as I smashed her as hard as I could, occasionally spanking her gift of an ass. "Yeah! Spank me! Play with my ass some more!"

    I never knew this gorgeous, elegant Aussie was such a fucking nymph. Maybe it was from her drought. Regardless of why she was so randy, I spit on her starfish again and plunged two fingers in her back door and timed it with the thrusting of my hips. "How's that? You like my cock spreading your slit and my fingers in your tight fucking asshole?"

    "Fuck do I love it! I've never been fucking skewered like this before. My husband fucks like a pussy." I laughed without stopping or slowing down. I couldn't, not with my own orgasm quickly building.

    Feeling it so close, I pulled out my fingers and my dick.

    "Hey! What the fuUHH!" the Predator actress cried out as I slammed my cock balls-deep into her now gaping asshole that still felt tight to my hard log. After Yvonne's initial response to me spearing her ass, she was removed of breath and words. She could only take deep breaths and dig her face and hands into the thick, fluffy rug as I grabbed her athletic hips and rammed her hard.

    Her tight sphincter and labored breathing, watching her struggle to hold on as I wrecked her was too much. I exploded, my hot white cream filling her up. I pulled out and stroked my cum-covered cock, a few tiny spurts jumping out to land on her bare ass cheeks. I never even took my fucking pants off before destroying the one and only Yvonne Strahovski.

    "H... ho... holy fuck," Yvonne forced herself to murmur. "I can't fucking move. I think you broke me," she said, inflating my ego to nearly popping. She ever so slowly dragged her hand along her sweating, slick and shining body until she reached her asshole. With three fingers, she scooped up the cum leaking out of her and brought it to her lips. She closed her eyes and sucked her fingers dry, damn near getting my pole back up.

    Then Peanut cried, the monitor going off. "I got it," I told her, kissing her plump ass before I got up.

    "Best $5,000 I ever spent," I heard Yvonne whisper. Best $5,000 I ever made, I thought to myself with a smile.

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    A/N: Who should the Companion work for next?

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    Emily Bett Rickards

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    Yeah, I can work with her. I've got a plot in mind.

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    katheryn winnick,emmanuelle chriqui,and minka kelly came immediately to mind

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    I do love me some Winnick. I think she'll be part 3. But I like all your choices. You have a great eye.

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    Do one of candice patton and also an other one of Sofia Vergara

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