Celebrity Scents Ch. 03

Jen looked back, smiling, as she continued to present herself to me. My face levelled with the actress' cunt, and with her ass. For this first time, I could see not only the rear exposure of her sex, but also the beautiful little rosebud of her asshole. Both lured me in.

Again, I sat inches away from Jen's most intimate regions, and again, my air began to fill with her musk. I took deep breaths, basking in her atmosphere, noting in my memory every different aroma I could, and enjoying the subtle and primal addition her exposed ass contributed to the mix.

Jen cooed, and as I stared at the sight infront of me I needed more. I slowly allowed my face to proceed towards her heat, but it wasn't her pussy I wanted this time. As the distance between her and I shrunk, I stuck out my tongue and rested it squarely on her tight little asshole.

Jennifer moaned a sound of pure satisfaction. I licked slowly, stroking up her ass, noticing its subtle ridges that convened at her most primal orifice.

More salty musk filled my senses as I tasted her ass, drenched in sweat and cum, and dripping with pheromones.

Simple and primitive thoughts filled my mind: "Jen is woman. I want woman."

And I continued to lap at her ass, pressing my face firmly between her sweaty cheeks and circling her rosebud. Jen continued to shake, but this new position allowed her some respite from supporting herself on two legs, and she moaned freely, and loudly, vocalising her fulfillment into the room.

I brought my hand between her legs, and slid it along her dripping sex, coating my fingers in her cum, before finding her opening and plunging them inside. A yell escaped Lawrence's mouth at the penetration, as if a deep, deep, desire had been fulfilled.

And it had. I held my hand buried in her squeezing cunt for a moment while I took in the heat of her interior and felt her silky ridges grasp me, all while I continued to tongue her ass. Instinctively though, Jen started to buck, thrusting herself against my fingers and face, wanting that rhythmic penetration.

I took her cue and pulled my fingers slowly out of her sex, coated in slick and creamy cum, before pushing them back into her core. Jen's moans turned to primal grunts as I began to finger fuck her.

"Fuck," she gasped, "put your tongue in me."

I didn't need any more direction, and I did as she said. In one motion, I swirled my tongue around her salty hole before stiffening it and pushing. After quite a bit of effort, I felt her ring relax and my tongue popped into her ass.

Her pussy gripped my fingers, and her ass gripped my tongue-neither wanted to release me from their grasp. It was exactly where I wanted to be.

It did not take long for me to feel Jen's body tensing around me. Her ass pulsated on my tongue and her pussy repeatedly clenched my fingers. She was getting close. A wild noise filled the room as Jen gave in to her sexual impulses and thrust herself hard against me.

Both of our movements increased in pace until Jen was desperately fucking my hand and face, causing the bed to shake and pound against the wall. I almost felt bad for our neighbors. If only they knew who was staying next door...

And then she came, again. A powerful spasm rocked Jen's whole body and her cunt gripped my fingers like a vice. I could not move them. As her muscles clenched in orgasmic bliss, another wave of musky cum erupted from the actress' sex. With my hand firmly held inside her, the juices had nowhere to go and sprayed everywhere in a torrent of primal release.

There was only a moment's rest for the young star before she pulled away and relinquished my hand from her core's grasp. My fingers slid out of her sex coated in cum. Jen got up from her prone position and turned to face me. Apparently, the fulfillment my hand provided had only stoked the fires, and made the actress want more.

As she turned around I was greeted with ravenous eyes. She quickly grasped my hand and brought it to her mouth where she sucked every drop of her essence off my coated fingers.

"Mmmm," she cooed.

She wanted more-no, she needed more. Jen pounced on me, clawing at my shirt and tearing it off before desperately removing my belt and pants. I held her torso as she disrobed me and grunted as my rigid cock was finally released from the confines of my underwear.

Biting her bottom lip in a half sane smile, she grasped me with her hand and sent a chill down my spine. Her hand was softer than I imagined it'd be, and her touch was splendid on my sex.

"Mmm," she voiced again.

I grunted in response. Apparently we were communicating with sounds now. The sight of my prominence seemed to make Jen lose control. She continued her predation and crawled over me until she straddled my hips and we lay face to face.

She stared into my eyes, and aimed my sex at hers. I felt brief warmth and wetness, and then I was inside her. With me filling her up, Jen seemed partially satiated, if only for a moment. Her eyes half closed in bliss as she began to ride me.

Just like my fingers, her cunt gripped my manhood. She wasn't tight, necessarily, at least in the sense that a virgin is tight, I slid into her wetness with ease, but she had superb strength and her muscles clenched around my shaft with noticeable force.

She started out slow, lifting herself up with shaky legs until my head almost popped out, and then slowly, letting her weight back onto me until her ass rested on my thighs and her clit ground into my pelvis.

The shape of her torso was heavenly as she impaled herself on me-with breasts bobbing above her ruffled skirt, gracefully lifting and falling, and the subtle tone of her muscles working in her core. I sat back, held her hips, and enjoyed the ride.

Jen's breath was quivering and deep. She began to move faster. As I filled her up, her lust grew back to a peak, and soon she was fucking me hard and fast, so that the room echoed with the beat of her body slamming into mine and a chorus of breathing and moans.

I grabbed the perfect globes of Jen's ass and held on while she fucked me. Jen was in control. Clearly, she knew how to get herself off, and clearly she knew how to please me.

Her moans grew to a crescendo and I felt a wetness spray onto my torso as Jen came for the umpteenth time that night, but she did not stop. The actress had gotten into a groove, and my dick was hitting her right.

She kept rising and falling on top of me, thrusting my member hard into her core, again and again, her new wetness adding a wet satisfying and sexual squish to the soundtrack of the night.

Within moments she was cumming again. Another wave of fluid spilled from Jen's sex and contributed to the puddle that had developed beneath us. It was less than her previous expulsions, and it seemed Jen may finally be running out of cum to cum. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the young star was on the verge of dehydration with all the fluid loss, but nonetheless, she kept going.

She pumped and impaled herself on me, continuing to fulfil that deep and innate desire, but she was getting tired. I could sense the dilemma developing between her and her body's wishes. Jen did not want to stop, but her legs shook with each ascension and quivered with each penetration.

Still she fucked me. She continued to fill herself up and pound her pelvis against mine until she was on the verge of one more orgasm, and when she came, I felt its intensity. Jen rose up with one final thrust and convulsed as she fell back down onto me.

She squirted again, but it was only a dribble. Still, her cunt clenched and squeezed around my dick, pulsating as she came, wanting to release more of its fluid, but there wasn't but a little.

This one was almost enough to make me cum, but I used all the willpower I had to hold off. This was Jen's ride. I waited until she finally stopped, and collapsed against me, panting, and shaking.

Then it was my turn. I was already on edge, pushed to the brink of orgasm by Jen's perfect cunt and thorough fucking, and knew I would not last long, but I had to take her.

I slid my hands from her ass to her hips, kissing her, as I helped her up, then pulled her back down to lay on her back. We both sighed the moment my cock was released from her grasp, and moved frantically with the desire to return to our union.

I unzipped Jen's ruffled skirt and slid it down and off her legs, so we were both on the bed, sweaty and naked, two animals in a frenzy, and then I took my natural place between her legs.

Jen's sex was red, hot, wet, and engorged. Her lips were parted to reveal her pink interior. I placed my cum coated cock there, and pushed.

Two moans filled the musky room as I filled the actress up once more. Her legs quivered against me as I fell down to face her in missionary. It was the most standard thing we'd done all night, but it felt perfect. I looked at Jen, and she looked at me. My body was against hers, and I felt the softness of her skin against mine, the roundness of her breasts, all the animal heat, and our sweat mixing.

I felt her breath, and heard her moans, and I was inside her. It was human, it was animal, and it was perfect.

Again, Jen's cunt gripped me, and each thrust titillated my nerves with a sensual massage of my sex. I fucked her slow, but hard, each thrust decisive and purposeful.

Each movement was filled with intent as I drew myself out of her and then forcefully impaled her once more, until my pelvis pressed against her clit. There, I pushed more, driving a pressure against her button. And she moaned.

This was my routine and I fulfilled it with a steady rhythm, enjoying our union, until the sensations put us both on the brink of climax.

Jen's hips had began reacting to my movements, and she joined the beat. Her moans grew louder once more, but we continued to stare into each other's eyes. I was losing the ability to hold back my own pleasure, and each thrust brought us closer.

It was Jen's orgasm that finally pushed me over the edge. As our movements coalesced in a peak, Jen clenched down on me and came. She shook, and moaned, and squeezed, and I finally came over the edge.

We maintained our gaze as we came. I stared longingly, and fulfilled into her eyes as I erupted. Palpitating with pleasure, I filled her up. I felt as if I had not cum in ages, and wave after wave of pleasure sent rope after rope of my seed deep into Jennifer Lawrence's womb.

I looked in her eyes, and she smiled. It was human, it was animal, and it was perfect.

We kissed, and then we stayed there, lying in union, until the world returned to us. Reluctantly, I withdrew from the actress, and took a place beside her in bed, immensely relaxed, and in disbelief of the evening's events.

Jen turned and rested on my shoulder, smiling up and looking at me. I smiled too, sharing with her wordless acknowledgement of that fuck's perfection.

And then she laughed. I did too. I couldn't help it. The room was a mess. Our covers had been pushed off the bed at some point during the ordeal, and the floor was scattered with clothes and soaked with cum.

The bed itself was essentially one big puddle that we now laid in. The whole place smelled like sweat and sex. I couldn't help but think of the room, forever marked with cum from Jennifer Lawrence. This room was now hers.

What if a curious observer had one of those blacklights? What would they think? What would they do if the knew that that stain in the corner was left by Jennifer Lawrence's cunt? I chuckled again to myself.

"What?" Jen asked, curiously.

"Oh nothing," I said and smiled at her.

"Okay," kissing me briefly, "I'm going to get some water. Do you want any?"

I shook my head no thanks, and lifted my arm so she could get up. Of course, I watched her as she did. I was exhausted, but I couldn't get enough of Jen's perfect form. Her ass and legs were still wet, glistening with cum, and I chuckled again, but she grabbed no towel, and did not dry herself off.

I myself was soaked, and the bed was still a puddle. "I guess we're sleeping in cum tonight," I thought. Despite the slight coolness on my skin, I couldn't be happier.

I sat with a smile on my face until Jen got back from the minibar, water bottle in hand, and then I smiled some more.

She proceeded to down the whole bottle without a break to replenish her lost fluids.

I chuckled again, and she did too this time.

"I don't know how you had all that in you," I laughed.

"Me either," she replied, and let out a cute satisfied burp, "I think I was dehydrated."

Then she fell back on the bed, taking her place on my shoulder, relaxed, fulfilled, and happy. She sniffed me one last time, and then she fell asleep.

* * *

Thank goodness it was a Saturday. I didn't wake up until noon that day and when I did I was in no shape to do anything professional. I woke up in a zen state that had no doubt carried over from the previous night's post-coital bliss.

It took a moment for the details to come back to me, but I couldn't help but smile when they did. Even with all the wonderful sex I'd been having recently, Jennifer Lawrence stood out.

As the world came into focus, and I became aware of my surroundings, I felt the star's warmth on my shoulder, just as she was last night when she dozed off, and looking down, I found that she was already awake.

Jen was looking up at me, grinning and happy.

"Hey," she said, and placed a hand on my chest.

"Hey."

Jen was smiling wide. It was a happy smile, a fulfilled smile, but I could sense in her expression that same desire she had last night, that lustful grin that gave away her animal intentions. My cock twitched in response.

"Last night was fun," Jen whispered in her seductive rasp.

She lifted herself up from my side and straddled me, bringing her face inches away from mine before kissing me, "I can't stop thinking about it."

The actress kept her gaze close so I could feel her breath. She stared at me, eyes filled with desire, mouth barely ajar, slowly gazing down to my lips and back. I could feel the intensity of the desire in that one gaze.

Jen kissed me again, deep and passionate, but quick, and then she kissed my neck. Then my collarbone, and down, caressing the length of my torso with her lips.

"I want you," she said between the pecks. She sent chills down my spine. Then she kissed my pelvis.

At this point my manhood had risen and stood like a stone statue, ready for the actress' touch. Jen's soft hand grasped my shaft and pulled it towards her, where she kissed the head before enveloping it with her mouth.

My hips bucked in response, and I moaned as the warmth of Jennifer Lawrence's mouth surrounded my member. Like her hands and her pussy, Jen's mouth was exceptionally soft, and she used just the right amount of pressure to make me shudder with pleasure.

She bobbed her head up and down, rising and falling between my legs as she stroked my length with the inside of her cheeks. The sensation was phenomenal, and I sat back and allowed myself to experience it while Jen went to town.

That familiar slurpy, wet, took-too-big-of-a-bite sound of a blowjob filled the room. Jen punctuated these sounds with muffled moans. She was clearly enjoying it.

She forced my member deeper and deeper into her mouth until I was fucking her throat. The star gagged quietly, but regained her composure quickly and continued with her rhythmic bouncing.

My cock was dripping with Jen's thick, coating saliva that helped facilitate my oral penetrations.

I was getting close. My hips and breathing gave away my proximity to orgasm, Jen picked up the hint.

She fucked her throat with my cock quickly and hard for a few more strokes before pulling her head up so she bobbed only on the first half of my shaft. There she did this thing where she swirled her tongue around my sensitive bellend, and that pushed me over the edge.

My cock spasmed and I came in the actress' mouth. I grunted as I reached the peak of pleasure, and Jen moaned as she accepted the load from my thrusting manhood. I heard a series of loud gulps as Jen tasted and then swallowed each of my eruptions.

"Mmmm," she moaned, sucking every drop of cum she could from my cock as I came to rest in her mouth, before relinquishing my deflating manhood to smile at me with wet lips. "You taste so good." Her voice was even more raspy after the assault on her throat, and that just made it hotter.

Jen remained kneeling between my legs, but lifted herself up, putting her hands on my thighs.

I looked down at her, admiring her shape and how sexy she was between my legs. I loved being naked in my animal form together with Jennifer Lawrence. I looked from her eyes, to her mouth, which she wiped not so gracefully with her forearm, to her breasts, and curves, to between her legs.

There, as Jen sat on folded knees and spread legs, the puffy shape of her sex gave away her state of arousal. She had not moved since beginning her oral pursuit, and where she sat, a long, thin strand of clear, glistening cum ran from her cunt to the bed, where a quarter-sized puddle had formed.

A wide grin crossed my face. Jen saw it and followed my gaze down between her legs, and she laughed, instinctively twitching to close her legs, but she spread them wide after the reflex had passed. A wicked grin spread across her lips.

"Do you want to taste it?" She spoke in that same seductive tone from the previous night. I nodded.

Still grinning, Jen bit her lower lip and began to rise from her kneeling position. As she did the strand of her arousal stretched and pulled out of her cunt until it finally broke and split between the wetspot on the hotel sheets and a strand that dangled from her moist opening.

She waddled on her knees, careful to keep them spread so as to not catch her cum on her legs, and made her way towards my watering mouth. It was a bit of an awkward climb, and we shared a laugh as Jen stumbled up my torso, but I quickly lost myself in the sight of her glistening, dripping lips as they made their way closer to me.

As Jen straddled my chest a familiar aroma became apparent. Wafting from between her legs and filling the space around my head was that musky scent of Jen's sex. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking a rapturous trip to heaven in her essence.

"You smell so good," I muttered automatically, still lost in my euphoria.

"Mmm," Jen cooed, "I want to know what you think of how I taste," and then she took the final waddle to hover over my face.

She looked down at me, wicked grin never leaving her expression, and pushed her pelvis out. That thick, clear, strand of her cum still hung from her slimy slit. Slowly, she lower herself, gazing down, carefully guiding the thread to my mouth. I spread my lips and pressed my tongue out to receive it.

Down she came until my tongue was met with that musky, salty tang of Jen's cunt. The cum gripped my tongue, and for a moment Jen and I were connected by nothing more than this gossamer thread.

Then I slurped, needing more of the actress' essence. Her sex was ready to give it. As I inhaled her cum, Jen's pussy produced more, and I was drinking it out of her like pulling thread from a spool.

Soon, my mouth was filled and my tongue was coated in Jen's silky slick nectar. Her musk dominated two of my senses and I moaned in pleasure. That's when Jen lowered herself those final few inches and my face was greeted with the warmth and pressure of her slick wet cunt.

I loved looking up at her, the previous night and when she sat on my face. The sensation of her heat, her weight, the softness of her skin, the toned form of her body, the slippery film that lubricated her blossom of a pussy, and all of its soft, intricate folds were exactly what I craved, and the memories are exactly what I continue to crave to this day.