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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Angelina Jolie

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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 20 - Angelina Jolie
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)

*** 

I sat across from Angelina Jolie in my office. Angelina 
was wearing a white "wife beater" t-shirt and a pair of 
tattered blue jeans as she stared at me with a sort of 
dissident gaze, absentmindedly flicking the ash from her 
cigarette onto the carpet of my just-cleaned carpets. I 
didn't want to bring up the issue of not being able to 
smoke in an office building in California, I had bigger 
fish to fry.

I rested my head on my hand as I sat in my chair across 
from her in my wooden desk. We had been sitting like this 
for about five minutes, ever since she had walked in, sat 
down and looked at me. She looked like a spoiled child, 
her over-puffed lips stuck almost in a permanent pout. 
With a sigh, I decided to break the ice.

"You know why you are here Angelina, because of the 
request of the United Nations," I said to her. Angelina 
just nodded - though she had been my client for the past 
three months (she had come to my firm when her husband 
Billy Bob also signed with us), I had hardly spoken to 
her. She was so hot right now that I really didn't even 
have to try and sell her, so any project that wanted her 
as the lead got faxed to her mansion. If she liked it, 
she took the script. Otherwise, I never saw it again.

But the reason she was here today was different. Since 
being named the UN Goodwill Ambassador in August, 
Angelina had moved from the silver screen to the world of 
politics - there was quiet murmuring and whispers of 
disapproval that someone who was known to be as 
promiscuous, openly sexual and a bad example for some 
kids with her vices, would be chosen as a "goodwill" 
ambassador. The more conservative countries had made 
enough of a stink about it that the UN had called my 
office and asked that I "work with Angelina to make her 
more presentable for the world". And while I thought that 
the whole position was just a figurehead, I figured that 
this kind of free, good publicity only comes along once 
in a great while, so I might as well make the most of it. 
I had brought Angelina in to ask her how she felt about 
an etiquette or manners class. Hence, the pouty 
expression.

"I know that we haven't exactly become chums since you 
joined the firm," I said, "But the UN holds some of the 
biggest political weight in the world, and politics 
eventually trickle down to Hollywood. That Oscar may be 
hot right now, but if you piss off the wrong people then 
you may find yourself back making movies like 'Hackers'," 

"Fine. If you want me to stop smoking, I will. I'll get 
away from acting so sexually aggressive in public, even 
though it really is no big deal, and I'll quell those 
rumors about me and my brother by not appearing with him 
in public anymore. But I am NOT going to a fucking 
manners class," Angelina said, stubbing the cigarette out 
on the fabric armrest of the chair.

I winced a little, knowing how expensive that chair would 
be to get re-upholstered, but shifted my attention back 
to the problem at hand.

"Look Angelina, you don't have a choice here. As your 
agent and friend I will NOT let you squander away the 
chance for some incredible PR for helping the UN. Think 
about it on the trailers - 'Oscar Winner and Humanitarian 
Ambassador Angelina Jolie'. What could be better than 
that? It shows you are a great actress AND you care about 
people," I said, trying not to come off as sounding too 
crass. The truth was, without abiding by the UN's 
request, Angelina may become in effect blacklisted from 
Hollywood. This wasn't about any marquee display, it was 
about her career. Unfortunately I couldn't tell her all 
this or else she would think I was a nut.

"I'll think about it Dean, that's all I will say," 
Angelina said, getting up to go. "I've got lunch with 
Billy Bob right now, so I have to go. Give me a call 
later about it,"

I watched her go and went ahead and made the decision for 
her, calling up all the manners schools in Los Angeles 
and asking their recommendations on what to do with 
someone as notoriously wild as Angelina. I finally 
decided on a resort style manner school way out near San 
Pedro that was not only isolated but highly recommended 
by even the other company's competition.
	
I heard later that week from them that, after they placed 
a call to Angelina's house to confirm her arrival time, 
she had gotten into a vicious shouting match with the 
woman on the phone, but had eventually caved in and 
agreed to attend the classes. I breathed a sigh of relief 
and quietly mused at my desk about my new "title" - Dean 
Simonds, agent to the Ambassador. I liked the sound of 
that  :)

But things didn't go exactly as I had planned - the 
school Angelina was attending, called Proper Woman 
Academy, said that Angelina had been asked to leave not 
even two weeks into the training. When pressed for 
details, the obviously shy woman on the other end of the 
phone made up some excuse about having to go and cut our 
conversation short. As I hung up the phone, I was puzzled 
as to what could have POSSIBLY caused a school known for 
it's commitment to "refining ladies" to kick Angelina 
out. I decided to hear it straight from the source, so I 
got Angelina to come in the next day.


Unlike before when she had been resentful and arrogant 
towards the idea of being taught anything (don't think 
this was just one of Angelina's traits...it happens in 
almost all of my clients, sadly), now she had an heir of 
a disenchanted child about her; that is, she acted like 
she KNEW that the manners classes were good for her but 
that she was too proud to admit to it.

Angelina took a seat in the same chair she had sat in a 
few weeks earlier and folded her arms across her chest, 
her breasts resting gently on the crooks of her arm. 
Angelina wore just a light gray men's work shirt 
underneath a thick and heavy leather jacket, and a pair 
of black form fitting dress pants, of which the outfit 
blurred and obscured her renowned curves and numerous 
tattoos.

"So what happened? How did you get kicked out?" I asked 
her, my hands folded on the desk in front of me. I felt 
like I was her father, lecturing her about doing poorly 
in school. "Angelina, could you answer my question 
please?" I asked again.

Rather than responding, she just looked around my office. 
After a few seconds, she got up from the chair and began 
walking around the room, oblivious to me completely. I 
was now getting a little angry.

"Look Angelina, you may be a big star but when you are in 
this office, you are just another client and you need to 
answer my questions. WHY did you get kicked out of that 
school" I asked, now standing up from the chair, for what 
reason I don't know (perhaps my anger made me rise).

Angelina continued walking around the room slowly, 
running her long fingers over anything that caught her 
eye. I saw she was paying very close attention to my wall 
of photos, most of which had been of my father with 
various stars from the 60s to the late 90s. She spoke at 
last though.

"I got caught fucking Billy Bob on school grounds," 
Angelina said nonchalantly, her back turned to me.

I was almost dumbfounded, although I don't why I was - I 
should have seen this coming. I tried to think of what to 
say in response to that.

"Well...I'm sure that, now that I know that, if I call 
the CEO of the school, Mrs...uh, Robbins, we can sort 
this thing out," I said, confident in my solving of the 
problem.

"I don't know...we were doing the fucking on top of her 
desk," Angelina said, this time turning to look at me in 
the eyes as she spoke from across the room. My throat had 
gone dry as the image of Angelina bent over a desk not 
unlike the one in front of me, getting slammed hard from 
behind, filled my thoughts.

"Oh," I said dryly. "Well, what did you do when she 
walked in?" I asked.

"She joined us. You know, for a woman who spends so much 
time around sexually aggressive women, you'd think she 
would know how to eat pussy better!" Angelina said 
exasperatedly, like having sex in the middle of some 
strange woman's office on your agent's dime was an every 
day occurrence. Of course, with Angelina, I never knew.

She was now standing in front of the desk now, her palms 
flat on the desktop and her narrow ass arched high behind 
her. Her long brown hair, in a ponytail when she walked 
in, now hung over her left shoulder softly as she stared 
at me.

That added bit of information had made it even harder for 
me to concentrate on the situation. I suddenly realized 
that I had a quite large erection and that Angelina was 
probably staring right at it. Embarrassed a little, I sat 
back down in my chair.

"Ok Angelina but," I started to say, but was cut off. 
Angelina now sat on the desk halfway, her gorgeous ass 
half on and half off the desk, her long nails clinking on 
the laminated wood top of the desk as she sat in thought.

"Look Dean, let's be honest about some things right off 
the bat. You don't like me very much do you?" Angelina 
asked.

"Now Angelina, I didn't say that. I just thought..." I 
said before being cut off again.

"Let's keep these answers simple alright? Yes or no. I 
know how you agents like to go off on these long-winded 
speeches. So just answer me, yes or no" Angelina said.

"But.." I stammered, but Angelina had put a finger to her 
lips and motioned for me to follow her instructions. I 
felt like I was playing a game now with an adolescent 
child, but I knew in reality that if Angelina was 
anything besides an actress, it was that of a sexual 
huntress. I knew I had to tread lightly through these 
questions if I wanted to get anywhere.

"No, I don't, not really. But that's just your person-" I 
said, but Angelina shushed me. It suddenly dawned on me 
that Angelina and my eyes had been locked for I don't 
know how long, and that she was leaning closer to me.

"That's fine. I know not everyone in the world is going 
to like me, but in our case we need to work something 
out," Angelina said. "Now, even though you don't like me, 
do you find me attractive?"

"Yes," I blurted out, regretting that I was thinking with 
my head rather than the head with my BRAIN in it.

"Good. As do I with you. Now an even more important 
question: Would you fuck me?" Angelina asked. Her bee-
stung lips were now just a few inches from mine as she 
leaned down on the desk. It suddenly hit me - I was being 
seduced. But to what end?

I hesitated for a moment before replying, trying to map 
out every scenario for where this was going. Choosing 
what I thought was a safe road, I answered:

"Well, yes I'd like to but the whole issue with your 
husband, Mr. Billy Bob Thornton seems to be a bit of a 
roadblock. Besides, you only fuck him right? That's what 
you've been telling all the magazines," I said, confident 
in my reply to the question.

Angelina began laughing at my question loudly, a rather 
throaty and deep laugh. She seemed to get a real kick out 
of something I said.

After calming down, but still giggling, she said: "Boy 
you really WERE wet under the ears when you took over 
this firm weren't you? That whole 'I only fuck Billy Bob' 
thing was an idea created by YOUR father one night while 
he was fucking the shit out of me in the back of that car 
you drive, that BMW whatever,"

"So then you don't just sleep with Billy Bob?" I asked, 
my confidence in keeping my relative monogamy with 
Natalie Portman now growing weaker every day.

"Oh, I do sleep with Billy Bob a lot. He's a great fuck, 
that's why I married him. But if you think someone like 
me is going to be satisfied with one man, you are 
horribly mistaken. That reputation I have in Hollywood 
didn't just appear out of thin air. Although I do think a 
lot of it came from that one producer who I wouldn't let 
cum in my pussy. What was his name again?" Angelina 
pondered wistfully. The absurdity of this conversation 
was increasing with every passing word.

"And Billy Bob knows about all this? He doesn't mind and 
actually takes part in it?" I asked.

"Oh yea. He loves watching me with another girl. And I 
get off on knowing he's there, waiting to fuck me when we 
get home after I'm done fucking a total stranger. But he 
REALLY loves it when I fuck another guy. We have this 
whole charade we put on, where he acts like the surprised 
husband who comes in and catches us. He gets all pissed 
off at the guy and threatens to shoot his balls off but 
then I 'magically' calm him down and Billy Bob joins in," 
Angelina said. "I don't know, it's some kind of power 
trip thing. But I have to admit that we put on a pretty 
fucking good show. Oscar caliber stuff for sure,"

"I find your sex life to be oh-so fascinating Angelina, 
but what does that have to do with you getting kicked out 
of that school and why you are now just a few inches away 
from me on my desk?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. 
My hands rested on the arm rests and were a little sweaty 
from the raw sexual tension and energy that seemed to 
emanate from Angelina's body. She was a sex kitten, 
without a doubt.

"Well, the school thing was just a misunderstanding. You 
can probably fix that - Billy had just brought me some 
lunch to eat since he had the day off and one things led 
to another," Angelina replied. 

"You on the other hand," she said, taking my tie in her 
hand "are a different issue. I know we don't get along 
real well and in fact hardly see eye to eye on anything. 
But I think that for both of our sakes and our working 
relationship," she said, leaning so close I could feel 
her warm breath on my upper lip "you should fuck the 
living shit out of me,"

With a sudden movement, Angelina shot her hand down to my 
crotch, that had become incredibly hard in the past few 
minutes. Still, I was trying to come to grips with this 
relative insanity - I knew first hand that mixing sex 
with a working relationship (my psycho ex-assistant 
Julie) was NOT a good idea.

"So how about it Dean? I'll let you do whatever you 
want," she purred, her tongue dragging on the word 
"whatever".

"So if we fuck, that will make things better between us 
and we will get along. That's your brilliant idea?" I 
asked. I was incredibly turned on by this whole thing and 
getting more so by the minute as Angelina's hand began 
moving slowly up and down my shaft as she squeezed and 
fondled my balls through my pants. The idea had a very 
kinky allure to it, being able to compete (so to speak) 
for dominance by the sheer power of fucking.

Angelina didn't reply to my question, she just very, 
very, very slowly nodded her head, a sexy "come hither" 
smile on her face.

Leaning in to kiss me, we were interrupted by a buzz on 
the speaker phone: "Dean, you've got a call from Warner 
Brothers on line 3. You want me to take a message?"

"No Damon, I'll get it. Thanks," I replied, looking at 
Angelina.

"Who was that on the speaker phone? He sounded sexy," 
Angelina said, now sitting on the edge of the desk with 
her legs dangling in front of my crotch.

"That was Damon, my assistant," I replied. 

Angelina connected the name with a face and her eyes lit 
up "Ooo, call him in here. Then we can really have some 
fun," she said.

"No. I have to take this phone call. I'll talk to you 
later about your...idea. Now, if you will excuse me," I 
said. Angelina looked a little hurt but I really did need 
to talk to Warner Brothers. They wanted a new show for 
Shannon Doherty now that she was off 'Charmed' and wanted 
me to try and work something out. I glanced at Angelina 
as she sat on the desk, looking pouty again.

I motioned for her to leave, but it was to no avail. She 
mouthed 'I'm not leaving till I get what I want'. I was 
getting a little angry as I tried to carry on a 
conversation with them.

"No, I agree completely. I think that if Shannon had 
complete creative control of the show, she wouldn't get 
into any more fights or trouble. Besides, it would give 
her something to do besides pick up trash on the 
freeway," I said jokingly. Angelina had hopped off the 
desk now but had dropped to her knees on the floor. With 
considerable strength, she parted my legs and went 
straight for the zipper on my slacks.

I tried to resist her and still not let on to the WB that 
my attention was not fully on what they were saying but 
Angelina had basically already won. She had darted a hand 
inside my zipper as soon as it was down and was fishing 
around for my cock, trying to pull it out from the 
zipper. I glanced down at her as I watched her struggle 
with the clasp and gave her an exasperated look as I 
undid the top button of my pants. If she was hell bent on 
giving me a blowjob, at least I could make sure she 
didn't rip my balls off in the process.

My pants sliding free, Angelina pulled my hard prick and 
dangled it in front of her mouth.

"Yummy...I always like appetizers before the main 
course," she said. And like a lightning bolt, her mouth 
engulfed my cock.

To say that it felt good inside of her mouth would be the 
most drastic understatement in history. There was 
something amazing inside Angelina's mouth and whether it 
was a natural ability, lots of experience or maybe even 
those puffy lips of hers, she knew how to give a blow 
job. 

Her mouth warm and wet, like a sauna with suction, felt 
incredible around my cock. I had almost shot my load when 
she had wrapped her lips around me, but managed to 
control myself (a technique that I had been taught just a 
few weeks earlier by Lucy Liu and Zhang Ziyi) and delay 
orgasm. Angelina's lips bobbed up and down on my shaft, 
the skin moving in time with her lips and she sucked and 
licked greedily like a popsicle. 

I suddenly realized that I hadn't said anything in the 
phone for at least 2 minutes, but was saved by the fact 
that they were still talking about what an idiot Aaron 
Spelling was. "Uh-huh," I said into the mouthpiece, 
trying to keep my breath from sounding too labored.

Angelina removed her mouth from my cock but lifted it up 
to lick it on the underside, mimicking something a porn 
star would do, as she ran her fingers over my balls, 
tickling and teasing them as they hung below my purple 
headed shaft. Angelina popped my meat back in her mouth 
and went back to work sucking me off. She had managed to 
work her way under the desk so that if anyone walked in, 
they wouldn't have the slightest idea what we were up to 
(although I think the heavy sweat on my brow would have 
been a dead giveaway).

I tried to focus my attention back to the phone. "Yes 
sir, go on. I think we are headed in the right 
direction," I gasped into the phone, still hoping I 
wasn't too obvious. My hands, which had been fidgeting on 
top of the desk and moving around to try and keep myself 
occupied, now acted on instinct and moved down, gripping 
Angelina's head in my palms and moving her head up and 
down on my crotch while I held the phone against my ear 
with my shoulder. 

Angelina really knew how to give a blowjob, as every time 
her tongue would touch my sensitive cock, it felt like a 
spark of electricity shot from her mouth and onto my 
prick, charging it up and bringing about the most intense 
pleasure. She seemed to sense that I was close to 
cumming, so she began sucking hard on my prick, waiting 
for my load to come.

I felt my balls tense up and then explode my load in a 
torrential flood of semen, shooting it straight into her 
mouth and down her throat. I had to bite my lip to keep 
from groaning too loud into the phone while Warner 
Brothers talked. As I felt my orgasm subsiding, Angelina 
removed her mouth from my prick and licked a little 
droplet that sat perfectly on top of my head clean, 
leaving my prick still hard though. Angelina climbed out 
from under my desk and wiped her mouth with her little 
pinky, smearing the remaining cum onto her tongue.

Reaching into the purse she had left in the chair, she 
pulled out a piece of paper and scrawled something on it 
for a moment before folding it up and putting it on my 
desk in front of me. She mouthed out the words "Call me" 
and then walked out of the room. I managed to regain 
myself and finish the conversation, but not before I read 
Angelina's note:

"My house, 9 PM. Fun & a surprise. Bring that big cock of 
yours and let's have fun!"

Folding it up and smiling to myself, I wondered for the 
rest of the day what the surprise would be.

*
	
I showed up that evening dressed casually, changing 
before leaving the office. It was a hot fall night in LA, 
the smog from the business day had seeped in through the 
hills and left everything muggy and suffocating. Still, 
Angelina's house up on the beach had a refreshing sea 
breeze blowing in which sort of counteracted it. Ringing 
the doorbell, I was more than a little surprised to see 
Angelina standing there when she greeted me.

Dressed in tight leather pants that were slit up the 
side, revealing her beautiful legs and completely crotch-
less in the front, it was quite a surprise to be sure. 
There was a faint wafer of the smell of her already wet 
pussy as she opened the door hitting my nostrils as she 
greeted me. All that she wore on her chest to cover her 
quite luscious breasts was a fishnet halter top that 
allowed her nipples to protrude from the flimsy material. 
Angelina's long brown hair hung over one shoulder and she 
looked at me sexily as she opened the door.

"Hello Dean, come in. I'll take you to your surprise in a 
minute if you will follow me," Angelina said, turning 
away. 

"Geez, I hope you don't greet the Girl Scouts dressed 
like that," I joked, although the joke fell flat in the 
sexual tension I could feel building around us as we 
walked further into the house. Angelina's ass was also 
completely exposed in the back and her firm ass cheeks 
jiggled a little bit as she walked.

The beach house was nice, with high ceilings and a wide 
window giving a beautiful view of the beach from where 
the house rested on a hilltop. Pointing out the window as 
we walked, Angelina remarked:

"Billy Bob and I watch out that window there. When he 
sees a guy or a girl he would like to see me with, I run 
down there and grab them up. It doesn't take too much 
effort usually, especially with the guys. But the girls, 
I love doing it with the girls...gives me a challenge by 
having to seduce them. You wouldn't BELIEVE the types of 
people we've brought back up here," Angelina said.

I felt the bulge in my pants get bigger as we walked, 
hearing Angelina talk about the sheer slutiness of her 
behavior. I knew she had a sexual reputation in 
Hollywood, but some how having her confirm it to me made 
her "slut" image seem that much more alluring. She was 
like the bad girl that all men dream about fucking, only 
she happened to be a world famous actress and Oscar 
winner.

Turning around to talk to me as she walked backwards, 
Angelina spoke again.

"Tell me Dean, with all the Hollywood pussy you and I 
have shared, and trust me I think we have a lot of 
partners in common, who was your favorite?" Angelina 
said, walking backwards as she talked.

"Geez, I don't know. I don't do that whole gossip thing. 
They are all great girls and great lays...hey, does my 
reputation precede me THAT much?" I asked.

"Well, you know us girls. We love to talk. Especially 
when we get fucked nice and hard. It's only natural that 
it would come back to me, don't you think? You do have to 
tell me though if any of them have been giving out my 
little bedroom secrets. Have they?" Angelina replied. She 
was leading me upstairs now, presumably to her bedroom.

"I'm not sure what you mean, they all seem to be pretty 
talented on their own accounts," I said.

"Oh, bullshit. Most of the girls that I know that you 
have slept with were practically nuns before I met them. 
You know that thing where they squeeze your cock with 
their tight little pussies? Yea, that's not really a 
talent you are born with," Angelina said.

I was a little taken aback that she taught them that, but 
given all the other sexual boasting she had done, little 
was surprising me really right now.

"Really? Huh, I never would have guessed it," I replied.

"Yep. I'm still teaching them quite regularly so you 
never know what we will do to you next," Angelina said 
with a devilish grin. "Here, climb on the bed for me and 
lean against the head rest,"

I did as I was told and Angelina climbed on next to me, 
reaching over to start taking off my clothes. Her nipples 
hung just a few inches from my face as she leaned over to 
unbutton my shirt and I darted my tongue out, trying to 
get at them.

"Easy there tiger, not yet. We are doing things MY way, 
which means nice and slow at first and then long and 
hopefully very, very hard later," Angelina said. When she 
had stripped me naked, she reached behind the pillow I 
was laying on and produced a pair of handcuffs. 

"Hey now, make sure you have a key for those," I grinned 
as Angelina tied my hands behind my head. Angelina didn't 
reply, but climbed off the bed and removed her shirt.

"I'll be RIGHT back," Angelina said, walking out of the 
room. Her leather pants swished as she walked, her legs 
brushing against each other.

A few minutes later, Angelina returned, guest in tow. In 
beside her walked a blindfolded girl of about 19 or 20. 
She was wearing a very skimpy bikini and my dick twitched 
a little as Angelina brought her into the light. The girl 
was simply gorgeous, with perfectly bronze (not over 
tanned at all) skin and a few small freckles on her nose 
and cheeks. Her breasts were a large B cup or so and her 
ass and waste were as skinny as any woman I had ever 
seen.

"Dean, this is Karin. Karin, say hello to Dean," Angelina 
said, rubbing her hands on Karin's arms and up towards 
her breasts.

"Hi," Karin said quietly. I saw that she looked to be a 
little nervous, not being able to see me and unsure of 
what was going to happen.

"Karin here has never been with a woman before. In fact, 
she claims that she has only had sex twice. Isn't that 
right Karin?" Angelina said, slapping Karin's ass gently 
with her hand. The girl jumped a little but laughed 
nervously. "Ye..yes"

"I found her laying on the beach today all by her 
lonesome and brought her back here just for the special 
occasion of you coming over tonight Dean," Angelina said. 
"But there is a catch to all this that I think we will 
all enjoy. Since I like to be in charge when it comes to 
sex, I'm going to set the rules.

"First off, Dean. You are going to be chained there and 
be forced to watch, so that by the time Karin and I 
finish, you will be so hot and filled with animal lust 
you will almost be able to rip those handcuffs off 
through the metal, your desire to fuck us both being the 
only thing on your mind. And Karin...why, you are in for 
a real treat my delicious little girl. I will introduce 
you to the pleasures of being with a woman...all while 
you remain blindfolded," Angelina said.

"But...Ms. Johnson," Karin said. Angelina winked at me: 
she hadn't even let the girl know who she was! "I...I 
don't know if I'm ready to try something like that,"

"Oh, relax Karin. By the time I'm done with you, you will 
be so skilled at sex with women that you will be able to 
go back to your sorority and get even more recruits for 
my bisexual revolution!" Angelina said, pulling Karin 
close to her and speaking softly in front of her lips. 
Karin giggled a little as Angelina took her hand, pulling 
her towards the bed.

Karin climbed on gently and Angelina led her over so that 
she was sitting right next to me. I could smell the 
suntan lotion and the scent of her womanly musk of 
excitement as she sat by me, just inches from my immobile 
body, her heat radiating onto me.

Without saying another word, Angelina scooted herself up 
next to Karin and embraced her once again, this time 
slipping her tongue delicately into Karin's mouth. At 
first the girl seemed to resist a little, but then she 
responded quite passionately, forcing her own tongue into 
Angelina's mouth. Angelina glanced over at me and reached 
out, giving my painfully hard dick a little squeeze. I 
gasped involuntarily at this, feeling myself become 
extremely horny at this display.

Angelina removed her hand from me and reached around 
Karin's back, untying her bikini top and pulling it free, 
letting it drop to the bed. Karin's breasts sprang free, 
with no hint of a tan line (I guess Angelina had found 
her sunbathing topless) on her tits. Karin's nipples were 
hard and protruding straight forward almost like erasers 
as she forced herself forward onto Angelina. 

Still wearing her fishnet top, Angelina began to roam her 
hands all over Karin's body, rubbing and squeezing the 
girl's nipples. Karin broke the kiss and sighed a little 
as her breathing became hot and heavy. She sat 
complacently, breathing hard as Angelina moved her mouth 
to Karin's nipples, giving them a loving lick.

Moving her tongue down to Karin's navel, Angelina planted 
small kisses on her tummy, dry, soft kisses that were the 
epitome of erotic. Karin's hands had not been innocent in 
all this either though, as her hands moved around and 
found Angelina's ass, squeezing and kneading it as 
Angelina dropped to her hands and knees as she moved 
further down the girls body.

I was thrashing around hard on the bed now, rocking it 
around as I tried to get some kind of contact on my dick 
in this very hot lesbian action. But Angelina had put the 
handcuffs on tight, so I was pretty much immobile.

Her tongue now slowly sliding towards Karin's skimpy 
bikini bottoms, Angelina pulled the fabric aside with her 
teeth. Karin seemed to pull back a little, unsure of if 
she wanted to cross this threshold.

"Ms. Johnson...I'm not sure if I..." Karin whispered.

"Shhh...just trust me Karin. You've got such a beautiful 
young pussy, I want to make sure it gets the kind of 
treatment that it deserves. Who knows how to please a 
woman better than another woman?" Angelina said to her, 
kissing the inside of Karin's thighs. The girl seemed to 
relax a little and let Angelina do whatever she wanted.

Laying her down gently on the bed next to me, Karin's 
side and arms rested against me. The blindfold over her 
eyes had so far managed to hold as the girls head rested 
on the pillow next to my own. Her short, shoulder length 
blond hair splayed out around her head as she bit her 
lip, nervous but excited at what was to come.

Angelina slowly slid her hand up Karin's stomach, rubbing 
her pussy with her elbow as she parted Karin's legs 
gently, leaving them open in a spread-eagle position. 
Rubbing her stomach, Angelina moved her long fingers down 
to the girl's cunt, rubbing the thin strip of hair with 
her palm, causing Karin to gasp in pleasure.

Lowering her own mouth to right above Karin's pussy, 
Angelina began to blow gently on the lips, causing Karin 
to giggle a little as she moved back and forth on the 
bed, brushing her tits against my chest. Her eyes never 
leaving my own, Angelina put her mouth over the girl's 
pussy and began to lap at it like a dog.

Karin's body bounced up on the bed as she moaned 
erotically, experiencing the feelings of sex with another 
woman for the first time.

"Oooo, Ms. Johnson I...UGHH!!" Karin said. Angelina held 
the girls legs down as she licked at her opening the 
girl's pussy like a delicate flower. I saw Angelina's 
tongue lick her own lips seductively as she sucked on 
Karin's clit.

It didn't take but a few minutes of this for Karin to 
orgasm, a panting, throaty moan escaping from her pursed 
lips as Angelina brought her to climax. Her chest still 
heaving, Angelina climbed from between the young girls 
legs and onto the bed. Spreading her own legs wide, 
Angelina climbed into the 69 position and went back to 
work at Karin's cunt.

Angelina's own pussy slowly descended over Karin's mouth, 
moving around rhythmically as she teased it right above 
Karin's panting lips.

"Now Karin, I want to see how good your pussy eating 
skills are for an amateur. Do whatever comes naturally," 
Angelina said, between licks at the girl's cunt. With 
that, Angelina lowered her pussy onto Karin's mouth. 
Karin pulled her mouth shut at first, but as she got used 
to the pungent, sweet odor of Angelina's dripping wet 
cunt, Karin slowly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue 
out tentatively.

After moving it around in various directions at first, 
Karin's pink little tongue finally found Angelina's own 
pink little cunt and she started to lick it slowly, one 
lick at a time.

"Yea girl, that's it. Keep it up! Give it to me faster!" 
Angelina moaned. Encouraged by her words, Karin smiled 
and became more assertive, lifting her head from the 
pillow as she pushed her tongue deeper into Angelina's 
cunt. It wasn't long before Karin got the hang of it, 
albeit a little clumsily, and she moved her hands onto 
Angelina's ass, opening up her legs wider so that she 
could get a better taste.

Karin moaned again as Angelina brought her to her second 
orgasm of the night. Angelina meanwhile was swaying her 
legs around Karin's head, squeezing a little as the girl 
licked now faster and faster at Angelina's sweet juice. 
Lifting her head up from in between Karin's legs, 
Angelina rocked back and now sat almost totally on 
Karin's face while the girl licked.

Squeezing her legs tightly around Karin's head, Angelina 
began to orgasm "Yes! Do it! Lick my cunt! See, you are a 
little pussy loving slut aren't you! Get ready for your 
first taste of woman juice because here it comes!" 
Angelina cried.

Karin's face was flooded with Angelina's juices, coating 
her lips and cute little freckles with sweet pussy 
liquid, some of it even soaking into Karin's blindfold. 
Rolling off of Karin, Angelina collapsed beside her on 
the bed. I was about to blow my load after watching such 
a hot site, but Angelina had other plans.

"Can I take off my blindfold now Ms. Johnson?" Karin 
panted, wiping Angelina's juice from her face and onto 
the bed.

"No, not yet. We still have Dean over here to take care 
of," Angelina replied. "How about it Dean, which one of 
us would you like to fuck first?"

"I don't care, just give me one of you girls hot pussies 
and I will be able to die happy!" I grunted, realizing 
that Angelina had been right about the animal lust taking 
over.

"Hmmm...just what I like to hear. I've been dying to ride 
that cock since we first met. And this will of course, 
resolve any differences of opinion we might have, right?" 
Angelina said, reaching her arm over and stroking my 
chest.

"Yes, yes, whatever, just let me get off!" I replied, 
thrusting my hips off the bed.

"Karin, if you would be so obliged, guide me onto Mister 
ahh...Johnson's cock here," Angelina said.

"Is he your husband?" Karin asked, sitting up on the bed 
and rubbing herself against Angelina like a playful 
little kitten.

"Something like that," Angelina said, winking again at 
me. With a little help, Angelina was able to lead Karin 
over to me and position herself right above my cock. 

"That's it girl, now slowly ease me onto it. He's got a 9 
inch prick so it won't take long for me to hit it. Then, 
after he shoots his first load into my hot pussy, you can 
have a ride," Angelina said.

"Oh boy!" Karin said, holding onto Angelina's hips as she 
held her over me. I couldn't use my hands to hold my cock 
up straight, but Angelina's soft hands had already taken 
care of that for me. Though not too experienced at sex, 
Karin certainly knew how to tease a man as she slowly 
(agonizingly slow) let Angelina drop onto my prick. Inch 
by inch, I disappeared into Angelina's wetness. 

Her pussy wasn't tight, so much as it was wet and warm 
and oh so nice. Her clit rubbed against me as she 
descended my shaft, and Angelina panted a little as my 
full girth slowly entered her. I felt my balls rest 
between her ass and felt the heaven that I'm sure quite a 
few other people had felt as well. With every up and down 
thrust, Angelina's body seemed to move in a graceful, 
catlike motion. As bizarre as it sounds, while having sex 
Angelina became like the most graceful ballerina, her 
body swaying and moving in rhythm.

Angelina must have grown tired of being lowered up and 
down on my cock, so she decided to rotate me around (no 
easy task while handcuffed) so that SHE lay on the bed 
and I was thrusting into her in a semi-missionary style, 
moving around as much as the cuffs would let me. Being 
handcuffed was both frustrating and highly erotic, 
because it forced me to consider alternate ways of making 
love to Angelina.

Karin had climbed onto the bed next to Angelina and was 
licking her nipples tenderly as I fucked in and out of 
Angelina's dripping wet snatch, her legs wrapped around 
my waist and our bodies rocking together as I supported 
myself with my knees, hunched over at an angle.

I felt my load arrive and forced myself as deep as 
possible into Angelina as I unleashed inside of her, 
coating her cunt with my juice. Angelina moaned loudly as 
she came a few seconds later, both of us panting for 
breath when we were done. I pulled out from her and laid 
face down on the bed, rotating myself around so that I 
laid on my back.

"Wow, that was great Dean. And I see you still have some 
stamina for Karin here. I saw her twitching with 
excitement as she listened to us while we fucked so I bet 
she is more than ready," Angelina said. 

Indeed, Karin looked MORE than ready. At Angelina's mere 
mention of her name, Karin had shot straight up on the 
bed and was feeling around blindly in front of her, 
trying to find where the action was.

"Oh Ms. Johnson, you have no idea! I want it soooo bad!" 
Karin moaned as she forced her hand between her legs and 
began to rub her cunt. Angelina smiled at me.

"Very well Karin, and as a special treat, I'll even take 
off your blindfold," Angelina said. The girl giggled a 
little and sat perfectly still as Angelina crawled over 
to her and reached behind the girl's head, untying the 
tight knot and letting the blindfold slip off her face 
down her neck.

Karin opened her eyes - a beautiful sky blue hue that 
sparkled vibrantly as she looked around and adjusted to 
the light. She scoped out the room and looked at us 
laying there on the bed. Angelina was reclining next to 
me, rubbing her hand up and down my chest as I watched 
Karin take it all in.

At first she didn't seem to know who Angelina was, or if 
she did she ignored it. But then she did a double take 
and looked back at Angelina's beautiful, naked body and a 
look of puzzlement came over her face.

"Ms. Johnson, has anyone ever told you that you look a 
lot like..." Karin said, before Angelina cut her off.

"Angelina Jolie? Yes. Because I AM Angelina Jolie," 
Angelina said with a wicked smile. She moved her hand out 
and rubbed Karin's smooth thigh.

"But, I thought you said...so I just had sex 
with...woah!" Karin said. I couldn't tell if she was 
happy or upset or what, but she didn't seem to resist as 
Angelina's hand moved up her thigh and she started 
stroking her pussy. "And who is this guy?" Karin asked, 
pointing at me.

"This is Dean. He's my agent, and one of the best fucks 
I've had in a while. You are more than welcome to try him 
out if you want, he's not going anywhere," Angelina 
chuckled. Karin grinned widely and moved over towards me. 
I didn't say a word as she took my cock in her hand and 
began stroking it back to it's full length. Karin lowered 
her mouth slowly and gave my prick a few licks, wetting 
it a little. She got on her hands and knees and spun 
around backwards, lowering her ass and pussy towards my 
girth.

Angelina pulled open Karin's ass cheeks as the girl 
slipped the head of my dick into her pussy. We both 
gasped a little - she was incredibly tight, and I could 
barely fit the head of my cock inside of her opening 
without stretching her pussy lips widely.

Slowly though, Karin adjusted to the feeling and inch by 
inch I disappeared inside of her. Within a few minutes, 
she was riding me "cowgirl" style with ease. Compared to 
Angelina's pussy, Karin's a challenge. I like a tight 
cunt as much as the next guy, but TOO tight is almost 
painful to fuck. Luckily, Karin's pussy lubricated itself 
pretty well as we fucked (not to mention Angelina's 
tongue licking Karin's clit as often as she could). My 
arms were growing incredibly tired now, having to use my 
whole lower body to control my fucking.

Sensing this, Angelina unlocked the handcuffs on my wrist 
and I fell back onto the bed with a thud. I caught my 
breath for a moment, my dick still buried deep inside of 
Karin, and I moved my hands up to her waist so that I 
could feel her body.

Sliding my hands up her stomach, I cupped Karin's breasts 
in my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze - I had been 
thinking they were fake when I first saw them, but now 
that I felt them they felt real and very natural. Teasing 
her nipples with my thumbs, I rubbed her breasts as she 
bounced on top of me. Able to sit up now, I pulled her 
back to me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her 
tight as my dick moved slowly in and out of her.

Angelina moved in front of Karin and we sandwiched her, 
Angelina sliding her tongue back into Karin's warm, wet 
mouth as the two girls made out on top of me. Seeing 
Angelina's full, beautiful lips pressed against the 
flawless, innocent face of Karin was too much, and I felt 
my balls tense up once more, shooting stream after stream 
into Karin's ultra tight cunt.

*

The remainder of the night was spent drinking and talking 
and most importantly, fucking. Angelina taught Karin 
everything she knew about making love to both a woman and 
a man (for which I was a more than willing volunteer). 
Around 5 AM or so, the girls crashed and fell asleep, so 
I decided to sneak out. I left Angelina a note, just like 
she had done for me:

Angelina: 

Thank you for such a wonderful ice breaker. Do whatever 
you want, I don't think there is much I can do to stop 
you. Give me a call, let's do lunch sometime.


Smiling, I set it on the bedside table next to Angelina's 
collection of vibrators and body oils (that's a whole 
other story...) and slipped quietly out of the house, 
into my car. The echo of the waves filling the early 
morning air, Angelina had been right - a little sex can 
go a long way to creating a good, working relationship. I 
knew that it was something I would have to try in the 
future with ALL my clients...


CHAPTER 21: Ashley Judd


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