Rachel Stevens: Sweet Sins

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It was a little after nine in the morning on a hot summer day. Rachel Stevens stood in front of the mirror, already a little warm with the patio doors open and the sunlight streaming in through the bedroom skylight. They had just finished with her hair, and now she had blonde highlights and a rather cute French braid. She wore simple black tennis shoes, tight blue jeans to show off her hips and bum, and a light-brown top that clung nicely to her breasts and had taken days to find. Anything to make her client happy.

Client. She liked the way it sounded in her head. It made her feel important. Special. She turned and looked at the other occupant of the room, a beautiful woman a few years her junior who was setting up an expensive digital camera on a tripod. The Agency had sent her over to help Rachel get ready, and there seemed to be nothing she couldn't do. She had done the highlights and French braid, had helped Rachel find the right clothes (a recreation of an outfit Rachel had performed in five years ago), and was the one who set up the complicated camera system in the bedroom. She was also outstandingly beautiful, the kind of woman who could make a girl question her sexuality.

Rachel smiled into the mirror and lifted her arms, perking an eyebrow when she noticed the faint stubble underneath. The Agency would have paid for laser removal, but Rachel knew her client--still a great word--would notice at once. She couldn't afford such fancy treatments back in 2004, during her Funky Dory era, and was forced to use disposable razors. Her fans found it cute, and so did she.

The woman connected a final cable before flipping the camera open. "All ready now, love. Want something to drink first?"

Rachel glanced over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose. "I don't think my stomach could handle it," she said.

"Aw. Everyone's nervous their first time, sweetie. Let me make you some tea. That'll settle your nerves."

Rachel waited until she left the room, then flopped down on the end of the bed and let out a long breath. She didn't want to seem ungrateful for such an opportunity, but it was impossible not to remember her friends' reactions when she let them know what she was up to. Prostitution, they had gasped, their faces twisted with shock that sweet little Rachel would even consider such a thing. But they didn't have to worry about money; they didn't have to suffer the ignominy of seeing themselves mocked in the tabloids for being destitute and unable to find work. Aside from her voice, which she had to admit wasn't all that unique, she had nothing to fall back on but her looks and minor celebrity. That had secured her a place on an upcoming reality dancing show, but it didn't do a thing for her wallet.

And, after all, was it really prostitution? She wasn't walking the streets of London in heels and slutty miniskirts or meeting rich men in expensive hotels for an hour--she was performing for a fan, making a personal movie for him and him alone and taking home twenty thousand dollars American for her trouble. For that kind of money she was willing to take a little grief from her mates.

"Here you go," the woman said, a steaming cup of Earl Grey in hand. "I added sweetener for you."

Rachel thanked her and blew on the cup before taking a sip. The woman was a godsend, and Rachel decided that come hell or high water she was going to keep her on as her personal assistant. She was too valuable to let slip through her fingers, and if Rachel had to pay her out of her own pocket then so be it.

She suppressed a shudder as the enormity of it all finally dawned on her. When she signed the contract she had told herself it was a one-time thing, just a little money to get her back in the studio, but she knew now there was no going back. The reward to work ratio was just too good to ignore. She took comfort, though, in the knowledge that she could choose what she did and for whom, that she wasn't obligated to take the harder jobs and perform nasty with animals or whatnot, but it was always in the back of her head that she probably would if the money was right.

Rachel finished her tea and set the cup down. She took a deep breath, let it go, then grabbed her new friend's hand and gave her a squeeze. "Okay," she said. "I'm ready."

The doorbell rang. A moment later Rachel appeared, looking two-parts adorable and one-part fine as hell. She opened the door and smiled up at two well-built black men in ill-fitting suits.

"I'm sorry," she said, her British accent guaranteed to arouse her American audience, "but I was on my way out. Can I help you with something?" She flinched at the clunky dialogue, but it was what the client wanted.

"We're from the record label," one of the men said. "You owe money to the boss, and he wants your masters."

"My masters?" Rachel gasped. She wanted to laugh, but managed to stop herself at a little smirk. "Those are mine--he can't take them!"

The men muscled their way past her, clearly uncomfortable with their costumes and their roles. Rachel wasn't a porn aficionado, but even she could see they were used to a different kind of acting role.

"We aint leaving until we get them," the second man said. He folded his arms across his chest. "Go out and have your fun, girly. We'll be here when you get back."

"I'll call the police," Rachel protested. "I'll have you arrested."

"Go ahead," the first said as he looked her up and down. "Boss will...cancel your contract and make sure you don't work again."

Rachel stepped back, nervously rubbing her neck, and pretended the constant ogling was getting to her. "I need my masters," she pleaded. "If I give them up, I'll never get them back. Don't you understand?"

"So pay up, lady, and we can go."

"I don't have that kind of money." She patted her hips. "I haven't worked in a long time."

The men shared a knowing look. The second man circled around behind her, obviously checking out her bum while the other spoke. "Well we aint leaving until you give us something."

"I won't give you my masters," Rachel said, "and I can't give you money, so what else is there?" She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and fluttered her eyelashes. "Maybe there's something else you'd like that I can give you." She pushed out her right hip and ran a hand over it. "Something better than money."

In the bedroom Rachel traded kissed with the men, their tongues flicking together. The first man slid his hands up her shirt and caressed her soft belly. He cupped her breasts and gently massaged them while he nibbled on her neck and she made out with his partner.

"Oh, I've got to get out of these clothes," Rachel moaned. She pulled away from the men and tore her shirt off over her head and threw it on the bed. She wasn't wearing a bra.

The men pounced, one grabbing her luscious breasts to kiss and lick them while the other man ran his lips and tongue up and down her taut back. Rachel moaned, breathing heavily, and tried to remember what came next in the script. She turned and crouched in front of the man who had been licking her back and tugged his pants open.

His dark cock was in her mouth before he could catch his breath. He was long and thick and had a fantastic taste, and she gave him everything she had, sucking him the way she sucked her fiancé. She reached out and grabbed his partner and pulled him over to stand in front of her. Still sucking, flicking her tongue at the underside of the pulsing staff between her lips, she unzipped his pants and pulled his own fat cock free. She gave his buddy a few more sucks, then pulled off and gave the fresh piece of dark meat the Stevens treatment.

The two men bellowed as Rachel bobbed her head and pumped her fist. Her beautiful assistant did a slow walk around the trio as she captured the action on her hand-held camera. Probably close-ups. There were three cameras set up around them, and one hanging from the ceiling. Nothing was going to go uncaptured this day.

The men could only take a few minutes of her mouth. The first lifted her to her feet and pushed her down on the bed. He pulled off her shoes while the other undid her belt and tugged her jeans down her legs. The first man spread her legs apart and kissed the insides of her thighs while his partner settled down beside her and played with her breasts.

"Oh God," Rachel moaned.

The man working her pussy had an experienced tongue. He lapped and poked and flicked like he'd been eating women out his entire life, and maybe he had. Rachel rolled her hips, grinding her pussy on his face, and ran her hands over the bald head of the man sucking and biting her perky tits.

Rachel balled her hands into fists and closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, doing her best to endure what was happening below her waist, but she had never been with a man who could do the things this one could and soon found herself close to orgasm. She sat up, not yet ready to come, and forced them to back off. "One of you blokes has got to fuck me, and right now," she said, her chest heaving. She was going off script a bit, but at the moment she didn't particularly care.

The one between her legs got there first. His pants around his knees, he pulled Rachel down to the end of the bed, took both of her legs in his hands, and pushed his cock into her body. Rachel cried out, nearly coming, and pushed up on her elbows so she could watch the fat erection slip in and out of her body. His thrusts were hard and quick, and she could barely find the breath to keep moaning.

The other man crouched over Rachel's head, leaning back so that her face was mostly visible, and squeezed her tits while his cock dangled against her lips. Rachel giggled and sucked him into her mouth. She was beginning to sweat, and the sight of his partner practically sitting on her face caused the man working her pussy to fuck her with even greater intensity.

Rachel closed her eyes and endured the most wonderful treatment of all her thirty years on this planet. The cock smacked into her pussy, the noise loud and a nice break from the constant moaning. Minutes passed, their longevity quite impressive, until finally the man hammering her warm hole cried out. He withdrew in time to spray his cum all over Rachel's soft belly. Spurt after spurt after spurt until he was finally spent. Rachel smiled at him, and without looking rubbed his semen into her skin.

"More," Rachel shouted. "More, more, more!" If she hadn't been so keyed up she would have groaned.

She was luckier than most women, with a perfectly eager partner waiting in the wings. He rolled her over, onto her hands and knees, and licked her pussy until she begged him to fuck her. He settled in behind her and pushed his cock inside. He didn't bother taking it easy, not after that right proper warm-up, and fucked her tight pussy so hard his lower body was a blur. Rachel cried out. She screamed and swore, something she rarely did in front of others. Suddenly she gushed, and leaked sweet cum all over her lover's pistoning cock.

It was a performance too good to ignore, and her lover cried out as his own orgasm began. Rachel remembered the script and slid off his cock and spun around to face his throbbing erection. He screamed and pumped and shot thick ropes of semen across her lips. He must have gone a week without coming, and it showed in the quality of his load. There was so much of it, and it was so thick it was almost chunky as it rolled down her chin.

The men backed away and began dressing as the assistant knelt in front of Rachel for a nice closing shot. Rachel kept her lips sealed until the woman whispered, "Scene"--then put the camera down and used a wet nap to clean her up.

"That was fucking real," Rachel breathed. She glanced at the men and gave them her enthusiastic thanks. They interrupted a heated discussion on where to eat to thank her in turn, though it was obvious they were just being polite. Rachel found that oddly disconcerting. They had probably shagged a lot of lovelies, but she was Rachel Stevens. That should have mixed things up a bit.

Her beautiful assistant saw them out before returning to shut off the cameras. Rachel was under the covers by then, and she couldn't stop grinning. She had never been fucked like that. Never. Her assistant laughed and shook her head.

"I have a feeling, Miss Stevens, that you and I are going to be doing a lot of work together in the future." She paused. "I hope you're ready for that."

Rachel gave her a bashful shrug, then threw the covers aside and put her hands behind her head. "What do you think?"