Rebound Sex

Rebound Sex

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

It has been quite a dry spell for one young male assistant to a popular Hollywood producer. That is until he sees his boss's hot girlfriend.

Summary

It has been quite a dry spell for one young male assistant to a popular Hollywood producer. That is until he sees his boss's hot girlfriend.

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Submitted: May 14, 2017

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Submitted: May 14, 2017

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Rebound Sex

 

I knew the signs.  At this point, I could practically predict them.  Yet another pretty model ran bawling from the boss’s office like her sexy yellow minidress was on fire.  I pursued as was my way. 

With good intentions?  Fuck, no!  To take advantage, of course!  I was the best rebound guy around and took my title very seriously.

Like everyone else in Hollywood, I took my opportunity when presented no matter the form it took.  If you saw me, you couldn’t pick me out of a crowd millennials on the street.  I blended in because there was nothing special about me.  I wasn’t tall at just 5’ 6”.  Might as well had been a Hobbit, and in fact throughout high school that was my nickname.  Damnit if I didn’t hate Lord of the Rings! 

Early aspirations to be in front of the camera was out of the equation since I was super pale.  The camera just didn’t love me or my thin sandy hair.  Did I also mention that I was skinny as hell?  No matter how much I ate through the day, which was a lot, I could not put on weight.

What saved me was being a great third generation bullshitter.  I learned this impressive skill best from my own parents and grandparents.  They had been in the business for many years.  They produced Emmy-winners in crime dramas ripped from the headlines.  Shifting with the times, they began developing a number of the hottest reality shows across cable networks.  These were really cheap to do yet made lots of money from sponsors.

Bottom line?  Unlike my boss’s latest ex-girlfriend, I was no model.  So, I had to have a good talking game to avoid the bullies who loved to single me out because of how frail I looked.  Thing was I was smart enough to befriend the biggest of the badasses.  As far as getting girls’ attention that came from my mouth, too.  Not just oral skills going downtown either on her. 

My ability to think fast on my feet by talking got me hired by Mr. Oxbig in the first place.  Sure, I could have worked for my parents or grandparents, but they had rules I didn't want to abide by.  After turning nine-teen, I had my own agenda.  It certainly wasn't being stressed out assholes like they were.  To hell with that shit!

So how did I get this job?  I was just into my bike courier job for the last month when Mr. Oxbig's former assistant had some type of meltdown.  I delivered their lunch to the office one day when Mr. Oxbig said that I could do the job better than his assistant.  Chiming in, I said something about not being a trained monkey, but I had better skills.  This made the boss laugh. 

The assistant quit refusing to kiss Mr. Oxbig’s ass anymore.  The boss had no use for that.  It hurt his ego.  I knew how to stroke that having done it all my life.  Not his cock though!  I didn’t play for the same team only the fairer one.

“Is it me?” the thin brunette model questioned me beyond the famed Hollywood producer’s office door.  She approached the elevators and pushed the down button.  She looked to me with tears still streaming down her pretty face.

I offered her a tissue and frowned in what I hoped was sympathy.  “No.”

She took the bait.  “Thank you.”  She wiped her eyes carefully.  “Then why?”

I shook my head.  Mr. Oxbig was a puzzle unto himself in the last year and a half I worked for him.  When I thought I figured him out, he did the strangest things. 

She continued with more tears streaming from her eyes.  “Why every time we get intimate, he shuts down and pushes me away?  What’s wrong with me?”

“I don’t know anything except he’s a damn fool.  You’re smokin' hot, Kimi.”

She sniffled and dabbled the tissue at her eyes some more.  “You seem nice.  How the hell can you work with that cold bastard?”

I smiled crookedly as I leaned in toward her and said in a lowered voice, “Well, I’m not all that nice.  In fact, I’m as sleazy as every other sex-starved guy in this town.”

Kimi shook her head and chuckled.  “That’s what you want everyone to believe.”

“I just hate to see a pretty girl cry.”  I reached to cup her straight brown hair behind her ear and away from her face. 

“I’m a mess.”  She disagreed with a laugh with her mascara running and smudged around her gray-blue eyes. 

I shook my head at her because to me she was still hot.  Hell, she’d be hot in a potato sack for all I cared.  “A fine hot mess then.”

We exchanged a look at the undercurrent of emotion running through her and me too if I were honest.  Her laughter suddenly stopped.  She grabbed me to her seeing as with her high heel shoes we were the same height.  To my shock, Kimi crushed her mouth to mine.

Now this was more like it!  If I had the looks to go with this mouth of mine, I really would be golden!  At the moment though my mouth was busy playing tongue hockey with the mint gum she was chewing.  Her mouth really tasted good, and I was happy to play with someone other than my blow-up doll Candy. 

It didn’t take my hands any time at all to reach for and slap her on that cute little ass.  She gasped in surprise each time I rubbed my tenting crotch into her.  Damnit, I was so horny!  Today was no different particularly when Kimi visited the office. 

If her guard was down, great!  I’d broken up with my girlfriend again a few months back.  We did that a lot because she was a starving studio musician and toured a lot.  I think for good this time, yet I always did until she came back to L.A. and fucked me until my cock was sore.  Anyway, I suffered a dry spell for too long with a real girl. 

The elevator dinged, and we flowed inside until my back met the elevator wall.  Kimi unzipped my jeans without asking and found me going commando today.  Well, it was because, uhmmm, I hadn’t done laundry yet.  Grinning in excitement, she pulled my hard love loaf through the zippered teeth. 

Most girls lucky enough to see it were impressed that a guy of my delicate size could be packing so much in my skinny jeans.  Kimi looked down with a gasp as she spit on her hand and stroked it.  I hissed when she hoisted her dress and kicked her leg up against my chest like a dancer.  Shocked, I watched her work my thick head passed her panties.

Okay, from there I believed I lost all rational thought because this had to be the hottest impromptu sex I’d ever had.  Further, it was not with some sketchy road rat picked up after the club closed and fucked in the parking lot because there was no way I was going home with her or having her over my place.  Such girls usually turned out to be needy clingers and I liked to avoid drama where I could.  My boss Mr. Oxbig was drama enough with his damn women issues lately.  I would say Kimi had more class than most of them, but right now this good girl had really gone bad.  I fucking loved it!

With my legs spread to give me better balance, I let her take it from me, humping me at her will.  She gripped me around the neck and kissed me throughout the rough grind she gave my engorged cock.  Damnit Kimi was some meek little Illinois girl I thought.  Wrong!  Not with her leg kicked up beside my ear and whispering, “Fuck me” repeatedly. 

Any moment, I would come since I’d not jerked my poker in about a week.  Way too busy with the various projects the boss had me working on.  He was such a limp dick motherfucker.  However, it wasn’t like I could get a better job than this shitty one.  After all as my parents were quick to tell me, it was my bright idea to drop out of college and work odd jobs.  Hey, at least I wasn’t on drugs and I did work.  Yeah, uhmmm, until I got bored that was, and then I quit.  I liked to eat though so finding another job was essential.

Not to worry though about pleasing Kimi in my lack of holding back the jizz building and threatening to shoot.  I squeezed my eyes closed and gritted my teeth at the effort.  I held on to her leg and waist with each wet drive of her pussy.  One more grind and I felt her sweet walls grip me.  Already Kimi was cumming before me!

Her pussy tightened around me more while her body shook.  All other movement ceased with our harsh panting.  Opening my eyes, I stared into her gray-blue that showed me her pleasure.  I grabbed her by the hips and took over.  I needed a little more.  I was almost there but wouldn’t if I didn’t help stab that tight box of hers.  Her moans escalated with each rough thrust of my pelvis. 

While staring deep in each other’s eyes, I shook with my cum firing in the confined space to each of our groans.  We kissed the same way it all began with tongues entwined and then broke for good.  Her leg lowered with the ding of the elevator, and she turned from me tugging down her dress.  A little unsteadily, Kimi walked off the elevator.  Stuffing myself carefully back into my jeans, I followed. 

Only at that moment did I realize that we were not alone on the elevator!  Two people stared at us with stunned expressions on their faces.  One was a man grabbing his trouser anaconda through his pants.  The other one present was a woman who stared with open mouth but kneaded her own breast by slipping her hand through the low cut of her top.  I grinned nodding to them surprised I paid no mind to our audience, but neither had the model. 

I needed to jog to catch up with Kimi when she turned to me before reaching the revolving door of the office building.  Again, she kissed me. 

“That was fun.  I’m staying at the Montage Beverly Hills if you want to finish what we started here.”  She winked at me before slipping away through the door.  A limo awaited her, which she stepped into and was gone.

I licked my lips still tasting Kimi's minty sweetness.  Smiling slowly, I looked forward to any finish that was inside her!


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