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CHAPTER 1

“Oh shit.” Hilary cursed into her cell phone as her car quietly rolled to a dead stop.

“What? What is it?” Her sister asked on the other side.

“Oh this fucking car just stalled, and I have no idea where I am.” She explained. She looked around
the dark street. The run down part of LA was far from where she was planning on heading, but she had taken the wrong off ramp, and wound up lost in the far corner of the city. “Look. I’m going to call you back in a bit. Okay.”

“YOu’d better. Be careful.” Her sister concluded. Hilary hung up, and glanced at her phone.

She started to dial 411 when there was a knock at her window. She looked up to see what was going on and a long dark haired man stared back at her. Fear washed through the young singer/actress as the man glared right at her. “Can I help you?” Hilary called through the window.

“Get out of the car baby.” The man instructed his eyes locked on Hilary. “Now!” He barked. He grabbed the door handle, and started yanking on it. The door started to open, but the lone occupant grabbed the handle, and pulled the door closed, fumbling to hit the locking switch. Before she could, the passenger door swung open, and she screamed as another young man climbed into the passenger seat, grabbing Hilary by the hair, pulling it hard, making her scream in pain, and fear, letting the door go. It swung open, and the first man grabbed her, and the two men began working the kicking and screaming woman out of her car. She kicked and screamed, clawing at them as she fought to get loose, but they dragged her out of the gradually. She could feel her short black skirt bunching up around her ass, and she flushed with humiliation at the thought of her attackers being able to see her panties.

They finally worked Hilary out of the car, and she fell to the pavement. She felt them grab her hair, and force her to her feet. The first man laughed at her as she flailed her arms trying to break free again. He stepped behind her, forcing her against the hood of her car. She screamed in terror as she felt him pull her panties to her knees. “That’s it bitch. Keep screaming. No one’s gonna give a fuck.” He slapped his ass, and she heard him undo his pants. His friend stayed in her car, rummaging through it, jamming stuff into his pockets. He punched her in the side, and laughed as he watched her recoil in pain. “I’m going to love this. Never fucked a celebrity before.” He cheered. “I just thought you were some dumb rich bitch.” He snarled. Hilary felt the man’s gruff hands between her legs, and he plunged his fingers into her slit. “There it is.” He laughed. She screamed again, pushing herself away from the car, hoping to knock the man off balance, only to be slammed back against her black Jeep.

Hilary was sobbing, and screaming, as she felt the man’s tip pressing into her pussy. She was terrified of him r****g her, and began begging him to stop. Before he could plunge himself into her soft pink fuck folds, he was suddenly jolted away. Duff heard him fall to the ground, and she spun around to see a young man standing a few short feet away from her, towering over the fallen attacker. He swung his arms up, and a silver baseball bat glistened in the street light. The stranger swung the bat down, and it slammed into the man’s exposed erection. He grabbed at his crotch, and yowled in pain, rolling onto his side. Hilary saw the second figure jump out of her car, and charge at the third stranger . Without even looking, the other man spun around, swinging the bat upwards, and caught the man under the chin, knocking him back, and onto the ground.

The stranger looked over at the teary eyed beautiful brown haired woman in front of him. He stashed the baseball bat under his long canvas jacket, and stepped up to Hilary. “A little out of your neighbourhood, aren’t we?” He asked casually. He crouched down in front of her, and slowly pulled her panties up, standing practically against her, as he pulled her skirt down, and gently tugged on it making sure it was all down. He stepped back from Hilary, and smiled at her.

“My car stalled. I don’t know why.” She quietly announced. Her body still trembled from fear, but she was trying to slowly regain her composure.

“Have you run out of gas?” The figure asked. He watched the frightened woman close her eyes as the answer to his question appeared on her embarrassed face. She rolled her eyes, and shook her head. What a simple problem to keep from happening, was all she could think. “It’s okay. IT happens. I guess you’ll have to call a tow truck. There’s not a drop of petrol around for blocks.”

“Thank you.” She timidly acknowledged. The young man nodded, and turned slowly. “Please!” Hilary called out. The young man turned around slowly. “Don’t go. I mean. If they get up, or more come…..”

“I’ll clean these guys up. You get back in your car, and lock the doors.” Hilary nodded, and climbed back into her car quickly locking the door. She picked up her phone off the floor, and started dialling again, as she peered out, watching the young man drag her attackers off the road into the night.

The tow truck showed up a few minutes later, and the driver went about pouring a Jerry can of gas into the client’s car. The young man had finished dragging the two men into the alley, and sat on the curb of the streets, smoking a cigarette as he stood guard over the young woman. When Hilary paid the tow truck driver, she sauntered over to the young man. “If I directed you, could you drive me home? I’m still a little shaken up from everything.” She pleaded. Even as she said it, it was a crazy request, and she felt embarrassed to ask it.

The mystery man rose to his feet, and brushed his dirty brown canvas jacket, which was spotted with multiple patches. “I guess if you were that hard up for a ride.” He replied casually. HE took the keys from the young woman, and motioned for her to lead the way.

Getting out of the dangerous neighbourhood took more wrong turns than Hilary wanted, and she was starting to get embarrassed. When they finally came back onto the freeway, she sighed a breath of relief a the car was finally headed to her place. Hilary Duff felt awkward about having some homeless guy driving her home, but the night had been anything but normal, and she didn’t want to be alone for a while. She shifted slightly in her seat, and peered around the freeway as the main vain through the city managed to still bustle. She caught the young man staring at her long smooth legs, and grinned slightly. After a few more minutes, Duff reached out, turning down the radio. “Do you know who I am?” She asked.

The young man looked over at her, and then back at the road, before glancing back at her yet again. HE thought for a bit, but simply shook his head. “Should I?”

Hilary shook her head with a laugh. “Oh God! Probably not. It’s just….. I’m sorry. You just don’t seem phased at all, and I guess I sort of figured most people would be if they recognized me. I know I sound like a really vain bitch right now, but it’s true.”

“Well. I don’t have a clue. Sorry. Who are you?”

“I’m Hilary Duff.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and Hilary watched him thinking. “Not ringing any bells, but I don’t really follow the celebrity world. Tell me why I should know you.”

Hilary giggled. She felt totally ridiculous talking about herself like she was, but she thought for a moment, then started explaining her rise to fame.

The gloss black Jeep finally rolled up the front driveway to the mansion Hilary shared with her sister. It rolled to a stop, and the motor cut out. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. We used to live with out mom, but she moved out when I turned eighteen. Got a smaller place of her own, and just let us take over.” She explained. She turned her to look over at the young man who smelled like it probably had been a long time since he had showered. “So I saw you staring at my legs.” She commented. She expected him to shy away at her remark, but became intrigued as he stayed completely casual.

“Not my fault they look so nice.”

“You’re really very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

The young man shrugged. “I guess. I just don’t get excited about things very often.” He explained.

Hilary studied the young man who casually looked back at her, gazing at her patiently. She couldn’t help but find him incredibly handsome, and was intrigued by his calm attitude. He hardly seemed to take any interest in knowing he was sitting next to a woman who was famous all around the world. “Do you want to come in?” She asked. “I really don’t want to be alone tonight. I’m sure you understand.”

“Sure.” He agreed. Hilary smiled, and started climbing out. She paused for a moment, and glanced over her shoulder. “Feel free to stare at my ass if you want.” She remarked with a smile. She climbed out, and started for the front door. The mysterious man followed behind her. She wondered if he was staring at her ass, and was tempted to look over her shoulder, but resisted. She stopped at the door, and turned around. “What’s your name?” She asked.

“Lone. Conrad Lone.” Hilary nodded. She wondered if it was true. She unlocked her door, and lead him inside.

“Come on. I’ll give you a tour, then you can take a shower if you want.” She announced.

The tour was brief, and basic. She showed him the main areas of the house, which of course went without needing much explanation. She walked him to the upper level, and pointed out the rooms as she went by, finally stepping into a tiny bedroom. “You can leave your stuff in here, if you want. The bathroom is across the hallway. You can shower if you want. I might have some clothes my ex left behind. I can go take a look if you want.”

“That would be great.” Conrad commented calmly as usual.

“Okay. Well. I’ll go check for clothes. Um… Towels are in the closet beside the bathroom.” She concluded, stepping out of the room.

Conrad hadn’t had a shower in weeks, and it felt great to finally have one. He spent just under an hour in the woman’s shower, before finally stepping out. He wrapped himself in a towel, and stepped back into the hall. He glanced down the narrow corridor. He was about to step into his bedroom, when he heard something behind him. He looked down the opposite end of the hall. One of the bedroom doors was hardly closed, and he could see Hilary standing in front of the doorway, casually undressing. She wore a pair of tiny black lace panties, and as she slipped off her satin blouse, she revealed a strapless satin bra. He had a clear view of her back, and could feel his cock twitching under the towel. Hilary suddenly turned her head as if something had startled her, and peered back at the man. She slowly turned to face him, but didn’t move to close her door. She had an amazing set of breasts straining against her tiny bra, and her entire body was taut, and shapely. A tiny diamond naval piercing sparkled as she breathed slowly. She slowly licked her full pink lips with just the tip of her tongue.

As Conrad stared at the young woman’s breathtakingly sexy body, she gazed back at his muscular upper body, and found him even more attractive, even with the multiple scars that were dotted all over his chiselled form. She reached out quietly, and closed her bedroom door. Lone didn’t so much as hesitate. He turned, and walked into the spare room where a pair of sweat pants, and a t-shirt were sitting neatly folded on his bed.

He started quietly getting dressed when there was a knock on the door. He turned, and unlocked the brass knob, opening it slightly. Hilary pushed her way in, her long shapely legs stretching out of a tiny silk robe that stopped well above her knees, and hung loose at the top even though it was cut to form to her shape, and the belt was done tightly, he could still see her amazing cleavage. “YOu look better. Smell better too.” She stated. She glanced at him, as he stood in front of her in his shorts. “Should I come back later?”

“Why? Something make you uncomfortable?” HE casually asked. Hilary seemed to be surprised by his casual reply, but it hardly flashed across her lovely face.

“I was wondering what your plans were.”

Conrad studied her for a minute, then snagged the t-shirt off the bed, and put it on. “I don’t know. I don’t normally plan the next day until the sun comes up.”

“Must be nice.” Hilary replied. Her voice was strict, and somewhat cold. She was trying very hard to sound completely unaffected, even though she was anything but.

“Has it’s moments.”

“So. What’s with these?” She asked slowly reaching out for his bare chest, softly touching some of his scars.

“Pick one.” He replied.

Hilary stared him down, squinting her eyes to study him. She looked his chest over, and chose a long dark scar on his left shoulder. She gingerly pressed her delicate finger tips against it. Lone looked down at the scar. “Knife wound two years ago. Bar in San Diego.” Hilary slid her soft warm fingers over Conrad’s firm muscular chest, and touched a round poorly healed scar. “Bullet wound. About six years ago. Guy holding up a convenience store.”

“You know all these wounds?” Hilary asked. Her soft voice kept low, as she ran her fingers from one scar, or poorly healed wound to another. She felt her heart racing madly as she felt the man’s amazing body.

“You’d be surprised how easy it is.” Hilary took a step back, and scanned the man’s body again. She was glad she had panties on under her robe, even if they were fairly small, they kept her aroused young pussy from trickling down her leg.

“So. You get in a lot of fights?”

Conrad looked the young star over a few times himself. She kept a good poker face, but he was able to read people. She was getting more out of the conversation than she was letting on. “I tend towards trouble. That would be a better way of looking at it.” He explained. “I’m guessing you don’t know much about that.” He noted. Hilary looked away embarrassed by his remark. She felt as if he had just spat in her face, and she honestly didn’t know why. “Don’t get like that. It’s not a slam against you. I’m just saying. We have different lives. You have yours, and it’s been rather good, and safe, and then I’ve had mine.” He slipped the shirt on, and quickly brushed the wrinkles out of it.

Hilary took a moment, and slowly looked back. “I guess. ” SHe met his gaze, taking a slow deep breath. “Well. I guess you want to sleep.”

Conrad shrugged. “I don’t normally sleep that much. Most days, there’s not much else to do. In California heat, it’s easier to travel at night anyway.” He explained.

“So. You’ll just lay awake?”

“Maybe. I’ll probably try to sleep I guess.”

“Well. I need to go to bed.” Duff strode for the door. She was surprised she could walk away from the young hunk so easily. It was probably the awkward response to his comment about her safe life that made it easier for her to slip away. She turned to him just before stepping out of the door. She wanted to see if he was going to do anything, but he just watched her walk away. She stepped out, letting the door close behind her.

The next morning Hilary dressed in a pair of tight fitting jeans with a torn knee, a white tank top, and black leather jacket. She did her hair back in a pony tail, and slipped on a pair of leather boots. She made her way across the hall to the guest room. She knocked gently on the door. “Ya?” Conrad called back. Hilary opened the door, and leaned on the frame. Mackenzie was sitting up looking over at her as she appeared in the doorway.

“Just… um…. Checking in.” She waited for him to say something, but he just gazed over at her. “Um. Do you want to go somewhere for breakfast? My treat.”

“I don’t think you and I would breakfast at the same places.”

Hilary squeezed the bridge of her nose and let out a slow frustrated groan. She looked up at the house guest, and barked at him. “I’m not some sort of princess you know. I’ve been broke before. I don’t sleep on a stack of mattresses, I had to wait ’till I was sixteen to get my drivers. I’m just a person. Like you. I just don’t ‘tend towards trouble’.”

Conrad rose to his feet, and crossed the room to the frustrated woman. He looked down at her, and she glared coldly at him. A slight grin came to his face, and she almost lost her glare completely at his surprising grin. “So Denny’s isn’t outside your realm of dinning experiences?”

Hilary stared up at the man’s deep dark eyes. She gave a shrug, and slowly ran her hands down into her back pockets. “Ya. Denny’s will be great.”

On the way over, it was a silent ride for the first little while. Hilary apologized that his clothes weren’t cleaned yet, but he told her to relax. It was L.A. There were people out there dressed more unusually than a guy in sweat pants, and a crappy old shirt. After a while, Lone could tell Duff wasn’t sitting very comfortably. “You can talk about yourself.” He announced. The blond driver glanced over at him curiously as she weaved through early morning L.A. traffic. “I don’t talk about me much. I don’t really even talk much. But you can yak all you want. Long as there’s a point of some sort to it. Besides. You have a nice voice.”

“Why Conrad Lone, I think you just paid me a complement.” Hilary laughed.

“I’m sure it’s not much of one compared to what you’re used to.”

Hilary talked through most of breakfast. She tried to split the conversation between them by asking more about some of his cuts and wounds, but he always managed to get the beautiful woman talking about herself again.

Soon enough breakfast was over, and they were on their way, only having to stop their meal once or twice so she could sign an autograph from the odd customer that recognized her. They headed back to her black SUV, and were about to drive away, when a car came screaming around in front of them. The car stopped in front of them, and the driver jumped out and began taking pictures as he ran up to the black Blazer. “Fuck. I hate this guy. He has no idea on limits. He fucking nearly knocked me over one time when I was out jogging.”

“Troublesome huh? I got it.” Conrad replied. He slinked out of his door, and slowly sauntered around the front end of the Chevy. The black haired photographer didn’t even take notice of the approaching man as he rapidly fired off pictures of Hilary as she tried blocking her face with her hands. He called for her to look at him, and he even knocked on her windows to try and get her to look. By the time he took note of Lone, the tall solemn man was inches away. “Nice camera.” He remarked calmly. The older man shot a confused look at the towering figure, but didn’t really know how else to react.

Conrad’s arm snapped out, and he instantly gripped the man by the throat, quickly choking him, as he slowly raised him off the ground with one arm. “From now on. You don’t come any where near Hilary. I see you any less than twenty yards, and I’m going to come at you. And you really don’t want that.” He grabbed the man’s camera with his free hand, and yanked it off the strap he had it dangling around his neck with. He shoved the man back, sending him falling to the ground. He turned away slightly, and dropped kicked the expensive black camera, sending it flying into the air, and finally crashing to the ground, shattering into dozens of pieces. Conrad turned back around, and strolled casually back to his door. He climbed back in, and looked over at the stunned Hilary, as she gazed at him absolutely bewildered at what he had just done. “Drive. Before he gets up, and pulls out some disposable piece of shit.” Hilary laughed, and put the Blazer into gear, racing out of the parking lot.

“That was nuts!” Hilary exclaimed. She looked over at Lone as he casually slipped his seat belt on, and sat back casually as if nothing had just happened. “Aren’t you afraid of him suing you? Or pressing charges?” Lone shrugged.

“Not at all?” He shook his head. “That is crazy.”

Hilary talked most of the ride back. Conrad stared at her shapely profile a few times as they rode through the city, but as usual, never talked much without turning it back onto her. She had a soft voice, and an eager laugh that seemed like an over grown giggle, and it was easy for him to listen to her.

Hilary parked in front of her house, and turned the engine off. She looked over at the young man who had put his hand on the door to leave, only to turn back to her curiously. “Thank you.” She softly said. Lone stayed quiet for a little while, then simply climbed out of the truck, and headed for the front door. Hilary felt embarrassment roll over her again, and she eventually followed after him. She stormed up to him, fumbling with her keys, only to watch him open her door. The son of a bitch had picked her locks. He stepped into the front entry way, and reached out for the security pad. He held his hands over the glowing keys for a moment, then quickly hit the first two numbers, pausing for a moment before hitting another two. The last two came after another long pause. The terminal beeped, and Mackenzie moved away from it casually. “How the fuck did you do that?” She exclaimed. Fear over the fact a complete stranger could get into her house so easily fused with her embarrassment, and she quickly became angry towards his apathetic behaviour. Conrad strolled into the center of the living room, and turned around as he heard Hilary stomp after him. “Don’t fucking forget who’s house this is!” She scolded closing the gap between them, stopping a few feet away. Conrad stood with his hands folded neatly in front of him, standing patiently for her to finish whatever she was going to say. It instantly drove her crazy that he didn’t seem to take any notice of her frustration towards him.

Without saying anything, he slowly started walking towards her, but started to veer off slightly, and walked around her, his eyes focused on her, as he came around behind her. Hilary felt her heart suddenly stop, and a fearful shiver ran through her as her blood seemed to congeal inside her. He was standing behind her, and she became incredibly nervous to have him in such a compromising position, but felt turning would tip her hand to him, and that was something she didn’t want to do. She needed to have a feeling of control over him, especially after seeing how easily he threw around a fully grown man.

Conrad reached his hands out, and carefully let Hilary’s silky blond hair out of the long pony tail. He let it fall onto her shoulders, and fanned it out carefully. He stepped up behind her, and she could feel his body hardly an inch from hers. He gently gripped the sides of her shoulders, and moved his head close to her ear. Hilary’s chest heaved slowly as she took long slow breaths feeling the powerful man in such close proximity gave her a rush of mixed emotions, both fearful, and excited. “You talk about growing up on TV. You talk about standing on stage in front of thousands. You tell me about all you’ve done, and then I see your eyes, and I see all you want to do.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Hilary stalled. The man’s strong warm hands held her shoulders firmly, but not too tight. His warm breath on her soft neck, as he held his face just a few inches from her head. Her soft blond hair rustling on his warm breath. She felt the anger and frustration subsiding as her excitement grew slowly inside of her.

“Yes you do.” He replied with low voice. “You pick up some homeless stranger, and bring him to your big expensive house, and let him sleep just down the hall from you. You come into his room in nothing but a tiny robe, and some flimsy panties. You know exactly what you want, and you know exactly how I’m the one that can give it to you.” His hands slid down her arms, and slowly over her hands and finally rolled across her slender hips, pulling them closer to him, touching her lower body to his. She gasped silently as a shock went through her. “Few people have a Jekyll, and a Hyde. Everyone knows your Jekyll. Your past relationships know your Jekyll.” Hilary heard him sniff her sweet skin. “You definitely have a Hyde.” He repeated. He pressed his pelvis into her, and she could feel his cock pressing between them as he softly kissed her neck, sending a powerful explosion through her. She rolled her head back, letting out a slow moan, her soft hands stacking over his powerful hands. Her one hand slid over his leather glove, and her other one ran down his gruff hand. Her incredibly tight jeans were already pulling her silk panties against her pussy, but they seemed to pull harder as she felt them stick to her moist slit as she became more and more turned on by the man’s handling of her.

One hand came off her hip, reaching across her back, and pulled her hair off her opposite shoulder, exposing more of her neck, and jacket collar. Conrad grabbed the jacket, slipping it off, and slowly pulling it down so it was halfway down her back, as he softly kissed her neck, and shoulders. Hilary kept her eyes closed, moaning, and panting as she continued to take deep slow breaths. She wasn’t innocent, and she had more than one occasion of living up to the stereo types of Hollywood. But no one made her body burn with such little effort as Conrad was doing to her.

Conrad slowly stepped away from her. She opened her eyes slowly, and straightened her head. “Don’t move. Close your eyes.” Hilary did as she was told. She couldn’t believe how turned on he had made her, and how easy it sounded for him to be in complete control, while she was a frantic mess inside. “Are you wet?”

“Yes.” She whispered as she nodded. Wet was an understatement. She was soaking.

“Good. Take your jacket off. Don’t open your eyes.” He instructed. Hilary could hear his voice move as he came around her slowly, keeping a few feet between them. She slid her jacket off her arms, and tossed it behind her, standing quietly. “Do you like how I make you feel?”

“Yes.” She whispered again.

“Good. Run your hands over your body. Bring them up, and slowly through your hair.” HE watched her slowly place her hands on her thighs, and start to slowly drag them up over her curves, and over her full firm breasts. She brought them up her face, and ran them through her hair, pulling it out in all directions, letting her fingers slip completely through her silky mane, and let it fall back over her shoulders. She could feel his eyes on him, and she loved knowing he was watching her. “First time you had sex?”

“I was f******n. It was right near the end of Lizzie.”

“Did you explore during Lizzie?”

“Yes. Some oral. Some mutual masturbation.”

“Did you initiate it?” His voice was moving again, but it stayed totally calm, and low.

Hilary slowly shook her head, leaving her hands resting at her sides. “He did. I wanted him to, so I just let him.”

“What position?”

“Missionary.” Hilary couldn’t believe she was letting the answers roll off her tongue so easily. It was secrets she never even thought of divulging, and yet as she stood in the middle of her living room, a few short feet from the man who just a few moments ago she would have let do whatever he wanted to her, she spoke freely, and easily.

“Tell me about it.”

Hilary swallowed, but that didn’t stop her or hesitate her. “I was on the bottom. It was in my trailer. We were practicing lines, and then we were making out. Pretty soon he was over top of me, kissing me, and groping me. I could feel his erection through his jeans. He told me how hot I was, and I told him he was too. I told him to get a condom out of one of the drawers I had stashed some in. He nearly fell over jumping up to get it. He opened his pants, and put it on as I took my clothes off. It took a few moments for him to get it inside me, but when he did, it felt amazing. We just kissed, and fucked. He came fairly soon, and crawled off of me. He asked if he could do it again later, and I told him maybe. I blew him a couple of times, and once he came over and we fucked in my bed. But that was really about it.”

“How do you sleep?”

“When I’m at home, it varies. Sort of does on the road too I guess. But I tend towards cotton pyjama pants, and some sort of tshirt, or sleep shirt when I’m on the road. When I’m home, I can usually handle sleeping in underwear more often. Or just a pair of panties, and a t-shirt.”

“What about last night?”

“Panties. Nothing else.”

“Did you masturbate last night?”

Hilary felt her face flush. She loved the topic, but the last question made her feel slightly embarrassed. “Yes.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Are you still wet?” Hilary nodded without a word. “Do you like it still?”

“I’m getting… tense.” SHe explained.

“Good. Lick your lips.” Hilary slowly ran her tongue over her soft pink lips, and pressed them together. They glistened in the sun that shone on her from all over the well naturally lit house. “Good.” She felt his hand gingerly press against her stomach, and slide up under her shirt. His finger tips slowly circled around her naval, brushing the tiny metal piercing. She gasped. Tingles rippled through her warm flesh from her naval. He pressed his hand flat against her, his other one slowly slipping over her soft shoulder, hooking her neck with his fingers, and slipping it up slightly, cradling the curve where the back of her skull met her neck. She fought the urge to open her eyes, and felt him pull her against him. He ran his first hand up between her breasts, but didn’t move it anywhere. He just held her chest, and pulled her head forwards. He kissed her sweet red lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and rolling it around gently as he sucked her bottom lip gingerly biting it.

Lone raised the forearm of his first hand, peeling her shirt upwards as it started rolling up and sliding down his arm to his wrist. He didn’t lose a moment of kissing her, as he raised her top over her amazing rack. He broke slowly, and slid his hand back down to her belly, as he softly kissed his way down the middle of her rib cage, and between the woman’s firm ample breasts. He lowered himself slowly before her, his other hand slipping around her neck, and over her shoulder, gliding over her breast as he crouched low before her.

Anticipation, and lust drove her into a frenzy as she felt him kiss his way down the center of her trim body, and stopped momentarily rolling the tip of his tongue around her naval, and lightly sucking on her piercing. She moaned loudly this time, and he moved the rest of the way down. His hands finally sliding onto her low rise jeans. She felt him open her belt, and her knees lost strength for a brief moment. He pulled her jeans open, and slowly tugged them downwards, leaving her red silk panties up. She felt him bring her pants all the way down to her knees, and run his hands slowly up the backs of her silky smooth trim legs. They ran up her thighs on the outside as he skilfully kissed his way down along the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs.

Conrad pulled Hilary’s panties down slowly, and she felt the warm air on her now exposed pussy. It was freshly trimmed from the night before, and the sun beat down on it from out the window.

Conrad’s tongue did all the work. Slipping over her wet pink slit, flicking at her erect clit, poking through her swollen pink fuck folds. IT worked the well built woman’s pussy over masterfully without the slightest bit of help from his hands which only left her thighs, and legs to grab her perky round ass, and pull her into his hungry face.

Hilary came with her eyes closed. She opened them briefly as the first orgasm rolled through her, and she assumed that was the end, but she closed them instantly when she felt him continuing lashing at her young tight vagina with his tongue. She had been eaten out before, but few females, and no males had put so much time and perfect skill into eating her pussy. And neither had given so many powerful orgasms before her final climax.

She stood slouched over the man, as he slowly pulled his face out of her spent wet pussy, and glanced up at her, pulling her panties back up, and doing the same with her jeans. He pulled her body against his, and kissed her passionately, she lapped up his kiss eager as she tasted her hot thick pussy juice on his mouth. He pulled away from her, and started for the kitchen. Hilary took a shower. She had to masturbate herself to another orgasm as she thought of the man eating her young tight pussy out. She still couldn’t believe how easily her sexual secrets poured out of her mouth, and she wished his cock had at least poured in. She wondered how his dominance over her was supposed to help her with her Hyde, but then she considered she might not have the dominant sort of Hyde she was assuming. Although she doubted any sort of Hyde to be submissive to anyone. She came as the thought passed. Who cared about her Hyde. She wanted his cock.

Conrad was reading by the time she got dressed. He was sitting in the middle of her leather sofa listening to one of her albums, reading some book she couldn’t recognize. She strolled down the steps. The room felt different than it had an hour ago. It was almost cold. Hilary walked up to him, and he looked up at her, taking time to study her short black skirt, and white knee socks with the button up blouse that was tied above the naval, and hardly buttoned up at all, flecks of her black satin bra peeking through. She walked up to him as he returned his attention to his book. She stood before him expecting a second look, but didn’t get it. She finally lifted a foot, and set it between his legs. Conrad looked up at her, not hiding his delay on glancing up her skirt to her bare pussy. His eyes met hers, and without an expression from either of them, she lifted her foot, and pushed his chest, pushing him back into the sofa. She put her foot on the floor, and gently lifting her skirt, she stepped closer to him, and slowly brought herself down onto her knees, straddling over his lap. She hung her hands on his strong shoulders, staring down into his eyes as she positioned herself over him, slowly lowering her body onto his lap, feeling his hands gently grab her sides. “This was my first album.” She noted.

“I figured so.” He replied staring back into her green globes. She began grinding against him slowly, rolling her head back from one shoulder along to the other. “MMMmmmmm……… I’ve never had a man make me come with his mouth. You are amazing.” She cooed. She felt his hands gently guiding her hips as she rode slowly over his crotch, rolling her head slowly side to side. His hands left the young woman’s sides, and she felt him slowly unbutton her blouse, pulling it open slowly.

He slipped his hand beneath the soft material, and ran his hand over her chest, slipping it up to her collar bone, and slowly following the inside edge of the strap downwards back over her breast, and along the lace edges. Hilary looked down at the leather glove that slide along her tight perky breasts. “WHat happened to your hand?” She asked. She reached up, gently pulling his hand off of her soft skin, and lightly pressed her hand flat against his.

“When I was f******n I was fixing a sink at a road side diner that was owned by a black family. Some local yokels wandered in, taking a seat in a far back booth. Amy, the owner’s f******n year old daughter. Got up, and went across to tell them they were closed. There were four of them. There were four of them. They jumped her, and wrestled her to the table. Her dad came running, and one of them stabbed him in the chest, and kicked him until he was a lump on the floor. Then kicked him a few more times just because he could. I was behind the counter, and they didn’t seem to know I was there. I took my pipe wrench, and dropped two of them. One of them jumped me from behind. The details got a little fuzzy after that. Somewhere along the fight, Amy bolted. Next thing I knew, I was slammed onto one of the tables, and had a hunting knife stabbed through my hand.” Hilary had stopped grinding against him, but was still holding her soft delicate hand against his large muscular gloved hand. She could feel his other hand gently rubbing her thigh, sending warm tingles through her body. “One of them went to chase Amy down. I wrapped my fingers around the hilt, and pulled the knife out of the table. At that point, it was adrenaline, and fear. I got my wrench back in my hand, and knocked the last three out cold. Amy had made it back to their trailer behind the diner, and her mom grabbed the shot gun, and kept the last redneck at bay until the sheriff arrived.”

“That’s terrible.” Duff moaned softly, reaching around with her other hand, holding his gloved hand with both of hers, rubbing it, and examining it as if she had never seen anything like it before.

Conrad shrugged. “The doctors said that by gripping it, and pulling on it, I had done irrevocable damage to it. He said I would never be able to use it again. For about a year I had to use just my left hand. It was hard as hell really, but I managed. One night I got really drunk, and grabbed a pen with my right hand. Hurt like hell, so I just kept drinking. After about half a Texas Mickey of Jack Daniels, I was scrawling my name across entire sheets of paper, and it looked like I was writing on a mechanical bull. By the end of the other half, and about three days, I was taking up half a page, and the bull was going slower. Took almost a year to be back to normal, and fully right handed again.”

“You taught yourself to use your hand again? That is so cool.” Hilary marvelled at the man’s hand, and his story. She slowly let his hand go, and smiled at him, as she felt it slowly grip her slender hips again. She rested her hands back on his shoulders, and smiled warmly at him. “You got me off. And now I’m going to get you off.” She announced. She shifted to slide off his lap, but he didn’t let her slip through his hands. She looked at him curiously as he shook his head.

“Stand up.” He softly instructed. Hilary slid off his lap, and rose to her feet. “Take your shirt off. Then your skirt. And don’t lose eye contact with me.” Hilary quietly slipped her open blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She bent over, digging her thumbs into the waist of her skirt, and pushed it down her long toned legs, her face tilting upwards as she bent over, hardly bending her knees, pushing the skirt down, but keeping her beautiful eyes on the handsome older man. She slowly stood up, standing practically naked again. Her white knee high socks, were the only article of clothing on her luscious body other than her black lace bra that seemed to be far too small for her impressive round firm breasts. She didn’t say anything. She just froze letting her naked body be examined by the strange man. A sense of fear, and excitement washed through her again. This was not like anything she had ever done before. Nothing of what he did was like anything she had ever done before.

“That looked easy.”

“Taking off my skirt?” Hilary shrugged. “I do a lot of stretches, and exercise.”

“I see.” Conrad let a slight grin briefly appear. “Keep your hands on your legs, don’t bend your knees, and bend over as far as you can, and don’t move until I tell you.” Hilary smiled as a sense of excitement came over her. She slowly did as she was told, lightly slipping her hands down her sides, as she bent over, her upper body slowly arcing over, and down towards her legs. She slowly let her head hang down, and was able to bend over even more. When she came to a complete stop, she was almost pressing her chest against her legs.

Conrad rose to his feet, and slowly sauntered around the bent over beauty. “Stand up.” He instructed taking a step behind her. She slowly straightened out again curious about what he was looking for. She moved her hands to brush her hair out of her face, but he called out for her to stop. She slowly let her hands fall back to her sides, leaving her hair in a fallen curtain around her face. Mackenzie stepped up behind her, gently pressing his strong body to her half naked frame. She grinned under her mop of soft hair as she felt him press against her, his right hand gently hooking onto her hip again. She could feel his bare left hand gently lay across her trim stomach, starting with the heel of his palm, and slowly rolling across her stomach, until it was pressed flat against her.

She felt him slip his head beside hers, and rest it lightly on her shoulder, while he gently slipped his hand down between her legs, rolling his finger tips gently across her warm pink slit. Hilary wanted to remark on how insatiable he seemed to be, but felt it was best to stay quiet. “With your left hand; brush your hair back.” He whispered. Hilary slowly brushed her long soft hair back out of her face, letting it fall behind her, and d**** around her neck, and shoulders. Her soft green eyes shifted slightly towards the man’s face, her face looking straight ahead. She took a slow breath through her teeth feeling the man’s strong fingers plunge gently into her slit. “You’re a very beautiful young woman. I am going to enjoy this.” He declared. Hilary smiled at the remark, eager for what was about to happen.

Conrad gently kissed her shoulder, and slowly pulled away from her. He turned, and walked off, leaving Hilary confused, and wanting.

CHAPTER 2

“Did you tell him about us?” Hailey asked cautiously.

“God no!” Hilary replied. She kept her voice low as she paced around the back yard of her house. She strolled around the swimming pool as it shimmered in the early morning California sun. She had gone to bed the other night, and as hard as it was, had fought the urge to finger fuck herself. The next morning she slipped into a pair of tight denim cut offs, and a bikini top, and slipped outside to check in with her sister who had gone back to Texas to visit friends. “But I don’t know. He’s smart. He knows things. He can read people.”

“So what are you going to do?”

Hilary paused. “Nothing. Just. I don’t know. Just…. I just needed to vent.”

“Vent. I need to get laid just listening to it.” Hailey confessed. “If I were you, I’d seduce him, and have him fuck your brains out. Then decide.”

Hilary had a quick laugh. “It’s not that easy with him. He doesn’t react like most people.”

“He will. God look at you. He’ll have no choice.”

“Honestly. I don’t know if I want him to. He kind of scares the hell out of me.”

“Yet you do everything he says?” Hailey joked.

“I know. Fuck I know.” She spun around to pace the other way, and froze suddenly seeing Mackenzie standing at the far end. “Fuck. I have to go.” She flipped her phone closed, and held it at her side. “I didn’t see you walk around.” She explained bashfully. She worried about what he had heard her say, and felt somewhat embarrassed to have been caught talking about him.

“It’s a gift.” He commented. He slowly walked up to her, keeping his hands at his sides. He had washed his clothes, and was wearing some old torn tshirt he had carried in his back pack. His jeans had dirt ground deep into the fibres that didn’t seem to ever wash out. His heavy coat was patched, and beaten up, and he looked out of place standing in the back yard of the celebrity’s mansion. He stepped up to Hilary, and slowly reached out, gently brushing her face. “Your sister is lucky to look as amazing as you. I can hardly wait to share the two of you.” He said. Hilary nervously cleared her throat. She watched his eyes dart from her to the glass back doors, then back to her. “Some one just pulled up.” He announced. Hilary scanned him curiously, but slowly started walking back to the house interested to see if he was right.

Conrad stepped through the back door, watching Hilary closing the front doors. She turned as she heard him close the sliding doors. “How did you hear that from the back yard?” SHe asked.

“It’s a gift.” He answered. “You normally turn visitors away?” He prodded.

Hilary held up a red envelope. “Tickets. My agent sent me tickets to some premier.”

“He just sends them, and you go?”

“It’s a publicity thing. Gets me out in the public eye. Keeps me on the pages of magazines, and such. People don’t forget about me between projects.” She explained. “Do you want something to eat?” She started for the kitchen.

“So. You should schedule more than that day ahead.” He replied, taking stride behind her.

“It’s not like that. This is Hollywood. Modern Hollywood. Times come, and times go, and we need to go to them. At least it’s not like the old days, and we were expected to have a date for the show.”

“There was some integrity to the old days.” Mackenzie replied, taking a seat at the stone tile topped island, as Hilary went about searching the cupboards for food. “Studios had control of the stars, and the American public wasn’t flooded with them daily, becoming sick of them. They watched what they did because there jobs depended on it. There was a control. An integrity.”

Hilary poked her head beneath a cupboard. “You’re k**ding, right?” She couldn’t believe the man was claiming the old ways were better, when the stars were controlled by the studios. She could hardly believe things ever went that way at any point. “They were slaves to corporations.”

“And what sort of slave are you to what sort of agent?” Hilary froze at the reply. A wave of humility washed over her. He had nailed that one dead on, and she knew it. “Turn around.” He instructed after a brief pause. Hilary slowly turned around, but couldn’t look directly at him, letting her eyes awkwardly searching the kitchen. Anywhere but at him. Mackenzie sat with his hands resting on the grey tiles. His back was straight, and he watched the gorgeous vixen carefully. “When did it start?”

Hilary’s eyes jumped on him, and he could see the surprise in her eyes. She wondered how he knew these things. She wondered how he made her feel the way he did, and most of all she wondered how crazy she was for having him in her house to begin with. “After Lizzie Maguire took off. I was developing faster than I was growing. He started hitting on me. I wasn’t new to it, but he was more… direct. One time I was having a meeting at his office. He was touching me. Telling me the usual. You know. How pretty I was. How talented I was. All that stuff. It was totally consensual. He was the first guy I gave a blow job to. I’d let him kiss me, and feel me up. When I turned fifteen, we started fucking. He wasn’t the only guy I was fooling around with by then. I was exploring.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m just some woman he represents, and likes to fuck, and get off with. It’s the business. I’m not stupid. I wasn’t then, and I’m not now. He wanted something, and so did I. Now it’s just a part of things.”

“When was the last time?”

Hilary thought for a bit. “About a month ago. It was in his office. Like it usually is. On his couch. Doggy. I swallowed his load, we arranged some auditions. It was a meeting.” SHe took a deep breath. What was it about him that made her divulge such details. She turned and started making toast. Conrad focused on Hilary’s tight round ass. How it felt against him as he stood behind her naked body the night before was fresh in his mind. The feeling of her delicate flesh was more than fresh in his mind. And the resistance he felt slipping his fingers into her. His eyes rolled up her back. She was definitely well built, and very attractive.

Breakfast was basic. Hilary made eggs, and toast. She joined Mackenzie on the island, and the two of them talked about her career. He managed to avoid pushing her sexual experiences as topics, and she had a feeling those would come later. He was stoic, and reserved. He occasionally grinned when she was laughing, but he never seemed to let his guard down, and it made her wonder if it was his guard, or simply how he was. When they finished eating, she gathered up the dishes, and started cleaning them. When they were done, and away, she turned around and suddenly stopped when she spotted him holding the red envelope, glancing down at it casually. “Do you want to be my date?” He looked up at her, leaning back slowly in his chair. She sauntered up towards him slowly, purposely swinging her hips. “I promise to wear something tight, and very revealing. I’ll have a limo pick us up. And we can do whatever we want.” She spoke with a smoky whisper, leaning her down onto her forearms on the table, and pushing her face forward looking up at Conrad. ”

Conrad stared down at her, and grinned. “You know I don’t really have the sort of clothes for a Hollywood premier. Not that I give a shit, but I know how the media plays things. You might not like it.”

“I have a feeling you’ll make it worth it. Besides. I can buy you better clothes. We could really have some fun with this. You should see how this biz works.”

“Come here.” He instructed turning his chair to the side. Hilary rose up, and walked around, standing in front of the young man, as he reached out, grabbing her belt, gently tugging her towards him, slipping his hands onto her hips, as she gazed down at him. “Say it.”

Hilary smiled curiously. “Say what?”

“You know. Just say it.”

Hilary grinned, and hung her head slightly, gently reaching up with her delicate fingers, playfully tugging at his shirt. The collar was tattered, and warn, and hardly held any real shape as it probably did when it was new. Hilary couldn’t believe how beat up his clothes were. She hardly had anything that looked that old and tattered, unless it was designed to. She bit her lip bashfully. “I want you to be my date.” She whispered. She felt his hands gently slide onto her ass, but unlike the other times, he was simply brushing over her form, and wasn’t grabbing at her. She felt strangely intrigued by how he could be so cold, and manipulative one moment, and then just touch her, and caress her without any segway. “I want to dress up, and have people looking at us. It would make me so happy. Please. I’ll beg anyway you want.” She playfully offered the last bit watching to see if it helped her plea.

Conrad stared into Hilary’s soft green eyes, as he stood up slowly, his body brushing against hers as she kept her eyes on his, gazing up at him, her hands flat on his chest, his hands curled around her hips. He gently cupped the back of her head, and softly leaned down, kissing the young woman softly, Hilary was stunned to feel the man kissing her so softly. Her eyes softly closed as she tasted him on her lips, and delicately kissed him back, pulling him closer to her. They pulled away, slightly, and he softly caressed her cheek as he stared down at her. “I’ll drive.” He softly announced. He quickly kissed her sweet red lips again, and slowly walked by her. Hilary kept her back on the young handsome man as she felt her body swell with excitement, and she let out a quick quiet squeal of excitement, taking a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure he was gone, and that he didn’t see her.

Hilary spent the morning doing laundry, and chatting on the phone. Some of her calls were juggling between her agent, and her label, but most of the time, she was just yakking with friends. Later that afternoon, she came bounding through the living room, and smiled brightly. She stopped in the living room, and slowly crept up to Mackenzie who was sleeping on the couch. Duff slowly swung her leg over his lap, and cautiously tried to stretch out over him, slowly bringing her body down onto his. Her long full bodied blond hair , hung around his face, as she delicately kissed him on the lips, running her tongue lightly across his slightly open mouth. He propped herself up slightly, and smiled down at him, watching him open his eyes on her. “Hey baby.” She greeted him with a warm eager smile. She looked along the curve of her arched back as she felt his hands gently rest on her tight buttocks again, and looked back down at him. “I think I found my dress. Not that you’ll let me wear it for very long.” She giggled playfully. She kissed him again, holding it longer this time feeling his tongue push through her mouth, and gently brush around her mouth, before the slowly broke apart. She moaned softly, rolling her head around letting her hair dance over his face.

The young elated woman looked back down at him, and smiled at him feeling him reach up and brush her hair back. “I want to look so sexy for you tonight. You make me feel so hot. I’ve never had someone fill me with such extremes of emotion. You scare me.” She slowly started rocking her body as she held herself up on her hands, tucked close to his head, and shoulder. “You arouse me. You humiliate me. But you always make me feel so good. And I want to show you how special you are.” She smiled down at him. “I want you to want me so badly tonight. You can’t wait to get my clothes off.” She moaned slowly, grinding against him. “And right now. I want to suck… your… cock.”

Conrad watched as the seductive beauty slid slowly down the man’s body, carefully rubbing her body over his, curling up between his legs at the bottom end of the couch. Her soft dainty hands slid slowly down his body behind her

Hilary wasted practically no time taking the man’s swollen prick into her wet warm mouth. She gasped eagerly when she pulled it out for the first time, stroking it slowly, and playfully with her warm soft hands, kissing his tip, smiling up at him, as he gazed down at her, watching her beautiful face manoeuvre around his prick, before she lifted her head, and slowly pushed his cock into her mouth, closing her lips around his shaft as she held the base, and started slipping up and down his prick, her soft hand stroking him in sync.

She sucked his cock slowly, taking her time switching between sucking it, and licking and kissing it, either way, her soft warm hands stroked it gently intermittently She loved feeling his hands gently holding her head, brushing her thick silky hair. She felt him push his pelvis into her firmly, but slowly just before he came, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow it. She could hardly believe he had so much cum, but it seemed to fire out of his cock in unrelenting pulses. She could feel the droplets that seeped out of her mouth oozing over her long thin fingers as she held his base. She swallowed as much as she could, gasping only for air when his prick stopped throbbing. She took a slowly deep breath, and gently licked the trails of cum off his shaft, and her fingers.

Hilary spent pretty much the rest of the afternoon getting ready. She scrubbed every inch of her amazing young body wanting to make sure her skin was as flawless as it had ever been for the night. She got out of the bathtub, and started working on her hair. She didn’t do anything too fancy. Some styling on the front, and a bit of a bun with the rest of her long mane hanging out. She slipped on a tiny black lace thong, and was about to slip into the dress when she looked up to see Mackenzie standing in her doorway. She smiled at him, never able to tell what he was thinking as he stared at her topless form. “You always sneak up.” She quietly commented.

Conrad shrugged slowly walking towards her. He stepped up to her, gently taking her hand, and pulling her against him. He cupped her face in his hands, and softly kissed her. The two of them stood silently kissing each other passionately. Hilary cooed as she felt Mackenzie grope her firm full breast in his hand, and moved his mouth from her sweet full lips to her erect lightly discoloured nipple, taking it between his lips, sucking it as he gently squeezed her breast. Duff moaned, and whimpered as the man sent amazing tingles through her practically naked body. “Oh fuck! Why do you have to fucking get me so hot!? You know I want you to fuck me already.” She turned her head slightly, opening her mouth wide, taking the pointer finger from the hand that still lightly held her face, into her mouth, sucking it gently as he continued to suck on her tit.

He lifted his head, pulling his finger from her mouth, and letting her firm beautiful breast go slowly. He stared at her, gazing into her eyes “I walk around this house, and see pictures of you growing up. I see you going from a young beautiful girl, to a drop dead gorgeous woman. I look at publicity shots, family photos, candid paparazzi pictures, and all those photos you posed for in magazines, movie posters, and all your album covers.” He turned the stunning young woman around, stepping up behind her, sliding his hands down her arms, gently setting his mouth in the crook of her neck. “I think of all the lucky bastards out there who have been lucky enough to explore your hot young teenage body.” He slipped on hand onto Hilary’s trim stomach, and she reached her arm back around gently brushing his short brown hair, as the two of them swayed slowly. He paused briefly to kiss her soft neck, his first hand slowly coming up her skin to her firm amazing breasts, his other hand slowly finding its way between her legs, pushing his fingers into the soft moist material that covered her warm hot pussy.

He lifted his lips slightly to her ear, his warm breath on her skin as he spoke quietly. “I think of those luscious lips of yours sucking the countless cocks, and brushing the countless pussy as you licked and sucked your way through life. The thought of your beautiful naked teenage body. Thinking of how cute you were as a girl, and how hot it must have been to see you naked as a complete young tight package.” Hilary closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as Mackenzie rubbed her slit sending her into an orgasm. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he talked about how he wanted her younger self, and as she felt his hands on the woman she was now. His hands groped, and massaged her breasts, running his thumb over her erect sensitive nipples. “I see all those pictures of you growing up, and think of how amazing you must have been to use. And then I think of the hot young thing you are. I think of your mouth riding my cock, the feel of your soft warm flesh, and the amazing curves that connect your fantastic breasts to your tight hot ass.” He stepped away from her, and turned her to face him. The want, and lust was more than evident on her face. Her pussy juices ran down her long luxurious legs. She was on the brink of another finger induced orgasm. “And you tell me how hard it is on you for me to turn you on.” H remarked. He kissed her gently on the lips. He nuzzled her neck again, running his mouth lightly over her goose pimpled flesh, locking his hands with hers. “Now put your hot little body in something nice that I can tear from your body later, because whatever you wear is never going to be worn again.” He noted. He reached around her, and pulled her gruffly against him kissing her hungrily again, his hand grabbing her tight ass, pulling her hard against him. He pulled away. Hilary was not there. She was in some state of bliss, and would return to reality later. She had decided earlier that nearly getting ****d was well worth meeting the handsome stud.

Hilary’s room was a mess. It looked like a disaster area. Katrina had nothing on her naked body getting thrown around her room by Conrad’s powerful naked form. Pictures that had been carefully place all over her room were knocked over, and some had even fallen and broken. He desk had been used as a fuck surface more than twice the whole night, and most of the neatly kept items had been knocked to the floor with no real concern for it’s safety. A large rip in a poster of a tiny kitten hanging from a tree branch had been torn when Mackenzie slammed the young hot woman against the wall, and fucked her violently against the wall, which turned out to be one of several times the wall was incorporated into the passionate fuck fest. After getting slammed like a demolished building gets slammed by the wrecking ball, Hilary quickly took the man’s throbbing cock into her mouth tasting her own sweet juices, and his precum. She had time to suck it briefly, and stroke it a few times, before he grabbed her beautiful hair, and pulled her away from him unapologetically moving about her naked sweating body to enter her holes again.

The movie sucked, but since Hilary had given Conrad a long lasting round of road head as they drove through the Hollywood hills, the taste of his cum lingered on her tongue as she watched the low grade movie, and she hardly paid any attention to it anyway. Conrad didn’t attend the movie. He watched the young woman model her sexy form for the cameras until she was almost inside, and drove off. Hilary thought a blow job would help him to change his mind, but he simply kissed her before they pulled up, and wished her well. She begrudgingly got out of the car, and quickly smiled for the thrones of celebrity watchers. She texted him when the movie was over, and he picked her up right out in front again.

They were hardly up the driveway, before Hilary was ready to let the man take her, and he was even more ready to take her. They passionately kissed in the car, and Hilary reached her soft hand down his pants, feeling the raging hard on she had sucked carefully just hours before, and was dying to feel it spread her pussy. She wondered if that was the only thing it would split.

The first thrust into her, felt like an Indy car tearing through a crowd. Hilary exploded into an orgasm right there, as their bodies fell back onto her bed, and she screamed in ecstasy. How the fuck did he make her so horny, and make one simple thrust reach so deep. Hilary remembered seeing the clock in the truck reading 10:00 when they pulled into the driveway, but as she felt Conrad’s sexy body wrapped close to her, his hand slipped over her side, and she clutched it in her hands, holding it close to her chest as she finally was able to completely relax and let her ravaged, savagely fucked body relax, she was watching the sun come up out her bedroom window.

She was curious about him reaching over her soft young body at first when it was finally decided they just couldn’t fuck each other any more. She twisted around to face him as he shifted into the bed behind her. “What?” He asked catching the curious glance on her sweat covered face before kissing her forehead.

“It’s just. I usually have to make my boyfriends cuddle after sex.”

“Boyfriend?” Mackenzie prodded. Hilary blushed, and looked away. She had just said it. She had just said boyfriend, and was classifying him in that category. She felt him rest his hand on her hip, and wriggle his body up against her back. She clutched his hand with her, and pulled it to her chest, wrapping the