Portmanteau - Gone Hollywood: Part 1
An Unchained Melody Develops.
Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Author s note: This is an installment in the anthology series entitled Portmanteau. Each vignette of Portmanteau is a multi-part series. A collection of three stand-alone erotic short stories, all loosely associated with each other.
"Stop! Stop! Enough. Cut. Just stop," Rick Lockwood said, climbing the two steps to the stage of the black box theater"What was that?" he asked.
"It was a kiss," Danny said with an air of defensiveness.
"A kiss? Who were you kissing? Your grandmother? Your aunt with the little mustache? Who?" Lockwood insisted.
"She's supposed to be my girlfriend," Danny said.
"So, kiss her like that. I know it's a stage kiss, but the audience must believe it. The words are fine, but then again, you didn't write them; you're just repeating them, but the kiss comes from you," said the frustrated drama teacher.
"I don't think we have any chemistry," Maurillia added.
"What does that matter? Half the actors in Hollywood are gay. Do you think they enjoy kissing you? It's not chemistry! It's acting!"
Maurillia was offended by the comment but wisely chose not to show it.
"Acting is pretending, pretending to be in love," Lockwood said, "the words help, but it's the body that sells it. The little touches, sneaking a glance, getting too close. When it comes to the kiss, it's in the linger."
Maurillia and Danny looked dejected. Failure on the path to making it as an actor amplifies all the "are you nuts" and "you won't make it" comments they and every actor in the workshop had ever heard.
Rick looked at his students and recognized the defeat.
"Relax, it's not the end of the world. Unlike a real relationship where you need to find an emotional connection, this is pretending. So, here's your homework. Find me a two-person scene with a good kiss at the end, rehearse it, and bring it back to us next week."
"I think It would be better if we changed partners," Maurillia suggested.
"Sure. Sounds good. Let me check if Brad Pitt is available. Oh, look, he's not so, NO! The two of you do it."
Maurillia sat down with Bethany Shields as the class let out to vent her frustration.
"How am I supposed to make this work when my assigned partner is a raging asshole?"
"Danny?" Bethany remarked, "He's a great guy. Why the hate?"
"He gets under my skin with his boy next door act," Maurillia muttered.
Danny was heading their way, so Bethany took the opportunity to leave rather than get between them.
"So, any ideas on what scene to do?" Danny asked.
"This isn't going to work; you and I can't do a scene together," Maurillia responded.
"Look, I know you hate me, and to be honest, you are right at the top of my shit list as well, but I did not bust my ass to get to LA so I could fail an acting class. You want to walk away, fine, but do me a favor and quit the course so no one thinks I'm the incompetent one."
"The scene failed because you kiss like a ten-year-old," Maurillia shot back.
"The scene failed because you're as frigid on the stage as you are in real life," he replied.
"Get over yourselves, the two of you," Rick interrupted, "the fact is you both sucked up there. Fifty-fifty.
Richard walked away and began singing I'll Be There For You, leaving the two non-lovebirds wondering.
George, the stage manager, passed by with a laugh.
"What? What's so funny? Why's he singing that song?" Danny asked.
"It's his passive-aggressive way of saying your future will be watching Friends reruns while other people are out getting acting jobs," George replied.
"Fuck me," Danny muttered.
Maurillia grabbed her bag to leave, then turned to face Danny planting a finger in his chest.
"Okay, you find a scene, something that ends with a kiss. Text me when you find it. We rehearse. We kiss. We put this behind us."
"Fine. I'll find something," Danny said.
"And one more thing, work on your kissing. Buy a sex doll or something," Maurillia said as she stormed off.
"I hate that bitch," Danny told Bethany as they left the studio.
Danny. walked down the hall of his Santa Monica apartment complex to the door of Mrs. Fridley, the building manager.
Now in her late 60s, Mrs. Fridley was a Hollywood wannabe who came out to Los Angeles in the '70s to make her way but got caught up in the drugs and fast thrills of the adult entertainment industry. She made a name for herself in porn, but that was way before the internet, so her income and fame had their limitations. Still, she was proud of her work and had several movie posters in her apartment, complete with bottle-blonde hair, big tits, and a huge bush the three hallmarks of a '70s porn star.
Mrs. Fridley opened the door wearing a floor-length sheer robe and smiled at Danny, inviting him in. She liked Danny because he was polite, handsome, and quiet.
She made a habit of going through her tenants' apartments when they were not home, snooping through personal items, and always checking the top drawer of the dresser. That's where the secrets are. She knew every sex toy in the building, every hidden stash of weed. Every depravity. She didn't judge. She just loved knowing.
She saw Danny was troubled when he handed her the check. Since she was always a good listener, he unloaded his issues with acting class, the bitch he was paired up with, and the scene he needed to find.
Mrs. Fridley jumped up with inspiration. She knew just the scene and went to her shelves stacked with movies from all decades. Danny looked around, unable to take his eyes off her poster for Manhandled, where a nude young Mrs. Fridley sat on a bed in a thin negligee, her enormous tits peeking out while looking both seductive and afraid.
She was hot back then, he thought to himself, then looked at her ass as she searched the shelves. For a woman in her late 60s, Mrs. Fridley still had it going on.
"Got it," she screamed, handing him the movie Ghost starring Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze.
"The final scene in this movie is just heartbreaking. The best kiss in the history of the movies."
Danny remembered the movie and recalled how hot Demi Moore was. Despite being a total bitch, Maurillia was equally desirable as Demi Moore, so there was that. Swayze always moved the meter with the ladies, so this could be the scene that would wow the class.
As he left, Danny's phone rang with a call from Tessa Jacobs, his agent.
"Danny, how's my favorite cowboy," his agent asked.
"Cowboy?" Danny replied.
"Aren't you from Wyoming or some cowboy place?"
"No, I'm from Baltimore," he said.
"No matter, Universal is casting cowboys for a movie with Chris Pratt. There are a few lines, a fantastic opportunity. The casting call is tomorrow morning, eight in the morning. Can you be all Ringo bang bang for me tomorrow? They want a cold reading, so they'll have sides for you there. Eight o'clock, baby."
Danny had yet to get many auditions, so the idea of getting a speaking role in a feature was overwhelming. He thanked Tessa profusely. The day had finally turned around. Good news, and after tomorrow, better news. He was sure of it.
Hours later, Danny walked in the back door of Basilicata, one of the most popular restaurants in Santa Monica. He grabbed his notebook and reviewed the specials as the bar manager Tina approached him.
"We got a new bartender, so when you get a chance, can you show her how the order system works for people eating at the bar?" Tina asked.
"Sure thing, hey, I got an audition tomorrow," Danny added excitedly.
"That's great. Good luck," Tina said with a smile.
Tips rolled in nicely at Basilicata, but the bar tips were double the servers, not to mention the opportunity to meet women was much better when working the bar. While he was always happy to help, the idea of a new bartender irritated him because he had been asking Tina to give him a chance to mix drinks. Still, if he got the role tomorrow, he would quit this job, so screw the bartender idea.
Danny made his way past the tables and over to the bar. All the seats were filled as three bartenders were busy creating expensive craft cocktails.
The new bartender wore a sheer white top and black leather pants so tight they looked painted on.
Wow, she's got an incredible ass, Danny thought as he walked up to her. Tapping her shoulder, she turned and...
"Maurillia?" Danny said, shocked. "Why are you here?"
"I'm the bartender," she said incredulously. "What are you doing back here? Customers are not allowed behind the bar."
"I work here," Danny exclaimed. "I've worked here for a year. And you
"Work here too now. Okay, listen, I've got drinks to make, so put on your little apron and go. You can't be back here bugging me on my first day."
Tina came over to check on the situation.
"Tina, I can't work with this person," Danny said adamantly.
"You don't work with her. You work over there, waiting tables," she replied flatly.
"Find someone else to train her. I've got too much to do."
"Meow, does Danny need a nap?" Tina said in a baby voice. Both she and Maurillia laughed at the joke as Danny stormed away.
It was a busy night at Basilicata. Much to Danny's chagrin, Maurillia was tearing it up at the bar. She was confident, quick on the orders, and flirted just enough with both the men and the women to ensure she would make bank.
The restaurant closed before midnight, and the staff decided to walk over to Lucy Finn's, where they would go clubbing until the sun came up.
Danny begged off because of his morning audition, went home, crawled into bed, and set his alarm for 6:30 in the morning. He would get up, shower, and head out early to avoid traffic. Despite his excitement, he fell deep asleep.
In the late night darkness, Danny heard a door slam and muffled voices in the apartment next door. Not again, not tonight, he thought to himself.
Butter Butt was going at it extra late tonight. Listening to his next-door neighbor have loud sex was sometimes fun and even titillating. She was insatiable, and he knew this session would last an hour at least.
Pulling a pillow over his head, he turned, but her moans were in sync with her bed rhythmically tapping on his apartment wall.
Wide awake, he sat in bed, his eyes open as the woman's moaning rose and fell. While her words were muffled, he could hear "fuck me, baby" and "deeper, deeper" followed by a growing moan. The moaning persisted, getting louder with each moment.
She was enjoying tonight's date, and Danny knew it would continue until he heard the magic words. The sex sounds, while annoying, were still sex, and a movement in his boxer briefs made Danny realize he had an erection.
Thinking he might get some sleep if he relaxed, Danny began to masturbate to the sounds. He didn't know what Butter Butt looked like, but he imagined Abella Danger, one of his go-to porn stars, and stroked away.
"Fuck me from behind," Butter Butt ordered her man. Danny knew she was heading toward her closing move.
He increased his stroke as the moans and groans increased in cadence until she yelled out, "Butter my ass with your cum."
There it was! The reason he called her Butter Butt. She always had her fuck boys finish on her ass. Maybe she wasn't using protection. Perhaps she didn't like the mess inside her. Whatever it was, Danny's groans and hers increased to a crescendo as they came together.
Danny smiled from the orgasm as he drifted to sleep. He knew after Butter Butt climaxed, she would fall asleep, so he drifted off.
The sun peeked in Danny's window as he saw his phone buzz. Rolling over, he noticed two things: his agent was calling, and the time was 9:00 am!
"Shit! Fuck! No!" he screamed as he jumped out of bed and ran around the room looking for his clothes. Butter Butt's escapade had caused him to oversleep, and now his future was very much in doubt.
He was dressed in three minutes and in his car within five, but the drive to the audition would take an hour in traffic. Fuck you, Butter Butt, he thought.
Getting Tessa on the phone, he begged her to call the casting agent and see if she might get a later time.
She agreed to call but then sent him a text with unwelcome news. Sorry, no audition.
Hours later, Danny sat in his apartment watching the movie Ghost while falling in love with Demi Moore's character, Molly. In the scene, Sam and Molly meet again for the first time since his death. She sits and watches as a heavenly portal opens to beckon her ethereal husband. An orchestral version of Unchained Melody plays as ghost Sam leans in to kiss Molly. The kiss was tender, lingering, and the beginning of his goodbye.
"It's amazing, Molly, the love inside. You take it with you," Sam says.
Molly cries as only Demi Moore can, and Swayze enters the light.
Danny broke away from the moment, tears streaming down his cheeks. That was the scene, for sure. He doubted Maurillia would hold up to Demi Moore, but he felt he could do as well as Swayze.
It was another packed house at Basilicata. While ordering cocktails for table 18, Danny waved Maurillia over.
"What? I've got a shit ton of orders to finish
"Ghost, the final scene. Great kiss and the most emotional scene you can imagine. It's perfect for class," Danny said with a hopeful look. "Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze."
"Never seen it. I don't like horror movies," Maurillia replied.
"It's not a horror film. It's a love story. Trust me. Watch it and let me know what you think. We can rehearse it starting tomorrow if you've got some time."
Maurillia agreed to watch the movie after her shift and would text him her thoughts in the morning. The rest of the night, Danny kept glancing at the lines of dialogue from the scene while working his tables.
He would sneak a look at Maurillia, imagining her in the scene. One thing was for sure, Maurillia had the best ass he had ever seen on a woman, naked or clothed. Her small tits took nothing away from her overall look, and her black hair punctuated her pale skin and rounded out her beautiful face.
If she wasn't such a bitch, she might be fun, he thought.
It was two in the morning when Maurillia got home to her apartment. She was tired but not ready for sleep, so she put the DVD in and began to watch Ghost.
Over the next two hours, she found herself enraptured in the film, in love with Sam and Molly, and she viewed the kiss scene in tears as Unchained Melody played behind the action. She texted Danny as soon as the scene ended.
Danny was asleep, dreaming about the Ghost scene, only the Demi Moore character was Maurillia, and the Swayze character was himself. The music swelled, and he walked into the light. But the light was his cell phone lighting up and buzzing from a 3 am text. The text was from Maurillia. Just watched the movie. Loved the scene. Let's do it.
Excited that they found a perfect scene, he texted back. Great. When can you rehearse?
Tomorrow is fine, she replied. I live in Santa Monica. 225 Fourth Avenue, near Rose.
Danny sat up in alarm and typed back. I live at 225 Fourth Avenue. Apartment 3B!
There was hesitation. Then text thought bubbles appeared, and the text arrived. I live in apartment 3C.
"Butter Butt!" Danny said out loud.
Jumping from his bed, wearing only his boxer briefs and an Orioles T-shirt, Danny ran out of his apartment into the hall. Looking at the door to the apartment next door, it read 3C. The entrance to 3C opened. Maurillia peeked out wearing tiny shorts and a ripped Mickey Mouse T-shirt to see Danny standing there.
"What the fuck?" she exclaimed.
"You're Butter Butt! You're the reason I missed my audition," Danny yelled.
"What are you talking about? Butter Butt? What are you calling me that for, asshole?"
Danny walked toward her, allowing his door to swing shut.
"You and your loud sex kept me up till all hours last night. I overslept. I missed an audition," he said in anger.
"That's not my fault," she replied.
"Have you heard yourself having sex? You are loud. Very loud."
"Umm, no. I tend to be in the moment," Maurillia whispered, trying to keep voices down.
"Well, the rest of the building has and
"Good night, asshole," she said and closed the door leaving Danny in the hallway.
Returning to his apartment, he realized his door had closed and locked behind him. He was out in the hall, no pants, no keys, and no way back into his apartment.
Knocking on Maurillia's door, she opened it with an angry face.
"What? Are you looking to hear me take a piss? What kind of creep listens to other people getting laid?"
"I'm locked out. Can I use your phone to call Mrs. Fridley?" Danny asked.
Maurillia rolled her eyes and begrudgingly invited him inside. Her apartment was a mirror image of his, with a living room and kitchenette plus a single bedroom sharing a common wall with him. Her TV set was on, with the end credits of Ghost still running as Unchained Melody played.
"This is incredible. I mean, it's just incredible. Somehow the universe has allowed you to invade every bit of my life in the past 48 hours. My drama class, my work, and now you live next door to me," Danny said with frustration.
"I've lived here for two years," she replied.
"I've been here for about 16 months," he said.
"So, you moved into my building," she said firmly as Maurillia handed Danny her phone. "Text Mrs. Fridley to let you in your apartment so you can get the hell out of mine."
Danny grabbed the phone and texted a note but was distracted by a tear in Maurillia's T-shirt that exposed her right nipple. As he texted, he tried not to look at her exposure.
"Why the fuck did you call me Butter Butt? Are you making fun of my ass?"
"No, it's what you say at the end of sex," Danny added sheepishly.
"Butter butt? No, I do not."
"Butter my ass with your cum. That's what you say. Every time."
"I've never said that in my life."
As Maurillia denied the statement, she turned bright red"Oh shit, I do say that. That's so basic. I mean, where did that come from?"
"Do you watch a lot of porn?" Danny asked.
"No. Well, some. Oh, this is embarrassing. Does everyone hear me?"
Danny nodded as he dropped into a chair and looked at the floor.
"You want worst, how about learning the girl who pisses you off in acting class also works with you and just so happens to live next door. That's the freakin' trifecta of worst," Danny said.
"Sorry if I happen to be the worst thing to happen to your life three times in a row, but the same is true for me. You are a lousy acting partner; you give off bad vibes at work, and now I learn you listen to me get laid and have a nickname for my ass. So, thank you for all that," she said.
"I'll call Lockwood and tell him we are not going to do a scene for class," Danny said.
"No! No, I will not fail at this," Maurillia shot back.
"We hate each other. We don't have to do this," Danny replied.
"Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams hated each other while filming The Notebook, and they made it work. It's a challenge. We have to do this," Maurillia said with determination.
"I kind of agree," Danny said, "we don't do this scene, then we feel like failures at being actors, and we'll both know it. I swear you are like a disease I can't shake."
"Who raised you? That's not how you talk to a woman."
"Well, I hate you, and that won't change," Danny said.
Maurillia poked her finger into Danny's chest, pushing him back. "I think you need to wait in the hall before I punch you in the face."
"Punch me? I'll, I'll..."
"You'll what? Pathetic. By the way, you suck at kissing," Maurillia said in anger.
"I suck at kissing? Bullshit. You kiss like you hate men," Danny replied.
"Well, you kiss like a fifth grader. Desperate," Maurillia shot back.
"You...you...you...," Danny stammered but could not find the perfect insult.
"Say it, Danny. Say what you are thinking so I can kick you in the balls."
The two stood inches apart, both breathing hard from the ire worked up by the other. Something had to give. Someone was getting hit or...
In a rush of emotion, Maurillia grabbed Danny's face as he grabbed her shoulders, and both pulled into a tight embrace with a deep, open-mouthed kiss that seemed to come out of nowhere, but the math was there, hate + hate = hate fuck.
Their kiss bore no resemblance to their awkward stage kiss. This was deep and probing, hands moving across bodies. It was angry, carnal, and animalistic. Danny kissed her neck while tugging down on her T-shirt. The rip over her tit tore open further, revealing both tits with wide purple areolas.
She pulled back and looked at Danny with a hungry seductive glare. She bit her lip in the sexiest manner she knew how and then gazed at her tits swelling from the exposure.
"You ripped my fucking favorite t-shirt."
Danny was unsure what to do next, but that ended when she lunged at him with another deep kiss and a swift movement by her right hand to go down his shorts and grasp his raging hard-on.
Danny answered by sliding his left hand into her shorts, and his fingers found her watering slit. He slipped two fingers into her wet opening, practically lifting Maurillia off the ground as he probed deep inside her.
Danny's mouth dropped to Maurillia's tits as he attacked her nipples, which had been so dramatically exposed. Her head tipped back as he kissed and licked them to diamond hardness despite her t-shirt getting in the way.
Maurillia let out her deep moan of approval and began manipulating his cock faster. Not wanting anything to delay her pleasure, she tore her t-shirt off, desperate to remove it and allow Danny access to her flesh.
Pushing Danny back to the wall, she placed both hands in his shorts and pulled them down to his thighs, freeing his cock. Glancing down, she was impressed by his size. It wasn't a porn cock, but she had those in the past, and they were not fun. This was a nice thick cock with a good manscaping. She knew the penetration alone would give her a fast orgasm. Dropping to her knees, she grabbed Danny's cock by one hand and fed it into her mouth, sucking hard with loud wet slurps.
Danny grabbed at her hair, pulling it as he fucked her mouth. Lost in the thrill of the moment, he watched this woman whom he hated sucking his cock with abandon. Deciding to enjoy the moment, he tipped her head up to look at him.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth," he said aggressively.
Maurillia smiled and kept sucking his cock, then took it out of her mouth while continuing to juice it.
"Brave talk when my teeth are all around your cock," she growled, then went back to sucking, letting her teeth drag across his cock as a threat.
Maurillia kept at it, then pulled away, leaving Danny's cock dripping with her saliva.
"You want to cum in my mouth, you ask nicely," she said, then slid her shorts and underwear down to reveal her clean-shaven cunt. Her labia minora was longer than her outer twaut lips and hung from inside her slit. Her flesh was pale white, but the inner labia petals were dark purple with excitement.
"Eat my cunt, and then I might let you cum," she said in the bitchiest way possible.
Sitting on the couch, she opened her legs wide. The thick sticky moisture of her juices caused her cunt to open slowly to reveal her glistening clit, which was trying to hide from his impending attack. Using two fingers, she opened her cunt wider.
"Taste me, little man."
The comment was humiliating and condescending, making Danny's cock even harder.
Dropping to his knees, he placed his head between her legs and began to lap up her sweet nectar. When his tongue glanced over her clit her head went back, and she began to moan loudly. Danny wanted to cum then and there. He had heard her getting laid for a year and fantasized about her from 10 feet away, but now it was him, and he wanted to unload inside her more than anything.
Maurillia was not about to let him stop licking her cunt as she pulled his face closer and ground her pelvis into his face.
"I'm going to flood your mouth," she said forcefully.
Danny found himself between her smooth thighs pushing his tongue deep into her inner folds. Her pronounced labia minora protruded downward, allowing him to capture it between his lips and suckle it like a pacifier.
While no stranger to having someone go down on her, no one had ever paid particular attention to her purple beaded curtains, and the sensation was mind-blowing. Danny released the one love flap, then captured the other, giving it the same suckling treatment. He could tell from her body quivering he had hit paydirt.
"Oh God, what the fuck. Don't stop doing that," she moaned loudly for the entire building to hear.
Through his labia attack, her clit emerged from its protective hood and could not hide from his probing. Zeroing in on her tiny bald man, he ran his tongue over the pearl-sized bump causing another loud Maurillia moan.
She was wetter than any girl he'd ever been with, and her juices tasted sweet. Intoxicated by her taste and smell, he wanted more and moved down her opening to her perineum, assaulting the no man's land between her cunt and clenched ass hole with his tongue. He got a look at the tight knot of her backside. There it was, bleached white as her skin, pulsing from his cunt eating. He felt overwhelmed to taste it.
As he slid his head lower, Maurillia grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth away, denying him a taste of her forbidden entrance. Holding his face near her open cunt she looked down at him.
"You want to eat my ass? You need to fuck me first."
And with that, she pushed him back and stood up, then pressed him to the couch so he was lying on his back.
Danny began to stroke his cock in anticipation of penetrating Maurillia. She stood on the couch over Danny and began to finger herself as she prepared to lower her entrance onto Danny's pulsating cock. With just a few inches to go, a single drop of honey-thick moisture dripped slowly from her sheath in a long sticky thread to the tip of his cock, creating the initial connection that would end in...
There was a knock at the door.
"Maurillia?" came the voice of Mrs. Fridley, "I'm here with the master key. Is Danny still with you? Does he still need back in his room?"
Danny shook his head to Maurillia. Not wanting to waste this opportunity. He pleaded with his eyes. Not now! Not now!
Maurillia smiled, ran her finger through her depth, then put the wet finger in Danny's mouth and...
Cruelly stepped off the couch, pulled on her shorts, and tossed on an old sweatshirt.
"Coming, Mrs. F," Maurillia said as she tossed Danny his shorts.
Danny closed his eyes in defeat. He pulled on his shorts and shirt as Maurillia opened the door for Mrs. Fridley.
"I got your text, and you said to come by any time, so here I am. Danny, how did you lock yourself out? No matter, I'll key you in," the old porn star said.
Danny's raging hard-on was still visible in his pants as he followed the building manager out of the apartment. Maurillia followed them to the hall.
"We'll work on that scene some more tomorrow," Maurillia said to Danny with an almost evil grin.
She wanted an orgasm, but denying Danny the pleasure was equally delightful.
Closing the door, she walked to the couch, opened the window, then sat and ran her fingers down her stomach under her shorts and into her wetness and began the plunge her depths. In seconds she felt the orgasm wave coming.
Letting out a series of loud moans, her fingers grew wetter as she climaxed.
Next door, Danny heard the moaning from her self-created growing orgasm. Taking his still-wet cock in hand, he began to stroke it. As Maurillia moaned, so did Danny, and it was only a few more seconds before the cum swelled in his balls. On the other side of the wall, Maurillia's toes curled, her first indicator a pleasure wave was beginning. She let loose a single loud moan that went on and on as she climaxed. A few feet away beyond the wall, Danny's masturbation session ended with an almost violent ejaculation that caused him to double over.
His ejaculate splattered against the wall that separated himself and Maurillia. Despite the relief, his balls ached as they had when he was a teenager. That bitch left me with blue balls, he thought to himself as he tried to fall asleep between the pangs of testicular pain.
Danny awoke confused. There was no textbook answer for handling the day after what amounted to hate sex. He stayed in a fog most of the morning. The woman he despised most, his nemesis in his acting class, a bitch at his job, and a significant disturbance as a neighbor, was now clouding his every thought. Even in their brief bout of unbridled sex, she still was a problem as she willingly chose to deny him a finish.
Working the lunch shift at Basilicata, Danny kept looking over to the bar but no Maurillia. Checking the schedule, he saw it was her day off. That meant she would be free to rehearse the scene that evening. Now to figure out how to initiate the rehearsal. Text her or just drop by and knock on her door, he wondered to himself. As if by magic, a text appeared from Maurillia reading: how about we run the lines tonight at 7 pm? Danny began to respond, stopped, and decided to wait a few hours. No way he was going to appear hungry to this girl.
As his shift ended, he replied: Sounds good. See you at 7. There was no response, but none was needed. The time was set. His balls felt like they were doing somersaults despite his attempts to think of other things. This was a rehearsal, and while there was that kiss to practice, it was strictly professional, and frankly, this woman was toxic, so any further sex was out of the question.
When Danny returned home, he ran into Mrs. Fridley, who informed him she was moving out soon, heading off to live in Topanga Canyon with friends from a cult she joined in the '70s. The landlord had tasked her to find her replacement as a building manager. That was a cushy job with a free apartment, a dream situation for any wannabe actor. He assured her he would be perfect for the job and asked her to put him on the list. He then hurried home to shower and prepare for rehearsal.
In the shower, Danny noticed his cock was erect in anticipation of returning to finish its exploration of the evil woman who left it pained and lost. He thought of masturbating but decided that, given a chance to fuck Maurillia tonight, he wanted to give her a full load.
Tossing on comfortable clothes, he grabbed the script pages and knocked on Maurillia's door around seven. She opened the door, looking sexy as hell, which assured him he would be inside her in a few hours.
Maurillia opened the door halfway, blocking his view inside.
"I'm sorry," she began, "I assumed you didn't want to rehearse because you didn't respond
"I did. I texted back after my shift," Danny replied.
Looking at her phone, Maurillia commented, "I'm just seeing this now. Sorry, made other plans."
"Hey girl, is that the pizza?" came a male voice from inside.
"I've got company. A friend from college came by, so let's try for tomorrow. Good? Great," she said.
With that, she closed the door leaving a stunned Danny in disbelief.
Storming back to his room, Danny was livid. She had played him. He tried to be cool, but he waited too long, and she knew what she was doing to drive him nuts.
With a fuck buddy in her apartment, he was sure she would scream for him to butter her ass with his cum.
Two could play that game, and he started scrolling through his contacts, looking for anyone marked FWB. He needed a loud one, someone to teach his neighbor never to leave him high and dry again.
The contact list was a bust, so it would be Tinder to the rescue. Swiping, swiping, swiping, he hit upon an attractive dark-skinned girl of Persian descent. The one tag caught his eye; screamer.
He swiped right. It was only moments before she responded. She was at a party nearby, was itching for a hook-up, decided Danny was hot, and agreed to show up in an hour.
Ami arrived at about 11:15 pm. She looked like her profile picture, which was soft and voluptuous. Her thick ass may have been a little bigger than advertised, but Danny assumed her loudest moans could be drawn from that spot. She wore a solid mustard yellow mock turtleneck sleeveless sports fitness jumpsuit that ended at her knees. The Kardashian inspired outfit hugged her body tight. Her tits were large, and the spot of wetness in her pronounced camel-toe told Danny she was already locked and loaded for action.
Ami entered and looked around. Danny offered her a glass of wine which she swallowed fast, explaining that she had eaten a few THC edibles and was feeling it.
"I fuck loud on edibles, just warning you, Daddy," she said proudly.
Danny heard a thud against his wall and realized Maurillia was getting into action. Ami had to use the bathroom, so Danny walked her into the bedroom and showed her the door.
"How do you pee in that outfit?" he asked.
Ami smiled and walked into the bathroom. Instead of closing the door, she stood with the toilet behind her and began to extract herself from the one-piece garb.
Reaching behind her neck, she pulled a hidden zipper down to her mid-back, then pulled her arms inside. The next step was to pull the top down to her waist, revealing her large, untethered tits, which bounced down after being freed from the spandex that had propped them up. Her pancake-sized large dark areolas transfixed Danny, and his cock stirred in anticipation.
The show continued as Ami pulled the one piece over her wide hips, revealing her large ass and a well-maintained dark bush that hid her cunt's opening.
Now naked, Ami sat on the toilet, looking at Danny with bedroom eyes.
"Do you want to watch me pee, Daddy?" she purred.
Danny felt self-conscious and turned away, but when he heard her peeing, his kink curiosity took over, and he slowly turned back to look.
Ami peed freely as Danny watched. Danny's cock stiffened at her provocative pregame show.
Standing up, her bush glistened with the last bits of her emission. A tiny remnant ran down her inner thigh, but she chose not to dry it off. Instead, she walked toward him, knowing a man's animal instincts would want to inhale her territorial markings.
Danny's breath left him for a minute. She was big and intoxicating. As she moved in close to him, she planted her lips on his and began to unbuckle his belt, pulled open his pants, and found his cock wanting. But she didn't go down on him. Instead, she sat back on the bed, opened her thick thighs, and began to pleasure her wet cunt.
"Come taste me, Daddy," she beckoned.
Danny crept forward, unable to resist the temptation to plant his face in her bush. The rich briny smell of growing wetness infiltrated his olfactory senses, creating a stir in his balls. Whomever this woman was, she knew animal instinct. With a flat tongue, he lapped at her cunt, creasing it open.
True to her Tinder profile, Ami began to moan loudly, and Danny remembered the mission. She used her hands to spread her legs wider as Danny burrowed in. Bringing his fingers into her slit, he probed for her G spot, looking for anything that would earn him a loud groan.
"Oh, God," she said. But it was too quiet.
He needed a shocker, and he focused on her dark clench. Surrounded with pubic stubble from an overdue waxing, he looked at her back button, hoping for a reaction. Wetting his finger in her cunt, he licked around her clit as his forefinger teased her knotted ass hole. A gentle push was met with acceptance.
"You trying to make me cum, Daddy?"
"You don't have to call me Daddy," Danny said, hoping she would stop. "Your profile said you were loud, which kinda turns me on."
"Push that finger in my ass and see what happens," she whispered.
"Danny gave his finger a push past her sphincter and..."
"Oh, fuck, Daddy!" she howled.
Danny smiled as she pulsed with pleasure. His finger was trapped in her tightness but lubed enough to allow him to slide it in and out.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," she bellowed. Her voice got louder with each exclamation of "fuck."
Danny smiled, knowing Maurillia could hear Ami's wails loud and clear.
"Fuck. Me. Now. Daddy!" Ami bellowed, and Danny happily obliged.
Keeping his finger in her ample ass was no easy feat as Danny readied his cock to enter her dark bush. Ami was flexible and helped Danny keep his arm around her ass and his finger in her tight back ass hole as he slid into her wetness. Her body was soft, and she accepted his thrusting well.
She was making a sound somewhere between a coo and a cat's purr. It was starting low and began growing. Trying to concentrate on climaxing Ami, Danny heard a sound of desire. But it wasn't from Ami.
From beyond the wall, Maurillia was in a long slow constant groan that would rise and fall.
Danny made out some words, "Stretch. Inside. Thick."
Your cunt is so tight, Danny loudly declared. "I'm going to cum," he panted, "I want you to cum with me."
"I'll do whatever you want. I'll cum with you. Stick another finger in my ass. Is that good, Daddy?" she whispered.
Too quiet. Damn.
"Yeah, Daddy is going to stick another finger in that thick ass of yours. You gonna cum for Daddy?"
His middle finger joined his index finger, stretching her ass wider while he drove his cock deep into her spacious cunt.
The extra finger did its job. Danny could sense the rising orgasm was intense as her body shook and her ass muscles tightened. She was cumming, and it was a loud and hard one.
Despite her howls of pleasure, he kept pounding away but was so distracted by his attempts to outdo Maurillia that he was not close to orgasm.
Then, from beyond the wall, he heard Maurillia loudly yell, "Butter my ass with your cum."
At those muffled words, Danny's balls tingled.
Pulling his cock out of Ami's sweat soak cunt he quickly rolled her over while she was still riding the end of her orgasm.
"Show Daddy your ass," he yelled.
Danny jammed his cock in her cunt from behind, gave two hard pumps, then pulled out and ejaculated all over her behind.
Face down, Ami smiled as she felt his cum dash against her ass crack, then drip across her perineum, across her sphincter, and down to her cunt.
"You like my big ass, don't you, Daddy," she moaned.
Danny's body still shook as he stroked the last dollop of cum out. Spent, he dropped to the bed beside Ami, looking at her sweating back and flared ass.
The two were exhausted from the short but intense session and drifted asleep.
Danny woke with a start when he heard a car alarm blare. Sitting up, he listened carefully.
"That's my car," Danny said. He jumped out of bed, pulled on some shorts, then grabbed a baseball bat.
"I got broken into last week. Fuck these guys. Wait here."
"Well, I sure wasn't planning on going to a bat fight. We gonna fuck some more? Should I go?" Ami asked.
"I'll be right back," Danny said, exiting the apartment.
Danny entered the dark subterranean parking structure to see his car headlights still flashing. Clutching the bat, he walked up to his car, clicked the key fob, and reset the alarm.
In the shadows, he saw a figure watching him. Raising the bat threateningly, he needed to decide whether to attack or run.
The figure revealed itself to be Maurillia. She was wearing a robe as she crossed into the light. She had a door dash bag in her hand.
"What the fuck? Did you try to break into my car?" Danny asked.
"No, just kicked it a few times to set off the alarm and get you down here," she replied.
"Why? You're lucky I didn't attack you."
"Yeah, right," she said.
"Why then?" he asked.
"Because 'DADDY,' if I have to listen to you fuck that girl any longer, I'm going to
"You're going to what? Complain about loud sex? Good luck with that," Danny said, turning to leave.
"Get over here and fuck me now," Maurillia demanded. Danny stood dumbfounded, unsure of what to say.
"I, I, I, just had sex. I don't know if I can
"I'll make you cum, just get over here and fuck me. We've got about three minutes before we'll have to explain what took so long."
At this hour, the garage was silent. Maurillia opened her robe to reveal her naked body.
Danny looked around. He approached Maurillia, pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his cock glistening with Ami's cum juices.
Maurillia's cunt dripped her date's semen, but that didn't matter to Danny as he lifted her with his powerful arms and slid her down on his wet cock. Her cunt was hot, and the thick cum inside coated his cock like lube.
The mutual reaction was instantaneous. Maurillia had never wanted a hard cock inside her so desperately, and Danny had never wanted to fuck as intensely as he did right now. Despite emptying a load on Ami only a few minutes earlier, he was fully erect as he raised and lowered Maurillia on his cock.
She began her now familiar moaning, but Danny placed his fingers in her mouth to stifle the sound. She could taste the cunt flavors of Danny's Tinder date and began to suckle his fingers like fat nipples.
Danny's cock pushed up and deeper into her saturated cunt. As the urge to moan passed through her again, she bit down on Danny's fingers. The pain of the bite was intense, and Danny reacted by increasing his thrusts and plastering her back to the wall. This allowed his penetration to push in deep.
This standing fuck session was not going to last long. Danny felt the cum inside him racing through his balls, then pulse up his shaft and blast into Maurillia's semen-soaked slit with unbridled force.
Being on the receiving end of Danny's load, Maurillia's body went stiff with the blast, and an almost debilitating orgasm of her shot through her body. She bucked against the wall. Their violent interaction slowed to a stop as he held her tight. The cum salad leaked from her cunt around the base of his cock and pooled on the garage floor.
Letting her down gently, his slick cock slipped out. Maurillia quickly closed her robe, grabbed her door dash, and started away. Danny remained a moment, his cock still out and dripping wet.
"Have Daddy's girl clean that up," Maurillia said with a dark smile. "I'll be listening."
Danny entered his apartment to find Ami scrolling through her phone on the bed.
"Someone steal your car?"
"False alarm. Some bitch set it off," he said loud enough for Maurillia to hear through the walls.
"So, I'm gonna get going unless you want to go again," Ami said.
Danny realized he had just cum twice in a short span. He figured the smart money was to let her leave, but then he heard Maurillia's moaning from beyond the wall. His cock stirred again.
"I think if you suck me off, I could probably get going again," he said suggestively.
"Okay, Daddy. I can do that."
Ami crawled across the bed to where Danny was standing, turned on her back, and tipped her head off the bottom of the bed in the lie-back blowjob stance. Positioned like this, she could quickly deep throat him.
Danny stepped forward so his legs were astride her face, then scooched forward some more so her large tits were in reach of his hands and cock and his ass was over her face. Placing his semi-hard cock in the valley between her tits, Ami took the cue and squeezed her tits together as Danny tit fucked her downward.
With Danny's balls and perineum just above her mouth, Ami began to tongue-wash the remnants of her sex session from below. This alone stiffened his cock back to life. Although he was enjoying the tit fuck sensation, Danny remembered Maurillia's expectation that Ami clean his cock, and he stepped back, looking down at the thick girl who remained on her back, head tipped back and mouth open for this lie-back face fucking.
Danny slid his cock into her upside-down mouth fucking it gently. The reverse of a regular blow job, her tongue ran across the top of his cock while the bottom filled in the space at the top of her palate. It was a unique feeling and allowed him to slide in her mouth up to his soaked hilt.
As Ami took his thick shaft in her mouth, Danny watched her greedily clean the cum leftovers from Maurillia's cunt, along with the love drippings from both women.
She took his cock out to speak.
"Daddy, I can taste myself on your balls. So good."
Danny took his cock and returned it to her mouth before she could talk anymore. Ami greedily sucked it, filling her mouth and throat.
Danny knew he needed to send Maurillia a message that he was obeying her demands.
Uncharacteristically he moaned and loudly declared, "Suck that cock; clean it with your mouth."
Knowing Maurillia could hear this girl cleaning her drippings off his cock was exhilarating, and his arousal was now at 11.
Beyond their common wall, Maurillia was on the bed fingering herself, listening to Danny moan. Her date came out of the bathroom. His cock was at half-mast, but seeing her reclined on the bed working her cream-filled cunt, it stiffened instantly.
"You left a mess in me, now get over here and clean it out," she demanded loudly. With a greedy smile, the date planted himself on his knees to get perfect entry to her cum filled cunt. Opening her legs, the two-man cream pie dripped out.
"Damn, I did not realize I could cum that much," he said in amazement.
"Clean me," Maurillia demanded. Her date moved in with his tongue lapping at the rivulets of cum oozing from Maurillia's moist slit. She held his head down as she looked at the wall. "Lick that cum," she loudly repeated.
On his side of the wall, Danny heard her demand and realized she was making her date eat his ejaculation. My God, who was this woman?
His cock grew harder as he thought about her, and without notice or warning, he bellowed, "I'm cumming."
In his mind, he replayed the hardcore fucking he and Maurillia had just enjoyed in the garage. His ejaculation caught Ami off guard, gagging her as he filled her mouth.
She pulled away, her mouth full of cum and even more still spurting out.
"Oh, Daddy," she proclaimed as cum dripped from her mouth.
"Hope you don't mind if I don't swallow it. But you cum way too much," she said.
"Swallow it," Danny said firmly and very much out of character.
Ami looked at him obediently.
"Daddy wants you to swallow it," Danny heard himself saying and realized Maurillia's gangster style was rubbing off on him.
Rethinking the aggressive statement, he turned to tell Ami it was okay not to swallow, but she had already done so and sat up, looking at him proudly, opening her mouth to show it was all gone. Danny was titillated by the feeling of asserting power over someone.
"I did good, right, Daddy?"
It was early morning as Ami exited Danny's apartment at the same time as Maurillia's date. The two walked silently to the stairwell. Ami looked the attractive man up and down.
"Walk of shame, huh," he said with a laugh.
They walked down the stairs in continued silence.
"Was that you making' the girl in 3C cum so hard," Ami asked?
The man smiled and proudly said, "Yeah. You the girl making the guy in 3B groan so much?"
"Dude came so hard, twice."
"Walk of shame bullshit," he said. "Walk of sex rock stars is more like it. I'm Sven."
"Ami," she replied.
"What's your finishing move?" he asked.
"Take me to breakfast, Daddy, and I'll let you choose from my menu," Ami said with a smile. Looking at her next conquest, she thought, hell yeah, I am a fucking sex rock star.
Are you working the dinner shift? Maurillia texted Danny.
Yup, he replied.
I'm walking over there at 4, come with?
Already did that.
Sorry, bad Dad joke. Yeah, knock on my door when you head out.
At 4 pm sharp, Danny knocked on Maurillia's door, knowing it might have strange outcomes.
The two walked the three blocks to Basilicata, talking about the kissing scene, about work, about anything other than their insane sexcapade from the early hours of the morning.
As they got to the restaurant, Danny stopped her before entering.
"Do you think you and I might go out for a quiet drink or late-night eat after our shifts?"
"You're asking me on a date?" she said.
"Not a date, just two people who like each other's company," he replied.
"You think two people who hate fucked in a parking lot should go on a date?" she asked.
"Well, when you put it that way. Wait, you hated what we did?" he replied, with hurt in his voice.
"No, I hated you, and let's be honest, you hated me. That was a hate fuck."
"Past tense. Hated. All the stuff we have in common, we should celebrate it. Anyway, it was just an idea. I didn't realize
"Clario Bistro has an after-hours speakeasy. I know the bartender. We'll drink for free," Maurillia said with a subtext that said end this conversation.
"So, it's a date?" Danny asked.
"Yes, a date," she replied. "Now, shut up."
Danny smiled and awkwardly leaned in to hug Maurillia. She cringed.
"What was that?" she asked.
"It was a hug... okay, maybe we're not there yet. So, tonight! After work!" Danny said with a smile.
Dinner service was busy at Basilicata, and neither Danny nor Maurillia had a moment to take a break to talk. Danny relished when he had to go to the bar to pick up drink orders for his table. It gave him a chance to watch Maurillia in action. For the past few weeks, she was nothing but harsh glares, but tonight she was all smiles and the occasional wink.
The red McLaren rolled up to the valet stop outside Basilicata. The car, built with lust-inducing looks, demanded everyone's attention. But it was the second-best looking thing around when a gorgeous young ebony woman with latte brown skin stepped out of the passenger side. She had a huge perfect smile and a large wild mane of auburn kinks and curls, creating a modern approach to the classic afro. She resembled a young Chaka Khan.
To be Continued later, in part 4 of this series. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 4 parts, for Literotica.