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Back on track now, hope to finish series by end of the year. Feedback
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 20 - Angelina Jolie

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 19 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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	I sat across from Angelina Jolie in my office. Angelina was wearing a
white "wife beater" t-shirt and a pair of tattered blue jeans as she
stared at me with a sort of dissident gaze, absentmindedly flicking
the ash from her cigarette onto the carpet of my just-cleaned carpets.
I didn't want to bring up the issue of not being able to smoke in an
office building in California, I had bigger fish to fry.

	I rested my head on my hand as I sat in my chair across from her in
my wooden desk. We had been sitting like this for about five minutes,
ever since she had walked in, sat down and looked at me. She looked
like a spoiled child, her over-puffed lips stuck almost in a permanent
pout. With a sigh, I decided to break the ice.

	"You know why you are here Angelina, because of the request of the
United Nations," I said to her. Angelina just nodded - though she had
been my client for the past three months (she had come to my firm when
her husband Billy Bob also signed with us), I had hardly spoken to
her. She was so hot right now that I really didn't even have to try
and sell her, so any project that wanted her as the lead got faxed to
her mansion. If she liked it, she took the script. Otherwise, I never
saw it again.

	But the reason she was here today was different. Since being named
the UN Goodwill Ambassador in August, Angelina had moved from the
silver screen to the world of politics - there was quiet murmuring and
whispers of disapproval that someone who was known to be as
promiscious, openly sexual and a bad example for some kids with her
vices, would be chosen as a "goodwill" ambassador. The more
conservative countries had made enough of a stink about it that the UN
had called my office and asked that I "work with Angelina to make her
more presentable for the world". And while I thought that the whole
position was just a figurehead, I figured that this kind of free, good
publicity only comes along once in a great while, so I might as well
make the most of it. I had brought Angelina in to ask her how she felt
about an etiquette or manners class. Hence, the pouty expression.

	"I know that we haven't exactly become chums since you joined the
firm," I said, "But the UN holds some of the biggest political weight
in the world, and politics eventually trickle down to Hollywood. That
Oscar may be hot right now, but if you piss off the wrong people then
you may find yourself back making movies like 'Hackers',"

	"Fine. If you want me to stop smoking, I will. I'll get away from
acting so sexually aggressive in public, even though it really is no
big deal, and I'll quell those rumors about me and my brother by not
appearing with him in public anymore. But I am NOT going to a fucking
manners class," Angelina said, stubbing the cigarette out on the
fabric armrest of the chair.

	I winced a little, knowing how expensive that chair would be to get
re-upholstered, but shifted my attention back to the problem at hand.

	"Look Angelina, you don't have a choice here. As your agent and
friend I will NOT let you squander away the chance for some incredible
PR for helping the UN. Think about it on the trailers - 'Oscar Winner
and Humanitarian Ambassador Angelina Jolie'. What could be better than
that? It shows you are a great actress AND you care about people," I
said, trying not to come off as sounding too crass. The truth was,
without abiding by the UN's request, Angelina may become in effect
blacklisted from Hollywood. This wasn't about any marquee display, it
was about her career. Unfortunately I couldn't tell her all this or
else she would think I was a nut.

	"I'll think about it Dean, that's all I will say," Angelina said,
getting up to go. "I've got lunch with Billy Bob right now, so I have
to go. Give me a call later about it,"

	I watched her go and went ahead and made the decision for her,
calling up all the manners schools in Los Angeles and asking their
recommendations on what to do with someone as notoriously wild as
Angelina. I finally decided on a resort style manner school way out
near San Pedro that was not only isolated but highly recommended by
even the other companies competition.
	
	I heard later that week from them that, after they placed a call to
Angelina's house to confirm her arrival time, she had gotten into a
vicious shouting match with the woman on the phone, but had eventually
caved in and agreed to attend the classes. I breathed a sigh of relief
and quietly mused at my desk about my new "title" - Dean Simonds,
agent to the Ambassador. I liked the sound of that  :)

	But things didn't go exactly as I had planned - the school Angelina
was attending, called Proper Woman Academy, said that Angelina had
been asked to leave not even two weeks into the training. When pressed
for details, the obviously shy woman on the other end of the phone
made up some excuse about having to go and cut our conversation short.
As I hung up the phone, I was puzzled as to what could have POSSIBLY
caused a school known for it's commitment to "refining ladies" to kick
Angelina out. I decided to hear it straight from the source, so I got
Angelina to come in the next day.


	Unlike before when she had been resentful and arrogant towards the
idea of being taught anything (don't think this was just one of
Angelina's traits...it happens in almost all of my clients, sadly),
now she had an heir of a disenchanted child about her; that is, she
acted like she KNEW that the manners classes were good for her but
that she was too proud to admit to it.

	Angelina took a seat in the same chair she had sat in a few weeks
earlier and folded her arms across her chest, her breasts resting
gently on the crooks of her arm. Angelina wore just a light gray men's
work shirt underneath a thick and heavy leather jacket, and a pair of
black form fitting dress pants, of which the outfit blurred and
obscured her renowned curves and numerous tattoos.

	"So what happened? How did you get kicked out?" I asked her, my hands
folded on the desk in front of me. I felt like I was her father,
lecturing her about doing poorly in school. "Angelina, could you
answer my question please?" I asked again.

	Rather than responding, she just looked around my office. After a few
seconds, she got up from the chair and began walking around the room,
oblivious to me completely. I was now getting a little angry.

	"Look Angelina, you may be a big star but when you are in this
office, you are just another client and you need to answer my
questions. WHY did you get kicked out of that school" I asked, now
standing up from the chair, for what reason I don't know (perhaps my
anger made me rise).

	Angelina continued walking around the room slowly, running her long
fingers over anything that caught her eye. I saw she was paying very
close attention to my wall of photos, most of which had been of my
father with various stars from the 60s to the late 90s. She spoke at
last though.

	"I got caught fucking Billy Bob on school grounds," Angelina said
nonchalantly, her back turned to me.

	I was almost dumbfounded, although I don't why I was - I should have
seen this coming. I tried to think of what to say in response to that.

	"Well...I'm sure that, now that I know that, if I call the CEO of the
school, Mrs...uh, Robbins, we can sort this thing out," I said,
confident in my solving of the problem.

	"I don't know...we were doing the fucking on top of her desk,"
Angelina said, this time turning to look at me in the eyes as she
spoke from across the room. My throat had gone dry as the image of
Angelina bent over a desk not unlike the one in front of me, getting
slammed hard from behind, filled my thoughts.

	"Oh," I said dryly. "Well, what did you do when she walked in?" I
asked.

	"She joined us. You know, for a woman who spends so much time around
sexually aggressive women, you'd think she would know how to eat pussy
better!" Angelina said exasperatedly, like having sex in the middle of
some strange woman's office on your agent's dime was an every day
occurrence. Of course, with Angelina, I never knew.

	She was now standing in front of the desk now, her palms flat on the
desktop and her narrow ass arched high behind her. Her long brown
hair, in a ponytail when she walked in, now hung over her left
shoulder softly as she stared at me.

	That added bit of information had made it even harder for me to
concentrate on the situation. I suddenly realized that I had a quite
large erection and that Angelina was probably staring right at it.
Embarrassed a little, I sat back down in my chair.

	"Ok Angelina but," I started to say, but was cut off. Angelina now
sat on the desk halfway, her gorgeous ass half on and half off the
desk, her long nails clinking on the laminated wood top of the desk as
she sat in thought.

	"Look Dean, let's be honest about some things right off the bat. You
don't like me very much do you?" Angelina asked.

	"Now Angelina, I didn't say that. I just thought..." I said before
being cut off again.

	"Let's keep these answers simple alright? Yes or no. I know how you
agents like to go off on these long-winded speeches. So just answer
me, yes or no" Angelina said.

	"But.." I stammered, but Angelina had put a finger to her lips and
motioned for me to follow her instructions. I felt like I was playing
a game now with an adolescent child, but I knew in reality that if
Angelina was anything besides an actress, it was that of a sexual
huntress. I knew I had to tread lightly through these questions if I
wanted to get anywhere.

	"No, I don't, not really. But that's just your person-" I said, but
Angelina shushed me. It suddenly dawned on me that Angelina and my
eyes had been locked for I don't know how long, and that she was
leaning closer to me.

	"That's fine. I know not everyone in the world is going to like me,
but in our case we need to work something out," Angelina said. "Now,
even though you don't like me, do you find me attractive?"

	"Yes," I blurted out, regretting that I was thinking with my head
rather than the head with my BRAIN in it.

	"Good. As do I with you. Now an even more important question: Would
you fuck me?" Angelina asked. Her bee-stung lips were now just a few
inches from mine as she leaned down on the desk. It suddenly hit me -
I was being seduced. But to what end?

	I hesitated for a moment before replying, trying to map out every
scenario for where this was going. Choosing what I thought was a safe
road, I answered:

	"Well, yes I'd like to but the whole issue with your husband, Mr.
Billy Bob Thornton seems to be a bit of a roadblock. Besides, you only
fuck him right? That's what you've been telling all the magazines," I
said, confident in my reply to the question.

	Angelina began laughing at my question loudly, a rather throaty and
deep laugh. She seemed to get a real kick out of something I said.

	After calming down, but still giggling, she said: "Boy you really
WERE wet under the ears when you took over this firm weren't you? That
whole 'I only fuck Billy Bob' thing was an idea created by YOUR father
one night while he was fucking the shit out of me in the back of that
car you drive, that BMW whatever,"

	"So then you don't just sleep with Billy Bob?" I asked, my confidence
in keeping my relative monogamy with Natalie Portman now growing
weaker every day.

	"Oh, I do sleep with Billy Bob a lot. He's a great fuck, that's why I
married him. But if you think someone like me is going to be satisfied
with one man, you are horribly mistaken. That reputation I have in
Hollywood didn't just appear out of thin air. Although I do think a
lot of it came from that one producer who I wouldn't let cum in my
pussy. What was his name again?" Angelina pondered wistfully. The
absurdity of this conversation was increasing with every passing word.

	"And Billy Bob knows about all this? He doesn't mind and actually
takes part in it?" I asked.

	"Oh yea. He loves watching me with another girl. And I get off on
knowing he's there, waiting to fuck me when we get home after I'm done
fucking a total stranger. But he REALLY loves it when I fuck another
guy. We have this whole charade we put on, where he acts like the
surprised husband who comes in and catches us. He gets all pissed off
at the guy and threatens to shoot his balls off but then I 'magically'
calm him down and Billy Bob joins in," Angelina said. "I don't know,
it's some kind of power trip thing. But I have to admit that we put on
a pretty fucking good show. Oscar caliber stuff for sure,"

	"I find your sex life to be oh-so fascinating Angelina, but what does
that have to do with you getting kicked out of that school and why you
are now just a few inches away from me on my desk?" I asked, leaning
back in my chair. My hands rested on the arm rests and were a little
sweaty from the raw sexual tension and energy that seemed to emanate
from Angelina's body. She was a sex kitten, without a doubt.

	"Well, the school thing was just a misunderstanding. You can probably
fix that - Billy had just brought me some lunch to eat since he had
the day off and one things led to another," Angelina replied.

	"You on the other hand," she said, taking my tie in her hand "are a
different issue. I know we don't get along real well and in fact
hardly see eye to eye on anything. But I think that for both of our
sakes and our working relationship," she said, leaning so close I
could feel her warm breath on my upper lip "you should fuck the living
shit out of me,"

	With a sudden movement, Angelina shot her hand down to my crotch,
that had become incredibly hard in the past few minutes. Still, I was
trying to come to grips with this relative insanity - I knew first
hand that mixing sex with a working relationship (my psycho
ex-assistant Julie) was NOT a good idea.

	"So how about it Dean? I'll let you do whatever you want," she
purred, her tongue dragging on the word "whatever".

	"So if we fuck, that will make things better between us and we will
get along. That's your brilliant idea?" I asked. I was incredibly
turned on by this whole thing and getting more so by the minute as
Angelina's hand began moving slowly up and down my shaft as she
squeezed and fondled my balls through my pants. The idea had a very
kinky allure to it, being able to compete (so to speak) for dominance
by the sheer power of fucking.

	Angelina didn't reply to my question, she just very, very, very
slowly nodded her head, a sexy "come hither" smile on her face.

	Leaning in to kiss me, we were interrupted by a buzz on the speaker
phone: "Dean, you've got a call from Warner Brothers on line 3. You
want me to take a message?"

	"No Damon, I'll get it. Thanks," I replied, looking at Angelina.

	"Who was that on the speaker phone? He sounded sexy," Angelina said,
now sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs dangling in front of
my crotch.

	"That was Damon, my assistant," I replied. 

	Angelina connected the name with a face and her eyes lit up "Ooo,
call him in here. Then we can really have some fun," she said.

	"No. I have to take this phone call. I'll talk to you later about
your...idea. Now, if you will excuse me," I said. Angelina looked a
little hurt but I really did need to talk to Warner Brothers. They
wanted a new show for Shannon Doherty now that she was off 'Charmed'
and wanted me to try and work something out. I glanced at Angelina as
she sat on the desk, looking pouty again.

	I motioned for her to leave, but it was to no avail. She mouthed 'I'm
not leaving till I get what I want'. I was getting a little angry as I
tried to carry on a conversation with them.

	"No, I agree completely. I think that if Shannon had complete
creative control of the show, she wouldn't get into any more fights or
trouble. Besides, it would give her something to do besides pick up
trash on the freeway," I said jokingly. Angelina had hopped off the
desk now but had dropped to her knees on the floor. With considerable
strength, she parted my legs and went straight for the zipper on my
slacks.

	I tried to resist her and still not let on to the WB that my
attention was not fully on what they were saying but Angelina had
basically already won. She had darted a hand inside my zipper as soon
as it was down and was fishing around for my cock, trying to pull it
out from the zipper. I glanced down at her as I watched her struggle
with the clasp and gave her an exasperated look as I undid the top
button of my pants. If she was hell bent on giving me a blowjob, at
least I could make sure she didn't rip my balls off in the process.

	My pants sliding free, Angelina pulled my hard prick and dangled it
in front of her mouth.

	"Yummy...I always like appetizers before the main course," she said.
And like a lightning bolt, her mouth engulfed my cock.

	To say that it felt good inside of her mouth would be the most
drastic understatement in history. There was something amazing inside
Angelina's mouth and whether it was a natural ability, lots of
experience or maybe even those puffy lips of hers, she knew how to
give a blow job.

	Her mouth warm and wet, like a sauna with suction, felt incredible
around my cock. I had almost shot my load when she had wrapped her
lips around me, but managed to control myself (a technique that I had
been taught just a few weeks earlier by Lucy Liu and Zhang Ziyi) and
delay orgasm. Angelina's lips bobbed up and down on my shaft, the skin
moving in time with her lips and she sucked and licked greedily like a
popsicle.

	I suddenly realized that I hadn't said anything in the phone for at
least 2 minutes, but was saved by the fact that they were still
talking about what an idiot Aaron Spelling was. "Uh-huh," I said into
the mouthpiece, trying to keep my breath from sounding too labored.

	Angelina removed her mouth from my cock but lifted it up to lick it
on the underside, mimicking something a porn star would do, as she ran
her fingers over my balls, tickling and teasing them as they hung
below my purple headed shaft. Angelina popped my meat back in her
mouth and went back to work sucking me off. She had managed to work
her way under the desk so that if anyone walked in, they wouldn't have
the slightest idea what we were up to (although I think the heavy
sweat on my brow would have been a dead giveaway).

	I tried to focus my attention back to the phone. "Yes sir, go on. I
think we are headed in the right direction," I gasped into the phone,
still hoping I wasn't too obvious. My hands, which had been fidgeting
on top of the desk and moving around to try and keep myself occupied,
now acted on instinct and moved down, gripping Angelina's head in my
palms and moving her head up and down on my crotch while I held the
phone against my ear with my shoulder.

	Angelina really knew how to give a blowjob, as every time her tongue
would touch my sensitive cock, it felt like a spark of electricity
shot from her mouth and onto my prick, charging it up and bringing
about the most intense pleasure. She seemed to sense that I was close
to cumming, so she began sucking hard on my prick, waiting for my load
to come.

	I felt my balls tense up and then explode my load in a torrential
flood of semen, shooting it straight into her mouth and down her
throat. I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning too loud into the
phone while Warner Brothers talked. As I felt my orgasm subsiding,
Angelina removed her mouth from my prick and licked a little droplet
that sat perfectly on top of my head clean, leaving my prick still
hard though. Angelina climbed out from under my desk and wiped her
mouth with her little pinky, smearing the remaining cum onto her
tongue.

	Reaching into the purse she had left in the chair, she pulled out a
piece of paper and scrawled something on it for a moment before
folding it up and putting it on my desk in front of me. She mouthed
out the words "Call me" and then walked out of the room. I managed to
regain myself and finish the conversation, but not before I read
Angelina's note:

	"My house, 9 PM. Fun & a surprise. Bring that big cock of yours and
let's have fun!"

	Folding it up and smiling to myself, I wondered for the rest of the
day what the surprise would be.

	
	I showed up that evening dressed casually, changing before leaving
the office. It was a hot fall night in LA, the smog from the business
day had seeped in through the hills and left everything muggy and
suffocating. Still, Angelina's house up on the beach had a refreshing
sea breeze blowing in which sort of counteracted it. Ringing the
doorbell, I was more than a little surprised to see Angelina standing
there when she greeted me.

	Dressed in tight leather pants that were slit up the side, revealing
her beautiful legs and completely crotch-less in the front, it was
quite a surprise to be sure. There was a faint wafer of the smell of
her already wet pussy as she opened the door hitting my nostrils as
she greeted me. All that she wore on her chest to cover her quite
luscious breasts was a fishnet halter top that allowed her nipples to
protrude from the flimsy material. Angelina's long brown hair hung
over one shoulder and she looked at me sexily as she opened the door.

	"Hello Dean, come in. I'll take you to your surprise in a minute if
you will follow me," Angelina said, turning away.

	"Geez, I hope you don't greet the Girl Scouts dressed like that," I
joked, although the joke fell flat in the sexual tension I could feel
building around us as we walked further into the house. Angelina's ass
was also completely exposed in the back and her firm ass cheeks
jiggled a little bit as she walked.

	The beach house was nice, with high ceilings and a wide window giving
a beautiful view of the beach from where the house rested on a
hilltop. Pointing out the window as we walked, Angelina remarked:

	"Billy Bob and I watch out that window there. When he sees a guy or a
girl he would like to see me with, I run down there and grab them up.
It doesn't take too much effort usually, especially with the guys. But
the girls, I love doing it with the girls...gives me a challenge by
having to seduce them. You wouldn't BELIEVE the types of people we've
brought back up here," Angelina said.

	I felt the bulge in my pants get bigger as we walked, hearing
Angelina talk about the sheer slutiness of her behavior. I knew she
had a sexual reputation in Hollywood, but some how having her confirm
it to me made her "slut" image seem that much more alluring. She was
like the bad girl that all men dream about fucking, only she happened
to be a world famous actress and Oscar winner.

	Turning around to talk to me as she walked backwards, Angelina spoke
again.

	"Tell me Dean, with all the Hollywood pussy you and I have shared,
and trust me I think we have a lot of partners in common, who was your
favorite?" Angelina said, walking backwards as she talked.

	"Geez, I don't know. I don't do that whole gossip thing. They are all
great girls and great lays...hey, does my reputation precede me THAT
much?" I asked.

	"Well, you know us girls. We love to talk. Especially when we get
fucked nice and hard. It's only natural that it would come back to me,
don't you think? You do have to tell me though if any of them have
been giving out my little bedroom secrets. Have they?" Angelina
replied. She was leading me upstairs now, presumably to her bedroom.

	"I'm not sure what you mean, they all seem to be pretty talented on
their own accounts," I said.

	"Oh, bullshit. Most of the girls that I know that you have slept with
were practically nuns before I met them. You know that thing where
they squeeze your cock with their tight little pussies? Yea, that's
not really a talent you are born with," Angelina said.

	I was a little taken aback that she taught them that, but given all
the other sexual boasting she had done, little was surprising me
really right now.

	"Really? Huh, I never would have guessed it," I replied.

	"Yep. I'm still teaching them quite regularly so you never know what
we will do to you next," Angelina said with a devilish grin. "Here,
climb on the bed for me and lean against the head rest,"

	I did as I was told and Angelina climbed on next to me, reaching over
to start taking off my clothes. Her nipples hung just a few inches
from my face as she leaned over to unbutton my shirt and I darted my
tongue out, trying to get at them.

	"Easy there tiger, not yet. We are doing things MY way, which means
nice and slow at first and then long and hopefully very, very hard
later," Angelina said. When she had stripped me naked, she reached
behind the pillow I was laying on and produced a pair of handcuffs.

	"Hey now, make sure you have a key for those," I grinned as Angelina
tied my hands behind my head. Angelina didn't reply, but climbed off
the bed and removed her shirt.

	"I'll be RIGHT back," Angelina said, walking out of the room. Her
leather pants swished as she walked, her legs brushing against each
other.

	A few minutes later, Angelina returned, guest in tow. In beside her
walked a blindfolded girl of about 19 or 20. She was wearing a very
skimpy bikini and my dick twitched a little as Angelina brought her
into the light. The girl was simply gorgeous, with perfectly bronze
(not over tanned at all) skin and a few small freckles on her nose and
cheeks. Her breasts were a large B cup or so and her ass and waste
were as skinny as any woman I had ever seen.

	"Dean, this is Karin. Karin, say hello to Dean," Angelina said,
rubbing her hands on Karin's arms and up towards her breasts.

	"Hi," Karin said quietly. I saw that she looked to be a little
nervous, not being able to see me and unsure of what was going to
happen.

	"Karin here has never been with a woman before. In fact, she claims
that she has only had sex twice. Isn't that right Karin?" Angelina
said, slapping Karin's ass gently with her hand. The girl jumped a
little but laughed nervously. "Ye..yes"

	"I found her laying on the beach today all by her lonesome and
brought her back here just for the special occasion of you coming over
tonight Dean," Angelina said. "But there is a catch to all this that I
think we will all enjoy. Since I like to be in charge when it comes to
sex, I'm going to set the rules.

	"First off, Dean. You are going to be chained there and be forced to
watch, so that by the time Karin and I finish, you will be so hot and
filled with animal lust you will almost be able to rip those handcuffs
off through the metal, your desire to fuck us both being the only
thing on your mind. And Karin...why, you are in for a real treat my
delicious little girl. I will introduce you to the pleasures of being
with a woman...all while you remain blindfolded," Angelina said.

	"But...Ms. Johnson," Karin said. Angelina winked at me: she hadn't
even let the girl know who she was! "I...I don't know if I'm ready to
try something like that,"

	"Oh, relax Karin. By the time I'm done with you, you will be so
skilled at sex with women that you will be able to go back to your
sorority and get even more recruits for my bisexual revolution!"
Angelina said, pulling Karin close to her and speaking softly in front
of her lips. Karin giggled a little as Angelina took her hand, pulling
her towards the bed.

	Karin climbed on gently and Angelina led her over so that she was
sitting right next to me. I could smell the suntan lotion and the
scent of her womanly musk of excitement as she sat by me, just inches
from my immobile body, her heat radiating onto me.

	Without saying another word, Angelina scooted herself up next to
Karin and embraced her once again, this time slipping her tongue
delicately into Karin's mouth. At first the girl seemed to resist a
little, but then she responded quite passionately, forcing her own
tongue into Angelina's mouth. Angelina glanced over at me and reached
out, giving my painfully hard dick a little squeeze. I gasped
involuntarily at this, feeling myself become extremely horny at this
display.

	Angelina removed her hand from me and reached around Karin's back,
untying her bikini top and pulling it free, letting it drop to the
bed. Karin's breasts sprang free, with no hint of a tan line (I guess
Angelina had found her sunbathing topless) on her tits. Karin's
nipples were hard and protruding straight forward almost like erasers
as she forced herself forward onto Angelina.

	Still wearing her fishnet top, Angelina began to roam her hands all
over Karin's body, rubbing and squeezing the girls nipples. Karin
broke the kiss and sighed a little as her breathing became hot and
heavy. She sat complacently, breathing hard as Angelina moved her
mouth to Karin's nipples, giving them a loving lick.

	Moving her tongue down to Karin's navel, Angelina planted small
kisses on her tummy, dry, soft kisses that were the epitome of erotic.
Karin's hands had not been innocent in all this either though, as her
hands moved around and found Angelina's ass, squeezing and kneading it
as Angelina dropped to her hands and knees as she moved further down
the girls body.

	I was thrashing around hard on the bed now, rocking it around as I
tried to get some kind of contact on my dick in this very hot lesbian
action. But Angelina had put the handcuffs on tight, so I was pretty
much immobile.

	Her tongue now slowly sliding towards Karin's skimpy bikini bottoms,
Angelina pulled the fabric aside with her teeth. Karin seemed to pull
back a little, unsure of if she wanted to cross this threshold.

	"Ms. Johnson...I'm not sure if I..." Karin whispered.

	"Shhh...just trust me Karin. You've got such a beautiful young pussy,
I want to make sure it gets the kind of treatment that it deserves.
Who knows how to please a woman better than another woman?" Angelina
said to her, kissing the inside of Karin's thighs. The girl seemed to
relax a little and let Angelina do whatever she wanted.

	Laying her down gently on the bed next to me, Karin's side and arms
rested against me. The blindfold over her eyes had so far managed to
hold as the girls head rested on the pillow next to my own. Her short,
shoulder length blond hair splayed out around her head as she bit her
lip, nervous but excited at what was to come.

	Angelina slowly slid her hand up Karin's stomach, rubbing her pussy
with her elbow as she parted Karin's legs gently, leaving them open in
a spread-eagle position. Rubbing her stomach, Angelina moved her long
fingers down to the girls cunt, rubbing the thin strip of hair with
her palm, causing Karin to gasp in pleasure.

	Lowering her own mouth to right above Karin's pussy, Angelina began
to blow gently on the lips, causing Karin to giggle a little as she
moved back and forth on the bed, brushing her tits against my chest.
Her eyes never leaving my own, Angelina put her mouth over the girls
pussy and began to lap at it like a dog.

	Karin's body bounced up on the bed as she moaned erotically,
experiencing the feelings of sex with another woman for the first
time.

	"Oooo, Ms. Johnson I...UGHH!!" Karin said. Angelina held the girls
legs down as she licked at her opening the girls pussy like a delicate
flower. I saw Angelina's tongue lick her own lips seductively as she
sucked on Karin's clit.

	It didn't take but a few minutes of this for Karin to orgasm, a
panting, throaty moan escaping from her pursed lips as Angelina
brought her to climax. Her chest still heaving, Angelina climbed from
between the young girls legs and onto the bed. Spreading her own legs
wide, Angelina climbed into the 69 position and went back to work at
Karin's cunt.

	Angelina's own pussy slowly descended over Karin's mouth, moving
around rhythmically as she teased it right above Karin's panting lips.

	"Now Karin, I want to see how good your pussy eating skills are for
an amateur. Do whatever comes naturally," Angelina said, between licks
at the girls cunt. With that, Angelina lowered her pussy onto Karin's
mouth. Karin pulled her mouth shut at first, but as she got used to
the pungent, sweet odor of Angelina's dripping wet cunt, Karin slowly
opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out tentatively.

	After moving it around in various directions at first, Karin's pink
little tongue finally found Angelina's own pink little cunt and she
started to lick it slowly, one lick at a time.

	"Yea girl, that's it. Keep it up! Give it to me faster!" Angelina
moaned. Encouraged by her words, Karin smiled and became more
assertive, lifting her head from the pillow as she pushed her tongue
deeper into Angelina's cunt. It wasn't long before Karin got the hang
of it, albeit a little clumsily, and she moved her hands onto
Angelina's ass, opening up her legs wider so that she could get a
better taste.

	Karin moaned again as Angelina brought her to her second orgasm of
the night. Angelina meanwhile was swaying her legs around Karin's
head, squeezing a little as the girl licked now faster and faster at
Angelina's sweet juice. Lifting her head up from in between Karin's
legs, Angelina rocked back and now sat almost totally on Karin's face
while the girl licked.

	Squeezing her legs tightly around Karin's head, Angelina began to
orgasm "Yes! Do it! Lick my cunt! See, you are a little pussy loving
slut aren't you! Get ready for your first taste of woman juice because
here it comes!" Angelina cried.

	Karin's face was flooded with Angelina's juices, coating her lips and
cute little freckles with sweet pussy liquid, some of it even soaking
into Karin's blindfold. Rolling off of Karin, Angelina collapsed
beside her on the bed. I was about to blow my load after watching such
a hot site, but Angelina had other plans.

	"Can I take off my blindfold now Ms. Johnson?" Karin panted, wiping
Angelina's juice from her face and onto the bed.

	"No, not yet. We still have Dean over here to take care of," Angelina
replied. "How about it Dean, which one of us would you like to fuck
first?"

	"I don't care, just give me one of you girls hot pussies and I will
be able to die happy!" I grunted, realizing that Angelina had been
right about the animal lust taking over.

	"Hmmm...just what I like to hear. I've been dying to ride that cock
since we first met. And this will of course, resolve any differences
of opinion we might have, right?" Angelina said, reaching her arm over
and stroking my chest.

	"Yes, yes, whatever, just let me get off!" I replied, thrusting my
hips off the bed.

	"Karin, if you would be so obliged, guide me onto Mister
ahh...Johnson's cock here," Angelina said.

	"Is he your husband?" Karin asked, sitting up on the bed and rubbing
herself against Angelina like a playful little kitten.

	"Something like that," Angelina said, winking again at me. With a
little help, Angelina was able to lead Karin over to me and position
herself right above my cock.

	"That's it girl, now slowly ease me onto it. He's got a 9 inch prick
so it won't take long for me to hit it. Then, after he shoots his
first load into my hot pussy, you can have a ride," Angelina said.

	"Oh boy!" Karin said, holding onto Angelina's hips as she held her
over me. I couldn't use my hands to hold my cock up straight, but
Angelina's soft hands had already taken care of that for me. Though
not too experienced at sex, Karin certainly knew how to tease a man as
she slowly (agonizingly slow) let Angelina drop onto my prick. Inch by
inch, I disappeared into Angelina's wetness.

	Her pussy wasn't tight, so much as it was wet and warm and oh so
nice. Her clit rubbed against me as she descended my shaft, and
Angelina panted a little as my full girth slowly entered her. I felt
my balls rest between her ass and felt the heaven that I'm sure quite
a few other people had felt as well. With every up and down thrust,
Angelina's body seemed to move in a graceful, catlike motion. As
bizarre as it sounds, while having sex Angelina became like the most
graceful ballerina, her body swaying and moving in rhythm.

	Angelina must have grown tired of being lowered up and down on my
cock, so she decided to rotate me around (no easy task while
handcuffed) so that SHE lay on the bed and I was thrusting into her in
a semi-missionary style, moving around as much as the cuffs would let
me. Being handcuffed was both frustrating and highly erotic, because
it forced me to consider alternate ways of making love to Angelina.

	Karin had climbed onto the bed next to Angelina and was licking her
nipples tenderly as I fucked in and out of Angelina's dripping wet
snatch, her legs wrapped around my waist and our bodies rocking
together as I supported myself with my knees, hunched over at an
angle.

	I felt my load arrive and forced myself as deep as possible into
Angelina as I unleashed inside of her, coating her cunt with my juice.
Angelina moaned loudly as she came a few seconds later, both of us
panting for breath when we were done. I pulled out from her and laid
face down on the bed, rotating myself around so that I laid on my
back.

	"Wow, that was great Dean. And I see you still have some stamina for
Karin here. I saw her twitching with excitement as she listened to us
while we fucked so I bet she is more than ready," Angelina said.

	Indeed, Karin looked MORE than ready. At Angelina's mere mention of
her name, Karin had shot straight up on the bed and was feeling around
blindly in front of her, trying to find where the action was.

	"Oh Ms. Johnson, you have no idea! I want it soooo bad!" Karin moaned
as she forced her hand between her legs and began to rub her cunt.
Angelina smiled at me.

	"Very well Karin, and as a special treat, I'll even take off your
blindfold," Angelina said. The girl giggled a little and sat perfectly
still as Angelina crawled over to her and reached behind the girl's
head, untying the tight knot and letting the blindfold slip off her
face down her neck.

	Karin opened her eyes - a beautiful sky blue hue that sparkled
vibrantly as she looked around and adjusted to the light. She scoped
out the room and looked at us laying there on the bed. Angelina was
reclining next to me, rubbing her hand up and down my chest as I
watched Karin take it all in.

	At first she didn't seem to know who Angelina was, or if she did she
ignored it. But then she did a double take and looked back at
Angelina's beautiful, naked body and a look of puzzlement came over
her face.

	"Ms. Johnson, has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like..."
Karin said, before Angelina cut her off.

	"Angelina Jolie? Yes. Because I AM Angelina Jolie," Angelina said
with a wicked smile. She moved her hand out and rubbed Karin's smooth
thigh.

	"But, I thought you said...so I just had sex with...woah!" Karin
said. I couldn't tell if she was happy or upset or what, but she
didn't seem to resist as Angelina's hand moved up her thigh and she
started stroking her pussy. "And who is this guy?" Karin asked,
pointing at me.

	"This is Dean. He's my agent, and one of the best fucks I've had in a
while. You are more than welcome to try him out if you want, he's not
going anywhere," Angelina chuckled. Karin grinned widely and moved
over towards me. I didn't say a word as she took my cock in her hand
and began stroking it back to it's full length. Karin lowered her
mouth slowly and gave my prick a few licks, wetting it a little. She
got on her hands and knees and spun around backwards, lowering her ass
and pussy towards my girth.

	Angelina pulled open Karin's ass cheeks as the girl slipped the head
of my dick into her pussy. We both gasped a little - she was
incredibly tight, and I could barely fit the head of my cock inside of
her opening without stretching her pussy lips widely.


	Slowly though, Karin adjusted to the feeling and inch by inch I
disappeared inside of her. Within a few minutes, she was riding me
"cowgirl" style with ease. Compared to Angelina's pussy, Karin's a
challenge. I like a tight cunt as much as the next guy, but TOO tight
is almost painful to fuck. Luckily, Karin's pussy lubricated itself
pretty well as we fucked (not to mention Angelina's tongue licking
Karin's clit as often as she could). My arms were growing incredibly
tired now, having to use my whole lower body to control my fucking.

	Sensing this, Angelina unlocked the handcuffs on my wrist and I fell
back onto the bed with a thud. I caught my breath for a moment, my
dick still buried deep inside of Karin, and I moved my hands up to her
waist so that I could feel her body.

	Sliding my hands up her stomach, I cupped Karin's breasts in my hands
and gave them a gentle squeeze - I had been thinking they were fake
when I first saw them, but now that I felt them they felt real and
very natural. Teasing her nipples with my thumbs, I rubbed her breasts
as she bounced on top of me. Able to sit up now, I pulled her back to
me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight as my dick moved
slowly in and out of her.

	Angelina moved in front of Karin and we sandwiched her, Angelina
sliding her tongue back into Karin's warm, wet mouth as the two girls
made out on top of me. Seeing Angelina's full, beautiful lips pressed
against the flawless, innocent face of Karin was too much, and I felt
my balls tense up once more, shooting stream after stream into Karin's
ultra tight cunt.


	The remainder of the night was spent drinking and talking and most
importantly, fucking. Angelina taught Karin everything she knew about
making love to both a woman and a man (for which I was a more than
willing volunteer). Around 5 AM or so, the girls crashed and fell
asleep, so I decided to sneak out. I left Angelina a note, just like
she had done for me:

	Angelina: 
	Thank you for such a wonderful ice breaker. Do whatever you want, I
don't think there is much I can do to stop you. Give me a call, let's
do lunch sometime.


	Smiling, I set it on the bedside table next to Angelina's collection
of vibrators and body oils (that's a whole other story...) and slipped
quietly out of the house, into my car. The echo of the waves filling
the early morning air, Angelina had been right - a little sex can go a
long way to creating a good, working relationship. I knew that it was
something I would have to try in the future with ALL my clients...



	CHAPTER 21: Ashley Judd




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