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I'm using characters belonging to Stephenie Meyer, but obviously I was thinking of the actors. Use your imagination.
This story contains graphic material - I'd rate it NC-17 - don't read if you're not old enough to read this type of material!
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My manager wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but he knew I was an obsessive fan so he let it slip. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone because they didn't want the information to get out. Get out to people like me. People who are so obsessed with Edward Cullen, they would risk their jobs, hell, maybe even their LIVES for just a few minutes alone with him. So, if Edward was coming to stay at the hotel where I just happen to work the front desk, I was damn sure I would do anything in my power to find him alone and make a play. I didn't care what it cost me. I HAD to have him.
That's how I had gotten here. I was in his room, waiting for him to return from wherever the hell he went earlier when I watched him slip out with his manager. I knew his room number - 568 - because my manager had been dumb enough to tell me his code name and I looked it up myself. "Can you believe he goes by Jack Shaft?" Yeah, I wanted to say. Everyone fucking knows that. He's a fucking idiot for still using that code name when every obsessive fan on the planet knows that . After he let that fact slip, it was just a matter of finding the room number and making a duplicate key. Easy breezy. Easily traceable, too, but what did I care? I was going to be alone with Edward Cullen. Even if it was just for a minute, even if he screamed his head off for security, for a moment of his life he would know who I am and be completely focused on me.
It was now 2:30am, and I had been in the room since 11pm. Of course, I had rifled through all of his shit - wouldn't anyone? Not that there was much to look through. He packed light. I had decided to wear my cutest jeans, slutty stiletto heels, and the only shirt I owned that made my boobs look bigger than my B cup. Truth be told, I knew I looked pretty damn good when I dressed up. I didn't bother to put on any underwear. I was hoping I wouldn't need any tonight. I was crouched on the side of his bed, facing the door. There was a large mirrored closet to my left, a few feet from the foot of the bed. Admiring myself, I tried to position my body in the most alluring way possible.
By the time 3:00 rolled around, I was starting to get frustrated. Maybe he decided to stay somewhere else tonight, DAMN him! I was trying to conjure up a plan B when I heard voices in the hallway, right outside the door. VOICES! Holy shit, he wasn't coming in here alone! Quickly, I looked around the room - where could I hide? Not the stupid closet - it made too much noise when you opened it. For once I was glad that this dumb hotel still had beds with legs. I threw myself to the floor and slid under the bed, just as the lock detached and the door opened. I couldn't see since the bed-skirt was in the way, but I heard a male (obviously Edward; I was swooning when I heard his sexy voice) and a female that sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place the voice. They were giggling and talking in hushed whispers to one another.
The voices got louder, and now I could see two sets of legs from under the bedskirt. Only able to view to about calf-level, I recognized Edward's beat-up sneakers and black pants. The girl had toned, tanned legs and was wearing sky-high heels. Stupid bitch. She was probably some random slut he picked up at a club. Why couldn't I have been that random slut? I had wasted my time digging through his luggage when I could have been trying to whore it up at a club. Making sure my breathing was shallow and even, and trying to remain quiet as a mouse, I scooted back a bit so I could get a better view. Nope, still only about knee-high, and they were facing one another - very, very close. In fact, her feet were between his, so I can only imagine that their bodies were pressed together. I listened intently to see if I could hear what they were saying, but they were no longer talking. I could only hear the smacking and heavy breathing of two people making out pretty heavily. I felt a stirring down below, and suddenly a thought occurred to me. If I couldn't fuck Edward Cullen, wouldn't it still be fun to watch him fuck someone else? To HEAR him fucking someone else - panting, moaning and maybe even crying out as he exploded all over someone? My mind was reeling. God, this might be such a turn on, but I would have to stay very, very quiet and make sure they never knew I was there.
There was still plenty of smacking and panting, and now I could hear little moans coming from the girl. I didn't know what he was doing to her, but I tried to imagine it - and imagine me in her place. They were still standing, though both of them kept shifting their feet. I heard a zipper, a giggle, and suddenly there was a dress on the ground around the girl's ankles. Cute dress, I thought. Some more rustling of clothing, and a black leather jacket I recognized as his was thrown on the floor, followed only a second later by a ratty-looking t-shirt that had seen its best days years ago. Another zipper - did that mean his pants were about to come off? Sure enough, his pants were around his ankles a moment later, followed by black boxer briefs. He kicked them off, with his shoes at the same time. The girl kicked the dress out from around her stilettos, and the dress came dangerously close to flying under the bed beside me. Thank God, it stopped in front of the night stand.
The ever more frequent moans, little giggles and insistent smacking were making me antsy. I wanted them to get the show on the road already. I was horrified and fascinated at the same time, but I was getting so keyed up down below I thought I would have to adios my own jeans in a minute to take care of business. Suddenly, the girl lowered to her knees. Oh, God. I could now see that she had nice toned thighs as well, and appeared to be wearing quite a racy little g-string. I couldn't see her hands, but I could imagine where they were. More smacking noises started, this time louder and closer. I could hear Edward letting out little groans, so there was no doubt in my mind that she was gobbling on his cock as I sat listening and squirming in my pants. I wished I could see what his face looked like while he was getting his dick sucked. Suddenly, an epiphany! The mirrored closet! They were positioned in front of it, I just needed to scoot over to the foot of the bed and look at the reflection in the mirror.
As quietly as I could move, I turned my body sideways so my head was facing the center of the foot of the bed, then flattened out as much as possible. Unless he was paying attention to the mirror (and I somehow though he was otherwise preoccupied) he wouldn't see me peeking out. I raised the bed skirt a tiny bit, and nearly gasped at the view. Edward was facing the mirror, obviously naked, but his lower half was blocked by a head of dark brown hair and a killer tanned body. The girl servicing him was fit and muscular, with a nice round ass, kinky black g-string and gorgeous glossy hair - hair that he currently had his long fingers intertwined into as she bobbed up and down on him. I took this view in for a minute, silently wishing they were turned sideways so I would have had a better view, then checked out his face. He was looking down at her, his lips puckered out and his eyes heavily lidded. He was grunting in a low voice, and his arm muscles were straining as he kept her head moving in the rhythm he was so obviously enjoying. God, he looked amazing with his eyebrows creased and his face flushed. Edward suddenly started breathing heavier, the girl started moving faster in reaction. He threw his head back, and squeezed his eyes shut, and clenched his jaw. He grabbed desperately at the back of the girl's head as she moved faster and faster, and made her stop as he ground his pelvis into her face, letting out a deep grunt. His mouth fell open, and I could see his body twitching. What a gorgeous orgasm face. I realized I was panting a little bit, and quickly shut myself up. I could tell that I was sopping wet between the legs, and I wanted to claw my own clothes off. It was like a train wreck, I couldn't stop staring even if it meant that I would get busted.
The girl detached her face from his cock, and stood back up. Damn her, she was still blocking my view of his body! In her heels, she still only came up to his chin, so I could see him smiling at her with an evil little grin. Lucky whore. They started kissing again - boo! - and his hands were roaming all over her hair, her back, and her ass. I could tell she was pressing herself against him, and he was more than eager and willing. His hands were clenched against her. I could tell they were itching to get it on, and I wished with all of my might that I could jump out from under the bed and hop on his cock like a crazed lunatic.
They were whispering to each other again, and then he was kissing on her neck while his fingers un-hooked her bra and dropped it to the ground. She started to turn around, and right as I realized my head was sticking out farther that it should be, I saw her face and had to cover my mouth to stop from gasping. Holy shit! It was Rosalie Hale, his big blockbuster co-star who played his sister. I slid myself completely under the bed again, making sure to stay quiet. I knew they were friends, and had probably fucked from time to time, but I hadn't realized it was her in the room with us. If he was screwing a co-star regularly, I had just assumed it would be his film love interest, Bella Swan. It somehow made this whole situation sexier. This wasn't some random slut from a bar; this was another hot celebrity, and I had just watched her give a nearly professional-looking blow job to the hottest man in America. It doesn't get much better than that.
Whoops! While my mind was wandering, they were on the move toward the foot of the bed. I guessed it was time to get their hump on, and I began to squirm again thinking about it. I wished I had a better view, but resigned myself to the fact that this fucking session would probably be audio only. Maybe I'd get an ass view or something. They stopped pretty much dead-center at the food of the bed, in front of the mirrors. His feet were facing me, and I almost giggled because he was still wearing his socks. Her feet were between his, and I could hear the smack smacking of kissing again, along with more of the heavy breathing and little giggles. I really was getting hornier by the second, and I started to subtly grind my crotch into the carpet to try to release some of the tension.
Her feet disappeared, and I could hear the squeak of the bed above my head as she laid back. Much to my surprise, it was Edward who now got on his knees. Oh my God. He was going to go down on her, and he was right in front of my face. I held my breath and, quietly as possible, unzipped my jeans. I had to get my hands down there before I started crying out in frustration or something. My clit welcomed my hand as I pretending it was his gorgeous tongue. I couldn't believe how wet I was - it was if I had jizzed in my pants or something. I could hear Rosalie moaning and moving around on the bed above me. Damn, I thought, he must be good with his tongue. The thought made me decide to take a little risk. I pulled my hands away from my crotch and used my logic for a second. If he's naked and kneeling in front of the bed AND his face is pre-occupied with eating her out like a caveman, didn't that mean I could get an extreme close-up view of his dick if I just peeked out from under the bedskirt a little? He wasn't flush against the bed, I could tell. The risk had to be worth it, even if I only got a glimpse of what had to be the most amazing cock on the planet.
I slid slowly forward while simultaneously turning on my back. The bed was kind of low, so it was a tight fit, but I was careful not to make a sound. I slid to the edge of the foot of the bed on my back, and carefully lifted my eyes above the skirt. What I saw was the most amazing view imaginable. His large and glorious cock was less than a foot above my face, hard as a rock and still glistening from his recent blow job. It was moving slowly as he was moving his face on her. I also had an up close and personal view of his balls and, though not nearly as glorious to behold, still gave me a feeling of intimacy with him. God, I was such a perverted peeping tom, but who in the world can say that they had this same experience? I watched his dick bobbing above me with fascination, and it took every ounce of strength in my body to stop myself from grabbing hold and shoving it down my throat. I had had sex with several guys, but never had the herculean urge to fuck something like I did right now.
Rosalie's moans were getting louder; he must have been really working his magic because they were turning to panting groans and I could hear the bed creak above me as she squirmed around. Then, as if my view wasn't spectacular enough, Edward reached his hand down, grabbed hold of his cock, and started stroking. I was practically panting as I watching him jack off. His long fingers were wrapped around his large shaft, and he was pumping, pumping, pumping until my eyes were nearly crossed watching him. His dick was so engorged I could practically see his heart beating in the bulging veins. His other arm was up on the bed, so I could only imagine that it was assisting Rosalie in her pleasure. Speaking of Rosalie's pleasure, she was obviously getting dangerously close to orgasm. She was crying out, practically screaming and almost laughing at the same time. Edward began rubbing his cock so vigorously I thought it would catch on fire from the friction. Rosalie let out a loud final scream of pleasure. I saw Edward's testicles contract toward his body. He let out a loud grunt as cum started pouring out of his dick. It shot on the bed-skirt, and as he gave himself a few more long strokes more cum rolled out, directly onto my eye and cheek. So warm, so divine. I had Edward Cullen spunk on my face.
He started getting to his feet, and I quickly slid my head underneath the bed again. I could hear the bed springs groan a bit as he climbed onto the bed with Rosalie. I could hear them talking in low, passionate whispers but I was too distracted by the cum on my face to try to listen to what they were saying. I reached up and wiped the jizz from my eye, then put some in my mouth, savoring the taste. I licked my fingers clean. God, I wanted him in my mouth, in my pussy, everywhere. That gave me an idea. I wiped the remaining cum off of my cheek and stuck my hand down my pants. I rubbed his cum on my clit, then pushed my fingers inside. I was practically a river down below by now anyway, so I mixed his juices with my own. How many people could actually say they had Edward Cullen cum inside of them? Well, now I could, and it was a heavenly thought.
Snapping back to reality, I realized the bed was bouncing up and down above me in a rhythmic manner. It was finally fucking time. I turned back over on my belly, laid flat against the carpet and tried to get a mirror view of the action , but unfortunately the angle was terrible and I couldn't see anything in the reflection. No, wait - maybe I could see Rosalie's toes at one corner of the bed, pointed up. That means he was on top, and the rhythm of the bed was his doing. I could hear the squeak, squeak, squeak, the grunts, the moaning, the guttural groans as they picked up the pace. It was such a turn on imagining it in my mind and hearing the action played out. I turned back over on my back, and started working my own clit hard with two fingers. They were being so loud, surely they wouldn't hear me if I started moaning myself. In perfect rhythm with the bouncing above, I plunged my fingers in and out of my soaking cunt and imagined that it was me he was pounding into. I used my other hand to rapidly rub my clit. I wanted to keep up with them. I heard Rosalie start murmuring "Oh God! Oh God!" so she I knew she must have been close to climaxing again. The bed was creaking so fast I could hardly keep up with my own hands, but I felt a rush as I started getting close myself. I was panting, but now Rosalie was yelling "Oh! Oh! Oh!" and Edward was grunting and moaning with exertion. The wave suddenly hit me, and arched my back and had to squeeze my lips together to keep from crying out. I kept rubbing as I rode out the orgasm, and I heard Rosalie crying out with the same half-laughter I had heard from her last orgasm. Moments later, the bed slowed down as I heard Edward let out a groan that was nearly a growl. It was as if we all had just had sex together, and my heart was pounding out of my chest with satisfaction.
As I finished coming down and my breathing returned to normal, I heard the bed springs groan as Edward hopped up off the bed and again as Rosalie slid off. Her feet started walking toward the bathroom, his following closely behind. I heard the shower turn on, and the sound of their voices. My mind suddenly formed a logical thought. At some time, I would need to get out of here. If they found me, they would at best call security and at worst call the police. I didn't care about losing my stupid job, but I wasn't in the mood to go to jail this evening for being a pervert. They were getting in the shower - I could hear the water running and the two of them giggling from the bathroom. This might be my only opportunity to slip by unnoticed tonight.
I quickly but quietly slid out from under the bed, zipped up my jeans and started tip-toeing across the room. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored closet. Still looking good, though I was also looking freshly fucked. It was a nice look, since that's also how I felt. Still tip-toeing, I was about to pass by the bathroom, where I could still hear the two of them chatting and laughing. Not being able to resist, I peeked in as sneaked by . To my shock, they weren't in the shower yet. They were both standing near the sink, touching each other in an intimate but not sexual way. I almost froze. If either of them looked away from the other, they would see me.
I turned toward the door and tried to be stealthy as I prayed they were too occupied with each other to notice. That's when the bottom suddenly dropped out of the whole situation. Behind me, I heard Edward's beautiful voice yell in surprise, "Hey! What are you doing in here?" I took off running toward the door, but Rosalie yelled "STOP! Wait a minute." She almost sounded amused. Against my better judgment, I froze in place, then slowly turned on my heel. Edward and Rosalie were both standing outside of the bathroom in the room behind me. Edward was holding a towel over his genitals, but Rosalie didn't even bother. I tried not to look at her full gorgeous breasts, but I could see that both nipples were pierced. Edward was looking at Rosalie, but Rosalie was looking directly at me, with a mischievous smile on her face.