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Deep Secret Ch. 22 – Opulence free porn video
In the classic 1959 Alfred Hitchcock film, North by Northwest, there’s an interesting bit that comes about two-thirds of the way through the film when Roger Thornhill, played by Cary Grant, and the Professor (Leo G. Carroll, for those of a certain age, TV’s Topper), a covert government agency head, are outdoors, walking to a waiting airplane. They’re talking, but the sound of the aircraft prevents us, the audience, from hearing any of it. We are left in the dark. It is Hitchcock’s way of showing the audience that key information is passed from the Professor to the formerly unsuspecting ad agency executive, but now in-on-the-plot Thornhill, without letting the viewer know what that information is. It’s such a simple device, but it’s pivotal for the third act of the film.
While it’d be foolish to compare myself to Cary Grant or even any run of the mill leading man, a sad reality dawned on me: there was no Professor in my story. Between Simone and Clint I guess I trusted Simone most, but honestly I’d never seen General Ostrow, Hastings, or any of the others before that clandestine subterranean meeting and didn’t expect to see any of them again. It just would have been nice to know more about what was really happening as we approached that fateful Halloween night’s event.
The Roger Rabbit costume that Simone had gotten for me was surprisingly comfortable. The mask was an elaborate, three-dimensional thing that had some kind of mesh over much of the face, but it was painted in such a way that I could see almost perfectly, but you could not see my face.
I decided it would be fun to drive to Simone’s in full costume – it was Halloween, after all – and it was. There were teenage and young adult revelers on the streets adding to the night’s festivity. It was a chilly night, though. The moonless sky only added to the otherworldliness of the evening.
Simone was waiting for me downstairs at her place, wrapped in a fur coat. I couldn’t tell if it was part of her outfit or not, but she looked like a million bucks, just what I could see of her: red lipstick, make-up, and earrings. I completely believed that her hair was natural: long and redheaded. It made her look extraordinarily sexy – and this was before one could see anything about her body. In her heels she was over six feet tall.
She shined. She sparkled. She was radiant.
The moment she opened the door I was bathed in the familiar scent of her perfume. She threw her bag in the back and got in. Once she was settled her coat opened a little. She was wearing a pearl necklace with a Roger Rabbit diamond pendant. The pearls and diamonds looked real to me, but I wasn’t sure if they were. What? I’m just a dumb guy. What do I know from diamonds and pearls? Regardless, it was certainly a nice touch.
Furthermore, it simply felt good to have her next to me. She told me that the plans had changed and that Davidson had been forced, for unknown reasons, to have the private party at his mansion, the same place that the office Halloween part was going to be held. She explained that, although this meant a change in the team’s planning for the evening, all the bases were covered.
We were pretty quiet as we drove to the party. About halfway there she asked me if I wanted a quick blowjob. It was a tempting offer, but after discussing it we decided that doing it while driving – and as Jessica and Roger Rabbit – was probably not the best idea on many different levels.
The house had originally been designed as a luxury inn, but over the years it had morphed into a rich man’s estate – a rich man who did a lot of entertaining.
We followed signs that showed us where to park and walked quite some distance on a concrete path that meandered through a dark and beautiful landscape to the house. From the outside it looked like a 19th Century French chateau or a British manor house. Of course, it was neither.
Once we left the parking area and were on the walkway it was quiet except for a low murmuring sound, like machinery. At one point the path diverged. We decided to be adventurous and took the route not going in the direction of the house. For at least a hundred yards or so we heard the machinery noise getting louder until we came upon a greenhouse. The noise appeared to be coming from the back, probably a heating unit.
‘Hey, mister, how about that blowjob?’ Simone asked me in a low, sultry voice a la Jessica Rabbit, while opening the door to the dark greenhouse.
‘Uh, I, uh,’ I stammered. Of course it would be nice to have a blowjob, but we were still Roger and Jessica Rabbit. What if we were discovered? At that moment, I hated that I was so responsible. How foolish of me.
She perseverated and I caved in less than fifteen seconds of voicing some pretty inane reasons not to have her give a blowjob. (Sometimes I can be really dumb.)
In addition to the welcomed warmth, the greenhouse had some dim safety lights on and we walked through slowly seeing the beautiful backlit flowers and assorted flora. At the end of a row was a wooden set of three or four steps, probably used for maintenance to the overhead sprinkler system.
‘Wonderful,’ said Simone, leading me up the steps so I was standing, looking out across the plants. Fortunately, it was next to a post. Just as I grabbed it, Simone unzipped my Roger Rabbit red overalls and pulled out my dick. Standing on the set of steps, it was right at face level.
Simone began simply. She slowly, but with a fair amount of pressure, licked the head, around and around, holding my shaft with both of her gloved hands.
Once I was fully erect – and, after all, it did take a full 20 seconds or so! – she stopped to explain, ‘Ed, listen, though I want to do this right, I don’t want to mess up my make-up. Do you mind if I just deep throat you?’
Now, what kind of a question is that?
‘Sweetie, whatever you want to do is great. You know how much I love when you suck…’
I didn’t have to finish the statement. Maybe it was that I simply couldn’t finish the statement, because at that moment she moved her head close to my body, her face actually touching my red overalls, my cock deeply ensconced in her throat.
It was so sudden. It was heaven. It left me speechless.
I couldn’t see her well in the darkened greenhouse, but I could feel her tongue working its magic on the underside of my shaft while its tip felt like it was stroking down near my balls. I never figured out how this was (a) do-able and (b) pleasurable for her. It seemed like it would be so difficult to do at all, much less have the feeling be an orgasm inducing one.
Regardless of the mechanics of it, she was having fun. This I could tell by the moaning coming from somewhere deep inside her. I ran my hands over her redheaded hair and thought about how natural it felt. You’d never know it was a wig.
Before I knew it, Simone knew that everything she was doing was leading me to a climax. She continued to suck, lick, and throat me so that I was putty in her hands, as it were.
Just before I was about to come she did something that surprised me. She pulled me out of her throat, grabbed my butt with both hands, and started forcefully shoving me in and out of her mouth and throat. She’d pull me all the way out, her mouth still wide open, then shove me deep down her throat, then she’d repeat the process. She rarely did this just as I was near coming so it was a surprise and, though pleasurable, it had the effect of making me take a little longer to finally come.
When I did though, I was just on a reentry and it was wonderful. Her tongue pushed me up to the roof of her mouth, her lips made some kind of motion, tightening their ‘O’ shape. The whole surprise maneuver caused my first shot to fire into her open throat. She gagged from the surprise shot and then held my cock firmly on her tongue so that all of the other shots bathed her tongue in my cock juice.
On each s
hot, she made a small squeal. In fact, I think I made one too. After the second shot, I think it was, she began to climax herself. We were probably a sight, if anyone had seen us, tall Jessica Rabbit standing up, giving Roger’s dick a suck for all it was worth. And it was worth a lot.
After eight or nine bursts of cum in her mouth, I began to feel that the orgasm was ending. Another two or three small shots ended the array. Though I was just about through, Jessica/Simone was just at the height of her orgasm. She kept me completely enclosed in her mouth for at least a minute or so until the end of her climax. It was a feeling that I could relive and relive for eternity.
Eventually, though, we must all move on, as they say. Slowly and carefully, while maintaining a tight seal around my cock, Jessica/Simone swallowed the mouthful of my juices. In fact, she did it in two separate swallows, first a large one, followed by a smaller one. The extra pressure that I felt each time she swallowed almost made me start to get hard again, but I quickly quashed the idea. We did need to wrap this up and get to the party. Oh yeah. Remember the party?
I was feeling awfully close to wanting to drive home and curl up with Simone. That can happen to anyone after a great blowjob, I think. But, duty called. I was going to be doing something to help the world, I thought to myself, as the cooler air of the greenhouse surrounded my naked penis.
Of course, I was also going to be helping out my girlfriend. We had become so close and the relationship had grown in just a few months. It felt wonderful to be with her. Yet, now, as I got tucked back into my cartoon red pants and led down the steps, I began to consider the evening ahead.
I was still a little unclear on Simone’s role in either of the two parties, when she was going to leave, what was going to happen when I went to the office for the files, and what was going to happen when I returned. Was she going to still be there or was she going to be at the other party?
It was all starting to bounce around my head as we left the greenhouse and wandered on the moonlit path back to the main route to the mansion. I couldn’t quite figure out what I was supposed to do, but I knew that Simone would give me my cues.
We walked up across a great courtyard to the entrance where several security people were standing, emotionless expressions on their faces. One of them asked for my invitation and, eyeing it quickly, opened the door to a flood of sound, light, and gaiety.
After some pretty young thing dressed like Florence Nightingale – but, at least from the photos I’d seen of Ms. Nightingale, much prettier – checked my invitation, we were welcomed through a foyer the size of my apartment onto a landing a few steps up from and overlooking a large space, chockablock with costumed revelers enjoying the merriment. The warm, comfortable room was a cross between the inn from Holiday Inn and a luxury hotel lobby. There were seating arrangements along the sides and in the middle of most of the space, each area generally focused around a large but low table, covered with table cloths, and surrounded with sofas and comfy arm chairs. At one end of the room was a fireplace large enough that one could drive a pickup truck through it. At the other end was a 10 or 12 piece band on risers at the back of a stage. At the moment a man and woman dance team was working beautifully on a tap dance to a Cole Porter song.
The party was filled with an amazing variety of costumes, some quite traditional. Everyone was there: Batman, Sam Spade, Sleeping Beauty, Mae West, Stan and Ollie, Mickey Mouse, several firemen, Superman, a few doctors and nurses, Marilyn Monroe, and a couple of football players, to name a few. I couldn’t tell who anyone was. In fact, I could have been at any party for the lack of knowledge of who any of the other guests were. Were these people my coworkers?
Who could tell?
Another pretty young thing dressed like a Las Vegas show girl offered to take my coat, while her co-coat checker/showgirl offered to take Simone’s. As I was finishing removing my coat from the comically out of proportion Roger Rabbit costume, I heard Simone tell the girl that she’d keep hers on for now.
As we walked down the few steps to the large, sunken living room – though it appeared to be about half the size of a football field! – I thought about the briefing for the night’s mission. As I said, I was still a little fuzzy on the who and when and how of my part: Who was going to know I was there in this Roger Rabbit costume? When would I be asked to leave for the office? How was I supposed to go to some place in my office to which I’d never been?
It all seemed pretty nebulous, but, again, I trusted Simone and her troop. I trusted they had their plan. And the less I knew about it, I hoped, the better.
We mingled with a few people I knew. I could tell the first woman with whom I worked by her voice. She was from Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and had this cute drawl, pretty rare for the people in this part of the country. What was even funnier was her costume. She was dressed as Marie-Antoinette, her costume a cross between the Sofia Coppola/Kirsten Dunst version and the one by Le Brun. One thing I’d never noticed about her were her breasts. Maybe it was the costume or a Wonderbra. Regardless, there was quite a bit of boob thrust upward over the top of her dress. After I introduced Simone to her, she introduced us to several of the others with whom she was speaking. With a few of them, once I knew, it was not hard to see some distinctive traits. With a few others, their costumes were still quite convincing.
We walked around and mingled. Many of the people did as I did and took off their masks, helmets, or whatever was covering their faces so they could chow down on the lush and decorated platters of food and drink. Simone and I found a cozy intersection of a few couches, plunked ourselves down, and began to talk to a couple I knew pretty well from my department.
About fifteen minutes later, Simone excused herself. I expected that she’d gone to the ladies room, but after some time it seemed like she’d been gone a long time. I began to think about the ‘plan’ for the evening when the lights dimmed slightly. The room, accompanied by the orchestra, faded to silence.
A curtain had been drawn across the stage and the light from a small, bright spotlight suddenly appeared in the middle of the curtain, immediately followed by a collective hush of stillness in the crowd.
A beautiful bare leg, with a reddish stiletto heeled shoe surprised everyone when it slowly snaked out from between the two curtains. It appeared to be the longest and most beautifully shaped leg one had ever seen. After it put the shoe down on the stage floor, very slowly a round, large pink shimmering object began to grow out of the same opening in the curtain, eventually revealing itself as only I knew at that moment as one of Simone’s large breasts.
The moment the band started to vamp with a familiar refrain, the curtain slowly opened as she appeared, still with her fur wrapped around her shoulders, only part of the front of her dress visible to the audience. It was no secret now though, that this woman had cleavage galore.
Slowly and in time to the beat of the band she walked sexily around the stage. As the band became a little louder, she stopped, with her back to the crowd. She let the coat slip off her shoulders and down to just above the crack between her cheeks revealing the fact that the dress was backless down to just about that same location. From her long sexy torso, to her narrow waist and then flaring out to the rise at her hips, she was lovely. The audience was painfully aware that they were looking at a rare thing of beauty, but still being teased by it.
‘Who was this person?’ was the question in everyone’s mind. You could hear a low buzz of whispers around the room. After being mesmerized by her hips slo
wly moving to the music, she threw the coat off to the side of the stage and turned around to face the audience. The whispers stopped as the figure of this creature made everyone gasp at her sexy beauty.
She walked forward to the front of the stage and began to sing:
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