Pre-Oscar Night

"Okay, come in," I heard -- there was a pay off right there.

I went inside the room, looking for the next pay off, but she wasn't there. I looked around on the couch and in the kitchen, but waited until later to look at the most obvious place -- the entrance to the bedroom.

Then I got one hell of a payoff.

Amy had kept me waiting just so I could get the surprise of seeing her like this. Standing in the open bedroom doorway, wearing nothing but a buttoned white shirt -- which was unbuttoned down to the naval. Much like virtually every single thing she wore in "American Hustle" she made herself have virtually no neckline to speak of.

Unlike in the movie, however, the outfit was open enough to expose both her tits -- not just her side boobs.

In spite of having seen her completely naked, and having seen her virtually naked on screen at least...five, six times in the last few months...I still felt like drooling. I swore that she just got more and more gorgeous every time, every year and in every movie.

And yet instead of saying that, when it sunk in how she was making fun of her own movie to greet/seduce me, I laughed. Fortunately, she laughed at how I was laughing.

"Good, now I don't have to use the accent," she said before walking over. In spite of looking like sex on legs a moment ago, she reverted back to her sweet, equally heart stopping smile, looking genuinely happy to see me. I couldn't resist kissing her hello, and she didn't either.

After we got the making out out of the way, Amy went over to pour us a drink. She unbuttoned that last little button on her shirt, letting it stay open even though we weren't...getting to business yet. I went topless out of solidarity, however, yet we weren't in a rush to do more this time.

There was certainly a lot to talk about first. Like her movie, the fact she was nominated for Best Actress for the first time, her Golden Globe win, our respective stress leading up to the nominations, the odd Jennifer Lawrence story, and the chance that her movie might win big this time. Maybe it was even her own time too.

"Things are different and crazy this time, but they aren't that crazy," Amy answered to that. "Even if I win, it'll only be because Cate worked with Woody Allen. How's that gonna play?" Given that Cate Blanchett had won everything in sight up to now, perhaps upsetting her thanks to Woody Allen backlash wouldn't be the best way for Amy to finally win.

"At this rate, the movie won't even win anything either. It's been back and forth for weeks, and we might be out of time to get to forth again," Amy reflected. "Unless the pundits are wrong, this is gonna be the same as every other Oscar night. Sitting around while everyone else wins something."

"Is that...getting old for you?" I dared to ask. But if the same old, same old stuff she did at this time of the year was getting to her -- like losing and me -- I might as well know now.

"I love going and I love the people that beat me, don't get me wrong. I've worked with a lot of them," Amy reminded. "But I don't know. I guess at some point, the same old routine gets boring. I thought for a while there might be a chance of pace this time. Maybe because I'm in a different category this time. But I might have been kidding myself."

"Well...even Meryl had a 30-year Oscar losing streak. You're not even at 10 yet," I did the math. "Now that they know you're not a supporting actress anymore, they should take the next step eventually. Even if it's not tomorrow night."

"Maybe," Amy admitted. "I can't control it, anyway. It's not up to me if Oscar night's the same as usual. Pre-Oscar night, on the other hand..." Now the excitement and nerves were blending in again.

"I made sure my schedule was clear tonight. Of everything. Told them I was more nervous about the show than usual. Since this is new territory for me and my movie might win, they bought it," Amy stated.

"But you're not nervous this time? Ironic?" I pointed out.

"This time I just don't want to be bored," Amy set up. "If I have to sit around all night, like usual...I want really good things to think about in the meantime. Keep my mind busy during the other categories, and when Ellen's not joking around."

"And...that's my job this time?" I caught on. To start her answer, Amy got herself closer to me on the couch.

"We don't have to hurry up this time. I don't want us to hold back, either. We can do anything we want," Amy offered. "No matter how slow..." she said before kissing me slow and deep. "Or hard..." She broke off and said, before shoving her tongue down my throat and then suckling my lower lips before pulling back. "I want it all this time."

"Is that right?" I technically didn't have to ask. But she knew I wasn't confused when I put my hand on her open shirt, then underneath it.

"You got it," Amy confirmed, guiding her hand to my belt and zipper. When she unzipped and unbuckled me, I felt safe to pull her onto me and settle her on my lap.

Once Amy got her legs around me, she reached into my open pants as I lifted the bottom of her shirt up. She pulled me out and started stroking me, all while my hands gripped her ass and my fingers started stroking her below as well. After a few pumps, I even started trying to outright fuck her hand, to which Amy just grinded on me harder.

Amy wrapped her left arm around the back of my neck, with her right hand wrapped around my pumping cock. With both my hands on her bottom, I started kissing her upper body.

"Shit...can't go all out here," I told us both. "You can't explain away love bites to E! on the red carpet." I went down and kissed her tits, muttering, "You'd probably get questions if they saw marks on here too."

"Yeah...but you wouldn't. You don't have to talk to E! tomorrow," Amy remembered.

On that setup, Amy tipped me over on my back on the couch, so that she could go down and kiss, nibble and suckle my neck and chest without holding back. She even kept her hand on my cock so I could keep fucking it, which she was driving me crazy enough to do faster.

My hands stayed on her ass and pussy, with her mouth inspiring me to go harder on them too. After pinching and rubbing her lower lips, I figured I could get away with one slap on her round rump. Amy moaned enough that I tried getting away with another.

"Fuck, that's it...they won't check down there," Amy said into my neck. Nevertheless, I settled for curling my right index finger into her, right as I jiggled her ass with my left hand. A few hard pumps on her pussy and hand really got Amy writhing.

She devoured my neck and went to my ear, putting her left hand to use in teasing my own chest. I let my face go into her perfect red hair, all as my finger went deeper into her.

"If we got all night, you can cum early now," I told her. "You got so worked up before I got here, you gotta be close. Come on, cum for me now..."

"Same here...same here," Amy dared.

I answered that dare by flipping her over this time, laying her on her back before putting my left finger into her. It pumped her deeper while Amy got a hold of my cock again, her thumb bringing it closer as well.

"Oh fuck...you know how hard it was waiting to jack off in theater bathrooms lately?" I gasped. "You know what you fucking did to me in that movie?"

"I'm ready to see it now," Amy answered.

Getting the hint, I sat myself up on my knees, letting Amy reach over and finish stroking me. In turn, I reached my hand down to finish stroking her. It was all I could focus on other than cumming, but soon enough, even that was no use.

By luck, I didn't get any cum on the open shirt she still wore. I did get some on those pesky, taunting side boobs that haunted movie screens all winter.

Still, it distracted me from watching Amy cum and seeing if any got on the couch. But she would presumably be long gone by the time the maids cleaned up this room. In any case, that wouldn't be for hours -- and now that we both came, we'd have to find other ways to kill the next half of one or so.

"Do you mind? With the..." Amy gestured to the mess on her body. Well, finding and using a napkin should kill about a minute. After that minute went by, however, Amy still didn't look satisfied -- I hoped it wasn't that easy for her to recover.

"Still not enough. I'll need to get clean some other way," Amy vowed. I had my suspicions about that, which she confirmed by getting up and finally throwing her shirt off -- then bringing her completely nude body over to the bathroom.

I still had my pants on -- even with my cock hanging out -- when I followed her. But when I got in and saw her stepping into the shower, I put an end to that.

Amy had the shower head on by the time I stepped in. She also managed to get a bar of soap and a sponge ready. "You made the mess, so..." she held them out at me.

"Damnit, you got me," I pretended to be annoyed. I hoped nothing else would be faked while we were in here, though.

I put the sponge under the shower water and started scrubbing it, so it would be wet and soapy enough to scrub Amy. She put her hands under the water and got her head and some of her body wet too. However, she let me soak it more when I began to scrub her chest and stomach.

By now, she had to be somewhat clean of my cum. Yet I couldn't be too sure. I rubbed her tits and stomach further, then wrung out the soap and soaked her with just water. In return, Amy glided her wet hands through my wetter chest as well.

Now that we were both pretty wet and the pretense of cleaning her was over, I took in her clean, glistening, shapely form. "Fuck...you're just so fucking gorgeous," I had to admire, feeling like I was taking it in for the first time despite all our other times, and all her movies.

I guess it was even more obvious what a lucky bastard I was. Even if the Oscars hadn't officially appreciated her yet, I was at least on par with the Golden Globes.

But the Globes couldn't kiss her and hold her wet, soft body in the shower like I was. I doubted she would let the Globes grope her and grope them back either.

I backed her up to the corner, kissing down to her neck and trailing down to her chest. I found the sponge again and had it soak up more water, then I squeezed it onto her tits and began suckling them from there. When I suckled one breast, I scrubbed the other with the sponge until I slid it down her body -- and teased it even lower.

Going down on my knees, I ran the corner of the sponge up and down Amy's lower lips, until my tongue took its place. Looking up at her, I took in her flushed, wet face and her other flushed, wet features while trying to make them writhe. Amy leaned her head against the corner, groaning and hissing, especially when I put my already wet fingers into her wet center.

"Yeah...you know I'm not soaked enough," Amy encouraged. Maybe another angle would help her along.

"Turn around," I requested. I got on my feet to give her room, and show I was willing to wait. That was harder to sell. However, it was worth it when Amy turned around, faced the wall, and put her round, perky rear into view.

Getting the sponge back, I went on my knees and put my face in front of her ass. I wrung more water from the sponge, pouring it on her ass -- and studying it to make sure it slid down just right. I then had to get a good grip to be sure.

My face and tongue went under her ass and resumed licking her pussy, all as I squeezed Amy from behind. After a few more tweaks, my left hand reached around her and worked on the front of her pussy, with my tongue teasing her in the back.

"Think about this when you're sitting on your ass all night," I said into her. "I know I'm not an Oscar chair, but..." I then did things with my tongue and teeth that she couldn't get from sitting on a chair.

Then I went and got daring enough to do them on her ass itself.

I took a little practice nibble on her left cheek, then when Amy didn't object, I did the same with her right. My left index finger and thumb worked harder on her pussy to balance it out, as my tongue got closer to right between her cheeks.

"Almost there..." Amy panted, giving me the green light.

I planted my face right against her ass, with my tongue sliding over the center. After going up and down and around it, I put the tip of my tongue against it -- digging my finger deeper into her other hole in the meantime. With both holes getting some stimulation, Amy's groans echoed in the shower while her hips wiggled between my little sandwich.

My tongue fucked her ass and my finger fucked her pussy in unison, then I let my thumb take over in front. "Jesus fucking...God, this is gonna get me through the sound categories for sure..." Amy vowed.

That was the opening I needed to drive my thumb and tongue as deep into her openings as possible. The sounds she made were as award-worthy as I expected.

Pulling my various tools out of her, I caught my breath and regrouped, knowing I'd have a hard time topping that. Hell, I'd have a hard time topping tomorrow night, when I'd see Amy sitting in her chair -- sitting on an ass I'd had my tongue in 24 hours earlier. Maybe even more later.

"Come on, up and at em," I heard Amy interrupt my thoughts. Even with all that, she was still perky and eager. When I got on my feet, she saw that I was up and eager again too.

At that point, she wasn't on her feet anyway.

With the shower water raining on my back, Amy rained her mouth and tongue down on my cock. Her hands went on the bottom of my shaft and my balls, with her mouth covering every other inch of my privates. However, her tongue was primarily focused on my head.

A few more minutes of this, and...well, if I went into her mouth, I wouldn't need a shower to clean that up. Nevertheless, the principle of the thought stood. Especially considering Amy's moans on my cock, her sweet eyes gazing at me with hunger, and her tongue satisfying that hunger on my underside.

To cap it off, she let go of me and put her tongue underneath my balls, then licked up and down as she steadily went up my shaft. When she got to my head, she settled for kissing it slow and deep, then dabbed her tongue on my slit almost teasingly.

That seemed to be enough for Amy, judging by how she got on her feet. I would have kissed her, even after her tongue was all over my cock, except I remembered where my own tongue had been. In any case, she got past me and turned off the shower.

Stepping out into the rest of the bathroom, Amy picked up a towel and started drying -- and covering -- herself. This gave me the urgency to step out myself. "At least let me help with that," I offered.

Taking her silence as permission, I took Amy's towel and used it to dry her off myself. Despite the pleasure I got at making her wet, drying her off wasn't that bad -- especially when I brushed the towel against certain wet areas.

"Thanks," Amy said like it was nothing. "Now I just need one more thing from you." She led me to the sink and pointed to a specific item on it.

"Really? You're sure I can use that?" I made sure, pointing to the toothbrush on Amy's sink.

"You didn't give me much choice, did you?" Amy challenged. Shrugging, I found her toothpaste and put it to use as well.

Amy stayed next to me as I bent over, brushed my teeth while naked and got the taste of her ass out of my mouth. I could have asked her to brush the taste of my cock out next, but this didn't seem like the time for playful pettiness. Particularly when Amy brushed back up against my side.

When I was minty fresh again, I stood up straight and wiped my mouth on a smaller towel. In the meantime, Amy found a way to slide over and stand in front of me, with her back turned. Her head then turned, so she could test out how minty my mouth was.

Getting the hint, I wrapped my arms around Amy's waist as she bent herself over against the sink -- and against me. Our tongues wrapped together and I didn't taste myself at all. Feeling Amy's ass and pussy grinding back on me would have canceled it out anyway.

As it stood, I broke off and got myself lined up, then slid myself back into her for the fifth time in nine years. This was a slight change of pace, though.

Amy gripped the sink, watching the mirror in front of us and watching me settle in behind her. I rested my head on her shoulder to watch as well, though I couldn't see too much of her taking me in. I got a good view of her nipples between my fingers, though, as well as her gritting her teeth.

Picking up the pace, I gripped her breasts and nipples harder as my face went into her damp red hair. Kissing the back of her head, Amy picked up her own volume while my lips went over to her ear. Breathing my own sounds of satisfaction against her, I gave her a bit more by pumping deeper.

Finally, I stood straight up and settled my hands onto Amy's ass, as it backed up on me. I fondled and fucked her, getting a few new ideas in my head. "You know...if you liked both holes filled up in there..." I brought up.

Amy merely panted instead of giving a real answer. I would need one for this to go anywhere. "Start with the finger. Then gimmie the cock-finger combo," she requested.

After decoding it, I carried it out by teasing her upper hole with a finger. Soon after, I pulled my cock out, made sure Amy made it wet enough, and pushed the head against her in a trial run. To be completely safe, I fingered Amy's pussy for a few deep moments, then put what got on my finger on her other hole.

That finger went back into her pussy right as my head started pushing in above. Within moments, Amy had her cock-finger combo.

The deeper I went into her ass, the hotter I felt. Hopefully, it also meant the hotter I fucked too. Amy seemed to like it, anyway.

If thinking about Amy sitting at the Oscars tomorrow night, after having a tongue in that ass was hot, then this...

"Fuck," I said with actual remorse. "I can't do this too long, can I? You can't sit down weird tomorrow night..."

"Well, you're...confident," Amy got out. "But you're backing it up...damn it, that is a good point."

"Okay then..." I resigned myself to, slowing down my ass fucking. Still, I picked up my finger fucking to make it better. "You should practice sitting around anyway."

Before we got to that, I gave her a few final, rapid fire fucks as a grand finale up there. Amy moaned, then laughed a bit while I made my way out. She was free to turn around, which gave me room to take her wrist and lead her to the bedroom.

When I found a chair near her bed, I led her over and had her sit down. The view made me think there might be some logistical problems with this little plan. "Okay...I was supposed to fuck you while you sat on the chair. Like you'll be sitting tomorrow night. But...you'll be more comfortable than I would," I assumed.

"Oh, just get over here," Amy rolled her eyes. "I don't need it completely accurate. None of the movies are, anyway."

With that in mind, Amy got up and I let myself sit in her place. And while she wouldn't be sitting on anyone's lap at the Oscars, Amy let herself on mine. Admittedly, this was a lot easier.

Amy had more room and power to fuck herself on me, and I had more room to stroke and fuck her back. I could also run my hands over the rest of her, making extra sure I dried her off. Everywhere but one place, that is.

I fingered and pinched that place as Amy tightened it around my cock, riding me with even more fire. She leaned her hands on my chest while mine gripped her hips, helping them bounce harder on me. At this rate, she wouldn't have to do that much longer.

"Oh...tell me when you're gonna cum. Then I want it in my ass," Amy pleaded. "It wouldn't take too long then. Maybe some of it will stay in till tomorrow..."

On the one hand, that made me attack Amy even harder. On the other, I didn't know if I could make myself stop and pull out in time. Yet when I circled a finger around Amy's other hole and she bucked herself even harder on me, I knew it was now or never.