How to Win Friends and Influence People...
Chapter 1: Ricki-Lee Coulter
With Jennifer Hawkins, Miranda Kerr, Megan Gale, and Ricki-Lee Coulter
Written by The Pornographer
(MF, voy, blackmail)

This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!




Just how I came to find myself at such an exclusive event I couldn't tell you, but I suddenly found myself seated at a large table surrounded by some of Australia's sexiest and most sort after personalities including Jennifer Hawkins, Miranda Kerr, Megan Gale, and my date for the evening, Ricki-Lee Coulter.

Truth be told Ricki-Lee and I had only seen each other a handful of times, but it was clear that she was absolutely smitten with me. Having met through mutual friends just a few weeks earlier, I was more than a little surprised when she called out of the blue and asked me to accompany her to the special event.

So there I was, seated with Australia's elite (and their partners), and trying my best not to stare.

Fortunately for me I put my best foot forward and together, Rick-Lee and I made a great impression and got on extremely well with our new friends, so much so that as the night concluded Miranda Kerr graciously invited us all back to her place for a private party.

To say we were excited would be the understatement of the year.

"What if she wants us to swing with them?" I joked in the car as I tailed the lead vehicle.

"You wish." Rick-Lee giggled.

As expected, the party was a ragging success. There we rubbed shoulders with several other high profile personalities and it was during this time that I took the opportunity to head upstairs and duck into the bathroom.

It was then as I cleared the top of the stairs that I stumbled across a scene.

Upstairs I found Miranda fooling around with one of her friends, Megan Gale's husband Andy. I was surprised to see them alone and watched in shock as they seemed to share a tender moment, followed by a passionate kiss.

I was genuinely startled to say the least, especially considering how demanding and possessive Megan Gale could be. For all her beauty, she wasn't exactly known for being the most calm or understanding woman in show business; in fact her temper tantrums where legendary. They were really playing with fire.

In my hast to get away, I must of made a noise cause Miranda gasped and attempted to run after me but it was too late. I had caught them in the act and returned to the party downstairs.

Over the next few hours it was evident to me that Miranda grew concerned, apparently worried that I would spill the beans about what I saw, and for the rest of the night she flashed me strange looks from across the room, so much so that even Rick-Lee noticed and commented on it.

"Babe, what's the story between you and Miranda?" Ricki-Lee inquired.

"Story," I replied nervously, "I have no idea about what you're talking about."

"Look," she insisted, "She's clearly got something on her mind. Did you do something?"

I then lied and explained how I had inadvertently embarrassed Miranda by walking in on her in the bathroom upstairs.

Fortunately for me my excuse seemed to satisfy her, and it was a few minutes later that while I revisited the bathroom again that I turned around and found myself staring face to face with the leggy supermodel.

There she confronted me.

"Hey Scott," she said cheerfully, "Are you having a good time tonight?"

Miranda spoke loudly and pleasantly to me as she glanced over her shoulder and checked to see that we were indeed alone. Then suddenly, before I could answer her she seemed to snap and change her entire demeanor.

"We need to talk," she stated firmly, and with that she locked us both in the bathroom together.

Now normally I would have found this incredibly exciting, to be locked upstairs alone in a bathroom with a gorgeous supermodel, but in this case the expression on her face had me a little concerned. She really did look furious.

This was not the way I had hoped the party would go.

"We do?"

"Don't act stupid." Miranda told me. "You know what I'm talking about."

While I tried to explain myself she interrupted me again.

"Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but it was nothing. OK?"

"Really?" I challenged. "Cause it sure didn't look like nothing to me."

With that, Miranda stepped closer to me and I could now smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Just keep your mouth shut, and mind your own business." she affirmed.

I have to admit, standing that close to her I suddenly had an argue to just lash out at her, grab her firmly by the waist and just fuck the ever-loving shit out of her, but I thought better of it.

It was bad enough I was now in her bad books. I imagine attempted rape could make things considerably worse.

Nevertheless, for a brief moment my eyes darted between her beautiful blue eyes and her shiny wet lips, and I was almost certain she could read my dirty mind, and instead of dismissing my lewd ideas, she seemed to almost dare me to make a move—now falling silent as we stood mere inches apart from each other.

God how I wish that I kissed her right there, but as it was I was too afraid to act.

"Well?" she teased, before flicking her tongue against the very edge of her front teeth.

But before I could respond, Miranda and I heard someone come up the stairs and we instantly broke apart. I then decide to ignore her remarks and returned to the party downstairs and watched her sweat bullets for the rest of the evening, as she began to wonder just what my motives were.

Truth was I didn't have any, but I have to admit that seeing her in such a paranoid state amused me, even excited me a little. I mean it wasn't every day I had something over on such a beautiful and famous woman.

I actually felt kind of powerful.

It was during this time that I also noted that Andy seemed concerned, and understandably anxious. But seeing as he was such a great guy, I finally went over and reassured him that I wasn't going to say anything to anyone.

"Look dude, I don't know what's going on between you two, and to be honest I don't really care." I told him. "But I won't say anything, I promise. It's none of my business, really."

Andy seemed extremely grateful to this, and sharing a beer, we went on to chat about other things. In the meantime as he and I spoke, we could see Miranda loom in the background and give us both extremely dirty looks.

Seeing her demeanor, I suddenly felt sorry for Andy and heard him exhale. He was clearly regretting the moment he had shared with her earlier, and I suspect their entire relationship.

"Mate, I don't know what the hell I was thinking," he admitted. "I don't know how I got into this situation, but I just can't get out. She won't let go."

"Just break it off." I told him. "My god man, you're married to one of the hottest pieces of ass in Australia!"

"I know, I know!" he exclaimed, "I have to. But she doesn't get the message."

Andy then went on, "And if Megan ever found out. Hell, I don't even want to think about it."

"Well maybe I can help you out." I told him. "Let me work on her a little, and see if I can get her off your back."

With that I went over to chat to the other guests at the party and I could feel Miranda's eyes on me the entire time. Needless to say I enjoyed the power I wielded over her and took pleasure in her obvious agitation.

Meanwhile it was around this time that Jennifer Hawkins came over and joined in on my conversation with one of the guys, and exchanging banter, she and I shared a laugh and got on really well.

It was then during this conversation that she briefly mentioned how she was having issues with her car. Hearing her concerns I then offered to help her out, as my best mate was a mechanic, and to my surprise she boldly asked me for my cell number.

To my amusement, my new found friendship with Jennifer naturally annoyed Ricki-Lee and she seemed to grow increasingly jealous as she watched us from afar.




"You know what? I think you better go over to Ricki-Lee." Jennifer suggested. "She looks kind of pissed."

"I think she thinks I'm picking you up." I laughed.

"Probably," Jennifer said, rolling her eyes. "I get that all the time."

"These days anytime I even talk to a guy, people instantly assume I'm fucking them." she added.

Hearing this, I was immediately taken aback.

I had never heard her use such foul language and never imagined she even thought that way. But it seemed that the real Jennifer Hawkins was far from her angelic image, and I don't mind saying that hearing her talk this way turned me on immensely.

Realizing I was upsetting my date, I backed off and smartly intended to return my full attention back to Ricki-Lee.

"Just do me a favor?" Jennifer added. "Don't tell her that you gave me your number. It'll only complicate things."

"Definitely,"

A few hours later, Ricki-Lee and I were in the car on the way home when she finally asked me the inevitable question.

"So, did you have a good time tonight?"

I had to laugh, as I knew to what she was alluding to.

"Just ask me already," I said.

"Well, did Jennifer Hawkins really give you her phone number?"

"What? No." I lied.

Well it was kind of half true, as it was actually me who gave Jennifer my number.

"Of course not sweetie," I tried to convince her. "Who told you that bullshit?"

"Miranda," she replied.

I had to laugh. It seemed the bitch really did have it out for me now.

"Oh really? And what else did that bitch tell you?" I cursed.

"Cause, I don't care if you did." Ricki-Lee stated. "Just don't lie to me."

Now who was lying? I thought to myself.

"Well, I might have given her an email address," I told her, "Only so she could go about getting her wheels fixed. You know my Mate Steve is a Mechanic, right?"

"Doesn't she have her own boyfriend for that?" Ricki-Lee countered.

I quickly reassured her that she was the only girl for me, and reminded her that she was still the only woman who had managed to turn me on and make me exceptionally hard—as was the case at that particular moment in the car.

Fortunately for me it never took much to rile Ricki-Lee into action, and it was just a few moments later that she casually reached over and gripped my erection and grinned.

"I love it when you get like this," she purred.

"And how is that?"

"When you get nice and hard," she said as she squeezed my organ for good measure.

I then watched with delight as Rick-Lee slowly unbuckled her seatbelt, and with a mischievous grin on her face, she leant over and proceeded to blow me as I drove us home.

I was so aroused by the night's events it didn't take much for me to stand at full attention, and as Ricki-Lee worked her magic, I instructed her to pull down her top and I freely played with her huge fun bags as she blew me.

Her huge natural breasts always excited me immensely.

"You looked so good tonight," she told me between sucks. "I loved watching you flirt with those other bitches."

"Yeah?"

"I think Miranda had a thing for you."

"Really?" I smirked.

"She couldn't stop looking at you, and kept asking all kinds of questions."

Considering the circumstances I could see why. She was probably wondering if I was going to run to the press with her little affair the moment we left the party. Fortunately, Ricki-Lee was not privy to this information, and instead just assumed that Miranda was interested in me.

What amused me now was that this fact apparently aroused Rick-Lee for some reason.

"I told her you had a huge cock, and that you knew how to use it." Ricki-Lee giggled.

"What? Bullshit. Are you serious?"

Ricki-Lee simply giggled and nodded her head.

"I think that really got her interested," she smiled before sucking me into her mouth again.

"I think she wants to suck your dick, baby… just the way I'm doing it right now."

I had to love this bitch. Here I was driving home from the party, and here she pretended to be Miranda Kerr sucking my cock. I let out a moan as I groped her heavy breasts with my hands.

Her nipples were rock hard.

"Well she might be cute," I told her. "But she doesn't have your tits, baby. None of them do."

It was then Ricki-Lee picked up the pace and proceeded to bob her head up and down in my lap vigorously, and without further ado, I suddenly erupted into the back of her throat, filling her pretty mouth with goo.

To her credit she eagerly gulped it all down just as we arrived home.

Inside I quickly repaid her for the great night by dragging her through the house and throwing her onto the bed. As she lay there giggling, I then spread her knees wide and dove down between her legs and proceeded to eat her sweet snatch over her lace underwear.

"Oh. I love that—" she whimpered, "Bite my clit."

Ricki-Lee could only moan and squirm about on the mattress as I eagerly licked her puffy pussy.

With that we ultimately ripped off our clothes, and I pinned her legs back against her huge chest and finally impaled her. Ricki-Lee Coulter shrieked out loud in delight before I then proceeded to maneuver her into one of our more regular positions.

Grabbed her ankle, I swung her leg over and across to the side causing her to still lay on her back but with both legs pressed together and aligning to the side, which afforded me great access to her thick round rump.

With her large thick hips, it was an extraordinary sight to see, and I proceeded to slow my thrusts and fuck her nice and steadily.

"Oh god. That's it." she grunted lustfully. "I love it. I love the way you fuck me."

"Such a beautiful, thick, ass," I told her.

We enjoyed this position for some time before I finally flipped her over and scooted her up into an impromptu doggy-style position, and clutching her long dark mane firmly with my hand, I cocked her head back aggressively, causing her to grunt out loud, and pounded into her from behind.

Ricki-Lee could only wail out loud with glee as I railed into her hard and deep.

"AARGHH Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me!"

It was then without warning that I withdrew, and I rolled her onto her back once again, and while she tried to catch her breath I swiftly straddled her massive chest and insisted I fuck her glorious rack.

"Come on baby, give me those puppies!" I growled. "I just gotta fuck these huge tits!"

Ricki-Lee happily obliged, and while I slid my cock between her large mounds, she placed her hands on either side of her breasts and pushed her deep cleavage together.

"Fuck yes!"

"Oh yeah, you like that?" she purred up at me. "Does that feel good? Fuck my huge tits baby!"

I then watched as she seductively speared out her tongue at my thrusting cock, and pleaded for me to come.

As expected it didn't take long for me to bust a nut again, and I soon began to jerk my hips as I came all over and between her spectacular jugs, and neck. Exhausted, I finally collapsed beside her on the bed, and after cleaning up, we ultimately drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later I awoke in the middle of the night and stared up at the ceiling. My head was racing with thoughts of the party and Jennifer Hawkins, and I recalled our conversation and wondered if she would actually call me?

I hoped she would.