1. Hollywood


    Date: 12/26/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    being confounded had dried her eyes. “But,” She shook her head as if from a daze, “Why you need to prove this? You Supergirl!” “Please stop calling me that.” “Alfredo never ask me this. To fuck someone.” She waved at the screen to prove her point, but the ramming of her husband’s hips, hard, up into Annette’s stiffening body kind of confused things. The maid tutted and went to stop the video. “Wait,” Annette said. “What?” The maid’s voice rose an octave, “You like this, you want to watch now?” “Listen! Listen!” Her sex-taped-self huffed and shuddered; Alfredo pounded relentlessly, tirelessly. Annette threw back her head and howled at the sky. “Yes, Yes, YES! GREGOOOR!” “See?” Annette said. “Just for Gregor. I was thinking about him the whole time I…” The maid shut off the screen, and gripped the camera in a fist. Annette tingled with the expectation of being bludgeoned with it. The maid went to stand up. “I keep this,” she said. “No!” Annette gripped the woman’s wrist. “Please. Let me give it back to Gregor. He won’t forgive me without it. I promise you, no-one will ever see it.” The maid shook her head, waved her away and stood. Annette stayed on her knees. All the better for begging. “You don’t understand. I did something wrong, and this is what he wanted. To make it right.” The maid pursed her lips and crossed her arms, tapping her fingers. Annette took this as permission to explain. “I was away, filming a costume drama, last week. When I’m filming, Gregor and I, we make ...
    video calls. Intimate ones.” “Intimate. Mean sexy, yes?” “Yes. He likes to see me. In my costumes. I… you know.” “Supergirl. Polite talk, now. Is insulting.” “I pleasure myself. In costume, on the webcam. For him. For us. We both like it.” The maid shrugged. “So this time. I was in my trailer, on the camera, in my Victorian underwear, you know like corset and stockings and… well just that… and doing… it. And my co-star—“ “Sophia deRey, yes I read about film you make. Cowboy whore film.” “Yes, well. The next day we had to do a love scene, Sophia and I. And Sophia, she’s a lesbian. So she was ok with it. But I’m not, and she promised we could spend some time getting, like, comfortable with each other before the scene.” The maid rolled her hand, but her eyes were rapt and glittering. “Ok. So she never knocks. She just waltzes into my trailer and sees me and thinks I'm doing this for her. I mean, I’m standing in front of my laptop, stroking my ass for Gregor and I like, freak. I turn off the camera in a panic, and she starts kissing my butt cheeks and it feels so hot, then she bends me over this chair and… you know.” “She eat you?” “Umm yes, and it kind of gets me going. I mean she is very, very good and somehow a woman, down there? I never knew, it’s way better than a man, especially when the woman is this movie legend like Sophia. I mean imagine, looking down between your legs, at your rudest place, and there is this beautiful film star doing the rudest… Anyway. So I do her too. ...