1 London 2007

"Won't your parents be home?" I asked stupidly. He chuckled.

"My place means my place; I have separate residence from my parents. It's a modest house away from everything, nice and quiet. It's more of a cottage, really. I don't really care for flashy things. Of course, I should build a house for all the books I'm accumulating... Do you like to read?" he asked.

"Yes, I enjoy it very much." I was about to list off a few books I'm interested in, but he stepped in with, "Oh yes, sex books."

"Very funny," I pouted to show my disdain for all this teasing, though I'm sure it was all good fun.

"I was actually hoping to see you after the show -- I saw you during. You seemed to be a in a little predicament during my nudity." Daniel slid closer to me, his voice a whisper. "Yes, I was a little... tense."

"Mmm, perhaps we can release some of your tension." He placed his hand on my bare thigh -- my dress had risen higher on my thigh when I sat down. "Your skin is soft, warm." He leaned in close, his mouth nearly pressed to my ear. "Feel me," he said. I wanted to, oh I so wanted to. My hand went slowly to the bulge in his trousers; he was hard, so very hard. He was also big, bigger than I expected to be honest. Every cock always gets bigger though, when it gets hard. I moved my hand along the length off him; this caused him to breathe heavily in my ear which, in return, aroused me even more. I spread my thighs wider subconsciously. I wanted him to have access to me, I wanted that release. His hand slid slowly up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my honey pot. I trembled, anticipating his touch, excited for it.

He ran his fingertips the length of my lips, sending another tremble through me. This time he cupped my vulva and squeezed slightly. His mouth was still at my ear and he whispered, "So fucking wet. I love a hot, wet cunt." Just for him, my pussy leaked more of my juices through my lace panties into his waiting hand. He squeezed harder and bit down on the nape of my neck. "We're here."

I focused my eyes and looked out the window. We were at the cutest cottage I'd ever seen. There were high walls surrounding the front and back lawn with a high wrought iron fence across the drive. "Gorgeous," I said. Daniel opened the door and pulled me out with him. Leaning back in he told the driver to go home, and thanks. Daniel led me into his home and flipped on several lights. "Are you thirsty?" he asked.

I actually was, but I could definitely use a beer. I told him what I wanted and he walked away to the kitchen. I decided not to follow, but to look around. I did a quick little jig, I was so excited! I couldn't believe I was in Daniel Radcliffe's house. I couldn't believe he had touched my cunt, wants my cunt! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

He had a vast variety of books lining most of the four walls of his main entertaining room. There was a large TV placed against one wall with stacks of DVDs placed on the shelves underneath it. The rest was books on the entire wall, ceiling to floor. I spotted the couch and went to sit down. I sank down into it and groaned. It made me want to get settled in and kick off my shoes, which seemed like a good idea. I did kick off my heels and groaned more as I stretched my legs and cracked my ankles.

"Do your feet hurt?" he asked?

"Eh, maybe a little," I replied, taking the beer from him. "Thanks."

"Sure," he responded. He sat on the coffee table and set his beer next to him. "Feet up," he told me.

I looked at him curiously, "Why?"

"I want to give you a foot rub," he said and grabbed one of my feet. He started to work his fingers deep into the skin on my foot and calve.

"Oh, wow. That feels great!"

He chuckled, "I know. You learn to do this sort of thing when you work on your feet for hours at a time."

"I bet that can suck."

"It can, sometimes. Tell me about yourself. Why are you in London?"

"Really? First you're talking about my wet cunt, and now you're rubbing my feet and wanting to know why I'm in London?"

"Is that a crime? I'm a man of simple delights. I like to drag things out a bit. Plus, I don't want to feel bad later, as if I brought you home just for sex. You're gorgeous, you're funny... I'd like to know more about you. Now, why are you in London?"

I sighed. Fine, I'll be horny for a long time anyway. "I met some online friends for the first time since talking to them online almost 10 years ago."

"Wow, weren't you scared?"

"No, not really. We've all talked on the phone before, we've seen each other through web cams, and we've written letters and sent each other birthday gifts and Christmas gifts. It's almost like a glorified pen pal."

"That's really cool, to be honest."

"Yeah, it's awesome. I'm glad I finally had enough saved up."

"What do you do back in America?"

"Oh... uh, nothing special."

"Awe, come on, please tell me."

"I don't know, telling someone like you is sort of embarrassing."

"Why? I'm just a normal person."

I laughed. "Yeah, except you've got this beautiful, expensive cottage and you're in movies and standing naked on Broadway..."

"Just tell me."

"I'm a housekeeper. I clean other people's homes for them because they're too busy to do it themselves, or just too damn lazy."

"That's not so bad. How long are you in London for?"

I closed my eyes as he worked over my other foot. I didn't really know how long I planned to stay, to be honest. I'd already been here for a week, and was getting tired of the same routine of always going to the pubs. "I don't know, I might not stay for much longer. I guess it depends on if I can find something to keep me here longer."

Daniel smiled slightly and nodded, "I hope you find that something. What's your name? I can't believe I don't even know your name."

"Funny, I know yours."

"Funny, how could you not?"

"Touché. My name is Holly."

"Holly, is it?" He thought for a moment, stopping the massage of my foot. I whimpered in disapproval. "Hold on," he told me. He placed my foot on the table and went to his shelves of DVDs. He opened up a cabinet I hadn't noticed and pulled out something. The case opened liked a CD case, and he popped it in a disc player. He flipped through the tracks, determined to find the one he wanted. He landed on it and turned the volume up to a reasonable height. I recognized the song instantly. He was playing "First Night" by a band called The Hold Steady. It was one of my favorite bands. I smiled at him as he resumed massaging my aching foot. I sang along softly to the words as he watched me. "You know The Hold Steady?" he asked in disbelief.

I had to laugh. "Of course, they're from New York. I'm in New York all the time. They're one of my favorite bands."

"They're my favorite, too."

We sat in silence as the song played through. In the silence I could hear him singing some of the lyrics softly. "Holly's insatiable, she still looks incredible."

"Come here," I told him. I pulled my foot out of his hands and beckoned him closer. He slid off the table and settled a knee between my thighs as I laid myself flat on the couch. "Kiss me," I told him. He kindly obliged. His lips were soft and gentle on mine; a first kiss is everything. They moved with mine as if they'd had previous knowledge of how they moved. He tugged at my pierced bottom lip lightly before pressing his mouth against mine harder, and started kissing me with more urgency. Our needs increased exponentially the longer we kissed. My tongue parted his lips and caressed his. He ground his pelvis into me; I could feel his hardness pressed tightly against me. I tried to rub my body against him, but I was pressed tightly in the couch.

I pushed my hand against his chest to tell him to move, but I never broke the kiss. It seemed in one fluid motion I was straddled him upright. My lips moved from his lips to his neck as his hands roamed my body. I felt his hand at the zipper to my dress and lifted my arm a little so he could unzip it safely. I leaned up on my knees so he could slide it up my body and over my head so I didn't have to get off of him.

Daniel groaned when my breasts came into view. I tossed the dress away and his hands slid down my back, across my sides and up them to cup my breasts in his hands. "Do you like them?" I asked sweetly. "Fuck, I love them." I stuck my chest outward further, close to his mouth. He read my mouth and stuck out his tongue. Electricity shot out from his tongue and electrified my nipple. He licked around my lip, across it, flicking it before placing his whole mouth around it. I could feel his wet tongue lapping at it, his teeth tugging it. I placed one of my hands on the back of his hand as I arched my back and moaned loudly. "Baby, that feels so fucking good. Play with my other nipple while you suck on this one."

I ground my panty-clad pussy onto his cock while he manipulated my nipples. They were hard little pebbles set atop a hill of soft flesh. His hand pressed into my back, bringing me closer to him. We both groaned, and he removed his mouth from my breast. A string of saliva connected my nipple to his lip, swaying as he caught his breath. He placed both of his hands on my back and held me as he got up. He walked out of the living room and down the hall into an open doorway. He didn't bother to turn on a light, and set me gently down on a bed. He took off his t-shirt and shimmied off his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything under them, so his cock sprang to attention once released. I started to slip off my panties, but he stopped me.

"No, that's my favorite part, love."

He climbed into the bed in front of me. He leaned on top of me, pressing his cock against my cunt. He ground his hips into me and swore. "I can't wait to get that cunt." I whimpered and trembled -- I needed him so badly. "What are you waiting for? Fuck me, Daniel." He kissed me deeply before moving down my body, leaving a trail of soft kisses down my belly. When he got to my cunt, he breathed in deeply. "You smell so fucking good," Daniel told me. He started to peel off my panties. I spread my legs a little to make it easier, and when they got to my knees he told me to lift my legs straight into the air. I happily obliged, and he slipped my panties off my feet. I then spread my legs around him so he was caught between my legs.

"Taste me, baby. Stick your tongue up my cunt; suck up all the juices you caused. Mmmm, that's it baby. Lick my slit, just like that."

Daniel spread my cunt lips and went to lapping at my cunt like a dog with a fresh bowl of water. I cried out and pressed my cunt into his face as he sucked my clit into his mouth and slid two fingers into my tight little pussy. "Oh fuck! Fuck me, baby! I'm cumming, you're make me cream all over your fingers! Oh, oh, yes!" I cried. I ground myself into his mouth as he slid his fingers in and out of me until my orgasm subsided.

My hips fell back to the bed and I tried desperately to catch my breath. "Oh shit, I needed that more than I thought. That was so good. Let me suck your cock now," I said. Before he could answer I pushed him backward on the bed and nestled between his thighs. I rubbed his cock on my cheek and then ran my lips along the length of his shaft. "You're so big, baby. You're going to stretch my holes with this big cock." I gripped the base of his dick and licked the length of him upwards and swirled on tongue around his beautiful purple mushroom head. Pre cum was oozing out in big gobs, I licked those up too and happily swallowed. "Mmm, you taste good baby." I continued licking up his shaft in long, fluid motions before engulfing his head in my mouth. Daniel bucked his hips involuntarily at the intense pleasure he felt by my mouth. He held my hair back from my face as I worked over his dick with my mouth and two fists. I could hear his breath increase, his abs contorted back and forth like he was doing crunches, his mouth what shaped in a silent "O" as groans and moans escaped his mouth in between his profanity. "You like the way I suck your big cock, baby? Wait till you get my pussy, baby. You'll go insane," I told him seductively, but honestly.

"No, I can't wait!" he gasped. He flipped me over so fast I didn't know what happened at first. I was laying flat on my stomach, with my legs spread. He nudged the head of his cock at my wet entrance. "Yeah baby, stick your cock in my tight little pussy. Fuck the shit out of me with that thing." He lunged his cock full inside me, causing me to cry out in both pain and pleasure. He didn't give me time to adjust, which was fine, I guess. The rougher, the better. He closed my legs and straddled my thighs and started to move his body; I could hear his knees scraping against the fabric. His hand slid up my back and grabbed a fist full of my hair as he started to fuck me harder. I cried out every time he thrust hard into me.

"Fuck, Holly, your pussy is so tight!"

He released my hair and placed both of his hands on my waist, gripping hard as he started to pound my cunt. His skin slapped against mine loudly, and the sound of soaked pussy being used was the only sound in the room aside from our breathing, our moaning. I lifted my ass into the air a little, causing a nice curve in my lower back. Daniel took one of his hands from my hips and smacked my ass.

"Yeah, baby! Spank my ass again, harder!" I shouted at him. He did, again and again. I could feel the sting and the heat coming from my burned ass cheek. "Let me ride you, baby," I told him. He lay back on the bed as I swiveled my body to straddled him with taking too much of him out of me. I placed my hands on his abdomen for balance and started to bounce up and down on his cock. "Fuck, babe, you like me fucking you like this? Oh yeah, I bet you do. I fucking love your hard dick inside my wet little cunt. You like my bald little cunt, baby?"

"Yes!" was all he could verbally respond with. He roughly grabbed my hips (I was sure I was going to have bruises there later.) and started to slam his hips up into my downward strokes. "Fuck me, Daniel! Oh, you fuck me so good! Shit! Shit, you're going to make me cum again, pound my pussy, Daniel! I'm going to cummmmm!"

My back arched as if I was a contortionist and my nipples got harder as trembles went through my body as an intense orgasm ripped through my body. Daniel laughed slightly at my loud cries of pleasure and bit his lip as he thrust harder than ever into my cunt to ride out my orgasm.

I picked up pace a little as soon as I caught my breath after my orgasm subsided. I could still feel it there, wanting to have another go, but I really wanted to make Daniel blow his load. I knew he was close, he had to be. I swiveled my body again so I was riding him from the opposite. I was sure that him watching my wet pussy sliding up and down his hard cock would drive him over the edge. I brought my pussy up slowly, rolling my hips a little, to the point where is cock was almost out of me, and then slammed back down. I repeated this several times before I fucked him faster and harder, yearning to make him cum.

"Fuck, HOLLY! I'm going to cum!"

"Cum for me, baby! Cum for Holly!" I slid off of his cock, though not quickly enough as I felt his first shot of cum smear my pussy walls. I turned around quick-like to catch his already spurting cream in my mouth and used my hand to make sure I got every last drop of his tasty cream down my throat and into in my belly. After he was finished, I kissed my way up his body and then smiled at him when I reached his face. "Fuck yeah, that was hot," he said, and started to kiss me. I could taste myself on him, and he could taste himself on my tongue.

I rocked my hips a little because it felt like I was lying on a steel rod. "Fuck! Daniel, you're still hard as fucking rock!"

"Can you blame me? Wanna have another go?" he asked.

"Do you have to ask?" I laughed.

Fin.