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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 11 - Jennifer Love Hewitt

By Carnage Jackson

carnagejackson@hotmail.com

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Standard Disclaimer:

You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest.

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask!

This is Part 11 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
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Straightening my light blue bow tie, I ran my hand down my chest,
straightening out my cummerbund. Putting on my black tuxedo jacket, I
grabbed my keys and wallet and hustled out the door.

I was going to be escorting the buxom and beautiful young actress
Jennifer Love Hewitt to the premiere to her new movie, "Heartbreakers".
This was my first movie premiere in the six months since I began
running my father's talent agency out here in L.A. and though I've been
to many black tie events (you may remember my recount of the People's
Choice Awards with Jessica Alba) this one I was really looking forward
to, primarily so that I could spend time with Jennifer. Back in
college, she had been a popular girl around my dorm room, with all
three of my roommates and myself watching the dreadful "I Know What You
Did Last Summer" over and over again, just for Jennifer. If only the
guys could see me now...

My affection towards her was really just a school boy crush, but
nevertheless I was going to relish walking down that red carpet with
her by my side. I almost fell out of my chair when I read in Variety
that the premiere was coming up. I had called Jennifer at home to ask
her if I could be her date that night.

"Hello?"

"Hi Jennifer, it's me Dean," I said to her.

"Oh hey Dean!" she said excitedly. This was pretty common practice with
her whenever we spoke over the phone. She always seemed to sound like
an over excited teenager when I called. We had not actually met in
person yet, conducting all of our previous business over the phone, so
I hoped that I would get a chance to accompany her on the night of the
premiere.

"SHIT!" Jennifer said loudly into the phone, enough to startle me. "Hold
on just one second Dean,"

I heard her put the phone on a table or something and listened intently
to see if everything was all right. I could have sworn I heard moaning
in the background, but it was probably my over active sex drive WANTING
to hear something like that.

A minute or two later, she picked up the phone again. "Sorry about that,
I was watching TV and when I got up to answer the phone, I accidentally
knocked the remote to the floor. It changed the channel and landed on
one of those porn stations on the satellite system," she said, out of
breath after having run to quickly change the channel. So I WASN'T
hearing things. I decided to try and have a little fun with the porn
thing, mainly for my own benefit.

"Sure Jennifer. You knew I was going to call and that thought got you
all hot and bothered so you decided to put on some porn," I said to her
in a half joking manner. If only that had been true.

Jennifer laughed in response, that trace of her teenage giggles still
apparent in her light laughter.

"Yea, that's it Dean. Just the thought of you - never mind the fact that
we have never seen each other before - gets my panties all wet,"
Jennifer said, playing along with the joke.

"See, I told you. Women around the world can't hear the name "Dean"
without shuddering in orgasm," I said laughing myself at the
conversation we were having.

Jennifer laughed again but finally said "So, why did you REALLY call?"

"I called to see if you need any accompaniment to the premiere of
Heartbreakers next week," I replied, crossing my fingers under my desk
that she would say yes.

"Hmm... I hadn't really thought about that. See, my agent is kind of a
slacker and he forgot to remind me of the date of the premiere,"
Jennifer said, getting in her own personal jab at me. I took it in
light fun. "But yea, since I am dateless right now, I'd love it if you
came with me,"

"Sounds great. The premiere starts at 9 so I'll be there to get you at
7. Traffic and all...you know," I said.

And that brings me to where I am now. I had the driver of the company
limo, Leonard, pick me up around 6 to allow time for the 45 minute
drive up to Jennifer's Malibu house. Pulling up to the gate, Leonard
parked out front and walked up to the buzzer. I had my window cracked
and I watched him do this. The gate opened and Leonard walked up the
driveway to Jennifer's home. I took the spare moment to give myself one
last look in the mirror, gave my brown hair a quick comb and then sat
back in my seat. Glancing out the window again, I saw Leonard walking
down the driveway with Jennifer on his arm.

She was much shorter than I thought she would be, probably no more than
5'2. She was wearing a silky black dress with spaghetti straps over the
shoulders. The dress stretched down to her mid calves. Her ample
breasts were highly accentuated by the dress, and the cleavage she was
sporting was unbelievable. Over her shoulder she carried a small black
purse that looked to be made of the same material as her dress. As she
got nearer to the car, she looked taller than she probably was because
of the four inch high black shoes she was wearing.

Leonard seemed to be quite pleased with himself for escorting such a
beautiful woman as Jennifer down her driveway, even if no one but me
was there to see it. Leonard was one of the hangers-around from when I
took over the business, a short older man, with gray and balding hair.
He had that classic "well-aged and still semi attractive" look that can
only be found out here in Hollywood. Still, he looked like a kid again
as he smiled, opening the door for Jennifer as she got in the limo.
Leonard hustled back to the drivers seat and we were off.

"Wow Jennifer, you look amazing," I said to her. Her auburn brown hair
was up in a bun over her head and I couldn't help but notice how well
she was fitted to play the role of Audrey Hepburn in that TV bio pic
about a year ago. She blushed at my comment.

"Thanks. You must be Dean," she said, extending her hand. I took it in
mine and shook it, feeling the texture of her manicured nails run over
my palm when our handshake broke.

"I'm glad you're not a troll or anything. You are actually very
handsome. I didn't know WHAT you would look like after only talking to
you on the phone," Jennifer said, laughing a little as she said it. Now
it was my turn to blush slightly.

"Thank you. I used to dress and eat like a pig back in college but since
I moved out here, I have gotten in much better shape. I feel healthier
too. Must be something in this California air," I replied, smiling.

"Yeah. The smog!" Jennifer said, and we both broke into laughter.

The rest of the car ride was a lot of fun. Jennifer and I carried on a
really good conversation. I found talking to her was just like hanging
out with an old friend, albeit a very beautiful and famous one.

Pulling into the long line of limos outside the Mann Chinese Theater
where the premiere was being held, I knew it was showtime. Jennifer had
already begun primping herself slightly in the mirror next to her. The
car inched forward for a few minutes until we reached the entrance. A
nicely dressed valet opened the door for us. Stepping out first, I was
there to take Jennifer's hand as she got out of the car. I was
momentarily blinded however, by the sudden barrage of flashes from the
cavalcade of press standing behind the guard barriers, all striving to
get that perfect shot of Jennifer as she walked down the red carpet.
Jennifer took her time moving inside, stopping occasionally to pose for
a picture. She was all smiles, waving and doing the typical Hollywood
star thing for the press.

When we finally got inside, the theater was packed full of people. Most
of them were the crew and producers of the film and their assorted
wives, mistresses or girlfriends. I stayed close to Jennifer, lingering
behind her and making chit chat with various people from the studios
that I saw. Jennifer was doing the same, except for with the crew of
the movie and the other stars. I saw her walk over to where Gene
Hackman and Sigourney Weaver were standing. Figuring it would be a
private conversation, I headed over to the bar outside the entrance to
the theater and got Jennifer and myself a drink.

Walking over to where Jennifer was still standing talking, I handed her
the drink.

"Sigourney, Gene, this is Dean Simonds, my agent," Jennifer said, taking
my arm in her hand and introducing me.

Gene Hackman was much shorter than I thought he would be, but I was
still amazed that I was standing in the capacity of one of the best
actors around. We shook hands and he said "Nice to meet you Dean. You
make sure you arrange some deal where Jennifer and I can work together
again. She's such a blast to have on set," Gene said as he smiled
politely. I knew that stars didn't like being seen by their agents
mingling with other heads of an agency, so I told him I would try and
turned my focus to Sigourney.

By contrast, she was very tall, much taller than I thought she would be.
 We shook hands and said hello, but she seemed to be preoccupied with
something else and said "Excuse me, I've got to go finish mingling,"
and walked away. Gene took this as his cue to leave too, before patting
me on the shoulder and walking off in the direction of Sigourney.

Alone again, Jennifer took me by the arm once more and we began making
our way to the seats. Unlike what it appears to be on television for
the Oscars, the theater was much smaller than I thought. It was already
starting to get filled so we ended up having to take a seat in the
middle of the theater floor. I sat down, but Jennifer remained
standing, leaning this way and that as she shook hands or gave hugs to
people she saw coming in. Leaning over me, her beautiful breasts, the
object of lust for so many men and boys around the world, were just
inches from my face. The smell of her perfume was almost arousing as
her lush, tanned skin was so close to me. I longed to reach out and
touch her, but knew that it would be all over the papers and that it
would ruin my budding reputation.

After filling up the bottom floor, the studio head for MGM got on stage
and said a few words. Since the film was a comedy, the crowd was pretty
raucous and loud, but in a fun way. He left the stage after a few
minutes and was replaced by a gigantic screen coming down from the
rafters. The lights dimmed and the movie started playing. The first
scene was really funny and the audience showed this, as the whole
auditorium was filled with laughter. The movie continued and I settled
in for what I hoped would be a good movie. If Hollywood liked it, that
meant that the public would love it, and that would make Jennifer's
bargaining in future projects go up.

About fifteen minutes into it though, Jennifer grew a little restless in
her seat. I looked over to see what she was doing and saw that she was
reaching into her purse. Pulling out a black towel, she carefully
unfolded it and reached over to me, draping across my lap. Her arm had
been resting next to mine on the arm rest up until now, but slowly she
moved it away from mine, sliding it over to my leg so very carefully.
The next thing I knew, her small hand was moving up my thigh and onto
my crotch. The room suddenly seemed to get much hotter as her hand
finally came to rest right on top of my dick. I could feel myself
hardening slightly under her touch, but tried to control myself. And
then she started unzipping my zipper.

"Jennifer, what are you doing?" I whispered to her. All she said in
return was "Shhh..."

Showing my inexperience at events like these, I stupidly asked "Why
aren't you watching the movie?"

Jennifer shot me a coy and a little angry look. I felt her hand start to
move away, but then she thought better of it.

"Relax. I've already seen it. Bootleg off of the Internet," she said
with a smile now. "Just relax and let me do the work,"

Her hand furthered it's exploration of my pants, and I felt it slip
inside into my boxer shorts and make contact with my now hard cock. I
tried to act like nothing was happening. Glancing over at the man next
to me, he was too interested in the movie to even care about what was
going on in the seat next to him.

Jennifer took my cock in her hand and slowly, so agonizingly slowly,
pulled about 3/4 of it out of my pants. Then she began moving her hand
up and down at a very slow pace. I think that if she had sped up, I
would have moaned loudly and shot my wad all over her hand then and
there, Hollywood be damned.

Jennifer's pace was a bit maddening, but it felt so good. I could feel
her nails, only a few minutes before shaking the hands of some of
Hollywood's elite, rubbing against my skin so lightly and delicately.
She moved her thumb down on the downward strokes and teased and flicked
my balls a little, causing me to shut my mouth as tight as I could to
keep from groaning out.

I laid my head back on the seat and again tried to act naturally.
Jennifer meanwhile had her other hand in her lap and seemed to be
paying attention to the movie, occasionally glancing over at me as she
rubbed and teased my cock head up and down. I felt her index finger run
over the top of my slit and smear the precum all over the rest of the
head. Her pace sped up a little after that, and I knew I was on the
verge of cumming. Jennifer sensed it too, and her hand was now moving
much faster than initially. I leaned forward slightly so that it wasn't
too apparent that I was getting a fantastic hand job from one of
Hollywood's hottest young stars. I closed my eyes and bucked my hips a
little bit as I felt my hot cum rising from within my balls.

Jennifer acted quickly though, and leaned my dick forward. Aiming it at
the handkerchief, I exploded in orgasm as my wad shot all over the
inside of the cloth. I must have blown almost a gallon of cum, but the
cloth was pretty thick and seemed to absorb it all. Feeling my cock
soften, Jennifer moved the remaining dry portion of the handkerchief
(what little there was) over my now deflated 9 inch cock and cleaned it
off. Putting my cock back in my pants with her nimble hands, Jennifer
carefully saved one big dollop of it on her finger. She reached over
with her other hand and neatly folded the handkerchief up, it still
soaking with my cum, and put it back in her purse. She zipped me back
up carefully and slowly again, and then finally moved her hand away.
Her finger still holding my cum, she casually moved the tip of it up to
her mouth and sensually licked it clean. Her eyes shut as she enjoyed
the taste of it, sticking her whole finger in her mouth and licking it
clean.

Folding her hands neatly back in her lap, Jennifer focused her attention
on the movie. I tried to act calm and normal for the rest of the show,
but after what had just transpired, it was more than a little hard. I
would look over at Jennifer occasionally, but she continued to stare
straight ahead and I began to wonder almost if the whole thing really
had happened.

The movie concluded an hour or so later and we got back into the limo.
At first, neither of us said anything. I sure as hell wasn't going to
say the first word about it, for fear that I may really have just had a
fantasy about her while in the theater and I didn't want to completely
embarrass myself about it.

Finally though, Jennifer spoke, quietly and a little indignantly.

"You know Dean, you could have said thank you," Jennifer said, the
orange tint of the passing street lamps of the L.A. freeway a blur as
we pulled away from the theater as she leaned her face against the cool
leather of the inside interior of the limo, her face casting a
disinterested stare.

I was stunned for a moment, but then regained my though process. "I'm
sorry about that Jennifer. It just seemed so surreal. I have to admit
that just two years ago when I was still in college, you were one of
the women I masturbated to the most. I feel really weird telling you
that, but I just want you to know that I did appreciate it. A lot," I
said. I couldn't bring myself to look at her as I said this, partly out
of shame but more from sheer embarrassment at doubting the sexual
effort Jennifer had went to for me.

I glanced up to look at Jennifer's face. She was staring directly at me
with her normally soft but now quite intense, brown eyes. She had her
arms folded across her chest, beneath her shallowly moving up and down
breasts. She had her back to the seat and her legs crossed, but I could
see in the faint light that would enter the limo from the street lights
that a smile was coming across her face.

"So then say it," Jennifer said devilishly. "Say 'Jennifer, I loved the
hand job you gave me. It was the best.'" she said, smiling gleefully
now, happy with her handiwork.

I wasn't going to lie about it, so I flat out said "Jennifer, I loved
the hand job you gave me. It was the best I have ever had," I said as
deadpan as possible. I was having real trouble reading where Jennifer
was going with this, but she quickly gave me a hint.

When she realized I was done, her manner changed totally. She was back
to the bubbling little girl that she had been when we first met, and
now she laughed at the whole charade that had just gone on.

"That was classic Dean. Classic. I'm going to have to remember that one
for in the future," Jennifer said with a huge smile that I couldn't
help but feel almost warmed by. "Now, enough chat. We have 45 minutes
till we get to my place. I want to use all those to the full advantage
and get in a good, nasty fuck session,"

My jaw almost hit the floor of the limo, and it would have too if
Jennifer hadn't already begun undressing. She had moved her hands up to
her shoulders and made a huge scene of sliding the straps of her dress
down to the very base of her breasts so that it just barely covered
over her nipples. When she finally let it down, I was speechless. Her
breasts, despite all the celebrity skin I had seen in the six months
since I moved here, had to be the most gorgeous things I had ever seen.
They were the perfect conical shape, not pointing outright from her
chest but far from saggy. The natural shape of them let me know right
away that, to steal a line from "Seinfeld", "they were real and, their
spectacular". The nipples on both breasts were around the size of a
half dollar. The areola and the base of the now erect nipple were a
medium shade of brown, with the shade lightening up till it finally
stopped at the end of her jutting out nipples. They looked so succulent
and beautiful, and I hoped I would get to touch them soon.

Fixing my gaping mouth, I wasted no time in taking off my expensive
Armani coat and the rest of my tuxedo and flinging them to the side,
leaving me in just a pair of boxer shorts. Jennifer by this time was
down to just her panties, a silky black pair made from the same
material as her dress. They were thong underwear and when she moved her
ass, I could see her beautiful ass cheeks, firm and tight. Her pussy
was shaven around the edge of the underwear but I could smell her quite
easily from across the limo. It must have been a while since she had
had sex, and I was happy I was going to be fixing that. Her musk was
not a bad scent by any means, but I think the excitement in not having
had sex in a while made it even the more strong.

Being relatively short, Jennifer barely had to duck as she walked across
the limo over to me. I looked behind her and saw that the window
between us and Leonard was still open. He had a pair of headphones on,
but I didn't want to take any risks and shut the window. With the
window closed, I flicked on the lights in the back of the car. The
floor was illuminated with miniature little lights, each of which gave
out a whitish-yellow glow on to everything in the car, especially
Jennifer's pale white skin. She looked almost heavenly in that light,
as she sat down up lap.

I had my legs closed, so Jennifer spread hers out on top of mine. Her
cute little feet dangled there as she began to move herself back and
forth on my lap with her hips. I could feel her pubic bone, and more
importantly her clit, rubbing against my already rock-hard dick through
my boxer shorts. It was straining to get out, and finally I reached
down and released it. Jennifer gasped a little when she saw my 9 inch
monster (not really realizing the true size of it in the theater I
assumed), but her gasp became lust as she reached down with her hands
and pulled my boxers off completely.

Jennifer began to rub her wet, hot cunt lips up and down on my shaft
now, stroking and sliding along it back and forth. She balanced herself
by pushing down on my thighs for support. The feel of her wet womanhood
and the smell of her arousal and the sweat of our bodies inside such a
confined space was absolutely incredible. Nothing could beat it.

Well, almost nothing. While Jennifer slid up and down on my lap and was
gyrating her hips on top of me in a teasing method, I was doing a
little teasing of my own. With my hands shaking as I did it, I placed
one hand tentatively on her left breast. Jennifer sighed as I did this
but was totally enjoying it. Her breast was so warm and soft. The skin
and texture of it was incredible. I gently began moving my hand over
her nipple back and forth, usually taking the alternate motion to her
rubbing and grinding on my leg. Taking her nipple in my fingers, I
began to squeeze and pull and stretch it out. Jennifer's breasts were
incredibly sensitive, because as I did this, I felt her pussy gush cum
out onto my lap. Encouraged, I moved my other hand to her breast and
began repeating the process. Soon, Jennifer Love Hewitt was sliding
back and forth on top of my cock, arching and snaking her back as I
played with her breasts.

I knew that postponing my entry into her would make it even more
desirable, so I decided to enjoy her breasts even more. Leaning my
mouth down to her right nipple, I took it in my teeth as I began to
flick my tongue all around it. Jennifer moaned and cried out loudly as
I did this. My tongue was like a nimble snake, running across the
surface of her breast at a furious pace, teasing and pleasuring her.
Jennifer by now was holding the other breast in her hand and squeezing
it gently. Her once nicely arranged hair was now a total mess, hanging
down over the naked shoulders. I would occasionally feel it brush
against my leg when she would thrust her head back in an especially
enjoyable moment.

This could have went on forever as far as I was concerned, but I knew
that we would get to her place soon, so I decided to take it to the
next level. Taking my cock in hand, I slid Jennifer further down onto
my thighs and rubbed the head of my dick against her entrance. I wanted
to get it nice and lubricated because I knew that her young pussy would
be incredibly tight.

Grabbing Jennifer by her small, soft ass, I lifted her up and scooted
her towards me. With my dick still in one hand, I bent it up forward a
little. Jennifer's hips acted alone and shifted angles so that our two
sexes met at the same time. For a split second, it created a triangle
of sorts there in the air; my rock hard, blood engorged cock touching
lightly upon her golden brown, soft cunt. But it was fleeting and then
I was inside of her, her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips and
pubic bone resting against mine.

Jennifer had her eyes closed and was savoring taking in all nine inches
at once (in one thrust even!). I meanwhile was lost in the absolute
heaven of the inner walls of her pussy. Soft and comforting, I again
felt that I would never leave them if I didn't have to. She was
incredibly wet, so much so that she was dripping on the outside of her
cunt, the juices running down my legs. And the heat was just as
comforting as her tightness though, and seemed to radiate so much
energy from within that when I would push and pull in and out her, the
sexual energy from her would be passed on to me and I would have the
renewed vigor and strength of a teenage kid again.

I wasted no time hammering into her, and this seemed to suite Jennifer
fine. Holding onto her hips, I slammed her up and down on top of my
cock as she bounced up and down on my lap, the car filled with the
sound of flesh on flesh and musk of sexual excitement. Jennifer had to
bend her head a little to keep from smacking into the roof of the car
every time I would thrust into her harder and harder. She didn't seem
to mind though: her eyes were still closed as she sat there,
occasionally moaning out loudly or using her hands to tweak her nipples
or play with my chest.

The excitement from earlier in the night got me excited again very
quickly, and I felt my orgasm fast approaching. Not wanting to cum
before Jennifer did, I reached my hand down and began to play with her
tiny little clit, rubbing it in my fingers back and forth. Using the
rest of my hand, I would guide it into her finger by finger, feeling my
own dick rubbing against my hand.

This was more than enough for Jennifer, and the resulting friction from
my hand and my cock were enough to send her into a screeching, high
pitched orgasm that seemed to go on for at least 15 seconds of pure
bliss for her. At some point during that scream, I let loose all the
cum I had been building in my balls, lining the inside of Jennifer's
cunt with my sticky white cum. We continued to fuck for a little bit
longer and though my cock was still hard, it was Jennifer who slid off
of me.

I thought she was done and was going to get dressed, but Jennifer
surprised me. Getting on all fours, she reached around pried her ass
cheeks apart, exposing her cute little butthole and her semi-hairy
pussy just a few inches below.

"Take your pick," Jennifer said naughtily. As bad as it sounds, I was
torn about which one to go with. Finally, I headed for new turf and
slid my cock head up to her puckered (but loosening) asshole. I felt
Jennifer's muscles involuntarily contract when our skin touched, but
she immediately relaxed them.

My cock still sticky from being inside of Jennifer a few minutes
earlier, I used the lubrication from it to slowly begin working my way
into her. Her asshole was almost too tight and I knew that she wasn't
very experienced in anal sex. Still, she did her best and relaxed as
best as she could. Looking down, I saw her face shoved into the floor
of the limo. She had a pained expression on her face, but it was the
sort of look you get when you get a shot in the arm: you know it's
going to hurt, but then it will be over real soon.

Wanting to make things easier for her, I used my other hand that wasn't
helping to wiggle my hard cock up her ass to stroke and play with her
pussy. The sensation didn't seem to be doing much for her, but the more
I kept at it, the more Jennifer began to like it. Trying to get more of
my hand in her pussy, Jennifer began rocking back and forth on her
knees, thus helping my cock gain some momentum and finally slide all
the way into her.

I eased up on the pussy rubbing to let Jennifer realize that I was all
the way in her before I began fucking her up the ass. She seemed to
pause for a second, but then took my hand that was resting on her pussy
and began to slide it back and forth on her cunt once again. I let her
lead my hand and do all the work while I concentrated instead on
fucking her ass.

My pace was slower than when I fucked her tight cunt. This time, I was
pulling in and out of her in long, slow strokes. It was agonizing,
especially after how rapidly I had fucked her and cum inside of her
pussy, but the sensation of doing it nice and slow was incredible. It
was almost like I could feel every nerve in my body, and if I could,
they were all in intense pleasure and enjoyment.

Glancing out the window to the dark night outside, I realized just how
close we were to Jennifer's home. I had probably five minutes till we
arrived and got busted by Leonard. Still wanting to enjoy being inside
of her ass, I began to slide in and out of her more fully this time,
making each inward thrust all the more pleasurable, but also quicker
and more of a time saver. Not knowing if this was going to be my last
time having sex with Jennifer though, I gave up the anal sex after just
a few more thrusts. I had other things in mind.

"Lay down Jennifer," I said to her. I think she knew what was coming
next and she did it immediately.

Positioning my cock between her two beautiful breasts, I took them in my
hands and began to squeeze and knead them around my cock. My hips were
slowly starting to thrust back and forth between her breasts, as I
rubbed her tits against my long shaft. Jennifer had reached her hands
up and was playing with my ass, occasionally sticking a finger into it
for encouragement. I wasn't used to this, and though it felt nice, it
made my thrusts between her breasts speed up. I was now going at them
furiously after just a minute or two of starting out so softly.
Jennifer's body rocked back and forth on the floor of the limo. Anyone
passing outside probably would have seen the car rocking back and forth
as it moved down the road and I couldn't help but wonder if Leonard had
any idea what we were doing.

Jennifer's hair was spread out all over the limo floor and was sliding
back and forth as we went around curves in the road. I knew that I
didn't have much longer, so I pulled my dick (unwillingly mind you)
from her breasts and began jacking off right by her mouth. Proving to
be the little minx slut she was, Jennifer had her mouth open and
waiting for my cum to shoot out and land on her extended tongue. When
my orgasm came seconds later though, I used the opportunity to aim it
upwards and shoot my wad all over Jennifer's face. I don't know why I
did it, but Jennifer certainly wasn't complaining.

Jennifer must have had a sixth sense for dick, because even though she
couldn't see, her mouth knew right away where my dick was and took to
sucking it right away. Cleaning it off, I sighed a breath of relief.
Reaching into her purse, I pulled out that same handkerchief again and
used it to clean the cum off of Jennifer's face. She smiled sexily at
me as I did this, and I made sure that a little bit of my spunk slid
down her cheeks and onto her breasts "accidentally". It was an image I
knew I would never forget.

After wiping off Jennifer's face, I guessed that we had three minutes or
so to get dressed. Acting quickly, I helped Jennifer get back into her
dress and panties and tried to fix her hair so that it at least didn't
look as bad as it had when she lay there on the floor getting fucked
long and hard by me. Jennifer also helped me fix my suit and tie and
made sure I didn't have any of her juices still sticking to my legs
that would make my pants appear to have wet spots in them.

We made it just in the nick of time. As I was retying my shoe, the car
came to a stop and Leonard got out and opened the door. Jennifer
stepped out but stood by the door to talk to me.

"Dean, would you like to come in for a while? I can drive you home
later," Jennifer said sweetly.

The truth was, I really couldn't go in that night. The next day I had to
fly out to New York for a meeting with NBC about Jennifer Aniston's
contract. So if I stayed up all night fucking Jennifer Love Hewitt, I
might not make my flight in time and thus "fuck over" a client in the
process.

"I'm sorry Jennifer. This sounds really bad but I have a plane I have to
catch in the morning. I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound as humble and
apologetic as I could.

Jennifer looked upset for just a moment, but then she got that sexual
gleam in her eyes again.

"That's alright. I'm sure Leonard would LOVE to come in for a cup of
coffee or, you know, whatever," Jennifer said mischievously, wrapping
her arm around Leonard's waist and pulling him close to her.

I looked at Leonard and swear I had never seen greater happiness on a
man's face. Even though I knew Leonard was married and had two or three
kids, I don't think God himself could stop him from walking up that
driveway.

"Of course I would. It would be my pleasure," Leonard said. It was
obvious he was using his classic charm and flirting skills and that
Jennifer was to some extent falling for it.

I took this as my cue to leave. I stepped out of the car as well.
Leonard dropped the keys in my hand and then the two walked up to
Jennifer's house, arms still around each other. Jennifer looked back at
me and smiled, giving me a slight wave. I couldn't help but laugh when
Leonard looked back and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up, right before
the two disappeared around a curve in the road.

Happy with the way things had went that night, I drove back to my house
and collapsed in bed, sleeping like a baby.


CHAPTER 12: Jennifer Aniston

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