A Star Returns 🤍 1.9.2

In which Ava makes an entrance

“I notice you didn’t speak up,” she says. “We have Charlotte’s blessing. What about yours?”

“Charlotte loves you. I love Charlotte. So, I’ve got some love for you.”

“You avoided my question,” she says, walking towards me.

“Well, ever since I saw your first music video, I’ve been DTF. That hasn’t changed, even when you switched from country star to pop star.”

She rolls her eyes and smiles as she reaches me and stops three feet short. “You know I shot that when I was seventeen.”

I shrug. “I was eighteen. And you looked twenty-one. Also, we’ve already fucked, so you know my position.”

“So, now what?” she asks.

“Now you take off your top and blow me,” I say calmly.

Her jaw drops. “Oh, really?” she asks with a short laugh.

“Really.”

She looks at me, assessing. “You know,” she says, “I get whatever I want, wherever I go. People just give me things. A lot of times, I don’t even have to ask.”

There is not a trace of boasting in her voice. She’s simply relaying a fact she has observed.

“I’ve gotten pretty good at telling when people want something from me in exchange for what they’re giving, or even in absence of offering anything in return.” She turns and walks to the coat rack, shrugging off her wrap. “But you,” she says, “you have a sweet, smart, gorgeous girlfriend who apparently lives on a steady diet of your sugar and yours alone. You don’t want anything from me at all.”

I remain leaning against the door frame and offer no comment.

She walks back to the couch and untucks her silvery blouse carefully, undoing the buttons as she speaks. “That’s new. I don’t really understand what you two have, but I can tell it’s worth having.” She rolls up her sleeves and pulls the shirt open, turning to me and putting her hands on her hips. “If something is worth having, then I want it.”

Her figure looks fantastic in a black lacy bra, pushing her breasts up and together to create cleavage that makes my dick double in size immediately. She grins as she sees me staring and walks towards me.

“This is all you get,” she says. “Just a peek.”

I smirk, and shake my head, looking down at the floor and back up to meet her eyes. “Whenever pop stars are going to blow me, I make sure they’re topless first. House rules.”

Her eyes flash. She’s testing me. “And if I refuse?”

“Well,” I say, “I’m sure there’s something on TV. And you still haven’t asked.”

She narrows her eyes and shrugs her blouse off. “Alright, mister,” she says, and drops the blouse on the floor. “I’m asking you to take this bra off of me.”

She is a mere foot away, so I reach out and undo the front clasp on her bra. Her tits sway apart and I brush the straps off her shoulders. She straightens her arms behind her briefly so the bra slides to the floor, pushing her breasts towards me for a split second. Her nipples look so luscious and desirable that I nearly lose control and latch onto one of them right then and there.

“Anything else?” I ask with the last traces of my self control melting away.

She goes wide-eyed and innocent and slowly kneels down. “Oh, pretty please, won’t you pleeeease let me suck your cock?”

I groan as she parts my robe and takes hold of me with one hand. She opens her mouth and without preamble sticks the head inside and seals her lips, then starts jerking her head forward and back. I forgot that she’s a novice, and her technique is rough, and raw—but rough and raw have their place, and a blowjob from a gorgeous pop star is still a blowjob from a gorgeous pop star.

I have grown accustomed to Charlotte’s existentially mind-blowing blowjobs, so it’s an adjustment. Ava, like many newbies, tries to avoid slurping and smacking her lips, so things aren’t very wet. My cock isn’t fully hard yet, and her enthusiasm so early in the game borders on painful from time to time. But, like I said, at the end of the day, this is Ava Sinclair on her knees in front of me with my dick in her mouth. I get fully erect soon enough, and she starts licking my balls and stroking with one hand.

“Oh Ava,” I moan, “lick those nuts, baby.”

She does, eyes shut and tongue wide and flat like I taught her. Then she goes back to sucking my cock, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. Her cheeks are hollowed with some sucking pressure and she looks extremely attractive.

She’s stopped stroking my cock, and I realize I can guide this to make up for her lack of experience. I wrap one hand around the base of my cock and put the other gently on the back of her head. Her hands fly to my wrist but then drop down a moment later as she makes a choice.

“Shh, shh,” I murmur. “Good girl.”

I push her head down gently until her lips are at my hand and she allows it.

“Now lick the head in your mouth,” I say. “Actually suck on it.”

I feel her tongue start to move, bathing my cockhead in velvety warmth.

“That’s it,” I say. “Just like that.” I drop my hand from her head. She pulls back, sucking again as she goes so her lips draw out and drag along my cock. When just the tip is in her mouth she tickles the end with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh,” I gasp, and she smiles.

“It’s fun to watch you while I do it,” she says. “Charlotte always says giving up control is how you get control and I guess she’s right.”

“She’s always right,” I say with a grin.

Ava nods as she sucks my cockhead very slowly into her mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole way.

“Fuck,” I groan. I put my hand in her hair and push her down to my fist again. I feel her tongue working around the head as I just instructed her. I use my grip in her hair to start pulling her head up and pushing it back down in quick succession, keeping my hips steady instead of rocking them like usual, using her head to fuck my cock instead of fucking her face. She starts whimpering and moaning and makes no effort to change what I’m doing, instead relaxing into it. I find it incredibly erotic for some reason, maybe because she is letting me use her mouth this way, or maybe because I am in complete control. I see her tits bouncing and jiggling— Ava’s tits, I think, jiggling because I’m using her head to fuck my cock—and it slams me into overdrive. Suddenly I am about to cum and I hear Charlotte’s whisper from the Swiss chalet when Lucy Hawthorne was blowing me under the covers that night a few months ago: Don’t you dare fucking warn her, just fill her slutty mouth with your hot cum.

I grab a fistful of Ava’s hair and push her head down to my fist, which is still gripping the bottom half of my shaft. It’s only half my cock that goes in her mouth, so it doesn’t go down her throat. She grabs my hips, pulling me closer, and that pushes me over the edge and I bust right then and there. Muffled noises of surprise come from Ava as I hold her head in place and pump her mouth full of my seed. My balls constrict and my muscles flex over and over as cum rushes down my cock and into her waiting mouth. I watch her trying to swallow it all, not quite succeeding; as she does, some leaks out from around her lips and drips down her chin. My toes curl and my back arches as my climax passes, and I let go of her and my dick at the same time. She pops off and rocks back on her heels, and a trail of cum extends from her lips, breaks, and glides down onto her chest.

“Holy shit,” she says, spitting and letting more of it run down her chin onto her breasts. She looks down at herself, trying to catch her breath. “I had no idea giving head could be so hot!”

I lean back against the wall, breathing hard. I nod and smile.

“Look at this!” she says, gesturing to her boobs. “I’m a mess! I can’t even tell the difference between your cum and my own spit!”

“You look so sexy,” I say, half-walking, half-staggering to the couch and flopping down.

“I always thought this was degrading,” she says.

“I guess it could be. But there’s nothing degrading about surrendering to the moment and making someone feel good,” I say.

“I feel powerful,” she says, “I never thought giving up control could feel good.”

“It’s a funny thing,” I say. “I always wanted to feel safe by making sure I controlled every variable in life. And I did well, but I never felt truly safe.”

“Why not?” she asks, cocking her head.

“Because I was only safe from the things I could foresee. There are always outside forces influencing us. Things we inherently can’t control. So by trying to control my fears, I was actually letting my fears control me.”

“So trying to be in control means giving into fear?” she asks.

“I don’t know if that’s always true, but it’s been true for me.”

“And I have to surrender control to conquer fear?”

“In some cases, I think so, yeah,” I say. “I give up control to Charlotte and she gives up control to me so that we can live together and share a life. We still have our own lives, too.”

Ava shakes her head. “I don’t understand your sex life. How is that she’s fine with us fooling around down here? I’d be so jealous I would die.”

I shrug. “I can’t pretend to understand all of it. It’s one of the ways I trust her. Like I said before, I love her, and she loves you. She feels that we have enough to share, and she wants you to be happy the way that she’s happy.”

“Yeah, but... by... having sex with you?”

“In this case. I think she’s hoping you’ll see the light and find your own peace with it, and it will lead you to something that gives you as much peace as we’ve found.”

“I’d say I should just stop by once a week to borrow your dick, but I don’t think I’m good enough at sharing. What I want, I get it, and I keep it.”

She flashes me a smile, and its one of those looks that sets off a red flag in my mind. I make note of it to mention to Charlotte later. If she isn’t up on the landing listening and touching herself, that is.

“Speaking of what I want,” she says, getting on all fours and crawling towards me slowly. I watch her, brain switching into neutral as her boobs dangle and some cum drips off onto the floor. “I’d like to, ah... borrow your dick again, if I may.”

Ava crawls up to me, feline and lithe with her dancer’s agility, and I spread my knees. My cock is still at half-mast, having never really softened fully, and it begins to thicken in anticipation. She stands and makes a show of slipping her thumbs into her waistband and pulling down her pants and underwear in one go, bending at the waist and keeping her legs perfectly still as she slides them down, her hands touching the floor. Her pussy is already soft and swollen, and I extend a hand to touch it as she comes closer and straddles my lap. My fingers are instantly wet and slippery as I gently cup her vulva, sliding a finger between her labia and caressing her inner lips. She moans appreciatively and takes my cock between her index and middle finger to steady it and then lowers herself onto it, rock hard and ready to meet her.

I slip inside her, slowly on the first penetration, and then she raises herself slightly to adjust and I go all the way in. We both groan with the pleasure, and then I grab her tits and squeeze them hard. She puts her hands over mine and throws her head back, raising herself up, and I thrust up into her. Her thighs are thick, dancer’s thighs, strong muscle clad in smooth skin with a deliciously juicy ass behind. From the rise of her pubic bone to her belly and ribs, she is firm and supple in front of me. Her breasts rise, hanging free as I shift my hands to her hips for leverage, capped with their pink nipples and sloping up gently to her collarbone. Her neck is statuesque, leaned back as she is, tendons standing out softly as she shakes her hair back. Her form is immaculate, and looking at her I see why men have struggled and strove to carve the female form from ivory and marble since the dimmest ages past. The shape of her body moves something deep in my instinctual underpinnings, and as I thrust up, she comes down, and it becomes something animal. There is no deep love here, no bond being knit, but there is a lust, an earthy passion, that takes us both. She plants her hands on my shoulders and I lock mine onto her hips and we fuck. She drives herself down again and again, impaling herself on my manhood, and I meet her downward momentum with short, sharp upward thrusts that send her boobs bouncing right in front of my face. She driving towards an outcome, eyes shut, mouth open, using my cock as a means to an end. When I can tell she is close I grab one of her nipples and twist it, making her eyes fly open and triggering her orgasm.

“Oh, Jack!” she cries out in ecstasy, coming down hard on my cock with an irregular rhythm and shaking to a stop, shoulders hunched, my forehead on her breastbone in between her breasts. She wraps her arms around my head and holds me there as she shudders and grinds her cock-filled pussy against me, gasping her pleasure. “Fuck fuck FUCK!” At last she relaxes and I use the moment to catch my breath between her tits as she does the same.

Finally she leans back and looks at me. “Will you please fuck my brains out?”

I smile and whisper, “’Sir’.”

She nearly snarls and pounces on me, kissing me long and hard, and I kiss her back before grabbing her ass in both hands and leaning forward to stand. She squeals and wraps her legs around my hips. I lean back, balancing her on my cock, and then pull her off and spin her around, pushing her forward over the back of the couch.

“OH!” She takes the whole length of my cock in one go as I shove it into her from behind and start fucking her immediately. There’s no easy way for her to hold herself up and as I get going she’s being rocked hard enough that she gives up and just flops over the back of the couch cushions. She is up on her tiptoes, legs stretched out taut behind her, coming together at the point of our union, and something about her inability to keep herself upright gives me the impression that I really am fucking her brains out, and this ratchets me up to a level of almost insatiable lust as I ram her. We are animals now, I a sire and she my bitch, our only goal to satisfy our passions of the moment, with no thought for any moment outside of that one. Together we travel ten, twenty, fifty thousand years into the past. Only if we were on a bed of animal skins and straw could this be more elemental. I slap her ass with one hand and she moans. I spank her again.

“Harder,” she moans into the couch.

I don’t know if she means the spanking or the fucking so I err on the side of caution. I give her a real wallop, leaving a red handprint on her right ass cheek, and then I brace myself on the back of the couch with both hands and start jackhammering into her. She shrieks with pleasure, her cries echoing off the the vaulted ceilings of the living room as she screams my name again and again. My balls are slapping into her so hard that it actually starts to produce a dull ache but I don’t care. I’m past even that. I’m past wondering what she’ll think of the handprint on her ass in two hours when it hasn’t faded, I’m past wondering what Charlotte must be thinking as she listens to us down here rutting like wild beasts, and I’m even past wondering where and when I’m going to cum. Our bodies are hot and slippery with sweat, and I am operating on instinct when I reach forward and grab a handful of her hair to yank her head back, putting a hand around her throat and grabbing one of her tits from behind. I pinch her nipple and shove two fingers in her mouth and she sucks them wildly as I fuck her relentlessly. It’s the smallest thing that makes me cum, in the end. I’ve pulled her up and away from the couch and I see that she has a hand between her legs on her clit, and then she grabs my balls as they swing in and I watch as her eyes roll back and she cums again, and that’s when I lose it.

I slam my hips forward one more time, burying myself to the hilt, and let loose a roar of satisfaction as I ejaculate inside of her and she spasms against me. Shot after shot of seed pumps into her from my rigid cock until it starts to leak out around the edges.

Ava moans inarticulately in my arms and I lower her down to the couch and hold her by the shoulders as I give her a final few strokes with my cock to satisfy my urges. Exhausted, I step back from her and she doesn’t move at all. I see my red handprint on her ass, my cum leaking out of her quite copiously, and she looks over her shoulder at me and I see her sweaty hair plastered to her flushed face, her makeup ruined, before she collapses back over the couch, panting. I put my hands on my hips panting hard myself, feeling pretty good about my work, and then I grab my robe off the floor. I don’t even remember when it came off. I give Ava a playful, light slap on her other ass cheek and she lets out a little whimper.

“Gonna shower off,” I say, and pause.

She makes no reply.

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Nice pants. Can I talk you out of them?

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