Tara Moss: Femme Fatale

[TPG]

Femme Fatale
with Tara Moss
The Pornographer
(MF, BJ)


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


Authors note: I should explain to the uninitiated that Tara Moss is a successful Australian model, turned bestselling Author, and more importantly, my muse. This woman is the reason I got into writing fiction so I thought it was about time I did a story about her—especially considering how fucking hot she is! So without further ado I'd like to dedicate this story to her... enjoy.


Funnily enough I hadn't planned on going to the lavish event until the very last minute, but god was I glad I did. It was an invite only industry gathering, held at the prestigious Sydney Opera house, which over looked the spectacular Sydney Harbour.

Being an extremely formal occasion, I reluctantly slipped into my dinner jacket and joined the other few hundred special guests for drinks and a concert. Unfortunately I soon found myself bored out of my mind as I watched Australia's pretentious elite shamelessly flaunt and parade their wealth and muscle.

Having my fill of ego stroking for one evening, I was just about to finish my third glass of champagne and prepare to leave when something caught my eye. That something was a tall majestic figure that seductively shimmied across the room. She was the most incredible creature I had ever seen.

Beautiful, feminine, graceful and elegant, she was a true Femme Fatale.

Standing at almost 6'2, she was fit and slender, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts, and all legs. Dressed elegantly, she was clad in a tight white body hugging diamond incrusted evening dress, which to everyone's delight showcased a generous amount of cleavage and framed her full round breasts just perfectly.

With a huge slit running up the side, her long slender legs enticingly drew my attention immediately as she sexily sauntered across the floor and mingled with various guests. It was then a stranger beside me at the bar had obviously seen the same thing and thinking out loud gasped.

"Holy shit."

With that we both laughed before the bar tender then proceeded to explain who she was and what she was doing there. Her name was Tara Moss, and she was apparently a model turned author.

Shrugging my shoulders I had to admit that I had never heard of her, but seeing her for the first time I suddenly took an interest in sticking around. God she was breathtaking, and for me she was hands down the most captivating woman I had ever seen.

Filling my glass once again, I continued to keep my eye on her for the next several minutes, admiring the way she moved in her revealing dressed. It was then from a far that Tara happened to turn her head slightly while in mid conversation and our eyes met for the very first time.

"Wow." I thought.

Flashing me a friendly grin, Tara and I exchanged glances and held our gaze for a few extra moments, sharing a special moment together. I don't mind saying that my entire body tingled with exhilaration while my cock twitched as we made contact—if only with our eyes.

Watching her, I could see how most men found her intimidating. She was tall, confident, beautiful, and intelligent—a dangerous combination.

Clutching my champagne glass, we then spent the next several minutes exchanging knowing glances back and forth, and it was clear to me that there was a very strong and irrefutable attraction between us.

"Screw this." I said to myself before downing my glass, "I've got to go over and say something."

With that I finally built up some dutch courage and ultimately walked over in her direction to break the ice, when instead I was abruptly side tracked by an old friend who immediately grabbed me by the arm and began to introduce me to his circle of friends.

I was crushed.

Frustrated, I attempted to break away and glanced over at Tara who covertly looked over her shoulder to see what was holding me up, and seeing the situation apparently found the entire situation amusing.

Smiling back at her, I simply shrugged my shoulders as she giggled, before I then watched her slowly move down the gallery, stepping away from the crowd and admiring some of the fine art work which adorned the walls.

I couldn't take my eyes off her—she was absolutely captivating. God I wanted her.

Watching her from a far, it was as though her entire body was screaming out to me to go over and talk to her. By the time I finally excused myself, Tara had moved to the end of the hall and was standing alone, drink in hand.

With that she casually glanced over her shoulder, and grinning sweetly, gently tipped her head to the side—nodded in the direction of the stairs, and suggesting I follow her.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly made my way to the end of the hall before heading down the dimly lit staircase. It was there at the bottom of the stairs that a found a small opening to my right which seemed to lead out to a small terrace and the cool summer breeze.

There it seemed the private balcony overlooked the splendid harbor and was just a mere few feet above the waterline. Finding it secluded, I started to turn to leave and continue my search for my mystery woman when suddenly she emerged from the corner, obscured in the shadows.

Smiling sweetly at me, my eyes immediately drifted from her beautiful angelic face and to her thick nipples which clearly and obscenely poked hard from underneath the thin material of her dress.

Without saying a single word, I instinctively reached over and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her in close. To her credit Tara didn't resist or pull away but instead simply giggled softy to my enthusiasm.

"Wait—" she finally whispered, "Don't rush it."

I was immediately floored by her delectable voice and charming accent.

Panting deeply, I noticed the way her chest rose and fell erotically with each breath while her soft sweet breath wafted across my face. Still, we dare not introduce ourselves and risk ruining the incredibly charged, spontaneous moment.

Instead we stood there for a moment staring into each other's eyes before I finally leaned forward to kiss her firmly on the mouth, feeling her reciprocate by parting her luscious lips and sliding her hot wet tongue into my mouth.

The kiss was miraculous.

We didn't even introduced ourselves as the setting was so incredibly sexy and surreal—both caught up in this incredibly overpowering situation. Making out fervently I finally broke away and attempted to say something, to at least praise her or tell her my name, when she simply grinned and placed her finger across my lips.

It seemed she wanted to prolong the incredible moment between two complete strangers, and I didn't want to deny her of that.

With that, I then gently ran my hand across her bare shoulders and neck, up to her face, and lovingly brushed her long mane out of her eyes—her beautiful blue eyes. She simply cooed softly to my touch.

It was as though we had known each other for years, or were long lost lovers—soul mates even. I had never wanted another woman so much in my entire life, and judging from her cooing I knew she felt the same.

There I leisurely ran my fingers across her gorgeous face and lips, as she then took me by surprise as she mischievously grinned and without warning slipped my digits into her mouth and sucked it gently—teasing me.

We quickly kissed some more before she proceeded to wrap her lips entirely around my tongue and began to suck it like a penis. This action caused me to groan with delight and hold her tight, and I happily reciprocated by performing the same action back to her.

Just then, we were both startled out of our reverie as another couple suddenly appeared out onto the balcony beside us.

Thankfully for us they were dressed differently and seemed to be from another event held in another hall of the Opera House, so they didn't recognize us, but the scare immediately brought us back to reality and reminded us of our surroundings and the little time we had left.

Determined, I then grabbed Tara by the hand and led her back through the small opening and down another flight of stairs, desperately looking for a place where we could be alone for a few more minutes and get know each other better.

It was then at the bottom of the steps that we found an empty and dimply lit gallery floor and two bathroom doors to our right, a Ladies and Gents restroom.

Glancing at her, I wondered if Tara was as aroused and frustrated as I was and willing to quickly duck inside. Fortunately for me a moment later I got my answer as she eagerly pushed on the men's toilet door and dragged me inside.

I was astounded.

I assumed she full well knew that the fact she had chosen the men's toilets opposed to the ladies turned me on immensely. It seemed Tara liked to take risks, and the dirtier the situation, the better it was.

Fortunately, inside we found it was completely deserted as Tara quickly pulled me into the very last stall and locked the door. There she turned to face me while I quickly grabbed and groped at her luscious body as she eagerly kissed me again, and shoved her long wet tongue down my throat once more.

Tara and I hungrily kissed each other like two love sick teenagers, before I proceeded to slide the thin strap of her dress off her shoulder and kissed my way across her delicate neck and throat, and licked my way down to her amazing breasts and took one of her erect nipples into my mouth.

Tara immediately moaned and lolled her head back—running her fingers through my hair.

"Mmm—I like that." she cooed as I mauled her fantastic chest.

With that, Tara then reached down to stroke my growing member through my pants while I in turn slipped my hand under her dress and found her panties. To my delight they were silk, moist, and burning with desire.

Pressing my palm against the soft material, I tried to slip my finger underneath but due to the design of her dress was incapable.

Tara giggled to this, apparently amused at my determination, and taking pity on me finally granted some assistance when without breaking our deep lip lock reached under and slipped her panties over her hips and down her legs—letting them pool around her ankles.

She then directed my hand back inside her dress, and this time I immediately found her center and we both abruptly gasped as we realized just how wet she really was.

There I let the tip of my finger gently glide between her velvety hot lips, smearing her wetness and in the process almost burnt my finger. Finally finding her entrance I then playfully buried just half my digit, causing Tara to groan with delight as we continued to kiss and swap spit—our mouths and chins both covered in makeup and saliva.

Opening her stands just a little, Tara finally stepped out of her panties and squirmed as my fingers were granted more access to her searing sex.

Adding a second digit, I then used my middle finger to lovingly caress her delicate folds while my index finger delved deep inside her—exploring her, and riling another series of groans and spasms.

At this point I was so fucking aroused I thought I was going to drill a hole in the front of my pants as I continued to delve deep inside this Amazonian beauty. Pulling my slick fingers away for just a moment, I then smirked to myself as Tara actually groaned in disappointment while I hungrily slipped them into my mouth.

I just had to—I had to taste her.

Panting breathlessly, Tara then kissed and licked my neck hungrily while I relished her sweet nectar. Staring at me lustfully, I then presented my juice coated fingers to her lips, and without hesitating for a moment, she keenly slipped them into her mouth and moaned softly as she twirled her long wet tongue around my digits and savoring her own essence.

The move totally surpised me, and seeing this shameless, wanton, uninhibited behavior from her utterly floored me. It seemed that Tara at heart was just as nasty and as wicked as she was beautiful.

Just then, I suddenly grabbed her by the arm and abruptly turned her around and pinned her against the wall in front of her—causing her to yelp and groan in surprise and excitement.

Still twisting and moving her hips erotically, I then moved in close behind her and reached around to roughly scoop her breasts from their restraints and keenly kneaded and massaged them—feeling their softness and weight.

Finding her nipples I then twisted and tweaked her growing buds and leaned over to hungrily kiss and lick the back of her neck, ears, and throat.

Tara could only moan and whimper about as she now stood topless, pinned against the cold wall with her dress hanging precariously around her hips while I had my seedy way with her.

Tilting her head back she then proceeded to lick her lips and spear out her tongue, almost begging and enticing me to take her right there.

"Mmm—do it." she breathed.

Kissing her hard on the lips once again, Tara moaned into my mouth and began to rub and grind her glorious butt back against me—tempting me further.

With that I finally bent her her over, and swiftly hiked up her dress with shaky hands and found myself admiring two of the most exquisite, soft, heart shaped buttocks I'd ever seen. Her ass was simply flawless, and the vision of her dripping sex in between her gloriously mounds caused my cock to twitch once again. In a word, Tara was simply magnificent.

I was so taken by the sight of her perfect formed ass that I was half tempted to drop to my knees and kiss and lick her clean, but instead I reached up and plunged two of my fingers into her open mouth—allowing her to drool all over them, and impatiently buried them into her sopping wet cunt from behind.

"Nnghhhh—oh goddd!" Tara grunted as I impaled her her pretty pink cunt with two of my long fingers.

It was then I took her by surprise as I abruptly tugged on her long mane, and Tara suddenly came to life as though I had sparked something deep and dark inside her.

The sexy novelist suddenly began to thrash about and buck hard against me—gyrating her hips and pounding herself furiously against my probing digits, and causing my fingers to delve even deeper inside her searing snatch.

I was now knuckle deep, and frantically probed and fiddled around when suddenly she grunted loudly, stopped, and swiftly turned around and lunged at me—taking me by surprise as she pushed me back against the wall and pinned me there.

"Arghh—I want you, now!" she breathed as she kissed me frantically all over my face, neck, and throat.

Tara gripped my hard-on through my pants before she then dropped to her knees directly in front of me and proceeded to unzip my pants. The anticipation almost killed me—I could hardn't contain my excitement.

Without wasting a single moment, Tara exposed my throbbing member to the air and slipped it effortlessly into her hot mouth—causing me to shut my eyes and groan deeply.

It was without a doubt the hottest, most erotic, animalistic encounter I had ever experienced, and I watched in wonder as Tara Moss seemed to go wild, licking and sucking me fervently, and taking me deep into the back of her throat.

Moaning and cooing softly to herself, she repeatedly slid her soft luscious lips across the head of my prick—using her long tongue generously and servicing me expertly. I still couldn't believe that this was the same woman I had spotted from across the room just a few minutes earlier.

Swallowing my tool in earnest, it was clear she absolutely adored and loved to suck cock, and I could only imagine how mind blowing intense the sex with this cock hungry goddess would be.

With that, Tara then pitched my rigid manhood up toward the ceiling and without warning proceeded to slowly run the full width of her hot wet tongue up and down the length of my shiny pole, before taking one of my balls into her mouth.

"Jesus—fuuuck." I gasped unexpectedly.

Slurping on them noisily, she then thrust out her tongue, and using her lips enveloping my head and flicking her tongue across its sensitive eye. I could only lean back and groan with delight as this woman literally sucked the life out of me.

Gripping and stroking my shaft briefly, Tara then stood and kissed me hard on the lips, apparently happy with the job she had done. God knows I was.

Groping her breasts once again, it was then Tara prepared to move into position where we could finally fuck—but just then, we suddenly heard the bathroom door kick open and we both froze with fear as we heard two drunk men step into the bathroom to take a leak.

Speaking loudly and slurring their words, they then began to discuss the night's events and to my amusement began to talk about Tara.

"—and hey, did you see Mark's wife? What a fucking hottie!"

"Yeah, that Tara Moss is one hot piece of ass." The other one replied, "Her fucking lips drive me insane! He's one lucky bastard."

As the guys made a few more snide comments, they then laughed loudly amongst themselves before washing up and leaving.

By this time Tara had straightened up and slipped her beautiful body and breasts back into her outfit and clearly looked a little perturbed. It seemed no one a the party took her seriously because of her looks and background in modeling.

Realizing that the mood had been ruined, I could only stand back and watch as she readjusted her cleavage in her dress and wiped her mouth.

"I've got to get out of here before someone notices me missing." she said.

Still roused, I reached out and playfully cupped her breasts, grabbed her ass, trying in vain to keep her from leaving. But she just continued to straighten herself up and smiled as she pushed my hands away.

"Stop it—" she giggled, "If you keep that up I'll never leave."

"That's the idea." I told her, "You're so fucking beautiful."

With that, Tara stopped for a moment and stared deep into my eyes.

"Don't say that."

"Well its true." I affirmed, "I have to see you again."

Smiling sweetly, Tara was about to say something when I then grabbed her by the face and kissed her again—it seemed to please and quiet her.

We finally broke apart after a few more moments and she smiled, "You're sweet, but I really have to go."

With that she then leaned on the door and glanced over her shoulder to give me a wink.

"By the way, thanks—see you around."

I then watched, sadly, as she peered outside the stall door and shimmied out of the bathroom.

Leaning back against the wall I shook my head in wonder and pondered over what had just happened. With her scent still on me and her taste fresh in my mouth, I stepped out of the stall to wash my face and looked in the mirror and noticed her panties were still lying on the floor.

Laughing to myself I quickly picked them up and stuffed them into my pocket, and made my way back up to the party.

Upstairs, I looked around but I couldn't see Tara anywhere. I assumed she had most probably gone home with her husband. With nothing better to do I then went over to the bar I ordered myself another glass of Drambuie, on the rocks, and was soon broken out of my reverie as a sexy little red headed barmaid spoke to me.

"So, how did you go?"

I had to check to see that she was actually talking to me.

I looked at her quizzically as she continued, "You know, I saw the way you two were looking at each other—she really liked you."

Not knowing what to say I was about to explain when she giggled, "So did you end up talking to her?"

I lied, "Nope, she shot me down. Turns out she was married."

The red head simply raised a brow and smiled, "That's too bad, her lose."

Before I could reply she then passed me a piece of paper and added, "By the way, I'm Daniella."

As we then introduced ourselves, Daniella then nodded in a direction behind me and I turned and watched as Tara sexily sauntered through the room.

As per usual all eyes were on her, but this time I couldn't help but grin to myself thinking little did these people know that just a few minutes earlier she was on her knees hungrily devoring my cock in the mens bathroom.

"I can see why guys find her pretty," Daniella said from behind me, "She's gorgeous."

As I looked back at Daniella she then smiled, "Hey it's okay. Tell you what, if it doesn't work out with her give me a call."

A moment later another gentleman then approached the bar to order a drink, and making small talk he then asked me if I knew who Tara and her husband were. Joking, I told him I had not had the honor of meeting them and a minute later he practically dragged me over in their direction, insisting we meet.

Meanwhile Tara, who was standing beside him, had her back turned and was chatting to three colleagues who were apparently making her laugh. Turning around, Tara almost jumped with fright while I stifled a laugh.

It was then her husband spoke.

"—and this is my wife, Tara."

Tara nervously extended her hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Same," I grinned.

Feeling cheeky I then added, "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm a huge fan of your work."

"Really?"

"Yes definitely. By the way, I'm almost sure you've heard this a hundred times tonight but, can I say you look exceptionally beautiful."

Blushing brightly, Tara smiled nervously and looked at her husband, not really knowing what to say or how to act.

Her husband simply grinned and leaned in, "Oh don't worry, she never gets sick of hearing that, do you honey."

Tara forced a smile and was clearly uncomfortable. Meanwhile I couldn't stop smiling, relishing the awkward situation. Just then, another group of businessmen were then introduced to her husband, which caused Tara and I to step to the side and continued our chat.

Making sure the others couldn't hear I then asked her, "Miss me?"

Tara nervously looked around and could hardly speak—she was clearly blushing.

I then grinned, "By the way, you feeling a little draft?"

Knowing full well what I was alluding to, Tara almost couched on her champagne and looked around making sure no one could hear our conversation.

"You know full well I am." she smirked, "I think I left my panties downstairs."

Trying my best not to laugh out loud I replied, "Well actually, take a guess what I'm holding in my pocket right now?"

Tara blinked slowly and leaned over and whispered, "I want them back."

"I'm sure you do." I said slyly, "And I'm interested in giving them back to you."

Taking a much needed swig from her glass she added, "Yes, I bet you are."

As her husband was distracted for a moment she then told me to meet her outside in fifteen minutes, and then moved to chat and schmooze with another group of her husband's guests.

Finishing my drink I then made my way outside, not before giving the barmaid a friendly wink. Making a quick pit stop I then busied myself in the gallery for a few minutes before I finally checked my watch and saw it was time to meet Tara.

Making my way across the courtyard, I stood at the top for the Sydney Opera House steps and found her across the pavement, a far distance away, walking alone and in the direction of the Botanical Gardens.

By the time I reached the last step at the bottom, Tara was already gone, disappearing in the thick brush. Although I initially tried to pace myself, I couldn't help but get a little anxious and excited thinking what was going to happen next.

A moment later I finally arrived to the park gate and casually strolled inside the gardens and kept a look out for her. As I followed the path, suddenly, I heard her voice behind me and turned to find Tara hiding in the shadows behind a tree.

"Are you following me?" she joked as she stepped forward.

"Very funny." I grinned.

"I think you have something that belongs to me?"

I stepped closer and pulled out her underwear.

As I started to speak we both then heard the muffled sound of a bell chime. It was her mobile phone, which up until that moment I didn't know she had. She was apparently getting a message from her husband who was trying to locate her so they could leave.

"Damn it! We don't have long, we're about to leave," she explained, "He thinks I'm in the bathroom at the moment."

"How ironic." I laughed.

With that I held out her underwear and smiled, "Well in that case, may I?"

To my delight Tara seemed to read my mind and simply smirked as she lifted her legs and allowed me to help her put them on.

Sliding them carefully up her legs, I then stood up and quickly stole a kiss—surprising her. Thankfully, Tara happily reciprocated by parting her lips and rewarding me with her tongue again.

With that she then reached down the front on my pants and squeezed my cock as we kissed.

"You're just lucky I have to leave." she cooed.

I had to laugh as every time she would start to leave, I would grab her by the arm or waist and pull her in for another playfully kiss—which always quickly turned hot and heavy.

It seemed she loved to make out, and like me couldn't get enough.

"Stop—Stop! I have to go!" she finally protested.

"Am I going to see you again?"

Tara simply smiled before I watched her walk away.

Wow. What a woman.