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Subject: {ASSM} JOA: Ch. 17 - Winona Ryder (MF, cons, celeb)
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This one was a long time coming, but my schedule will allow for more
constant updates now, so look for the next chapter very soon.



Journal of an Agent: Chap. 17 - Winona Ryder

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 17 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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	"Are you sure you have everything Dean? Briefcase, luggage, passport,
tickets..." Damon said, rushing around my office in a fever of
activity.

	"Yes Damon, I'm fine. I have everything. And if I don't, I'll just
call you on my cell phone and have you FedEx it, ok?" I replied,
standing at the door waiting on him to finish looking around so he
could take me to the airport.

	Damon stopped in the middle of the room, dropping his hands to his
side and smiling weakly.

	"Sorry, I just know how I get before trips. I freak out and always
worry that I left something behind," he said.

	"I have everything I need. Besides, this is a vacation. It's NOT a
business meeting. Relax," I said, ushering him out the door.

	We got into my BMW and headed to the airport, Damon driving
frantically on the freeway like a maniac, trying to get me to the
airport, despite my plane not leaving for 2 hours. I tried to tell him
to relax and calm down but he seemed to ignore me, so I just let him
do what he wanted.

	Whipping into a parking space, he barely had cut off the engine
before he flew out of the car, grabbing the luggage with him and
hustled into the airport. I armed the car and chased to catch up
behind him.

	"Damon..." I said, jogging beside him. "Damon! DAMON!" I finally
screamed, getting his attention and making him stop.

	"Huh? What?" he said, out of breath as well.

	"STOP. We can walk. The plane doesn't leave for over an hour. Relax,"
I said, grabbing his shoulder. He set the luggage down and wiped a
small trickle of sweat from his bald forehead.

	"Ok. We can walk the rest of the way," he said, picking up the
suitcase and continuing on down the terminal calmly.

	I checked in and boarded the plane a few minutes later. Damon had
indeed chilled out while I boarded, his nervousness over being left to
run the office while I was gone very apparent.

	The plane took off after only a minor delay and I relaxed in my seat
and enjoyed the plane ride on the non stop flight to Sweden, where I
would spend the next week skiing. I had decided to take this vacation
at the spur of the moment, the summer heat and energy crisis fiasco of
California wearing me down. I hadn't skied since I was much younger
back East, but felt that Sweden would be the perfect place to go and
unwind. No celebrities to deal with, no headaches and nothing but a
ski lodge and a mountain of pure white snow.

	I arrived at the small airport outside the even smaller city where
the resort was located. No terminal or rush of commuters around, I
actually walked off the plane onto a tarmac. The air was bitter cold,
a strong wind gust ripping at my face as I shielded myself from it. A
line of cabs were waiting for passengers outside the airport, so I
hopped in one and was on my way. The driver thankfully knew English
and we arrived in no time.

	After checking in, I went up to my room and took a long shower before
taking a brief nap to kill some of my jet lag. Refreshed and ready to
go, I walked down the mahogany stairs and scoped out the resort. A
grand architectural style encompassed everything about the building,
with a huge stair case leading to the second floor of rooms. The
lobby/entrance area was plush and comfortable, the ceilings vaulted by
two huge wooden beams. The roof was made of thick glass that looked
out to the night sky, stars twinkling above. The lobby was practically
vacant so I made my way to the bar, where I heard many revelers and
fellow guests, speaking in a wide variety of languages, enjoying the
thing that brings cultures together: alcohol.

	The bar was rustic like the rest of the resort, with emerald green
marble columns supporting the bar area itself. The back wall was lined
with booths that were mostly empty, except for a few couples talking
closely and intimately with one another. There was a very
international flavor to the drink selection, as the majority of drinks
above the bar I didn't know the slightest bit about.

	"What can I get you sir?" said the bartender in a heavy Swedish
accent.

	"Jack & Coke please, with just a cube or two of ice," I replied,
folding my hands on top of the bar and looking around. I glanced down
to my right and saw a quite attractive blonde woman sitting alone,
nursing a margarita. She smiled at me and I could tell she was
checking me out. Not one to pass up the chance with a beautiful woman,
I took my drink and went and sat next to her.

	"Hi. My name is Dean," I said, extending my hand.

	"Kate, pleased to meet you. You're an American as well?" she replied,
holding out her hand daintily. Her fingers were long and thin, and she
had quite beautiful hands, accented by a light baby blue shade of nail
polish on her fingernails. The dress she was wearing matched her
nails, a very light shade of blue held onto her buxom body by
spaghetti straps.

	"Yes, I'm from America. California actually. How about you?" I asked,
smiling warmly at her.

	"Dallas, Texas. I just came here to get away from the rush of the
city and my job as a bank manager. I grew up in Colorado so I love to
ski. How about you, where are you from and what do you do?" she asked.

	"I'm originally from New York state, but I moved to California to
take over my father's firm. I run Shooting Stars talent agency, one of
the most prestigious Hollywood agencies in LA. Bank manager huh? Isn't
that pretty slow and tedious stuff, besides handling all the money?" I
asked, finishing off my drink and ordering her and myself another.

	Kate laughed. "Well, it's not as bad as you would think it is, but
I'm sure it's nothing like being around all those famous people all
the time. Does your firm have many big star clients?" Kate asked.

	"We have a few bankable stars. Sorry, that's Hollywood lingo. Yes, I
represent people like Julia Roberts, Lucy Liu, Jennifer Love Hewitt
and quite a few others that I can't think of right now because I think
I drank that last drink too fast," I said, laughing.

	"Wow, that's incredible! Tell me more!" Kate said, genuinely
interested in what I did.

	We continued talking for over an hour, downing drinks and laughing
about the corporate world and the lives of celebrities. It was so nice
talking to her, to talk to a real person and a real woman, not a
pampered and rich star. Things were going along great and I was
beginning to think that this conversation might lead to somewhere else
(namely, my room). By the 5th or 6th drink, the conversation turned to
sex and past affairs we had had.

	While I was still on my feet and able to think and talk fairly well,
I had drank so much in a while and I was feeling more than a little on
the wasted side. And when I get drinking, my tongue starts to slip a
little.

	"My last boyfriend was an ass. He wanted me to do something really
kinky. He said he wanted a three way with him, me and this girl from
his work. I refused right on the spot, and dumped his ass a week
later," Kate said, scraping off the salt from her margarita glass and
licking it from her finger.

	I don't know why I did it, but I just chose that break in the
conversation to blurt out: "Three ways are nothing. I do them all the
time. The most recent one I had was with Jennifer Aniston and Lisa
Kudrow. You wouldn't BELIEVE how well those two girls fuck!" I said. I
knew I had fucked up as soon as the words left my mouth, but it was
too late.

	Kate's face turned to one of shock and she stood up to go.

	"You men...you are all the same. Thinking women are just your sexual
playthings. Nice meeting you, but I have to go," Kate said, gathering
her purse to leave.

	And yet again my tongue got the best of me and I said to her: "Eh,
don't worry about it. You're not attractive enough to be in a three
way any ways,"

	My drunken stupor was quickly broken when Kate slapped me across the
face, the blow stinging and quite painful. She hurried out of the bar
and disappeared around the corner. The rest of the bar had been
watching the whole thing but quickly looked away when I glanced in
their direction. The bartender seemed to be extremely occupied with a
row of glasses that needed polishing and made no eye contact.

	I was just about to leave when I heard a female voice laughing behind
me.

	"The great Dean Simonds gets rejected! I never thought I would live
to see that day!" the voice said.

	Spinning around on my heel, my head swimming, I was face to face with
a woman I recognized instantly: Winona Ryder.

	"Winona...what are you doing here? I am in Sweden aren't I, shouldn't
you be in LA or somewhere shooting a movie?" I said, slurring my words
together. My head had started to clear a little but I was still
talking and reacting a little slow.

	"I'm on vacation. I guess I just happened to pick the one spot where
my agent's rival would be, haha." she said with a smile.

	Winona was dressed very normal like, hardly any makeup on and her
long dark brown hair pulled back behind her ears loosely. She wasn't
wearing anything flattering, just a pair of ski pants and an oversized
parka. Still, I had known right away who she was, her natural doe like
beauty apparent even in this bar.

	"Oh. Well, I'm on vacation too. Skiing actually. Just got here today,
but I don't think things are going too well so far," I said.

	"Well, if the way that woman treated you is any indication than I
guess not. Dean, you've got to realize that the women from other parts
of the world are nothing like LA women. They can't be wowed with your
tales of sexual prowess. Even I wasn't that impressed and look at me,
I've been in the business for a long time," Winona said, taking a sip
of the beer she held in her hand.

	"What do you mean? How ELSE should I try and pick up a woman?" I
said, feeling utterly stupid in asking the question.

	"Let me explain it to you. Here, why don't we step outside for a
minute, let you clear your head in the cold air. I need a smoke
anyways," Winona said.

	I nodded and asked the bartender for a cup of coffee, black and
followed Winona outside.


	The air was indeed quite frigid and cold, snow falling lightly
outside into the parking lot where a few SUVs and Mercedes sat, caked
in it. The light from the lobby of the resort cast a pale yellow glow
onto the world outside and the mountains loomed dark and foreboding a
few miles away. The skyline was dotted with ski lifts hung suspended
in the air, stopped for the night.

	Winona and I sat across from each other on two wooden benches
outside, the canopy ahead offering only a little bit of protection
from the cold and bitter wind that would gust in occasionally.

	I sipped my coffee while I watched Winona fish in her purse for a
pack of Marlboro lights and her lighter. Pulling the long white stick
from it's pack, the paper of it almost matching her pale white skin,
her face was lit up as she sparked the lighter, the orange glow of the
flame struggling not to go out in the wind.

	"You know, those things will kill you," I said to her, watching as
she inhaled and blew out a whiff of bluish smoke that was quickly
ripped apart by the breeze.

	"Yea, I know. And don't you tell my agent either. After I got
chastised by the Surgeon General for being a 'female role model that
portrays to young girls that smoking is ok in all of her movies'"
Winona said in a deep, mocking voice, "My agent made me promise to
quit. I tried, I really did. But sometimes, I just need one."

	"We all have our little vices. You have your cigarettes, I have my
full on sexual obsession with fucking celebrities," I said, trailing
off.

	Winona laughed, a little bit of the smoke billowing from her mouth.
"That's your problem. You've lost touch with the normal woman," she
said. "You need to go back to your days as a teenager. You need to
know how to talk to her, find out what she wants and doesn't want and
if she is your type or not,"

	"Is that what works for you? Or are you just dispensing advice
against celebrities while being a celebrity yourself?" I asked,
drinking my coffee.

	"I don't go for celebrities. I learned my lesson after Johnny Depp.
Men who are famous or are around famous people get too full of
themselves. They don't know how to just leave the business behind and
be a real person. And while I think you are a cocky bastard who likes
to brag about how much pussy he has nabbed, you still have a very
normal 'every guy' heir about you," Winona said, stubbing out her
cigarette and blowing out a final whiff of smoke.

	"You think so huh? Well, I appreciate that. Except the cocky bastard
part of course," I said with a smile. Winona smiled back.

	"Don't mention it," she said, shivering a little. "I'm cold as hell,
what say we hit the jacuzzi for a little bit. It closed an hour ago
but I won't tell if you won't,"

	"Sounds good to me. Let me just go up to my room and change," I said.

	"No, you don't have to do that. I say we go skinny-dipping. I want to
see if all those rumors about your, ahem, equipment are true," she
said with a broad smile. The light from the hotel twinkled in her eyes
and I thought I saw a flicker of lust and sexual desire in them (I've
become quite attuned to picking up on that sort of thing).

	"Well, I can assure you that it's all there. The question is, will
you be joining me or am I going to just be putting on a show for you?"
I asked, grinning at her.

	"Don't worry, I'll play fair," Winona said.

	We walked through the lobby and down an adjoining hallway towards the
gym/spa area of the lodge. The jacuzzi and pool were at the very end
of the hallway - private and secluded.

	Winona went in first, not even hesitating to strip naked. In one
motion, she had removed her parka and top. Next came her boots (all
her articles of clothing flung haphazardly onto a nearby bench) and
then her pants and panties and Winona was naked in almost 5 seconds. I
watched her pale, lithe white body make it's way towards the jacuzzi,
her firm and tight ass swaying and jiggling a little as she walked.
Winona reached around her back and undid her hair, shaking it free
over her shoulders as she entered into the jacuzzi slowly.

	"Ooooo...that feels SO GOOD!" Winona exclaimed, the steam from the
bubbling whirlpool encompassing her whole body.

	Turning around to face me, I made out Winona's large breasts and her
dark red areolas in the light, her pussy hidden under the water.

	"Well? Aren't you coming? I want to see that thing!" Winona said at
me, holding an arm out and beckoning, her finger moving in a "come
hither" position.

	Strange as it was, I was a little hesitant to strip naked. I didn't
know what to expect from this situation - if Winona really just wanted
to relax and talk (while we were both naked for some reason) or if she
wanted to fuck. With a little bit of hesitation, I removed all of my
clothing and walked into the jacuzzi.

	The water felt warm and comforting, soaking into my skin and relaxing
the tension in my muscles from the long flight earlier in the day. The
steam filled my nostrils, a chlorine smell that felt heated and
relaxing. I couldn't help but recline a bit in the jacuzzi and just
enjoy the flow of water.

	Winona lay across from me with her eyes closed, also enjoying the
relaxation. Her nipples and breasts swayed gently in the current of
the water, the tops of her breasts sticking out just above the waters
surface. "I could lay here forever. Everything just seems to melt
away," she said.

	Winona opened her eyes and a wide grin spread her face. "Ok, now,
let's see that thing of yours! Stand up!" she said.

	I gave her a kind of puzzled look, still trying to scope out the
situation. Nevertheless, I placed my hands on the side of the spa and
lifted myself up, so that I towered above Winona. Coincidence or not,
my half erect dick hung just at the same level as her mouth.

	"Here, come closer. I want to touch it!" Winona giggled.

	Taking a step forward, my nine inch cock was now inches from her
face. Winona lifted her arm from the bubbly water and wrapped her hand
around my prick. Her fingers were small and surprisingly a little
cold, despite the temperature of the water. I jumped a little when she
touched me but as she began to run her hand up and down my member, I
quickly adjusted.

	It didn't take more than a few strokes before my cock had grown to
full length. Winona stopped jerking and admired it, playing with my
balls in her hand and rubbing the palm of her hand over the head.

	"My my my...Jessica was right. You ARE quite well hung.	I wonder how
you taste..." Winona said, lowering her mouth over my prick. Her mouth
was warm and inviting, just the like the water that I stood in.
Winona's mouth moved down to the base of my shaft, her throat working
in one motion to deep throat me. She slowly pulled her mouth off of my
dick, her lips making a smacking sound as they popped off from the
head.

	"Tastes good too. Ok, that's all I wanted to know. You can sit down
now," Winona said.

	I stood there dumbfounded, my dick still coated in a layer of
Winona's saliva.

	"What? Sit down Dean, that thing is distracting," Winona said. Not
knowing what else to do, I followed her order.

	"You didn't REALLY think I was going to fuck you just like that did
you?" Winona said, an evil little grin on her face. "No, don't worry,
you'll get laid tonight. But first, I'm going to teach you how to
please a woman,"

	"First things first, you need to know how to eat a pussy. You have
been kind enough to return the favor to a woman before haven't you?"
Winona asked. I was getting a little angry by her methods but I wanted
to see where she was going with this.

	"Yes, of course I have. Just ask your 'friend' Jessica. Or any of the
other celeb women I've been with," I replied angrily.

	"Alright, alright. Calm down. Just a question. Let's just see if you
can put your money where your mouth is," Winona said, grinning. She
lifted herself up out of the jacuzzi and onto the edge of the wooden
railing beside it.

	Spreading her legs slightly, Winona's cunt was just a foot or so
away. "Come on Dean, let's see what you got," she said, holding her
inner pussy lips open a little.

	I moved my way over towards her pussy, the odor from it strong and
pungent, filling my nose with an intoxicating aroma. Her legs and
outer lips were wet with the water from the jacuzzi, with a slight
foam of bubbles. She was shaven in a V pattern around her cunt lips,
and I could see moisture inside of her pussy.

	Lowering my head towards her, I heard her take a sharp intake of
breath as my tongue touched her. Winona relaxed a little and I began
to lick her.

	I began to move my tongue around her lips, delving it in sporadically
towards her hole, opening her pussy up like a flower with every thrust
of my nimble tongue. Burrowing my face deeper into her, I slid my
tongue into the depths of her tight pussy, licking around and
searching for her clit. Winona closed her legs tighter around my head
instinctively, making it hard for me to breath in my wet, hot jungle.
I thought I was doing a good job eating her out but apparently Winona
wanted to give me some tips.

	"No no no, you are doing it all wrong. What you have to do is move
your tongue over theRRREE!!! WOAH! KEEP DOING THAT!" Winona said. With
a flick of my tongue, I wrapped it around her clit and began sucking
my tongue backwards over it. Right about when I started doing this was
when Winona's complaining began, and it quickly shut her up.

	"Ooooooo! Yes! Right there Dean! Yes! Don't stop! Keep licking my
clit! Oh God, oh God! Yes, I'm CUMMMMMINNNNGGG!!!!" Winona screamed,
her voice echoing in the small room, bouncing from the wooden walls. I
felt a flood of juice hit my face as Winona orgasmed, an excess of her
cum leaking down my chin and into the jacuzzi. Winona's juices tasted
sweet, a tangy taste that danced around on my tongue. I swallowed half
a mouth full of her cum, the rest falling on my face. I glanced up and
saw Winona laying down on the floor, her legs dangling in the water.
Winona was catching her breath, so I dunked my head under the hot
water and rinsed my face off.

	When I lifted my head back up, refreshed from the steamy water,
Winona was laying across the jacuzzi, reclined and relaxed, her toe
dipping lazily in the water.

	"You don't mind if I have a cigarette do you? That orgasm was just
TOO fucking great! I mean, I heard you were good and all but WOW!"
Winona said. I told her I didn't mind so she fished out a smoke from
ehr nearby purse and lit it, exhaling the smoke above her. The odor
was pungent in sweet, and made for an interesting scent when mixed
with the smell of sex and the chemicals from the pool and spa.

	I moved back to the side of the jacuzzi and just watched her,
Winona's breasts moving up and down slowly as she inhaled, her pert
nipples still aroused from the sexual activity.

	"Dean, stand up. I want to try something," Winona said. I stood up in
the jacuzzi and looked down at her. Taking my half hard cock in her
hand, Winona pulled me over towards her. She stroked up and down the
shaft of my cock quickly, getting me hard in a heartbeat. Then, with
her other free hand Winona put the cigarette to her lips and inhaled
deeply, holding the smoke in her mouth.

	Lowering her head over my cock, Winona opened her mouth as she let my
dick slide between her lips. My member fully in her mouth now, Winona
exhaled lightly around me. At first I felt nothing but then suddenly
my cock began to tingle all over, the heat and chemicals in the smoke
causing my cock to react strongly. I felt myself grow so hard it
almost hurt, as I looked down and watched the smoke billow out away
from my balls like steam escaping from an engine. The tingling
continued as the last trails of smoke spilled out, and Winona lifted
her mouth from me.

	I was gasping from shock, the sensation unlike anything I ever had
felt before. I looked back down at Winona and she was grinning at me
wildly.

	"I had heard that gets men extremely turned on. Something in the
chemicals from the smoke. So, you wanna fuck now?" she said.

	I didn't answer, only jumped over at her playfully and rolled on top
of her. She lifted her head up to kiss me and I returned the kiss,
feeling her naked body pressed beneath me as my cock lay inches from
her snatch, resting on my stomach. Putting my arms above her
shoulders, I lifted up my hips and we both watched as my cock slowly
moved down to her pussy and I pushed forward, the tip of my head
sliding into her.

	Winona gasped a little and exhaled, as I lowered my weight onto her
and pushed more of my cock into her. Winona's pussy was not as tight
as I thought it would have been, but it was warm and soft, and she
seemed to have great control over the inner muscles. I felt her
squeeze around my shaft as I finally had all 9 inches inside of her.

	I wasted no time pistoning in and out of her, because I knew that the
little blow job trick she had just done would make me cum pretty
quickly. Rocking my hips back and forth inside of her, I moved my head
down to her panting chest. Winona was lost in her own world, her head
writhing around and bouncing back and forth as I slammed in and out of
her. Our bodies wet from the water, we moved back and forth in a
rhythm like a well oiled machine. The only sound heard in the room was
the sound of my balls slamming against the crack in Winona's ass and
her occasional moans.

	I felt my load building up in my balls as I bucked harder into
Winona. She sensed I was coming, how she knew I have no idea. Still,
she egged me on to get my balls ready to unload inside of her snatch.

	"Yea Dean, I can feel you about to come. Well do it for me baby,
unleash your load inside me. I want to feel you in me! Do it! Do it!
Do it!!!!!!!!!" Winona screamed again. I felt my balls tighten up and
I did just as she said, shooting wave after wave of cum inside of her.
The orgasm was incredibly intense, probably due to all the teasing and
encouragement Winona was giving me.

	After 4 or 5 spurts, and after cumming for almost a minute, I finally
subsided and pulled my soft cock from Winona's snatch. She rolled over
onto her stomach and slowly lowered herself back into the water. We
laid on top of each other for a few minutes, not saying anything.
Winona fondled my balls a little while I teased her nipples. It was
just casual sex but I knew that both of us had enjoyed it a lot.

	"So, did I live up to what you had heard about me?" I finally said.

	"Oh yea, without a doubt," Winona sighed contentedly.
	

	The rest of my vacation, I spent (unlike my original plan), hanging
out with Winona. She had gotten there only a day before me and we both
were planning on staying the same amount of time. We skied, swam in
the pool and just relaxed, enjoying each others company. I didn't even
think once during the whole vacation of bringing her over to my firm -
I just enjoyed her company and got to know her as a real person, not
just a celebrity. Recharged and refreshed when I left, I returned to
LA.




	CHAPTER 18: Lucy Liu / Zhang Ziyi 

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