Hardcore Erotica: Deluxe Collection Volume 2
By: Michael Venice
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Copyright © 2011 Michael Collado
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Big Tits Next Door
The last two months have been heaven for me. Oh no, I didn’t get a new job nor am I fucking a supermodel or anything like that. You see, for the last two months, I don’t have a jackass fucking neighbor keeping me up at all hours.
One of the downsides of living in Venice Beach is that you have a lot of “free spirits.” And by free spirits I mean people who are marginally employed, highly stoned and destined to keep vampire hours. My last neighbor, in particular, was this annoying chick who stayed up at all hours with her idiot friends. When she wasn’t playing shitty pop music through he iPod stereo, she would blast awful last night TV until two in the morning.
Well, on the weekends, I would hear the property manager open the door to the apartment next to mine. I would peek through the peephole to see who was looking at the apartment. Usually, the people were single men or women in their mid 30s. I just want to live next to someone with a 9 to 5 job. And hopefully, they don’t rent out the room to four college kids or else I may have to buy a gun and four bullets.
Well, finally the place is rented. I don’t know how lives next to me now. I simply need to cross my fingers are hope for the best. If the neighbor is some wannabe actor/writer/director living on daddy’s money, prone to late night party/drug binges, I will have to move. But my fucking place is rent controlled making the situation somewhat perilous. If I do move, I won’t have an address close to the beach. Fuck!
The moving van shows up in the back of the apartment building. Unlike most apartments on Venice Beach, we have 12 floors. I am on the eight floor and am able to spy the moving van 8 floors below. It appears that the van is one of those local LA companies. That means my new neighbor is relocating from somewhere in town. Alright, no need to panic yet.
I watch the movers bring the stuff in. There is lots of white furniture, including a white bed frame. So I suspect this is a chick. Well, that doesn’t really mean peace and quiet for me just yet. The movers work really fast. However, I did not see the new renter. I guess, I’ll just have to wait a few more days to find out who lives next door to me.
About three days pass and I forget about the new neighbor. I have just gotten my dinner from the Italian restaurant at the bottom of the apartment building. I am on the elevator and get off on the eight floor. The building is usually quiet and it’s quite unusual for two neighbors, on the same floor, to see each other.
The building has two elevators and as I walk to my apartment, at the end of the hall, I hear the elevator *ding.* Someone else is getting off on the eight floor. I turn around and see a tall girl with long black hair and some really big tits walk by way. I stop and just freeze. Fuck! she nice, tall skinny with big tits. Her lips are also red and thick. This chick looks like something out of a really, really good porno.
The mysterious young woman notices my leering and politely smiles. I notice that she is walking right towards me. What the fuck? Then she pulls out the keys. “Oh so, you’re my new neighbor.” The young woman says with a forward sense of confidence. Cool. She’s not a shy chick. Maybe we might be able to get along if she isn’t a loud neighbor.
“Oh hi.” I say in that nervous tone I usually adapt when I see a chick with big fucking tits. We shake hands. “My name is Kat.” The woman says as she smiles. She comes off really sexy but also really professional. My guess is that she probably works as a lawyer, real estate agent or some other business which requires interacting with people on a daily basis.
I smile. “Oh any by the way, I’m a great neighbor.” I tell her. “I’m a mouse. I don’t make any noise.” I add. Kat opens her mouth and seems to laugh. Then she puts her hand on my shoulder. “Oh, thank God!” Kat says. “I’m an actress and I usually have really early call times.” She adds. My eyes light up. I don’t recognize her. So I don’t know if she is a real actress or one of those aspiring actresses who thinks she has a career. All I know is that she is hot as fuck and has a nice personality, so I already like her. I try my best to think of what to say next. I don’t want to insult her and ask her what she was in. Just in case, she’s been in lots of stuff and I just don’t know.
“That’s great. Acting. What are you working on now?” I ask. I thought this is a great question since she would be excited about her current work and allows me to sidestep the uncomfortable question of asking about what she’s been in before. Kat’s eye light up. Actors and actresses, and creative people in LA, love talking about themselves and their work. Kat gets comfortable, leaning on the wall as she talks about her new job. “This is going to be, like, my first real movie. I mean, there’s a star in it and everything. I’m not like gonna be on the poster but it’s two scenes. You see.” Kat says as she uses her hands to talk. “I’m a waitress and there’s a hold up. I’m going to be taken hostage at gun point. That’s the first scene. The second scene is when the villian drags me out of the back door and knocks me on the ground to escape. I’m going to try to convince the director to let me bite the villian as a way to let go of me. Actually, I’m thinking about improvising the bite on the set.”
I am actually excited to hear that I’m living next door to an actress. And the fact that she is young with really nice tits is a bonus. And the fact that she is friendly and doesn’t have an attitude is a double bonus. Sure, she seems very much about herself doesn’t bother me too much. I’m sure I’m the same way. “I look forward to seeing you in the movie. Is there anything I can watch you in tonight?” I ask. Kat thinks for a moment. She gets a little uncomfortable. “Hmmm. I don’t want you to see me in anything that was stupid. Oh, hey, check out this indie movie I did. It’s called ‘Deserted.’ It’s the biggest role I had. The movie played at the South by Southwest. We didn’t get distribution in theaters but it’s out on DVD.” Kat tells me. “Cool!” I say.
Kay goes insider her apartment. I watch her beautiful body. Her hair is really nice and long and draped well over her heavy tits. Kat’s skin is pale but in a cool way. She has a goth look without the labored look.
I walk into my apartment and put my Lemon Chicken with angle hair pasta to the side. Yes, this chick is so hot, she trumps Italian take-out! I go to my computer and look up that movie she mentioned “Deserted” on IMDB.com. Her name is Kat Henna. But her real name is Catherine Horowitz. Who knew! According to IMDB, she was born in Burbank and it mentions that her dad was a camera man for the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. So she’s pretty much an industry baby.
I look at the rest of her credits. I see a couple of short movies and then I see a credit for an episode of “High Heels?!” That sounds like some soft core action. Off my pants go and it’s time for some quality jerk off time. I look up the screen caps for Kat Henna in “High Heels” and I find, wait for it, nothing! Fuck! I’m already in jerk off mode and there is nothing for me to jerk off to.
Well, me being the accomplished cyber stalker that I am, I look up photo of Kat Henna. It takes a while, she only has five credits to her name, when you include the three short films, “Deserted” and that all-too mysterious episode of “High Heels.” I look up Youtube and find one of her short films called, “I think You Hate Me.” I begin to watch. Good God, what a piece of shit this. The short movie look like it was shot on a regular digital camcorder. In fact, the entire eight minute short movie looks like the non-sex “action” portion of a porno.
Well, I check up Netflix and find the indie film “Deserted.” The first shots of the movie look promising. It’s shot on video but high quality video. Perhaps they used one of those high end RED cameras that are used to shoot lower budget Hollywood movies. I quickly check the synopsis of the film: Four young people travel to an underground dersert rave only to find the entire party deserted. The four try to find out what happened to the people in the party. Alright, sounds like low-budget horror fare here. Well, I’m not a fan of horror but the movie starts out pretty well.
Then Kat comes onto screen. Dammit. She is wearing a tight, tight white tank top. Obviously the Director knew how to show off those big tits. Kat’s cleavage makes this movie easy to watch. I actually enjoy the movie and jerked off twice while watching it. At least, I can be honest and tell Kat she was good in the movie. Just upset she wasn’t naked in it. But that doesn’t prevent me from not jerking off to her.
There is something about Kat. I mean, besides the big tits and thick lips. She has a sort of confidence that you don’t really see in LA. Yeah, you see lots of arrogance and meglomania that masks insecurity. But she seems to know that she is going to make it. Even looking at that low-budget horror movie, I get a sense that I’m going to see her face on a billboard for a big CGI laden movie someday.
The next day, I walking home from my job. Since the weather in LA is so nice and the traffic sucks, I prefer to walk. Yeah, I know it makes me a weirdo. But it does help me to relax. As I am crossing Lincoln Boulevard, I notice a little white Mini crusing right next to me as I walk. At first, I thought it may be one of the many parking enforcement cars around town. However, I look over and see that the car is indeed a Mini and I see Kat sitting inside, looking at me. She rolls down the window. “Do you need a ride, dude?” Kat says to me. She is leaning over with a low cut shirt and I am seeing lots and lots of cleavage. Holy fuck!
I was about to go into my whole, “Well, I prefer to walk home from work,” speech. But I realize a great opportunity to sit next to some big titty when I see it. I say, “Oh cool. Thanks.” I get inside the Mini. “Did your ride break down or something?” Kat says. “No, I walk home from work but I’ll ride home with you the rest of the way.” I say. Fuck, I just made that sentence sound like we live together. She is surely going to be creeped out by me. No. Instead, she blows right past what I was saying and immediately asks. “Did you see my movie?”
I smile. Because, of course, I did and I know the right things to say. “Yeah, I saw ‘Deserted’ last night. I’m not really into those kinds of movies but you were great in it.” I tell her. I notice Kat smile and she is not the smiling type. Not to say that Kat seems cold. But her tall, pale and long dark hair just creates this dark, sexy aura that is not indicative to easy smiles. “Cool!” Kat says. “That was three years ago and I’m so much better now.” Kat says.
I look over and fuck, those tits are amazing. They are just so large and so perky. But I am kinda intrigued by her acting career and ask her. “So what’s like your dream movie? Or your dream role?” Kat smiles. I knew couldn’t resist talking about his future fame. “I want to do a lot of different kinds of roles. Drama and comedy. But what I really want to do is the life story of an amazing woman. You know, start off with her as a teenager and work my way through her entire life. And I have to do that role soon. I’m 21. And maybe I can pull off a teenager at 24 or even 25. But that’s it. I have five years.”
Dammit. 21. So young. I’m 12 years older than her and I am just thinking about the fact that these big 21 year old tits are bouncing less than a foot away from my left hand. Oh, why does the world have to torture me like this?! Then I think again about her age. 21. And she lives next door to me. I pay $1,500 a month for my one bedroom Venice Beach apartment and I have rent control. She must be paying $1,800 a month, at least! Where the fuck does she get the money?!
I begin to think that maybe her parents have money. Hmm. Maybe she escorts on the side. I don’t know. We pull into the apartment building garage and I watch Kat’s big titties bounce as we go over the speed bumps. Dammit. Such nice tits. Then I try to think of something clever to say.
“So, I bet you’ve had some good and some bad experiences so far, huh?” I ask Kat. She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, in this business. When you are young, with big tits, you get the scummy producers. And I’m trying my best to learn.” She tell me. And then I think about that mysterious role in that softcore show “High Heels.” I want to ask her about it. But if I ask her the wrong way, all could be lost.
“Any role in particular you wish you could take back?” I ask as innocently as I can. Kat pulls into her parking space and exhales deeply. “Have you ever heard of the show ‘High Heels?;” Kat asks me. I try my best poker face and respond. “Oh yeah. It’s that softcore show or something? Where you on that?” I ask trying my best not to sound like I wouldn’t know. “Yeah!” Kat says as she opens the door and slams it behind her.
I open the garage lobby door for her and we reach the elevators. “You know, I guess every actress has that role where she shows off her body. So, you know, I shouldn’t be too upset. And the show paid okay.” Kat say. “It’s just something I don’t want to make as a career.” She adds as we enter the elevator. “You’re very sexy looking.” I blurt out. What the fuck? Where did that come from? What’s wrong with me? Kat kinda looks at me for a moment and I try my best to save myself. “I mean. I think people will offer you very sexy roles. Not to mean it will limit you to those soft-core things. But, you know, as a guy, I know that Hollywood doesn’t seem to have that many young actress with big, natural tits. I mean, they are usually super thin.” I mumble out. And what the fuck is wrong with me? Did I just mention her tits? Fuck! I just want to get out of this elevator now.
The doors open. Kat walks out and smiles. “It’s funny. But I honestly think I have the best tits in Hollywood. I mean, I look at the photos of other actresses and mine are clearly better. They’re bigger, they’re rounder, they’re perkier.” Kat rattles off as we walk down the hall. I am getting so fucking hard right now as she is talking about her tits. “And I know that my rack will get me into a producer’s office. But fuck, how many actresses have lost their souls to a bad decision like that.” Kat says. We reach other’s apartment doors. Since we live right next to each other it’s kinda an awkward way to end a conversation. And it’s made even more awkward since I have a raging hard-on and I am staring directly as her big fucking tits.
“I think you’re gonna make it.” I tell her. “And I love the fact that I know that I live next door to the best tits in Hollywood.” I say with a smile. Kat smiles and looks down at her rack. Then I add, just to play around. “Come on. Scarlett Johansson. She has some great fucking tits on her.” I say. Kat looks at me and motions for me to come inside her apartment. I’m kinda shock but I walk in.
Kat’s place is a blast of black and white. White sofas, black pillows. White area rugs, black coffee table. Very stylish and cool. Kat walk over to the coffee table and begins to sift through a bunch of those supermarket gossips magazines. She may have about twenty of them there. She picks up a magazine and flips through the pages until she gets to a spread of actresses in bikinis. Kat stops at the page which shows Scarlett Johansson in a tiny bikini with her big titties on display. Then Kat holds up Scarlett’s photo next to her rack. “We’re both what, 36Ds? But my tits are fuller and perkier. You see?”
Holy fuck! I can’t believe she is doing this! I can’t believe I am watching this. I just stare at her tits. I mean, this is the first time I can leer at her and really get away with it. I move closer to her and smile. “Well, Scarlett is in a bikini top. You’re in a tank top. Kinda hard to compare.” I tell her. And just like that Kat drops the magazine and takes her tank top to reveal the amazing big titties busting out of a white bra. “Oh my God.” I say. My mouth is on the floor. Kat is standing there with her hands on her hips and her tits just pushing the limits of that D-Cup bra! “Well, you have the best tits in L.A. and I know have the hardest cock in L.A.” I say breathing my heavy breathing.
Kat looks down at my budge. “Fuck. I did that to you, huh?” Kat says as she continues to stand there in her bra. I slowly begin to remove my short and then I think, “Fuck it. She is in a bra.” I drop my shorts all the way to reveal my budge in my boxer briefs. Kat smiles. “Dammit. Now, that’s a hard cock.” She says without a bit of nervousness. Damn, she really is fearless. I almost don’t know it, but I begin fondling my cock over my briefs while staring at Kat’s big fucking titties. Kat seems to enjoy what she is doing to me.
As I continue to touch myself I notice Kat’s right hand almost subconsciously moving towards her big right, tit. She begins touching herself. I don’t even think she realizes what she is doing! I slowly remove my boxers and Kat looks down at my cock. She don’t say anything. She just continues to touch her titties. I walk closer to Kat. She puts her arms around her back and slowly removes her bra.
And right before me are just the perkiest D-Cups ever. Full, big with hard erect pink nipples. Kat does not even seem to be conscious of her top coming off. She hasn’t taken her eyes off of my cock. I take my left hand and grab her big fucking right tit. Dammit! It’s hard to even hold that entire tit in my hand!
I take both of my hands and just begin playing with Kat’s big tits. Her hands just attack my cock. She is touching my hard dick while I rub her big titties and tweak her hard nipples. I stand behind Kat as I play with her big tits. I begin grinding against her ass. And fuck, what a hard ass. This girl is fucking tone!
Kat pulls down her sort and I see just two fucking buns of steel in a white thong. I go from grinding to dry humping Kat’s beautiful rump while continue to grab those big titties. Kat bends over to give me nice access to her warmness between her legs. I just glide my cock up and down her pussy. Fuck that thong needs to come off! I take my hands off of her big tits to remove her thong. And there before me is just the nicest pussy ever. I rub her warm pussy. Kat walks over to the sofa so she can better prop her pussy and ass towards my face. I lean in and begin licking her beautiful pussy lips. Kat moans. And it’s that young, almost innocent moan that makes me go crazy!
“Fuck! Yeah!” Kat gasps. This is where my experience comes in. Yes, Kat is confident. But she is only 21 and I’ve been licking pussy for 15 years. I know how to make a girl’s knees weak. Kat lick and suck and run my tongue all over Kat’s wet pussy. She is finding it harder to stand. Her moans are turning to screams. I slap her hard ass as I continue to eat her out. Dammit! We’re both loving this!
Kat’s legs get so weak that she sits down on the sofa which playing with her big tits. I just watch her for a moment. She is so young, with such big tits, enjoying her self. I kneel between her legs and continue to eat her beautiful pussy out. And she cant spread her legs wide enough. In fact, she has each foot over the arm rest of each side of the sofa! Fuck, she is flexible. “Uh. Uh. Uh!” Kat moans with every lick.
My hands run up to her tits. And I can’t get over how big these titties are. I run my tongue up her stomach, right up to the bottom of her big left titty. When I look up all I see are two giant mounds of tit with a perky, erect nipple on top of each. A mountain range of fucking beauty. I run my tongue over her left tit. Fuck, this tit is as big as my head! I lick her hard nipple and begin to suck. Wow. The more I open my mouth, the more tit I am sucking in!
Kat takes her hands and serves up both of her big D-cups, right into my face. I continue to suck on her left tit while playing with her right one. Then I run my tongue across her entire rack, just motor-boating the hell out of them. I then hold both of Kat’s tits together and run my tongue up and down her cleavage. “Ahhh!” Kat moans in delight. Now back to the tit sucking!
I suck Kat’s right tit, running my tongue all around her hard nipple. I feel Kat’s fingernails dip into my head. She is just pushing my mouth right into her big tit. I can’t think of a better way to suffocate. I open my mouth and suck as much tit as I can. Then I bite down on Kat’s hard nipple and whip her big D-cup tit right and left. “Mmm.” Kat purrs as she seems to enjoy the rough tits play. I take her big tit out of my mouth and grab her big tits. I squeeze them nice and hard as I grind my cock against her pussy. Then I tweak those thick nipples. “Ugh!” Kat moans loudly.
I continue to grind on Kat hot and wet pussy. I have to feel insider of her. So I grab my cock and slowly guide it inside of my big-titty friend. Kat’s back arches pushing up her big tits which simply refuse to sag one bit. Her natural D-cups just jet upward. Dammit! I push myself inside of Kat. Fuck, that is a nice and tight pussy.
I begin pumping Kat. Her big tits bounce to my fucking. I sweep and brush against her big tits with the palm of my hand. Fuck, there is so much tit on this babe I don’t know what to do! I lean in to suck her tits while I continue fucking her. I stand up and begin tp pump Kat really hard and fast. She moans. Her tits are bouncing in every direction.
I get weak in my knees and stop. Kat stands up and sits me down on the sofa. Kat leans in and kisses me on the mouth with her big, juicy lips. It was so weird because kissing on the mouth is so intimate. But I open my mouth and we feel each other’s tongues. I can feel Kat playing with my nipples, tweaking them. Her big tits press against my chest. I grope her massive D-cups as we kiss and fondle each other.
Kat runs her tongue around to my ear and really makes me feel good. “I want to lick every fucking part of you.” Kat tells me. Oh my God! Now, I feel like the girl here. Kat runs her tongue along my neck and down to my chest. Then Kat looks at my chest. She takes her big, read juicy lips and begins to lick and suck on my nipples. I close my eyes and fees her warm tongue just molest my flesh. I‘m tingling all over! Kat moves her tongue down to my cock. She holds it for a moment and opens her mouth. But she doesn’t begin to suck my cock just yet. I’m staring at her open mouth tease the head of my cock. Fuck! I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Kat sticks out her tongue and licks the head of my cock.
“I’m going to tease the fuck out of your cock.” Kat tells me. She proceeds to gentle lick up and down the shaft of my dick. I can feel my balls get heavy with cum and my dick throbbing in excitement. Kat is just giving a great performance here. She maintains eye contact with me as she slowly gets every inch of my cock wet with her saliva.
Then Kat strokes my cock while smiling. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle my blow job.” Kat tells me. “What are you going to do?” I ask here a big nervously. Kat winks her eye and then she proceeds to swallow my entire cock down to my fucking balls! “Ahhh!” I scream. Kat runs her tongue all around my cock. She is sucking really fucking hard. I’m doing everything I can not to come. And if that isn’t enough, she is playing with my fucking balls. Kat holds her mouth all the way down on my cock. My back is arching all the way up. I am fucking screaming. My whole body is turning red. What a fucking a mouth on this girl!
Kat then begins a rapid fire blowjob. Her head is moving so fast, her face is a fucking blur. Long black hair just whips around between my legs. I feel Kat’s hot mouth attacking my dick, giving me a blow job that can’t even be described with a clear head. All I can say is that I can to dig my finger nails, as hard as I can, into Kat’s white leather sofa in order not to come.
Kat is not stopping! Fuck! She is sucking my dick hard and fast. I finally grab her fucking head just to give me a moment to relax. While I struggle to hold her head, Kat sticks her tongue at my cock like a crazed serpent looking to lick any part of my hard dick. “God, I love sucking your cock!” Kat says as she looks up at me. “I could suck your cock all night.” She says to me without a hint of sarcasm. Wow!
Kat finally gives my dick a little time to relax. But that’s just so she can attack my balls! Kat moves down and begins to lick and suck my sac. She takes on of my nuts into my mouth and begins sucking it hard. My balls are beyond heavy. They are ready to explode. Kat bites down on the skin of my balls and begins to pull down while holding my cock up. This may be the most pleasurable torture ever.
I grab Kat’s head and lift her up. Her lips and chin are covered in saliva. It’s a beautiful sight. Kat then sits up to display that great, big, perky 21 year old rack. She leans forward and presses her big tits against my cock. Then she leans in more and now my hard cock is pressed hard against her tits and my stomach. Kat begins to slide up and down and I can feel my cock rubbing up against her big tits.
Kat looks down and holds her big tits between my hard cock. She then sits up showing me my happy cock between her massive tits. Fuck! I can barely see the head of my cock inside that rack. Kat begins to slowly slide her D-cups up and down my cock. I am moaning and smiling. This is the best sensation yet. Kat now begins to tit fuck me nice and well. I hold her tits together and Kat tweaks her nipples. Fuck, my cock feels like it wants to come!
I tit fuck Kat really fast and I stop just as I am about to cum. I turn Kat over and put her on her hands and knees and mount her from behind. I guide my cock into her pussy and pound her fast and deep. I reach around and grab her big titties. “Ugh! Ugh!” Kat moans. I am fucking her really hard now. Her entire body is rocking back and fourth as I go balls’ deep inside of her. I finally pull out and turn Kat over. She is lying on the ground. I stroke my cock. Kat opens her mouth and licks her lips. I crawl over Kat and stick my dick right into her fucking wet mouth. Then I begin to mouth fuck Kat. And Kat can’t get enough. I can hear her go “MMmmm” and “Ahhhh!” Kat is a real cock fiend!
I pound Kat’s mouth and then push my dick as far as it will go down her throat. I can feel some much hot wetness around my cock. I just hold it there for a moment and look at Kat’s ripe naked body. I pull my cock out of her mouth and put it between her tits. Fuck, those tits are amazing. I tit-fuck Kat. My cock is throbbing. “Fuck! Fuck!” I moan as my cock throbs. I hold Kat’s tits and fuck her hard. My balls feel like there are going to explode. “I gonna cum! Fuck!” I scream. I shoot a hot load all over Kat’s tits and face! Another load shoots right into her mouth! And then other sprays over her eyes and into her hair. I shoot another load that hits her neck. More loads shoot out until Kat’s face is covered in my cum!
My balls are finally drained and I look at Kat’s face. She is fucking drenched in my cum. She takes her fingers and begins to push my cum into her mouth. I can’t believe what I am watching. Kat is just taking all of my cum into her mouth. I stroke my cock, just enjoying the show. Then I grab Kat’s tits and suck on them as I watch Kat push every last drop into her mouth. Finally, she licks her fingers and exhales deeply. “Your cum taste sweet!” She says with the enthusiasm of a teenager. Dammit! That alone would make me cum again!
I help Kat up and we go to the shower. The funny thing is. While we were getting into the shower, I was comparing her apartment layout to my apartment layout. I notice we have the same style bathroom sinks and tiles. For a moment, I forgot that I just had sex with a 21 year old actress with the best fucking tits in Hollywood. We clean each other off and I was happy that there was no awkwardness to our behavior. Kat invites me to hangout in bed with her.
Since Kat is an actress and a film snob, we turn on IFC. There is some art film that appeals to neither of us, so we channel surf. or more precisely, Kat channel surfs while I marvel and fondle her big titties. We finally come across the TV show Weeds playing on one of the twenty of so Showtime channels. Kat gets excited. “I actually met Mary Louise Parker when I was at the Independent Spirit Awards.” She mentions.
For anyone who doesn’t know, the Independent Spirit Awards is held the day before the Oscars on a big white tent on Santa Monica Beach. I was intrigued because I job past the tent every year and have never met someone who’s been at the awards. “How did you get into the awards show?” I ask. “I was a volunteer.” Kat says. “It was cool. Some actors, whom you wouldn’t expect to be dicks were total tools. And there were some cool people. But Mary Louise Parker actually had a conversation with me. Kinda makes me really like her for that.” Kat says.
This is so nice. We has some of the most intense sex and now we can watch TV without the weirdness. As we watch Weeds, I put my hand around Kat and squeeze her big right tit. I tweak her nipples as she rests her head on my shoulder. I begin to get a little hard. My dick rises until it is completely erect. Kat laughs. “Your cock is blocking the TV!” Kat laughs.
Kat slowly slides her head down and grabs my dick. She lightly slaps my cock against her cheek while watching the show. Then she licks my cock lightly. “I can’t decide whether I want to watch the rest of Weeds or suck your cock.” Kat says. I think for a moment and smile. “Well, I guess that’s why they invented Tivo!”
The Art of Anal
Contrary to popular belief, Los Angeles does have a healthy art scene. It’s just that everyone thinks of New York when thinking about emerging artists. And let’s be honest, everything in LA is about star fucking. And the average person in LA, wouldn’t give a shit about art show unless it’s hosted by a C-list actor.
And that brings me to the People’s Republic of Art Show over in Santa Monica tonight. It’s being hosted by some C-list actor (surprise!) whose been in a couple of action movies. I don’t know his name and I don’t care. However, I’m coming because I’ve developed a crush on this young artists. Yes, I am in stalker mode. Pathetic.
It all started when I picked up a free copy of Venice magazine in the lobby of my apartment building. It’s a great magazine which usually has a celebrity on the cover and a bunch of articles that include actors, filmmakers and yes, local artists. One of the articles featured a profile on this young female painter by the name of Vanessa Graper. Now, I will be honest and say that I feel in love with her work before I feel in love with her. Honest.
She has a lush and dark approach to her work. Her painting style is primitive, since she has no formal art training. However, her work is original. And I have to tell you, that is a big plus since every other artist seems to be ripping off Banksy these says. But Vanessa. How should I describe her? She has the look of a Silver Lake Bohemian. She wore a red lace shirt and daisy dukes with a 60 retro style haircut. But Vanessa’s main appeal is her all-too tight and tiny ass!
Her little ass was on display when Venice magazine took a photo of her hanging one of her painting in the store window of some Melrose vintage clothing shop. She was wearing tight, tight little shorts that showed a hint of the bottom of her ass cheeks! Her legs are awesome, too. I have to admit that this photo alone was one of my go-to jerk-off choices. And this, in an age where one has access to millions of porn videos online. And this girl is making me jack it to a mere photo. Amazing.
I instantly went to Vanessa’s website. Sadly, there aren’t that many photos of her. She is still an emerging artists and even on her website, she said that the Venice magazine profile was her first magazine article. She doesn’t post many photos of herself. Mostly her art. And I can kinda tell that she seems self conscious of her face. Vanessa has a slight squishy looking face, kinda like a young Renee Zellweger . She seems to hide her face a lot. But I think her face is cute. And if she feels that she has to emphasis her legs and ass to distract from her face, I have no objections.
Honestly, Vanessa is all I can think about. And I hate to confess this, but I fantasize that I could be her muse and she would paint portraits of me between sweaty and rampant fuck sessions. And we would jet off to art shows around the world and fuck in every five star hotel. Yes, my fantasies are stupidly complex. But that’s what lust does for you.
Friday comes and I leave work right at 5PM and get ready to go to the art show. I stand in front of the mirror for a while to figure out how the fuck I am going to dress for this. I don’t own any fancy or hip or stylish clothing. My basic uniform is a t-shirt and shorts or jeans. Thank God for my ad agency’s easy going dress code.
I settle on the ole’ jeans and a black t-shirt. Now, I have to admit, I hate the jeans and a black t-shirt look. It is the uniform of every wannabe bad ass creative person. And I never, ever wear this combination. But to me, it is the safest choice. And I don’t have the muscular build for the white t-shirt and jeans look.
I drive up to Santa Monica, park on the street and make a one block walk to the Stark Matter Gallery. The first thing I notice is the line outside. What the fuck is this? A nightclub? Am I going to get turned away at the door for not being artsy enough? I finally get to the door and there is a bouncer looking guy as big as the door. He says, “$20.” I don’t argue. Here’s a Jackson. Keep the change.
When I get inside, I smile. I notice some familiar faces. Not famous people. But one of the guy’s here is a successful screenwriter, whom I’ve seen on film making websites. I see someone who looks like an actor but I can’t place his name. There are certainly lots of people who look like “industry” folks. Yes, I know I sound like a star-fucker. I also notice lots of people like me. People would I can be categorize as “schlubs.” I notice rich Westside people. Now, they are not Golden Triangle rich or Malibu rich. But these are folks who live in Santa Monica, Venice and Westwood. People with two or three million dollar homes. And people who may spend up to 30 grand on a piece of art to “decorate the walls.”
I look at Vanessa’s paintings and my heart begins to race. I have a huge crush on Vanessa but there is something about her paintings that make me feel like I am close to her. I can honestly say that all of her paintings are beautiful. And I am a hard person to please. I look around some more. There is a bar. They have Coke Zero, yippe!, which allows me to carry around a drink and feel more comfortable.
I walk around some more and find a table selling Vanessa’s art books. I find a cool looking landscape size book that seems to have just about all of her work. The book is $30. That’s a little high for me. But I buy it. I mean, fuck, I can’t afford her paintings. So this is the next best thing. I carry the book and walk around a little more. I turn a corner and there she is. Vanessa. Vanessa Graper. Oh my God!
Vanessa is standing there talking to the host of the party. Some actor dude. Some actor dude annoys me. He has that ripped jeans and vintage t-shirt look. His hair is and rumpled. And I bet the guy lives in a 5 million dollar house in the Hills. Life does indeed suck. But he doesn’t distract me long from Vanessa. I notice two photographers and a guy with a camcorder recording her every move.
Even though there is no security around her, nor barriers, I can’t get myself to walk up to Vanessa. I know I look like a creep. And I can’t imagine making any impression on her that would be memorable.
As I contemplate my next move, I notice that Vanessa is wearing the shortest possible mini-skirt one can imagine. I am serious. They are as short as daisy dukes! She is also wearing some cool basic black boots. Her legs are fucking amazing. Vanessa is also wearing a print silk shirt and her hair is in this awesome 60s style get-up complete with a vintage hair clip. The top half of her body says good girl and the bottom half of her body says very, very, very bad girl! Much like her art work of bright colors surrounded by black. She is the walking definition of lush danger!
I slowly walk up to Vanessa, just waiting for someone to stop me. But there is nothing. Being in LA, you are kinda of use to keeping your distance from a celebrity lest some security guard or some assistant grab you and tell you to keep your distance. No such person here. And then again, why should there be. This is an art show, not some giant movie premier.
I get close enough to Vanessa that she and the actor/host guy make eye contact. I am just standing there like a moron, practically using my drink and her book as a sort-of shield. The actor/host guy is wearing Wayfearers and seems a bit drunk/stoned. Vanessa looks me holding the big. “Oh good. The book is selling.” She says to the actor slash host. “The rent is paid again for another month.” She adds.
I
walk up to her and begin rambling. “Hi Vanessa! I read about you in
that Venice magazine article. Thanks for having me.” I say. Thanks
for having me? What the fuck was that? I wasn’t even invited.
Anyone who paid $20 could basically show up. The actor guy has
totally disconnected with the both of us. I think he is looking to
text his dealer or something. Vanessa is kind and gracious and happy
to see me holding the book. I look around the gallery. “Wow so
these are all of your pieces, huh?” I mumble. “Yep. This is my
first solo show.” She says with a peppy smile. “Just hope more of
my pieces sell.” She says with her hands crossed.
I look over her shoulder and notice that the piece behind her is one thousand fucking dollars. Fuck! “Oh man. I wish I could afford one of your pieces. I’m just a lowly copywriter.” I tell her. She smiles. “You can always buy one of my prints. They are as low as $75.” She says like a seasoned salesperson. “I like the painting of the cat wrapped in Christmas lights.” I tell her. “Cool.” She tells me. And like that I break off the conversation.
Alright, that was a nice conversation. Vanessa is quickly pulled over to the side by someone. And it appears that she is doing an interview because the other woman is holding an iPhone in front of Vanessa’s face in “camera mode.” I look at the paintings and get a bit jealous. Vanessa is only 24 and she already has a solo art show. I am ten years older than her and the best I have to show for my life are a couple of car commercials. On so many levels, Vanessa is out of my league.
However, I can help but stare at her. When the woman continues the interview, Vanessa turns around and shows off that ass. Oh my God! That ass is amazing. It’s so fucking small and tight, I can help but continue to walk back towards her. I’m beginning to get hard and my dick is like some magnet pulling my body right towards her tiny ass. Before I know it, I’m so close to Vanessa, that I am in the shot of the interview.
“Hey someone is standing right behind you!” The interview says to Vanessa. Vanessa turns around, looks at me and smiles. I am red-faced. Vanessa grabs me and pulls me along side her. “This is one of my fans.” Vanessa says. I smile a bit, not really sure what to say. Then the interview asks me. “How long have you been a fan of Vanessa Graper?” I look at Vanessa. “It was that Venice magazine interview. Vanessa is awesome.” I tell her. Vanessa smiles at me. I smile at her.
“I think he like you!’ The interview says to Vanessa to which I fucking hide my face over the book. Vanessa pulls the book down and looks at my red face. “Oh my God! your face is so red!” Vanessa tells me. I try to compose myself and I tell the interviewer. “I must look like a real mess.” I tell Vanessa and the interviewer. “You should paint him.” The interviewer tells Vanessa. Vanessa looks at me and my red face. She frames my face with her hands. “You know. I should paint him.” Vanessa tells the interview. “Would you like to sit for a portrait?” Vanessa asks me.
I can’t believe Vanessa wants to paint me! Wow! “Who is going to buy a portrait of me?” I ask. Vanessa smiles. “Come by my studio on Saturday. You’ll have fun.” Vanessa tells me. Vanessa grabs a piece of paper from the interviewer and writers her address. I notice that she lives on Venice Beach, not more than six blocks from my place!
I go home and think about Vanessa all night. I can hardly sleep. I look up her address on Google maps and see that her place is actually one of the warehouse residences on Venice Boulevard. It’s one of the few areas on Venice Beach which hasn’t been completely infested with yuppies. Kinda of a dangerous places for a young woman. But she’s an artists and I guess artist don’t live like the rest of us.