Thread: Celebrity Pet (Google darkest fate)

Lauren Graham wanted fucked. Not just regular fucked, but fucked . It had been years since she'd had sex good enough to actually derive intense pleasure from all too often her partner would roll off of her, obviously absolutely thrilled, and leave Lauren to finish on her own. She couldn't count the number of times she'd masturbated in the past year alone, let alone in the past several. Sometimes it felt like barely a half a day would go by before Lauren would be sliding her hands into her pants. She knew, just knew, that if she could actually get a decent fuck it would get it all out of her system, or at least cool her down enough that she could behave like a normal middle-aged woman. Not that Ms. Graham looked all that middle-aged. She'd been playing MILFs since her early thirties and had always looked the part, even now, as she simply got out of a car and looked at the house she'd been sent to. The guy she'd hired had literally said that she should apply some basic makeup, but nothing else, which had struck Lauren as a little weird, but probably part of his thing. The woman still looked attractive period, let alone for a woman of her age. Deep black curls fell about a well-formed face. Exquisite features just barely feeling the tugs and pulls of age had no doubt helped Lauren get several roles. As did her expressive, electric blue eyes and easy smile. Women half her age could envy the body, with its slight curves and notable figure. Lauren's breasts didn't bulge, being high B's and all, but they fit her well, and they didn't have any noticeable sag. Her ass was quite tight, her legs quite long. Not that much of this could be shown off, as she wore a pair of nice designer jeans and a regular t-shirt, with a sweater over it for the weather. It felt incredibly strange to dress like that given where she was going and what she was doing, but Lauren figured that following orders would be precisely what she needed to do, especially with this one. Her body tingled as she remembered the pictures and the notice. Many of her masturbation sessions had been over the new book 50 Shades of Grey . It might have been horribly written, but the sex it described sounded precisely what Lauren was looking for. When she found out that an actual attractive guy existed who would do that tofor her, she nearly leaped at the chance, ready to fling money, herself, her dignity, whatever it took. It took a while she'd actually been looking for months before she'd finally found this guy, and then it had been months until he found an opening in his schedule. Lauren had fucking cleared hers the moment she found out, insisting on at least a weekend off. She practically skipped to the door, dancing in place. Lauren knocked, waited for a moment, and then entered the room. Hey, it's me, I'm your client, Lauren, and---holy fuck, you're even hotter in person, Lauren said as she entered, looking to the man sitting on the seat. Those pretty blue eyes blinked as Lauren outright stared at the guy. She'd faked sex with a few Hollywood types, and she'd really sexed a few more, and still this guy would have to rank in the top 5, and that was just on looks . So, uh, door was open and, well, I'm here, she said, extending her arms and letting them fall to the side. She dug into her pockets, producing papers that attested that she'd gotten tested and was perfectly healthy he'd already provided the same, but Lauren thought she remembered something about a contract, though she wouldn't be surprised if he jumped right to it either. Part of her really, really, really wanted him to.