Chapter 840 I Am NOT A Porn Star. I'm A B-Movie Actress. ['Someone' Sponsored]

'Someone' Special - Bonus Chapter

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Once his orgasm was well and truly over, he began untying her.

"Bastard," Xania cursed. However, the way she said it showed she was much more pleased than angry. In fact, she was practically over the moon. She'd never had an orgasm like that, not even in her other recent experiences with Alan.

He pretended confusion. "What? Oh, you're upset I didn't leave a tip. Don't worry, that's just 'cos we don't have the tip jar out yet. I'll put my quarter in later. You were definitely worth it. Heck, I might even put in two!" He finished untying her as she squirmed to get free.

Xania had just enough energy left to reach out and slap his upper arm. She said quietly, "You motherfucker! You BASTARD! Enough of you and your tip jar. As if! It's bad enough that you let Suzanne's husband watch the whole thing. Look. He's STILL there. Sorry, Eric, the show's over. Don't stick around unless you want to watch the next show: a young man getting murdered as soon as he finishes untying these ropes. Grrr!"

It was starting to get warm, so they lay out in the sun and recovered.

"You like saying 'grrr' and 'bastard' a lot, don't you?" he teased.

"Around you I do," she grumbled. "And speaking of bastards, I hope I don't have one in the oven right now. You forgot to pull out this time, you dummy. The pill isn't 100 percent effective, you know."

She found the idea of getting knocked up pretty hot. She wasn't interested in getting pregnant, but somehow it was thrilling in an alternate universe possibility just the same. Earlier, she'd mentioned to him in a vague way that she was using birth control, but she hoped he'd forgotten that.

He had forgotten, and he assumed that the protection issue had completely slipped his mind yet again. He grimaced, feeling honestly abashed. "Oops."

"'Oops?' You could be a daddy now, and all you say is 'Oops?' You're a hopeless case... Although, I have to admit that it felt pretty good having your hot, fertile seed splash inside me."

He thought, Oh, man! It's like I'm playing Russian roulette here. Are the fates still smiling on me?

They were exhausted, almost too tired to talk. However, he repositioned so they could look at each other's faces. He wrapped his arms around her and held her.

She really appreciated that, and she wrapped her arms around him too. Damn! That was TOO intense! I nearly had a heart attack! And everyone's STILL looking at me, I'll bet. I can't believe what a stud this kid is. He makes me see stars!

She rested her head against his chest. After another minute or so, she asked shyly, "So... Are you going to spank me, for real? I tried hard not to cum, but I couldn't help myself!" She lifted her head up so she could give him her best sad puppy dog look.

He hadn't intended to spank her, but he was tempted to do so after all. But then he realized time was probably running out to get ready for school. Besides, their climaxes had drained their bodies and left them practically destroyed. Clearly, the moment had passed.

Nevertheless, he said, "That depends. Are you still going to be here when I get back from school?"

"Not if you're going to spank me! Jesus! But honestly, I have to get back home long before then."

"Damn. Then I guess you're going to get away scot-free this time. I still owe you one though. Two, technically."

"I know." She leaned her head against his chest again and happily caressed his chest. Mmmm! That was great! Probably the best fuck I ever had! EVER! But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let this cocky bastard know just how much he rocked my world. Mmmm... Even the idea of sticking around and getting spanked later doesn't sound bad, since I'm sure he'd fuck me again at some point. I wish I could...

She said, "I can't believe I'm just sitting here, letting Eric stare at me. I must really be a 'kinky slut.'" She could feel Alan's cum slowly oozing out of her slit, and she liked that too.

"Wow," he said after another pause. "I got some good use out of that rope. By the way, did I mention that the silhouette you see up there isn't really Mr. Pestridge?"

Xania rolled to the side so she could look where he was lying next to her, and raised a questioning eyebrow. She didn't know what to believe anymore.

He sat up, reached into the bag full of vibrators lying nearby, and pulled out Susan's cell phone. He dialed a number. "Hi. Aims? ... How you doing? ... Thanks again for doing the big favor. Xania got a kick out of it. Give us a kiss and a wave."

Xania was very chagrined as she sat up and saw Amy wave from the window. She was struck speechless. Oh... NO! It can't be! Amy?! MOTHERFUCKER!

She turned to Alan and glared at him with narrowed, angry eyes. "You evil little bastard! You really are a bastard this time. You had me going! I mean, Suzanne's husband! I was worried for her. You BASTARD!"

She turned and slapped him on the cheek, with some actual force.

But even though she was genuinely angry, she was also extremely relieved. She realized she'd been pranked, but she'd been on both ends of pranks in her life many times (especially in her wild college years) and knew to be a good sport about it. So she launched a tickle attack on him.

He fought back until they both called a truce and had to rest from all the laughter. They both ended up lying on the ground.

"God, I love it here," she said aloud, no longer caring that she was outside and buck naked. "Kiddo, you really know how to have a good time and spread the joy. No wonder all the women flock to you. Speaking of which, let's take care of this Glory situation. Let me finish explaining before you have to eat and shower. What a bizarre morning!"

He said, "You think this is bizarre? What, you think fucking a naked and tied up beauty in my own back yard while my girlfriend watches from one window and my mother and sister watch from another qualifies as bizarre? That's practically normal for me lately. I gotta warn you though, what just happened was pretty extraordinary even by recent Plummer house standards. I don't know how I'm going to top this in future sex sessions with you, so please don't expect that."

She said cheekily, "Oh, so you're just assuming now that you're going to keep fucking me?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"You're such a cocky motherfucker! Literally in both cases, although the second one is still technically unfulfilled."

He ran a hand across her tummy, and playfully poked a finger in her belly button. "Well, am I?"

"Are you what?"

"Am I going to keep fucking you?"

She closed her eyes. "Don't even make me say it. You know the answer."

He grinned at that. He ran his hand down to her pussy. He knew they were both too wiped out for any more sexual fooling around, but he just possessively ran his fingers over her slit and down her rivulets of cum, as if reaffirming his ownership.

She felt a thrill race up and down her spine. Dammit! This fucking teenager is going to ruin me for all other guys, if he keeps this up.

After a pause, she added, "And don't worry, I understand it won't always be like this. Pretending you have a neighbor watching only works once, for starters, and don't think I don't know what you were doing with that little trick. Somehow, I'm confident we'll have a good time, even when it's not nearly this intense."

He sat up on an elbow so he could look down at her. "We will. You inspire me." He ran his hand back up to her taut tummy and rested it there.

She smiled contentedly and placed one of her hands on top of his.

He said, "But speaking of 'intense,' that brings me to another issue. I hesitate to call these 'problems' because they don't compare to people with real problems, but damn, my life is beyond bizarre. I'm having a hard time dealing with just, well, all the totally surreal bizarreness I experience every day. My life used to be so completely nerdy and normal."

"Tiger?"

Alan lifted his head up and saw that Susan was standing over him. She was still wearing her skimpy and tight clothes that covered little more than a typical bikini would. He could smell her distinctive aroused musky pussy smell, and he saw a big wet spot on her panties, so he knew she'd been doing a lot of masturbating. "Hi, Mom."

Susan smiled down at him and said, "Did you have a good fuck with your latest conquest?"

"I did."

Susan said a big smugly, "But of course you did. Sorry to disturb you two lovebirds, but you really need to get moving, for school." She finally looked to Xania. "I'm sorry, but there won't be any time for him to spank you this morning."

Xania did a double take. "You heard that?!"

Susan smiled knowingly. "I heard a lot of things, and so did my Angel. Remember, we were standing just outside for most of it, and not that far away." She looked down at Alan, in particular his flaccid penis covered in Xania's cum. "Son, have I told you lately how proud I am of you?"

He smiled lovingly at her. "Actually, you have."

"Well, I'm saying it again. Let's get a move on, okay? And Xania, we have a tradition around here of licking Tiger's cock and balls completely clean after each of his orgasms. Isn't that 'when in Rome' rule still in effect?" With that, she quickly walked back to the house.

Xania watched Susan's barely covered ass cheeks rise and fall as she walked away. Hot damn! I wish I was Alan. I'd be fucking everyone here non-stop, which is pretty much what he's doing. And I thought the women were beautiful in Hollywood, but Orange County is where it's at!

He said, "So, I was saying about things being intense..."

Xania decided not to clean his privates, in order to maintain at least a shred of dignity. She replied, "Unfortunately, that and the other issues will have to wait for another day. Like your mother said, you've got to get ready. Unfortunately, I really will be gone by the time you get back from school as well. Seeing how you're NOT keeping me tied up on the front lawn, that is." She gave him a stare that showed her adamant refusal to consider the idea.

He grinned and nodded. He was happy there was even a part of her that had to confirm he wasn't going to do that.

With visible relief, she continued, "But don't worry, I'll be back here soon enough, or you can come visit my place. I suppose I have to see what other kind of sordid and troublesome mischief you can get up to. I'm certainly not going to miss the next poker party! Assuming I'm invited."

He leered, "Oh, you are." He ran his hand back down to her wet slit and idly slid a finger up and down it.

She shivered again. He's gonna fuck me so hard and long at the next party that his cum will even leak out of my ears! And in front of all his other women, no doubt! I'll be walking funny for the whole next week!

God dammit, this all feels so good. Too good. What's going to happen to me? What if I keep coming back here for more, and eventually turn into someone like Brenda? I heard her tell Susan during one of the breaks last night how she'd bought a new fancy French maid outfit that looked fairly normal in front but completely exposed her ass in back. And hearing Brenda and Susan get so excited talking about wearing it in front of him made me almost wish I would be wearing something like that.

She pictured herself standing in front of a mirror in the French maid outfit Brenda had described. She imagined herself blushing and nervous, hoping against hope that she'd please Alan.

Then she shuddered. That's not me! I'm not submissive. I'm not exactly a dom either, but I've pretty much always had the upper hand in my relationships, be it with men or women. I don't know if I could handle the general submissive attitude around here. It's curiously infectious!

After a long pause to ponder those thoughts, she said, "And then there's the phone and e-mail. We need to arrange this whole Sean weekend on the phone anyway. Oh, and for the last time, I am NOT a porn star. I'm a B-movie actress. Can you remember that?"

"Nope. Wow. I just fucked a real porn star."

She rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation, but she grinned at his impudence as well.

She said, "I know we're running out of time, but before we go inside where there will be all kinds of distractions, like me finish telling you about how you should use a vibrator on Glory."

"Okay. But please, make it quick."

Xania peeked into the bag of vibrators he'd produced. She pulled out a bent pink one. "Ah, yes, the Televibe. This is the one I mentioned to you earlier. Have you ever played around with it?"

"Nope. Most of the stuff in the bag belongs to Aunt Suzy. I've never even seen that one before."

"I mentioned it to you after I saw it earlier. This one can do all kinds of special things. It's perfect for your Glory-taming needs." She paused and snickered, "'Your Glory-taming needs.' I can't believe I just said that. You're corrupting me, kid."

She dug through the bag of vibrators and pulled something else out that looked more like a blue box. "Ah, good. The controller is here too. Anyway, let me quickly explain. It'll just take a couple of minutes."

She spent the next few minutes explaining how Alan should use the Televibe. Then she and Alan went inside to eat breakfast.