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I am a sex addict.
Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. Yes, I know that most of the male species qualifies as sex addicts too. But however debatable it is to say sex addiction is a mental illness, I still fall under the parameters. It's only due to treatment and counseling that I can keep it under control -- and still enjoy sex without going overboard about it.
Maybe that's why my doctor thought of me when Jennifer Lawrence wanted to research sex addicts in October 2011.
She needed to do so because she was playing a sex addict in the movie "Silver Linings Playbook" -- which was set in my hometown of Philadelphia. Since they were filming in Philadelphia as well, she could get research material from Philadelphia doctors who treated sex addicts.
It just so happened that one of them was my doctor. And it just so happened that when she asked him to talk to a sex addict, he suggested me.
Now he had to know this wouldn't help me control my problem, per se. After all, he was setting me up to meet one of the most stunning young, new stars in the whole world.
He had to suspect I couldn't look at her without remembering her red dress at the Oscars, or her blue paint in X-Men: First Class, or her various photo shoots. Hell, if she wore anything that brought out her sexy curves, shapely ass, full chest and gorgeous face, I'd have to....go to the bathroom more than once during our meeting.
Nevertheless, he called me -- and nevertheless, I accepted. I let him give Jennifer my address, which gave me a full day to clean the house and myself up.
During that time, I decided that masturbating just twice before she got here was enough to clear my system. I even finished my second session 10 minutes before she arrived, which cleaned my pipes and gave me time to clear my head.
Now I'd already cum by thinking of her riding me, of her sweet tits bouncing in front of my face, of her tight ass slamming against my groin and of her pouty mouth being filled with my spurting cock. With that out of the way, I wouldn't have to do it again until she left. As long as I didn't think about it that way anymore.
Then there was a knock on the door. And then I answered it to see Jennifer Lawrence at my door, wearing a light coat, light blue shirt and form fitting jeans. To my credit, I noticed those for just a second before my eyes went back to her face, which contained a genuine smile and clear lovely green eyes. It was also framed by brown hair that used to be blonde, but didn't flow any less.
Well, maybe if I didn't 'visit the bathroom' until the middle of her visit, I could get away with it. I greeted her and introduced myself without checking out her chest, so that was a small opening win. Unlike her big and round....okay, not helping.
I guided Jennifer into the house, making sure not to stand behind her under any circumstances. However, she got ahead of me when she noticed something on my coffee table.
"Are you doing your own research, too?" she asked, as she held up my copy of the novel "Silver Linings Playbook" that the movie was based on.
"Oh. Um, I guess you could put it that way," I broke the ice. "I didn't get this because of you, though. It's about crazy Eagles fans, so as one myself, it was my civic duty to read it."
"So I'm researching two mental illnesses here," she commented, but in a joking manner as she sat on my couch.
"Well, the sex stuff is much easier to treat," I played along, since bagging on my sports teams was always a good distraction. "I've only seen one pro championship in my whole life, and that was three years ago! So the Eagles clearly aren't good doctors for me."
"They're not for Bradley, either, so you guys have that in common," Jennifer dropped, referring to "Sliver Linings" co-star and fellow Philadelphian Bradley Cooper.
"I'd take being Sexiest Man Alive with him more, but I guess I can't be picky," I digged.
Sharing my sports knowledge and misery with Jennifer helped me segway into my love of movies next. Of course I had to ask about her other big "Silver" co-star Robert de Niro, and I did it without trotting out an awful de Niro impression -- or trashing his last 15 years of movies. I even asked about the Oscars and waited a while until bringing up the red carpet and the red dress.
Thinking about it made my cock twitch a little, but not as much as it would have without having talked to her first. We hadn't talked about why she was actually here, yet she didn't seem to mind and wasn't in any hurry to get to work. All the gossip about her painted her as down to earth, approachable and free from any diva attitude, and for once, gossip was on the money.
Once I felt comfortable with her -- at least enough to sit on my recliner without crossing my legs -- I figured maybe we could do the actual work and get it out of the way. And maybe she wouldn't leave right away afterwards. "So, about sex addiction, then?" I set up.
"Right, that," Jennifer picked up on. "Okay, so my character uses sex to cope with being a widow. Is that how it works for you guys? Do you need some kind of trauma to make you addicts?"
"Some of my peers do," I recalled. "But I didn't need that extra help. I just liked sex too much to function sometimes, that's all."
"But you still got a lot of it?" Jennifer followed up. "You know how to seduce a lot of women?"
Okay, I probably had to tread carefully here. "I think it's more about me wearing them down over time. I like sex too much to give up easily, so that helps me sometimes. Not that I don't give up when they really want me to, I mean!" I clarified. "I'm not that....forceful."
"But others can be?" Jennifer wondered.
"Maybe, I'm not that sure. Truthfully, I spend too much time on me to compare notes with others. Especially the aggressive kind," I noted. "But your character's not that bad. At least in the book, anyway."
"She's not. I just want to get her tactics right, that's all," Jennifer clarified.
"Well, I'm not the most ideal source for that. Men and women pursue sex a lot differently. That probably applies to male and female sex addicts too," I theorized. "Honestly, you might be better off asking a female sex addict about this. I'm sure they've gotten around to diagnosing those by now."
"Maybe," Jennifer admitted. "But you guys are easier to find."
"It's not like we're impartial, though," I proposed. "You don't have to be a sex addict, or even an accurate sex addict, to turn us on. You just have to be an attractive woman. And since you're....well, you...."
I just stopped myself from going further on that train of thought. So I backtracked and added, "Anyway, it probably works in reverse, too. See an attractive man, think about doing him, let it drive you crazy enough to make it happen and there you go. Simple, really," I concluded while trying not to fall into that same trap.
"You're right, it does sound simple," Jennifer echoed. "And it'll work better for me because I'm....me?" she sadly didn't forget. "I'm not playing me in the movie, you know."
"No, but you'll still look like you, and that'll be plenty convincing," I stupidly let myself say out loud.
I didn't technically come on to her or say anything crude, so I hoped I wasn't making her uncomfortable. Me, on the other hand....but at least my cock wasn't really stirring yet.
Then Jennifer got up from the couch, standing still long enough to let me take in her enticing figure. I'd be at a full half-chub in no time at this rate.
"So this was all for nothing, then?" she said, which did get my mind off my erection somewhat. "It doesn't take anything special to be an accurate sex addict? I just have to like sex and look like me, and then I'd be believable?"
"Maybe....but I'd probably double check it with my doctor first," I tried to joke.
"I should be extra sure there's nothing more to it before I talk to him again," Jennifer replied. "Like....how good at it do I have to be?"
Hello, three-quarter chub, nice to feel you. Well, it will be if I can get some alone time. If that's even necessary, anyway.
"I know I don't have a big sex montage, or even big sex scenes with Bradley. But if I can't convey that I've had a lot of sex, and I'm addicted enough to get really good at it, it'll probably show on the screen. Then it'll throw the audience off," Jennifer reasoned.
"I don't think they'd nitpick that much," I tried to keep it light.
"Well, I have more respect for them than that," Jennifer explained. "I'm also too committed to this part to slack off. I have to get every aspect just right....whatever it takes. With whoever I can get to help me learn."
Now it was very necessary to cross my legs. But I did it before I remembered Jennifer could see me do it, and figure out why I did. "This isn't fair," I said when I could speak regularly. "I'm a sex addict, so getting me....worked up doesn't really count."
"You made it sound like I could do that to anyone, just by looking like me. So it doesn't matter that much," Jennifer threw back at me.
"Well, well....of course you could, you're Jennifer Lawrence! You're sexy as hell, you know that by now!" I yelled out in frustration as my pants got more uncomfortable. She wasn't even posing sexy or showing any extra skin, yet she was getting to me -- whether the addiction was to blame or not.
"So when sex addicts see someone 'sexy as hell', do they get extra.....aggressive, as you put it?" Jennifer questioned. "Do they just burst up and explode out of control when they can't take it? Do they just fuck then and there, or are they a bit more....thorough first?" she asked as she finally walked over to my recliner -- eyeing my pants as she made it easier for me to eye her chest.
"Do they last long, or do they just cum all over themselves before they even get to pussy?" That told me it was time to go to the next stage of her 'research.' Not that I was coherent enough to think of it that way now.
All I could do was turn my brain off, as I always did at times like this. But times like this never had Jennifer Lawrence checking out my cock before. With my higher brain functions off, it helped me reason that she needed a closer look.
I rapidly lowered my zipper, took off my belt and pulled my cock out while still sitting in my recliner. "It hasn't gone off yet," I showed her, but then I remembered there was another part to it. Before I knew it, I was grabbing onto her jeans and lowering her zipper, then I pulled her pants down to reveal purple, soaked underwear.
When I let myself touch the front of it, I noted, "Still not off yet," as I got to her pussy without cumming after all. But she grabbed my shaft and made a bunch of things harder for me.
"How about now?" she rhetorically asked, her sweet face and eyes eyeing my cock hungrily as her hand took its first pump. If I focused on all that, I would go off right away. The only way to distract myself was to keep busy -- and the best way was to feast on her before she could feast on me.
I pulled Jennifer's underwear down and dove into her as quick as possible. She groaned, but stayed on her feet and kept her hand on my shaft. I stayed in the recliner and held onto her hips, consuming myself with the taste of her pussy and the feel of her taut thighs. Sliding my hands over to feel her amazing ass didn't hurt either.
Jennifer's grip on my dick kind of hurt after a while, but it didn't throw me off. I slid my tongue in her pussy and swirled it all around, then rubbed my whole face against her crotch for good measure. I didn't think we were in official competition to see who could get each other off first, but I'd still need to do a lot to win.
Yet even as I nibbled and sucked on her clit, Jennifer's pumping, the sound of her moans and the smoothness of her skin were getting me closer. So I dug my tongue inside her even deeper -- which in turn made her grab my balls and jiggle them while rubbing the bottom of my shaft. Which really wasn't fighting fair.
However, my moans on her labia had to help her a little, as she pressed her crotch deeper onto my face. I couldn't do much but fuck her as fast as I could with my tongue, but then I got the idea to add two fingers in the mix. As they and my tongue started to share the load, Jennifer built my load up even further by rubbing her thumb on my tip and putting her other hand on my balls.
Squeezing my tip and rubbing my balls and taint was the final push Jennifer needed to push me over. I narrowly avoided biting her pussy as I started to cum, but I kept my fingers moving inside nonetheless. My other hand stayed on her ass and dug into her supple left cheek -- and combined with my fingers, it seemed to make Jennifer tremble.
Once I got my bearings straight, I added a third finger and wiggled all of them around at once, then jiggled her ass to drive it home. Within moments, she was releasing all over my hand like I surely released onto hers.
After she finished and I looked at my soaked hand, I looked down further to see her soaked hands still on my deflating cock. Jennifer finally pulled back and made me pull my hand out as well, then we held up our cum-covered hands together. She grabbed mine and seemed to rub our cum together, then she licked her hand and mine to taste the mixture -- and I couldn't help but follow her lead.
With our tongues having slightly fresh cum on them, we finally kissed and mixed that together as well. I leaned back on the recliner and let Jennifer take a well deserved seat on top of me, as our wet crotches rested on top of each other. After our wet tongues navigated through each other's mouths, we broke off and finally took a breath.
"And you made me think sex addicts weren't extra good at this," Jennifer reflected.
"It's not like we have special powers," I had to correct. "You don't need to be a sex addict to go nuts like that. You just need extra inspiration," I tried to subtly credit her.
"So you don't....get up again any faster?" Jennifer inquired.
"Like I said, we have no special powers," I pressed again. "We're like everyone else when we actually have sex. And like everyone else, it helps us to....keep busy while we get ready again," I hinted at while my hand went back on her ass and then under her shirt.
Jennifer felt the hint, settled onto my lap and then removed her shirt, revealing a blue bra pushing up her impressive cleavage. I resisted the urge to dive in right away and removed my own shirt to make us even. But it was a little hard to stay steady in a rocking recliner, so Jennifer finally got up, slid her pants off her ankles and helped slid mine down as well.
Now that I was naked and Jennifer was nearly there, I let her help me off the recliner and sat on the couch with her. I studied her seductive body and held her by the waist, laying her on her back and putting my face above her pussy. Instead of eating her out again, I kissed up her stomach, glided my tongue past her bellybutton and slid my hands up and down her waist.
Jennifer suddenly backed up and laid back against the arm rest, showing off her terrific chest before getting that bra off at long last. I gaped for just a moment before I went over and grabbed those free tits, then trapped them into my mouth one at a time. I deeply suckled her nipples for a while, then just kissed all around them for a bit longer before nibbling the underside of each breast.
"Oh....I see why you're addicted to this," Jennifer commented.
"I'm addicted to the good ones, that's for sure," I qualified, licking between her breasts and then pressing them together against my face. I buried myself between her full tits and felt my cock stirring again. Since it was near Jennifer's leg, she could feel it too.
"You know, I should show what I've learned so far," she teased, before putting her hands on my chest and shoving me backwards. I got myself to lay flat on the couch just as Jennifer laid on top of me, kissing my neck and slowly going down to my upper chest.
I let myself relax as Jennifer showed her supposedly new skills. Her tongue and lips covered my left nipple, and I just put my hand on the back of her head. I went back and forth between admiring her aroused face and checking out her ass and legs. But I focused on her face again when it drifted down my body.
Jennifer looked right up at me, letting me get lost in her beautiful eyes as their glare got ever more seductive. But I had to look away when her mouth engulfed my cock and I threw my head back. Once I recovered, I looked back into her eyes as her lips and tongue went down lower. She then popped off my cock, went down to bat her tongue against my balls for several seconds, then sucked them down noisily and wetly.
She only bathed them for a few seconds before popping off, then very slowly trailed up her tongue up my fully hard shaft. It teasingly licked around my head, before Jennifer suddenly sunk her mouth down my cock and briefly deep throated it. Just as quickly, she took my shaft out and blew on my wet cock and balls, which almost literally made me shiver.
"Yeah, that's good research," I barely got out.
"Just gotta do one more thing to make it perfect," Jennifer reasoned. After running down what we did so far, I realized there was indeed one thing left. It was just a matter of how to do it.
Jennifer made the decision for me by turning around and getting on all fours on the couch. To give her room, I backed up and got on my knees behind her. Her ass stuck out oh so wonderfully, but I put my fingers on her pussy instead. Once I rubbed it and made it a bit wetter, I felt safe to line my tip up against her opening.
I was more out of control when we first touched each other, although we didn't actually fuck. Now that we were about to, I should have gone blank again, but perhaps getting the first load out of the way helped me savor this more. As if the feel of Jennifer's pussy surrounding my cock wouldn't be unforgettable enough.
I did go blank for the first few seconds after I pushed in, yet Jennifer clenched around me and got me to snap out of it. I steadily went deeper and began to thrust back and forth, then Jennifer started to push back as well. We each went at our own pace until her ass collided against my groin, sending my cock all the way into her pussy.
With the setup out of the way, I went back to grabbing and jiggling her perfect ass as it gyrated against me. Somehow, I made myself stop to reach over and hold her swaying tits as I fucked her slower. I bent down and kissed her upper back and shoulder, with my nose eventually burying itself into her soft brown hair. But I was putting too much pressure on Jennifer, and soon her hands gave out -- leaving her lying right on her stomach with me crushing her on top.
Still, my body wasn't totally crushing her, although my hands were crushed under her tits. It wasn't so bad for me, however, and a wiggle from Jennifer indicated she was okay too. So I resumed fucking her while literally lying on top of her, as my head laid against her hair.
Eventually, I brought myself to get my hands free from under her, then her head turned and I leaned over to kiss her in response. My right hand grabbed her upper leg and hip, while my left went on the couch to keep me steady.
When our lips broke, Jennifer panted, "Oh fuck....I can't believe you want to get cured...."
"This sure isn't helping," I admitted.
"It's helping me, though," Jennifer confessed. "I know why she'd be addicted to a nice big cock....a hard fuck....cum down her throat....her tits manhandled....being someone's sexy slut...." she trailed off as she slammed back harder against me. "If someone normal could love it this much, imagine how someone crazy would feel!"
"I can," I mindlessly agreed, not caring that she kind of called me crazy. Yet we were both in the heat of the moment and would have been more sensitive otherwise. But once Jennifer unleashed those dirty words, we both couldn't help our language.
And it's gotta be real good to be addictive," Jennifer punctuated. "So fuck me good and show me how much you love it...."
"If it's for the movie," I joked, then I got up and let Jennifer roll over onto her back, before lying more comfortably on top of her and driving back inside.
With the both of us back into a missionary position, Jennifer wrapped her legs around me as my right hand cradled her face and my left rubbed her nipples. "Fuck me....oh fuck, you're on fire," Jennifer actually said with a straight -- albeit sex-consumed -- face.
I ignored the accidental Katniss Everdeen reference and kept making her hungry to fuck me. Her hips swiveled as I bent down to suck her tits again, while her hands went on my ass and even brushed my balls.
"Oh fucking...." I gasped out. "Don't make this end too soon. I can't go cold turkey now...."
Jennifer just responded by slowing her hips down a bit, so I slowed down in return. I kept thrusting into her, but paced myself as I let myself relax and catch my breath. I laid my head on Jennifer's chest, while my hands went back on her and felt up her hourglass figure. I brushed up to her tits, slid back down her hips to her ass and upper thighs, then went back and forth slipping fingers from each hand inside her.
"Yes....I'm rested enough now," Jennifer promised, suddenly thrusting her hips hard against me. And I was supposed to be the sex expert here. After several seconds of intense fucking, Jennifer stopped and gave me a few seconds to recover before bucking wildly against me again.
After she repeated the process a few more times, I felt myself nearing the brink. "Fuck, almost there again..." I lamented.
"Okay....how do you want to do it?" Jennifer offered. This was really the end, so I had to pick something really good.
It was hard to think when I was on the brink of cumming inside Jennifer Lawrence, so I picked the first thing that popped in my head. "Let me do it between your tits," I asked. "But I'll keep my fingers busy...."
"That I gotta see," Jennifer commented, which gave me all the go-ahead I needed. So I pulled out of her, straddled her chest and placed my throbbing cock in between her breasts. But I let her smother my shaft with her tits, since I reached back and shoved two fingers back in her. After I began to fuck her boobs, I added a third finger as I fucked her twice over.
I soon fucked her pussy more furiously, wanting to finish her off first this time. Jennifer used her tits on me, yet my fingers distracted her more. She rocked her hips against them and muttered "fuck" and "cum" under her breath a few times before I felt her spasm.
I used my thumb to grasp her pussy harder, rubbing it furiously on the outside and fucking her deep inside. Finally Jennifer's dam burst and she came on my hand while moaning long and loud.
Yet halfway through her orgasm, she took her tits off of my cock and started sucking me off. The force of her orgasm made her bite down a little, but not as much as she probably would have from the start. Nevertheless, despite her use of teeth, she was cumming hard enough to suck my cock extra deeply, and moan extra hard onto it.
The suction and the vibration almost made me cum right in her mouth, but Jennifer pulled back just in time. I caught my breath and took my hand out, quickly licking it up to distract me. However, Jennifer took my hand before I was done and licked the rest up, leaving my cum-soaked fingers in her mouth as she placed her tits back on my cock.
I was just left to fuck her ample chest, while she looked up at me and sucked my fingers clean like she just sucked my cock. That was more than enough for me to follow her over the edge.
Jennifer took my fingers out of her mouth and opened up as my cock began to shoot off. Some landed in her mouth and some got on her cheeks, then she backed up and aimed my dick at her tits. The last bit of cum got on her boobs as some of it slid down her face, but I couldn't look at it all for long. I was too exhausted and finally collapsed on my back.
I felt Jennifer get out from below me, then saw her sit in front of me and wipe her face and tits off with her fingers. She sucked them dry like she did to me, and I merely asked, "Full?"
"Of knowledge and cum, yes," Jennifer replied. Of course, it wasn't like she didn't have her share of either one before she came here.
But if I had expanded her horizons a little, it was worth it for that and a few other reasons. Naturally, they couldn't show this side of sex addiction in the movie, even if it was never in the book or in writer/director David O. Russell's imagination.
Yet I doubted that anyone doubted Jennifer as a sex addict anyway -- or doubted that she could inspire such addiction in Bradley Cooper or anyone else. She certainly did for me, as my memories of sex with her made me less anxious to go fuck anyone else for some time. It didn't mean that those memories didn't pop up at inappropriate times, but overcoming addiction is a slow process.
Nevertheless, when the accolades and awards buzz came for Jennifer a year later, I felt like I had played a small role -- well, not small in every way, if I can brag. At the least, I can take some credit when she goes back on the Oscars red carpet and wears another scorching hot dress. And I look forward to all the "bathroom breaks" it'll make me take in work that week as well.
Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. Yes, I know that most of the male species qualifies as sex addicts too. But however debatable it is to say sex addiction is a mental illness, I still fall under the parameters. It's only due to treatment and counseling that I can keep it under control -- and still enjoy sex without going overboard about it.
Maybe that's why my doctor thought of me when Jennifer Lawrence wanted to research sex addicts in October 2011.
She needed to do so because she was playing a sex addict in the movie "Silver Linings Playbook" -- which was set in my hometown of Philadelphia. Since they were filming in Philadelphia as well, she could get research material from Philadelphia doctors who treated sex addicts.
It just so happened that one of them was my doctor. And it just so happened that when she asked him to talk to a sex addict, he suggested me.
Now he had to know this wouldn't help me control my problem, per se. After all, he was setting me up to meet one of the most stunning young, new stars in the whole world.
He had to suspect I couldn't look at her without remembering her red dress at the Oscars, or her blue paint in X-Men: First Class, or her various photo shoots. Hell, if she wore anything that brought out her sexy curves, shapely ass, full chest and gorgeous face, I'd have to....go to the bathroom more than once during our meeting.
Nevertheless, he called me -- and nevertheless, I accepted. I let him give Jennifer my address, which gave me a full day to clean the house and myself up.
During that time, I decided that masturbating just twice before she got here was enough to clear my system. I even finished my second session 10 minutes before she arrived, which cleaned my pipes and gave me time to clear my head.
Now I'd already cum by thinking of her riding me, of her sweet tits bouncing in front of my face, of her tight ass slamming against my groin and of her pouty mouth being filled with my spurting cock. With that out of the way, I wouldn't have to do it again until she left. As long as I didn't think about it that way anymore.
Then there was a knock on the door. And then I answered it to see Jennifer Lawrence at my door, wearing a light coat, light blue shirt and form fitting jeans. To my credit, I noticed those for just a second before my eyes went back to her face, which contained a genuine smile and clear lovely green eyes. It was also framed by brown hair that used to be blonde, but didn't flow any less.
Well, maybe if I didn't 'visit the bathroom' until the middle of her visit, I could get away with it. I greeted her and introduced myself without checking out her chest, so that was a small opening win. Unlike her big and round....okay, not helping.
I guided Jennifer into the house, making sure not to stand behind her under any circumstances. However, she got ahead of me when she noticed something on my coffee table.
"Are you doing your own research, too?" she asked, as she held up my copy of the novel "Silver Linings Playbook" that the movie was based on.
"Oh. Um, I guess you could put it that way," I broke the ice. "I didn't get this because of you, though. It's about crazy Eagles fans, so as one myself, it was my civic duty to read it."
"So I'm researching two mental illnesses here," she commented, but in a joking manner as she sat on my couch.
"Well, the sex stuff is much easier to treat," I played along, since bagging on my sports teams was always a good distraction. "I've only seen one pro championship in my whole life, and that was three years ago! So the Eagles clearly aren't good doctors for me."
"They're not for Bradley, either, so you guys have that in common," Jennifer dropped, referring to "Sliver Linings" co-star and fellow Philadelphian Bradley Cooper.
"I'd take being Sexiest Man Alive with him more, but I guess I can't be picky," I digged.
Sharing my sports knowledge and misery with Jennifer helped me segway into my love of movies next. Of course I had to ask about her other big "Silver" co-star Robert de Niro, and I did it without trotting out an awful de Niro impression -- or trashing his last 15 years of movies. I even asked about the Oscars and waited a while until bringing up the red carpet and the red dress.
Thinking about it made my cock twitch a little, but not as much as it would have without having talked to her first. We hadn't talked about why she was actually here, yet she didn't seem to mind and wasn't in any hurry to get to work. All the gossip about her painted her as down to earth, approachable and free from any diva attitude, and for once, gossip was on the money.
Once I felt comfortable with her -- at least enough to sit on my recliner without crossing my legs -- I figured maybe we could do the actual work and get it out of the way. And maybe she wouldn't leave right away afterwards. "So, about sex addiction, then?" I set up.
"Right, that," Jennifer picked up on. "Okay, so my character uses sex to cope with being a widow. Is that how it works for you guys? Do you need some kind of trauma to make you addicts?"
"Some of my peers do," I recalled. "But I didn't need that extra help. I just liked sex too much to function sometimes, that's all."
"But you still got a lot of it?" Jennifer followed up. "You know how to seduce a lot of women?"
Okay, I probably had to tread carefully here. "I think it's more about me wearing them down over time. I like sex too much to give up easily, so that helps me sometimes. Not that I don't give up when they really want me to, I mean!" I clarified. "I'm not that....forceful."
"But others can be?" Jennifer wondered.
"Maybe, I'm not that sure. Truthfully, I spend too much time on me to compare notes with others. Especially the aggressive kind," I noted. "But your character's not that bad. At least in the book, anyway."
"She's not. I just want to get her tactics right, that's all," Jennifer clarified.
"Well, I'm not the most ideal source for that. Men and women pursue sex a lot differently. That probably applies to male and female sex addicts too," I theorized. "Honestly, you might be better off asking a female sex addict about this. I'm sure they've gotten around to diagnosing those by now."
"Maybe," Jennifer admitted. "But you guys are easier to find."
"It's not like we're impartial, though," I proposed. "You don't have to be a sex addict, or even an accurate sex addict, to turn us on. You just have to be an attractive woman. And since you're....well, you...."
I just stopped myself from going further on that train of thought. So I backtracked and added, "Anyway, it probably works in reverse, too. See an attractive man, think about doing him, let it drive you crazy enough to make it happen and there you go. Simple, really," I concluded while trying not to fall into that same trap.
"You're right, it does sound simple," Jennifer echoed. "And it'll work better for me because I'm....me?" she sadly didn't forget. "I'm not playing me in the movie, you know."
"No, but you'll still look like you, and that'll be plenty convincing," I stupidly let myself say out loud.
I didn't technically come on to her or say anything crude, so I hoped I wasn't making her uncomfortable. Me, on the other hand....but at least my cock wasn't really stirring yet.
Then Jennifer got up from the couch, standing still long enough to let me take in her enticing figure. I'd be at a full half-chub in no time at this rate.
"So this was all for nothing, then?" she said, which did get my mind off my erection somewhat. "It doesn't take anything special to be an accurate sex addict? I just have to like sex and look like me, and then I'd be believable?"
"Maybe....but I'd probably double check it with my doctor first," I tried to joke.
"I should be extra sure there's nothing more to it before I talk to him again," Jennifer replied. "Like....how good at it do I have to be?"
Hello, three-quarter chub, nice to feel you. Well, it will be if I can get some alone time. If that's even necessary, anyway.
"I know I don't have a big sex montage, or even big sex scenes with Bradley. But if I can't convey that I've had a lot of sex, and I'm addicted enough to get really good at it, it'll probably show on the screen. Then it'll throw the audience off," Jennifer reasoned.
"I don't think they'd nitpick that much," I tried to keep it light.
"Well, I have more respect for them than that," Jennifer explained. "I'm also too committed to this part to slack off. I have to get every aspect just right....whatever it takes. With whoever I can get to help me learn."
Now it was very necessary to cross my legs. But I did it before I remembered Jennifer could see me do it, and figure out why I did. "This isn't fair," I said when I could speak regularly. "I'm a sex addict, so getting me....worked up doesn't really count."
"You made it sound like I could do that to anyone, just by looking like me. So it doesn't matter that much," Jennifer threw back at me.
"Well, well....of course you could, you're Jennifer Lawrence! You're sexy as hell, you know that by now!" I yelled out in frustration as my pants got more uncomfortable. She wasn't even posing sexy or showing any extra skin, yet she was getting to me -- whether the addiction was to blame or not.
"So when sex addicts see someone 'sexy as hell', do they get extra.....aggressive, as you put it?" Jennifer questioned. "Do they just burst up and explode out of control when they can't take it? Do they just fuck then and there, or are they a bit more....thorough first?" she asked as she finally walked over to my recliner -- eyeing my pants as she made it easier for me to eye her chest.
"Do they last long, or do they just cum all over themselves before they even get to pussy?" That told me it was time to go to the next stage of her 'research.' Not that I was coherent enough to think of it that way now.
All I could do was turn my brain off, as I always did at times like this. But times like this never had Jennifer Lawrence checking out my cock before. With my higher brain functions off, it helped me reason that she needed a closer look.
I rapidly lowered my zipper, took off my belt and pulled my cock out while still sitting in my recliner. "It hasn't gone off yet," I showed her, but then I remembered there was another part to it. Before I knew it, I was grabbing onto her jeans and lowering her zipper, then I pulled her pants down to reveal purple, soaked underwear.
When I let myself touch the front of it, I noted, "Still not off yet," as I got to her pussy without cumming after all. But she grabbed my shaft and made a bunch of things harder for me.
"How about now?" she rhetorically asked, her sweet face and eyes eyeing my cock hungrily as her hand took its first pump. If I focused on all that, I would go off right away. The only way to distract myself was to keep busy -- and the best way was to feast on her before she could feast on me.
I pulled Jennifer's underwear down and dove into her as quick as possible. She groaned, but stayed on her feet and kept her hand on my shaft. I stayed in the recliner and held onto her hips, consuming myself with the taste of her pussy and the feel of her taut thighs. Sliding my hands over to feel her amazing ass didn't hurt either.
Jennifer's grip on my dick kind of hurt after a while, but it didn't throw me off. I slid my tongue in her pussy and swirled it all around, then rubbed my whole face against her crotch for good measure. I didn't think we were in official competition to see who could get each other off first, but I'd still need to do a lot to win.
Yet even as I nibbled and sucked on her clit, Jennifer's pumping, the sound of her moans and the smoothness of her skin were getting me closer. So I dug my tongue inside her even deeper -- which in turn made her grab my balls and jiggle them while rubbing the bottom of my shaft. Which really wasn't fighting fair.
However, my moans on her labia had to help her a little, as she pressed her crotch deeper onto my face. I couldn't do much but fuck her as fast as I could with my tongue, but then I got the idea to add two fingers in the mix. As they and my tongue started to share the load, Jennifer built my load up even further by rubbing her thumb on my tip and putting her other hand on my balls.
Squeezing my tip and rubbing my balls and taint was the final push Jennifer needed to push me over. I narrowly avoided biting her pussy as I started to cum, but I kept my fingers moving inside nonetheless. My other hand stayed on her ass and dug into her supple left cheek -- and combined with my fingers, it seemed to make Jennifer tremble.
Once I got my bearings straight, I added a third finger and wiggled all of them around at once, then jiggled her ass to drive it home. Within moments, she was releasing all over my hand like I surely released onto hers.
After she finished and I looked at my soaked hand, I looked down further to see her soaked hands still on my deflating cock. Jennifer finally pulled back and made me pull my hand out as well, then we held up our cum-covered hands together. She grabbed mine and seemed to rub our cum together, then she licked her hand and mine to taste the mixture -- and I couldn't help but follow her lead.
With our tongues having slightly fresh cum on them, we finally kissed and mixed that together as well. I leaned back on the recliner and let Jennifer take a well deserved seat on top of me, as our wet crotches rested on top of each other. After our wet tongues navigated through each other's mouths, we broke off and finally took a breath.
"And you made me think sex addicts weren't extra good at this," Jennifer reflected.
"It's not like we have special powers," I had to correct. "You don't need to be a sex addict to go nuts like that. You just need extra inspiration," I tried to subtly credit her.
"So you don't....get up again any faster?" Jennifer inquired.
"Like I said, we have no special powers," I pressed again. "We're like everyone else when we actually have sex. And like everyone else, it helps us to....keep busy while we get ready again," I hinted at while my hand went back on her ass and then under her shirt.
Jennifer felt the hint, settled onto my lap and then removed her shirt, revealing a blue bra pushing up her impressive cleavage. I resisted the urge to dive in right away and removed my own shirt to make us even. But it was a little hard to stay steady in a rocking recliner, so Jennifer finally got up, slid her pants off her ankles and helped slid mine down as well.
Now that I was naked and Jennifer was nearly there, I let her help me off the recliner and sat on the couch with her. I studied her seductive body and held her by the waist, laying her on her back and putting my face above her pussy. Instead of eating her out again, I kissed up her stomach, glided my tongue past her bellybutton and slid my hands up and down her waist.
Jennifer suddenly backed up and laid back against the arm rest, showing off her terrific chest before getting that bra off at long last. I gaped for just a moment before I went over and grabbed those free tits, then trapped them into my mouth one at a time. I deeply suckled her nipples for a while, then just kissed all around them for a bit longer before nibbling the underside of each breast.
"Oh....I see why you're addicted to this," Jennifer commented.
"I'm addicted to the good ones, that's for sure," I qualified, licking between her breasts and then pressing them together against my face. I buried myself between her full tits and felt my cock stirring again. Since it was near Jennifer's leg, she could feel it too.
"You know, I should show what I've learned so far," she teased, before putting her hands on my chest and shoving me backwards. I got myself to lay flat on the couch just as Jennifer laid on top of me, kissing my neck and slowly going down to my upper chest.
I let myself relax as Jennifer showed her supposedly new skills. Her tongue and lips covered my left nipple, and I just put my hand on the back of her head. I went back and forth between admiring her aroused face and checking out her ass and legs. But I focused on her face again when it drifted down my body.
Jennifer looked right up at me, letting me get lost in her beautiful eyes as their glare got ever more seductive. But I had to look away when her mouth engulfed my cock and I threw my head back. Once I recovered, I looked back into her eyes as her lips and tongue went down lower. She then popped off my cock, went down to bat her tongue against my balls for several seconds, then sucked them down noisily and wetly.
She only bathed them for a few seconds before popping off, then very slowly trailed up her tongue up my fully hard shaft. It teasingly licked around my head, before Jennifer suddenly sunk her mouth down my cock and briefly deep throated it. Just as quickly, she took my shaft out and blew on my wet cock and balls, which almost literally made me shiver.
"Yeah, that's good research," I barely got out.
"Just gotta do one more thing to make it perfect," Jennifer reasoned. After running down what we did so far, I realized there was indeed one thing left. It was just a matter of how to do it.
Jennifer made the decision for me by turning around and getting on all fours on the couch. To give her room, I backed up and got on my knees behind her. Her ass stuck out oh so wonderfully, but I put my fingers on her pussy instead. Once I rubbed it and made it a bit wetter, I felt safe to line my tip up against her opening.
I was more out of control when we first touched each other, although we didn't actually fuck. Now that we were about to, I should have gone blank again, but perhaps getting the first load out of the way helped me savor this more. As if the feel of Jennifer's pussy surrounding my cock wouldn't be unforgettable enough.
I did go blank for the first few seconds after I pushed in, yet Jennifer clenched around me and got me to snap out of it. I steadily went deeper and began to thrust back and forth, then Jennifer started to push back as well. We each went at our own pace until her ass collided against my groin, sending my cock all the way into her pussy.
With the setup out of the way, I went back to grabbing and jiggling her perfect ass as it gyrated against me. Somehow, I made myself stop to reach over and hold her swaying tits as I fucked her slower. I bent down and kissed her upper back and shoulder, with my nose eventually burying itself into her soft brown hair. But I was putting too much pressure on Jennifer, and soon her hands gave out -- leaving her lying right on her stomach with me crushing her on top.
Still, my body wasn't totally crushing her, although my hands were crushed under her tits. It wasn't so bad for me, however, and a wiggle from Jennifer indicated she was okay too. So I resumed fucking her while literally lying on top of her, as my head laid against her hair.
Eventually, I brought myself to get my hands free from under her, then her head turned and I leaned over to kiss her in response. My right hand grabbed her upper leg and hip, while my left went on the couch to keep me steady.
When our lips broke, Jennifer panted, "Oh fuck....I can't believe you want to get cured...."
"This sure isn't helping," I admitted.
"It's helping me, though," Jennifer confessed. "I know why she'd be addicted to a nice big cock....a hard fuck....cum down her throat....her tits manhandled....being someone's sexy slut...." she trailed off as she slammed back harder against me. "If someone normal could love it this much, imagine how someone crazy would feel!"
"I can," I mindlessly agreed, not caring that she kind of called me crazy. Yet we were both in the heat of the moment and would have been more sensitive otherwise. But once Jennifer unleashed those dirty words, we both couldn't help our language.
And it's gotta be real good to be addictive," Jennifer punctuated. "So fuck me good and show me how much you love it...."
"If it's for the movie," I joked, then I got up and let Jennifer roll over onto her back, before lying more comfortably on top of her and driving back inside.
With the both of us back into a missionary position, Jennifer wrapped her legs around me as my right hand cradled her face and my left rubbed her nipples. "Fuck me....oh fuck, you're on fire," Jennifer actually said with a straight -- albeit sex-consumed -- face.
I ignored the accidental Katniss Everdeen reference and kept making her hungry to fuck me. Her hips swiveled as I bent down to suck her tits again, while her hands went on my ass and even brushed my balls.
"Oh fucking...." I gasped out. "Don't make this end too soon. I can't go cold turkey now...."
Jennifer just responded by slowing her hips down a bit, so I slowed down in return. I kept thrusting into her, but paced myself as I let myself relax and catch my breath. I laid my head on Jennifer's chest, while my hands went back on her and felt up her hourglass figure. I brushed up to her tits, slid back down her hips to her ass and upper thighs, then went back and forth slipping fingers from each hand inside her.
"Yes....I'm rested enough now," Jennifer promised, suddenly thrusting her hips hard against me. And I was supposed to be the sex expert here. After several seconds of intense fucking, Jennifer stopped and gave me a few seconds to recover before bucking wildly against me again.
After she repeated the process a few more times, I felt myself nearing the brink. "Fuck, almost there again..." I lamented.
"Okay....how do you want to do it?" Jennifer offered. This was really the end, so I had to pick something really good.
It was hard to think when I was on the brink of cumming inside Jennifer Lawrence, so I picked the first thing that popped in my head. "Let me do it between your tits," I asked. "But I'll keep my fingers busy...."
"That I gotta see," Jennifer commented, which gave me all the go-ahead I needed. So I pulled out of her, straddled her chest and placed my throbbing cock in between her breasts. But I let her smother my shaft with her tits, since I reached back and shoved two fingers back in her. After I began to fuck her boobs, I added a third finger as I fucked her twice over.
I soon fucked her pussy more furiously, wanting to finish her off first this time. Jennifer used her tits on me, yet my fingers distracted her more. She rocked her hips against them and muttered "fuck" and "cum" under her breath a few times before I felt her spasm.
I used my thumb to grasp her pussy harder, rubbing it furiously on the outside and fucking her deep inside. Finally Jennifer's dam burst and she came on my hand while moaning long and loud.
Yet halfway through her orgasm, she took her tits off of my cock and started sucking me off. The force of her orgasm made her bite down a little, but not as much as she probably would have from the start. Nevertheless, despite her use of teeth, she was cumming hard enough to suck my cock extra deeply, and moan extra hard onto it.
The suction and the vibration almost made me cum right in her mouth, but Jennifer pulled back just in time. I caught my breath and took my hand out, quickly licking it up to distract me. However, Jennifer took my hand before I was done and licked the rest up, leaving my cum-soaked fingers in her mouth as she placed her tits back on my cock.
I was just left to fuck her ample chest, while she looked up at me and sucked my fingers clean like she just sucked my cock. That was more than enough for me to follow her over the edge.
Jennifer took my fingers out of her mouth and opened up as my cock began to shoot off. Some landed in her mouth and some got on her cheeks, then she backed up and aimed my dick at her tits. The last bit of cum got on her boobs as some of it slid down her face, but I couldn't look at it all for long. I was too exhausted and finally collapsed on my back.
I felt Jennifer get out from below me, then saw her sit in front of me and wipe her face and tits off with her fingers. She sucked them dry like she did to me, and I merely asked, "Full?"
"Of knowledge and cum, yes," Jennifer replied. Of course, it wasn't like she didn't have her share of either one before she came here.
But if I had expanded her horizons a little, it was worth it for that and a few other reasons. Naturally, they couldn't show this side of sex addiction in the movie, even if it was never in the book or in writer/director David O. Russell's imagination.
Yet I doubted that anyone doubted Jennifer as a sex addict anyway -- or doubted that she could inspire such addiction in Bradley Cooper or anyone else. She certainly did for me, as my memories of sex with her made me less anxious to go fuck anyone else for some time. It didn't mean that those memories didn't pop up at inappropriate times, but overcoming addiction is a slow process.
Nevertheless, when the accolades and awards buzz came for Jennifer a year later, I felt like I had played a small role -- well, not small in every way, if I can brag. At the least, I can take some credit when she goes back on the Oscars red carpet and wears another scorching hot dress. And I look forward to all the "bathroom breaks" it'll make me take in work that week as well.
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