The bodyguard scurried off, presumably to find the manager.
My dream man was sitting in a black leather armchair with wet hair and a white robe on. The bathroom door was closed and light spilled through the edges.
The actor stood up, all six feet plus of him, and his shoulders stiffened as he plucked a cigarette from his mouth. "What's the meaning of this?"
In a flash, I was standing close enough to smell his soapy, clean skin. "I've waited all week for you and I'm not sharing," I said.
Instead of anger, he smirked. His sexy lips raised. "Is that so?" His voice was velvety, sounding more like the natural tone I'd heard in his movies rather than the tense, clipped syllables he spoke to me during our first encounter.
"Yeah, that's right," I said. My fists were clenched, though I didn't know why. Maybe I was preparing to spar with that young blond dope. "Why don't you send the boy away and let me show you what a real man can offer."
The bathroom door flew open and the young man stood there with a towel around his waist, looking at me with astonishment. On cue, the flailing excuse for a bodyguard came running back in with Walter, the manager.
"What's going on in here?" Walter asked.
"Nothing, just a little misunderstanding," the actor said coolly.
I was afraid he was going to have me kicked out of the bathhouse, probably banned permanently, but instead he looked over at the blond and said, "This fella was just leaving."
The young man looked indignant. He grabbed his wet swim shorts from the bathroom and stormed out.
"Sir, wait," the bodyguard said, running after him. If he had been paying for the young man's silence, he was probably about to double, even triple the offer to smooth things over.
"You're sure everything's okay in here?" Walter asked.
The actor smiled assuringly. "Never better. Thank you for checking on me."
"Okay," Walter said, eyeing me as he walked out, and closed the door behind him.
Alone at last.
The sexy actor studied me with amusement in his eyes. My bold move was paying off. In fact, I thought he might be impressed by my tenacity.
I stepped out of my swim shorts and settled onto my back in the bed made from clouds.
He took a long drag from his cigarette. Smoke rolled from his nostrils like a dragon as he took off his robe. "Turn over onto your stomach. You know how I like it."
I lifted my legs in the air, spread open wide. "No, I want to see your face when you blow your load in me."
He grunted and took the cigarette from his mouth, mashed it into an ashtray, then strolled over and got on the bed. I felt the springs sinking around me as he grabbed hold of my legs and hooked them over his shoulders.
I'd awakened something carnal in him.
He spat in his hand, rolled his wet palm across his cock, which was already hard and standing straight up at attention. Then he spat on my spread ass cheeks, not really bothering to aim for my hole. Just the general vicinity.
That was how he was going to punish me, by fucking me with hardly any lubrication. But I remembered he was quite a pre-cummer, so I was sure my hole would be nice and slick within a few thrusts.
I didn't care as long as I had him in me. He could fuck me dry and use my blood as lubricant if he wanted.
The first thrust hurt the worst. His large glans broke past the tight outer ring of my hole and shoved deep inside me with one movement. I clenched my teeth and kept my eyes locked on his. He was testing me.
When he pulled out, I could already feel the trail of pre-cum dripping from his cock, wetting me inside. He bucked his hips and plunged into me again, gliding in much more smoothly. But it still hurt. My tender insides burned and ached, but I did my best to hide it.
He settled into a rhythm, thrusting in and out as his cock leaked an endless supply of natural lubricant straight from the tap. The pain subsided and he had me positioned at just the right angle to ensure he was banging against my prostate.
I sat upright as best I could, given that my ankles were level with his face. I felt folded in half but the position was perfect to press my cock against my stomach. It provided a nice amount of friction when my sensitive cock head pressed against the soft patch of brown hair at my navel. Combined with the relentless pounding of my swollen insides, I was getting enough stimulation to coax an orgasm out of myself.
Our eyes remained locked as ripples of pleasure rolled through me from the front to the back, inside and out. His thick mop of jet black hair had fallen across his searing eyes. He was always so immaculately groomed on screen, but now I was getting to see him unkempt and free from all worries. Something about me must have put him at ease because he became louder and more expressive, grunting and groaning while he jackhammered his big cock in and out of me.
