Whenever long, shiny limousines glide by me on the crowded streets of Los Angeles, I wonder who is riding inside those flashy, streamlined cars. What kind of golden lives do they lead in the secret darkness of Californian nights? What goes on in those seductively private interiors? Not long ago I had an experience in a limo that, in part, answered these questions and proved to be wilder than any fantasy.
I’m a 23 year old actress who’s always cast as an ing nue, the perennial virgin, because of my long blonde hair and baby face. But even Hollywood would be shocked if it knew the real me. Had they filmed my first limousine ride, I could have made the silver screen sizzle.
I had just begun dating a well known rock star. I’ll call him John. For our second date, John invited me to a rock concert and suggested we make it an extra fun evening by renting a limousine. Neither of us had any idea how much extra fun this extravagance would be!
The limousine that arrived to take us to the concert would have pleased even Cinderella. It was a polished, dark maroon “stretch,” an extra long model with every luxury you can imagine: Moon roof, red velvet interior, full bar with crystal decanters and glasses, stereo and TV. Most important, the windows were tinted black so that no one outside could see in. And there was a soundproof velvet partition that we could raise or lower electrically to separate us from the chauffeur.
I celebrated the special occasion by wearing a new lilac outfit with a flowing skirt so sheer that the outlines of my long legs were visible up to my lacy bikini panties underneath. The backless top was extremely low cut in front as well, and it draped revealingly over my large, firm breasts. I looked and felt like a starlet.
I felt as if I were in a Hollywood movie when my rock star walked me out to the waiting limousine and the chauffeur obligingly opened its heavy doors. I couldn’t help but notice that Rick, as his name turned out to be, cast an appreciative glance as I dipped into the back seat. John slid in beside me and we sped off into the night, toasting to the adventure ahead.
The concert was so much fun! We spent most of our time backstage carousing with the various record executives, celebrities and band members. I couldn’t stop staring at John, though, who stayed close by my side. It turned me on to look at him and think of the hot, deep kisses we had shared on our first date a few days earlier. I knew I couldn’t wait much longer to fuck the daylights out of him.
John must have had similar thoughts, because he wanted to leave the concert as soon as it was over. We piled back into our luxury car, and Rick swiftly maneuvered the limo through traffic. The moonlit beach seemed the ideal follow up spot, so John told Rick to head for Santa Monica, and then raised the partition.
The cab of the limo was softly lit, like the seduction chamber of a miniature bordello. John slipped his strong arm around my shoulder and nuzzled my neck as the magical mood began to envelop us. I answered his first tentative kiss with an open, hungry mouth, and he responded with a series of deep, plunging kisses. His tongue alternated between exploring the edges of my lips, biting and teasing, and darting inside my mouth.
John’s hand slid up under the loose folds of material comprising the outfit’s top and began to fondle my breasts. Lightly he traced the perimeters of my soft, lax nipples, pinpointing my attention immediately. My nipples tightened and sent a coded impulse down my spine to my cunt. Already my juices were flowing, and we hadn’t traveled a mile yet! I lifted my top higher, exposing my milky white breasts with their delicate pink rosebuds, which were now standing erect, as hard and tempting as sugar candy. John’s eyes opened wide, and he took each of the nipples, one after the other, into his succulent mouth. His hard sucking made my head swirl as my pussy continued to melt in heated anticipation.
I rolled over on top of John and straddled one of his thighs, feeling his sinewy leg press against my damp panties. I wriggled around until I was no longer sitting on my skirt, but had only my lacy bikinis rubbing directly on his tight jeans. The roughness of the two materials chafing against my engorged clit produced an electric sensation. I was dying for the cool touch of John’s hand, but wouldn’t allow it yet, as I had another pleasure in mind.
Earlier I’d noticed two looped cloth handles, one hanging directly beside the ceiling light above the passenger door on either side of the car. I gave John a promising kiss and winked. At the same time, I slipped between his legs onto the carpeted floor and removed his shoes. Then I lifted his left leg and carefully placed his foot in the long loop, using it like a stirrup. I did the same with his right leg, which had to stretch far and wide to reach the loop on the opposite side. But this athletic stretch was obviously not too uncomfortable for John, who gazed down at me with a mixed expression of disbelief and lust. Bondage in velvet!
My face was eye level with his hard, bulging cock, which strained against the zipper of his pants like a caged tiger waiting to escape. I undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipped his fly, following the opening trail downward with my slick, dancing tongue. I gently lifted John’s throbbing cock from its hiding place, lovingly caressing it like a newfound treasure. John raised himself up a bit and I slid his pants down as far as his widespread legs would allow.
I kissed the nest of dark pubic hair surrounding his erection and kneaded the well developed, supple ass resting in my upturned palms. I slowly moved down further and explored the musky dampness of his warm balls with my wildly flicking tongue, taking them one at a time in my mouth, then easing them both in together. His cock was throbbing with frustration and, even in the dim light, I could see a glistening drop of semen forming on its swollen purple head. I couldn’t wait any longer and traced a slippery line up the long shaft with my eager tongue. I licked and kissed and teased its mushroom shaped top, anticipating the moment when I could take the whole thing into my watering mouth with one swooping dive.
John was writhing and gasping, trying with great effort to postpone his orgasm. I gradually worked all of him into my drooling mouth, moistening each delicious inch as it slipped past my devouring lips. I sucked his rock hard shaft, swirling my tongue around the engorged veins and firm, fleshy tip. My cunt was sopping wet with ecstasy at the sight and taste of John’s sumptuous organ.
I pulled back slightly and rubbed John’s cock, which was dripping with my own saliva, all over the contours of my face I lapped at it hungrily as it passed within reach of my mouth. Then I knelt forward and cupped my breasts on either side of the gleaming cock, moving up and down its length and enjoying the fantastic feeling of being fucked between my two bobbing tits.
John suddenly couldn’t take any more tantalizing and pushed my head back down hard onto his cock until my lips and teeth were nearly pressed against its very base. I had the whole shaft in my mouth, the sensitive tip in so deep that it had forced its way down into the silky softness of my throat. With his weight anchored in the looped stirrups, John pumped fiercely as I sucked the whole length of his great cock and stroked his taut, heavy balls with my hand. His member stiffened and quivered in the final moment as he let out a strained cry and convulsed in a huge, all consuming orgasm. Thick, hot spurts of come hit the back of my throat and flooded my mouth. Swallowing the entire load of syrupy come, I sucked his cock dry and gradually let the softening cock slide out of my mouth.
John collapsed back in the seat and kicked one foot free of its stirrup. I helped him unhook the other just as the car came to a crunching halt on the loose gravel of a dark, deserted parking lot. The chauffeur’s buzzer rang, and Rick informed us we had arrived at the beach.
John was too spent to go for a stroll, so I lowered the closest window, inviting in the smell of the night beach air and the roaring ocean. Then John watched as I fingered myself to an explosive orgasm, my ecstatic cries becoming one with the crashing waves.
When it was all over, I knew this wouldn’t be our last ride with Rick!
Name and address withheld