Starr Search – Chapter 01
He waited in the in the cell phone parking spot, sipping his coffee, shivering in anticipation, hoping for the phone to ring soon. His eyes were alert to the shifting traffic, the variables of arriving and departing planes, and counting the minutes until her arrival. Dark brown eyes scanned the other cars, his arms restless in the blue blazer and knit shirt, watching patiently, even picking up the phone to see if it still had a signal. The backlight of the screen showed him her smile, and that he could be reached when she called. She was oval on the caller ID, long black hair in a wavy flourish of wild locks, curls cascading all over, her eyes big and bright, the smile surrounded with shimmering glossy lipstick.
Beep-Bleep.
The phone went off, and he answered quickly, not wanting to miss this moment. “Hello?”
“You know”, the voice purred, “I am waiting for a car to get me from my arrival gate.”
“Hi Starr. Two minutes. Bye.”
Hurrying through the lots, Julian found himself pulling up, watching people coming out of the building, luggage in hand, peering deeply for her. And with a parting of a crowd, there she was: statuesque, slender, but with the curves of a woman, young in her smile and the light of her eyes, but dying inside to escape the east and live the adventures of a yearning hedonist going west should learn. Nothing was or could be taboo to this gorgeous woman in her tight miniskirt, her short, high-heeled boots, and the snug t-shirt that showed her marvelous C-cup breast arching up at the moonlight of the California night air. Several men moved about her, young, in the service, grotesquely fit physically, but instead she came 1700 miles from the Bible belt to Sodom itself in search of her friend, her cyber-lover, her 42-year old pervert.
A wave of recognition came from her hand and she shouted as his car pulled up at the curb: “Julian!”
Gears shifted, and he parked idling, jumping from the seat, snapping the power locks, calling out to her: “Starr! Over here babe! Toss everything in the back seat.”
Within a second, she sat in the back seat, smiling softly, her luggage on the seat next to her. She leaned over the center of the front seats, kissing his cheek as he resumed his position, locking the doors as they enclosed themselves. His car quickly pulled out, slipping into the stream of cars exiting the airport and heading into the center of Los Angeles. Starr relaxed, her arms on the backrest, laying her head back, watching Julian as he eyed the traffic before moving from lane to lane, then smiling into the rear-view mirror at her potential lover and on-line friend.
They had been on the road for ten minutes when she began to shift like a cricket in the grass, watching her driver watching her in the mirror. Her knee came up and she smiled again, looking into his eyes, saying, “Julian? Do you know I flew across the country without panties?”
Julian gulped, glancing back, watching both knees rise, and Starr gracefully reaching down, touching the smooth darkness, her fingers disappearing under the folds of her skirt, moaning gently. “When I switched planes at Little Rock, I saw the nice agent from the TSA watching me, complimenting me on the smooth material of my skirt.”
Starr moaned, and Julian began to feel a bead of sweat on his upper lip, his eyes moving quickly between the show in the back seat and the road ahead, watching the cars moving, wondering if anyone could see her masturbating.
Or was she teasing him?
“The TSA agent told me with a smile he may have to have me screened. I told him he could do a strip search if he was a good boy. And, only if he brought his cuffs with him into the room.”
“Wow”, Julian exhaled. “So, did you get him inside you?”
“No, but the possibility was there so I smiled, teased him, and made sure to swing my ass as I walked away. I know that he, and maybe a few others were staring.”
A gasp and Julian noticed her hands were below the sight of the seat, her head lolling back on the armrest. Suddenly, he spotted a toe pointing up at him. And in the confined space, the musky smell of woman’s juices could be inhaled. Starr shivered and moaned, her driver unable to see what she was doing as she moaned, soft purring escaping as the elbows moved with the unseen machinations of a masturbating woman. He could hear the reactions she made, touching her clitty, perhaps fingering herself, moaning aloud now, shaking her leg, watching his eyes frantically moving between traffic and her exhibitionism.
“Are you sure you can watch me Julian? I told you I want to do so much this weekend.”
Clenching his teeth, Julian smiled, and then breathed out his answer: “Yes Starr. I may not participate often but I will watch intently.”
A smile crossed her lips and she groaned louder, moving her arms faster, Julian assuming she was rubbing her clitty as fast as possible with one hand and fingering herself with two or three fingers of the other. She closed her eyes, the lights above them making her cinnamon skin pale then dark between passes on the road. Julian kept hoping that they wouldn’t be pulled over or be seen in a traffic stop camera, or by someone in a truck who may follow them as Starr reached her zenith.
A loud gasp, and Starr cried out, “OOooohhh damnit!! OOOOOoohhh SHIT!!”
The orgasm slammed against the windows, making the panes move, or so Julian thought as she reached a powerful, body shaking orgasm in is backseat while in a public lane of traffic. As she calmed herself, Julian kept eyeing the speed, the surrounding cars, and moved deeper into the night. Starr reached back, sitting (possibly) in a puddle of her own juices. She leaned forward, kissing Julian on the ear and whispered, “Open wide for a treat.”
He did so, and found his mouth filled with two of her fingers, salty and delicious with her sweet sexual honey, wet from her orgasm. Julian swabbed, licked and slurped every drop of girl-cum off them, making her nails dry as the fingers left his lips.
Starr Search – Chapter 02
Julian pulled the sedan into the hotel, watching her asscheeks shift slowly under the tight skirt, moving like a metronome. She could feel the eyes of the valet, the bellman, and the concierge, all staring at the miniskirt, long legs, and perfectly nestled 36-C breast nestled in the tight t-shirt, the top tied under her breast to show off the amazing stomach. Starr knew she could make every man forget, and loved the attention. Julian walked beside, never taking her hand, knowing inside she possessed him, not the other way around. They turned, and the valet, doormen, concierge, bellmen, a few tourists with their wives, and the half-blind janitor all turned, watching Starr and Julian make their way to the elevator and inside it.
Opening the door, Julian tossed the bags on the floor, watching Starr walk into the room, laying back on the couch, flipping on the big-screen television. She was moving through the channels sliding her heels to the floor until she found some music. Her body wiggled to the beat, slowly sliding the blouse off her body, then slipping the skirt down her asscheeks and off her long, perfect legs.
His mouth hit the floor: Starr travelled across the country without panties, waxed her pussy hairs into a small landing strip and left her bra behind somewhere. Her blazer was on the floor; this was how she kept her hardened nipples from being a beacon to every man in every terminal she entered across the United States.
Sitting naked, playing with her nipples, she stared at the chaperon, watching his eyes drink in every inch of her café au lait skin, honey-kissed by the sun and a shade darker than his own Latino heritage. She could smile, knowing he was going to be her guardian angel in her depraved travels through Los Angeles.
“Julian”, she whispered, eyes closing as she pinched one of her nipples slowly, twisting it in manicured nails, “are you sure you can keep me safe? Are you sure you don’t want to spend the weekend here just making love to me?”
A beat of quiet and he smiled.
“Or fucking you, Starr?”
He blushed, unsure of using this word with his cyber-lover and friend. A glance, and he knew she wasn’t teasing him, just asking, and unharmed by his phrase; she, in turn was just being honest and seeking the same.
She smiled, happily knowing they were on the same wave-length: “Or fucking me, in bed, on the floor, in the bathroom … wherever your hard-ons' wish.”
She lay back, curling her legs against her breast, showing him the heels of her feet pointing outward, smiling, letting her arms wrap around her knees. His eyes glanced down seeing the tender slip of her pussy lips, pink and glossy with the desire of lust, wanting to touch him or to be touched. Julian looked further, seeing her puckered bung, the anus winking at him. Starr noticed his eyes staring at her anus, and restated aloud, “Any where your hard-on wishes.”
Slowly, Julian moved closer to her, sitting down, taking her feet in his hands, massaging the soles, stroking them from toes to heel, making her moan. Starr relaxed, knowing she ached for an erotic journey, and yet, just having a man appreciate her for more than sex was something she longed for also in this moment.
“Honey”, Julian said softly. “You can do anything you want, be anything you want, and I’ll always be in the shadows keeping you safe. I promised you that when we chatted, had cyber-sex, avatar-sex, phone sex, and cam-sex. And I still promise to keep you safe no matter what you want to do here in LA. Okay?”
Lightly, but with just the right amount of pressure, Julian slid his finger along the length of her foot, pressing inward, making her moan softly. Starr relaxed, naked in her youth and beauty, as this man twice her age and sweet on-line was the real deal, hoping to give her a weekend she’d never forget.
She could feel his fingers kneading her muscles, caressing and stroking the calves, moving the length of her skin slowly, softly and tenderly. She felt her eyes closing, relaxed in the luxurious room, breathing faster, her breast rising and falling slowly, feeling the hands moving to the front of her legs, caressing the knees and muscles gently.
But something was different.
Julian slid his body from beneath her legs, his hands lifting her delicate feet over his shoulders, sliding them back and down along the spine. His fingers continued caressing and touching her all over, making her whimper and moan eagerly, gasping, her eyes quickly closing. She could feel her fingers sliding into his hair as she felt his kisses starting inside her thighs, licking the skin, moving slowly into her crotch. A small stream of air slid out of his mouth, touching her clit and traveling along the slick folds of her pussy lips. Julian kissed, and then circled the clit with his tongue, lapping at it gently. She moaned, digging her nails deeper into his scalp, feeling his tongue slide inside her pussy, his nose nestled on the hairs, kissing the clitty again and again, sucking softly on the shaved labia. The tongue worked magically inside her body, making her shudder with delight.
“Mmmm. Such a tasty pussy babe”, he whispered. “I’m glad you played with it making it juicy for me.”
Starr moaned at the cunninglingus performed by a master twat eater, like Bach on the violin in the hands of a symphony maestro. She groaned, feeling a finger slipping into her hot, wet pussy, keeping Julian where he wanted to be: on her knees eating her out.
The finger, then fingers, began pumping rapidly, making a slap-slap sound inside her. Starr could feel the juices of her girly-sex leaking pussy juices like mad, gasping aloud, her body an electrical fence, losing her mind as he continued eating and licking and fingering her sweet, smooth twat as fast as possible. Her nipples became harder without contact, gasping, losing her breath to the shaking her body was doing responding to his touch.
“Oh fuck Julian. You are a fantastic pussy licker!”
He replied, “This is one thing I love doing: pleasing you.”
As his sentence ended, he continued licking the hot, wet sex box, fingering it deeper, swirling the clitty hard against his spinning tongue, sucking all the juices her could draw out down his throat and into his mouth. Starr started tugging his hair, keeping him in place, making his scalp hurt, and still keeping him against her hot, wet cunt, the sex-honey slipping out a little faster each time the pace increased, his mouth working harder to drink every drop.
“OOOooohhh FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCKK!!”
Starr moaned, groaning, grinding her teeth, gasping and trying to hold her breath as her orgasm tore through her body, Julian’s fingers planted deep inside the hot wet snatch. She groaned louder, crying out, screaming in absolute delight and pleasure.
“Goddamn! OOoooooooooooooooohhhhhh!”
The waves of pleasure finally subsided, and Julian could feel her body collapsing, deflating on the couch. Her legs were limp and she glowed, sheen of fresh perspiration on her forehead and cheeks. She looked down at her adoring lover, and took his face in her hands. Julian came up with the touch, bringing his body between her legs, kissing her mouth deep and full, and letting her taste herself on his tongue, making her whimper and moan. Her mouth roamed all over his face, licking every drop, sucking his tongue, wanting every drop her body produced between both their mouths.
She smiled, whispering, “We’re gonna be so bad aren’t we?”
“Yes we are”, he replied. “Yes we are.”
Starr Search – Chapter 03
She smiled, hugging her breast closer to her body. Starr stared at Julian, her eyes agog with the delights of a woman coming down from an obscene physical and emotional high. Her body was covered in goose bumps, the scent of musk hanging in the room. Julian’s face was slightly glazed, his smiled from ear to ear, licking his lips and slobbering over all the pussy juices Starr gushed out when she came all three times. She sat up, looking down at her lover kneeling on the floor, and gently, slowly stroked his face.
“Follow me hon.” she whispered tenderly. “I want to make you smile too.”
Afraid to speak, to break the spell, Julian stood quietly as his naked lover slid her delicate feet onto the floor, walking and taking his hand in hers’, leading them to the bathroom. Starr turned, tiptoed and kissed him once more on the lips, tasting the remnants of her sweet snatch sauce, smiling as he caressed her hips, feeling the wonderful shape of the woman in his presence.
Entering, the gorgeous young woman sat down on the covered toilet seat, her ass nestling into the plush cover. Her tiny hands dove into the buckle, undoing the belt, moving it from his waist and off his body. Her fingers undid the snaps of his jeans, and slowly, gazing deep into his eyes, she opened his shirt, button by button, seeing that he never took his eyes from her light-cocoa colored skin, the wonderfully round sloping breast, the amazing sweet figure of her body already naked before his own in the spacious bathroom of the luxury hotel.
Kneeling, the gorgeous woman slid down his jeans, over his ankle, and undid his shoes, kissing his thighs and stomach along the way to being before him on her knees. Julian could feel the anticipation of touching her again, her hair stroking his stomach and her breast, his knees and her face, his body and her fingers.
He was under her spell, and loved it.
Julian gulped, and found that as his eyes opened, he realized he was nude. Somehow, Starr had him step out of his clothing, and he watched her bending over, ass out, adjusting the shower, letting the water pours down into the tub. A graceful little hop and she was under the cascading water, feeling her own skin, moaning suggestively as the droplets came over her little by little in the shower.
All he could do was stare at her sexy silhouette. Stare and feel his hard-on moving like an anaconda in the trees, with a mind and life of its own. She was soaping her breast, caressing them, feeling her own pussy with a long, dedicated finger, touching the clit and making a soft noise from behind the transparent shower curtain.
“MMmmmm”, she moaned over the hissing steam of the hot shower. “Julian, even with the water I feel so sensitive. You ate my pussy so damn well, I may not need to find another woman.”
Through the curtain, Julian could see she was now fingering the pussy deeper, her hand moving back and forth.
“Oh babe”, she gasped, moaning like a banshee preparing to swoop down on its’ victim, “you’ve gotta get in here, or I may cum again.”
A step, and Julian slid into the tub, closing the shower curtain, watching her masturbate, penetrating her own smooth cunt with her fingers again and again. The finger fucking was rhythmic, a pumping beat as her fingers slid in and out, again and again, the shower water hitting Julian in the back. He watched her eyes close, knowing her voyeur and guardian was going to take in every action he could imagine with her all weekend long.
Starr loved being watched, knowing he was enjoying all she had to give him, and wanting to see more with each turn of her body. She moved, spinning away, ass out, back bent, fingering her pussy deeper, moaning louder, gasping and groaning in total delight. He watched the arch of her spine bend back, showing the moons of her delectable ass-cheeks, the slippery anus wet and coated with water beading down between her legs and past the back of her thigh and down to her ankles.
Julian came up behind her, placing the tip of his cock into the folds of her pink lips, slipping slowly inside her wet snatch, fucking her with one stroke. Starr gasped, a loud moan escaping her mouth as she grasped the shower bar, holding it tight, feeling Julian’s’ hands on her hips.
“Ohhhhhhhhh baby … yessss”, Starr hissed, responding to his touch, his cock slowly, deliberately entering her needy slick pussy. “Don’t stop!”
Julian slipped his cock half-way inside, enjoying the enveloping feeling as she pushed back, fucking him in response to his fingers on her hips, his cock in her buttery cunt, his moans filling the shower stall.
Strong, tight fingers gripped her skin, sinking into the soft flesh of her hips, making her moan in delight, feeling the heated beads of water dribbling down her skin, dropping from her lover behind her and onto her spine. Starr gasped, feeling the cockhead slowly touching then entering her body again; his cock rode the smooth, wet pussy, fucking its’ way further inside her body. Julian could feel the purchase his thick man-meat made inside her, the wet velvet of her tight cunt gripping his prick, making him shiver in delight, gasping, before plunging harder, faster inside the sweet tight cunt.
“OH Goddamn Starr! FUCK!” Julian moaned aloud in absolute pleasure, groaning, sinking himself deeper inside her amazing hot body, his hairy balls nestled against the hot bald snatch lips. The steam of the shower made him shake his eyes; his most vivid hallucinations and fantasies had become real, and he was fucking the young, sexy woman in the hotel shower. He smiled happily, pumping his cock faster, deeper inside the smooth wet cunt, fucking her with all he could muster.
Starr replied, “Hmmmm, baby. Ohhhh you’re so fucking BIG!”
“JEEZUS BABE! FUCK!” Julian couldn’t contain the wicked utterances streaming from his mouth, his appreciation for her desire and allowing him to fuck her, and her need to do it immediately. Starr kept gripping the shower bar, holding on, feeling her perverted older lover fucking his way deeper inside her young body with every ounce of strength he had. His legs moved, the cock riding deeper into her body, his feet clenching the floor, holding on with his hands and the flexing muscles, for dear life. “Fuck! Fuck Fuck FUCKKK!”
She wiggled back, taking him deeper than before, fucking faster, rolling her sweet ass on his stomach, feeling his balls slapping her clitty. She moved her fingers, stroking the active, sensitive clitty, feeling his shaved testicles against her fingernails, moaning in delight, water cascading over them like rolling rapids. But this was a much more exciting ride for the young woman from the East Coast. Starr could feel Julian opening her asscheeks, watching with fascination, or just to grip her steadily, her asshole opened, accepting water pouring down and entering her rectum. She gasped, her tits bouncing like mad, eyes fluttering in absolute pleasure.
Starr couldn’t believe the man behind her, fucking her in absolute abandon, was the man she’d met on a social network on-line. She was amazed he was so very sane, patient, and aching to make her smile more than to satisfy his own craven lust. Her mind knew she’d find her adventures in Los Angeles, as that was her deepest wish; but when Julian offered to be her chaperon, her guardian angel through the levels of Hell she’d ascent to that week, she flew out immediately. She shivered, her voice barely audible over the steaming power of the running water, eyes rolling in delight as she felt her fingers tighten on the shower bar, moaning, crying out in total delight.
Then she felt it.
Her fingers strumming the sensitive clitty, the cock banging deeper inside her sweet body, and the older, wicked man enjoying her body without hesitation. An orgasm of unimaginable proportions was coursing through her veins, her body jumping like mad, her skin flecked with goose bumps as Julian fucked his penetrating-self deeper with each stroke, water shooting in all directions against the bath walls and shower door.
Suddenly, his cock evacuated the sweet, snug pussy. Grasping her shoulder, Julian turned Starr, whispering over the rushing water, “Kneel, my sweet fuck.”
Obediently, Starr went to her knees, watching his magnificent cock bouncing like a tree branch in a storm. She whimpered, watching the head bobbing before her eyes. A hand grasped her head, and she found herself nose-to-tip with the hard-on bouncing obscenely. Instinctively, her mouth opened, and Starr inhaled Julian’s fuckstick, swallowing him to the root. Her nose rested on the cropped crotch hairs, inhaling the fresh scent of her just-fucked cunt on the pubes.
A gagging motion and she swallowed the prick as far down her throat as possible. Julian was thrilled she had little to no gag reflex, and was consuming him like this was the last cock she’d ever suck. Her head bobbed up and down the length, her lips a perfect ‘O’ closing around the whole girth. She was watching his cock moving, the pubic hairs tickling her nose, making her whimper and slobber in delight.
“Goddamn Starr”, he moaned. “You’re such a sweet cocksucker! Ohhhh fuck you’re so damned good!”
A buck of his hips and Julian could feel the exodus of cum slipping from the tip and jetting out over her face, making the gorgeous woman sticky. Starr was greedily gobbling the stream of hot jism floating in mid-air, the droplets catching on her cheeks and lips, touching her in all directions, making her shiver in delight. Her tongue ran over her teeth, bringing in, slurping down all the thick ropey cum that her hungry mouth could catch.
Julian stroked, grasped and pummeled his cockstick as hard as possible, fucking his own fist, wringing every drop out of himself and leaving nothing inside the vein of his body. He could feel the sensitivity like needles on his head, the bits of stickiness lingering, drip-drip-dripping down his shaft and onto her eager tongue. Starr was lapping him up like a woman dying of sexual thirst. She had every drop he could offer needing to be sated as quickly as possible.
Taking her skull in his hand, Julian pushed on the back of her head, bringing her down onto the cum-covered fist and fuckstick. His breath was short and fast as she closed the gap, licking and slurping all the man-juices she could gather down her mouth and over her palette. He was amazingly pleased at how adept she was to sucking cock and drinking cum.
“Oooooooh FUCK Starr! That was goddamned incredible!”
She looked up, her nose planted on the root of his cock, her eyes wide and smiling, her mouth a perfect circle on his dick, licking him inside her wet, lingering mouth.
Eyes fluttering, Starr knew he was her thrall, and vice-versa. She never spoke, just continued licking the sensitive head and drinking everything he could give her, pumping her face deeper onto the shaft, swallowing his saltiness and slurping the last of his cum, even before he could move her head back and forth in his hands.
