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This
is a work of fiction, loosely based on the real person, Russell Crowe. No
insult or injury is intended, this story is for entertainment purposes only. This story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains explicit sexual situations and adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.
Fantasy by: Darrin Lee Hutton ©01/2003 Scenario:
So
naturally I stop at the gas station, stopping in front of the radiator water dispenser, conveniently located adjacent to the pump
he's using. I make a great show of my ass whilst undoing the cap and filling the radiator with (albeit unnecessary) water. Oh, oopsie
poopsie, did I just lose control of the hose and douse myself with water? Awww, too bad. Looking pointedly at him, I thoroughly wet
the T-Shirt I'm wearing, revealing my "girls" to his ravenous eyes.
At this point I notice a bulge in the crotch of his jeans that cannot be ignored. Of course, being an evil little shit, I spray the hose
in his direction, revealing his "charms". Spluttering vague
curses at me, he purposefully hangs up the gas pump, marches over to me and stares into my eyes, unable to decide between anger and lust.
The
compromise is him reaching behind me, slamming down the hood of my car and leaning me back on top of it. I
can hardly believe it. Russell Crowe, Lord of Lust, in a position I’d
only been able to fantasize about up to this moment. And now here he is,
breathing heavily and with such a look in his eyes that I feel myself ramped up
to a climax without so much as a “How d’ya do?”. But he’s still
pissed. “What
did you do that for, luv?” I hear in that voice something that makes me
feel a liquid heat spread through my loins. “Because
I felt like it, Russell,” I reply, jauntily, sticking my chin out in defiance. “So
you do know who I am.” I
can’t reply. His eyes search mine, daring me to retort, and I can’t
think of a single clever line to give him. The smart-ass in me has fled
with the look he’s giving me and I can only pant lightly as I feel the rest of
my conscious mind fucking off for parts unknown. “Nothin’
ta say, luv? Not so cocky now, eh?” I
gather what’s left of my wits and feeling half-armed in this sudden battle of
wills, I speak in a low voice I hope doesn’t quake. “You’ve got
enough cock for the both of us, I should think.” He
laughs, smiling that smile and I know I’m forgiven. But there’s
something more. “Well,
luv, I think we both know how I’m feeling.” To emphasize, as if I
needed him to, he rubs his jeans-clad hard-on into my groin. “How cocky
do ya wanna be? Shall we give these blokes a show?” “I’m
game,” I squeak, ready to cum at his command, fuck, I’m ready to cum,
period. He
reaches down and runs his hand up my thighs. I secretly bless the wardrobe
fairies that insisted I wear my black leather miniskirt that morning. But
I have the last laugh. For the laundry fairies had insisted on my going
commando. The quick raise of eyebrows over those deliciously hooded eyes
that go intensely dark when he realizes my state, is priceless. “Luv,
you’re not wearing any knickers,” he whispers huskily. “I
know. Ain’t it cool?” “Actually,
it’s pretty fuckin’ hot. And wet. Fuck, baby, do I really turn
you on this fucking much?” “You
have no idea.” “I’m
catchin’ on pretty quick.” He pulls me in for a kiss as he undoes his
fly and before I know it I’ve got his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my
cunt, both pistoning in and out of me slickly. I groan and whimper as he
fucks me hard against the cherry-red hood of my car. “Baby, you’re so
fucking hot, I can’t get enough of you,” I hear his hoarse whisper in my ear
as he leaves off kissing me to catch his breath. “Will you cum for me
now?” And
just hearing the words forces my climax into full control of my body. I
scream out a flood of curses as I spasm my hips into his, unable to stop.
That apparently sets him off and the two of us are practically howling as he
cums with me. He’s
still hard moments later, but pulls himself out and draws up his jeans that have
fallen to his ankles. He drags me up to him from the hood and leans in
close to my ear. I hear two words that make my heart beat harder than it
had during our heated fuck in front of God and everybody. “Follow
me.” Two
weeks later we emerge from the cabin he had rented for us in the middle of
Bum-Fuck Egypt. We watch a glorious sunset. He looks at me and I
stare into those eyes. Go
back to reality? Nah, not so much…
THE END
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