Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 13:51:52 -0400
From: quietlittleone08@aol.com
Subject: Lovely Angelina Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own this celebrity, this story is also a work of my
imagination (and a little outside help), it does not, in any way, imply the
true feelings or actions of this celebrity.

			      Lovely Angelina
				  Part 2

I haven't heard from or seen Angelina in two weeks, I wondered if she ever
wanted to see me again. If she made up with Brad, I probably never
would. My one night with her was only a fling that happened because she was
pissed at him.

I had almost given up any hope of seeing her again when I came home from
work one night to find my door unlocked. I never left my door unlocked, it
was New York City there were too many weirdoes. I prepared myself for who I
would find inside. Slowly, I opened the door, trying not to make too much
noise. I pushed the door completely open.  I was shocked to find, not a
creepy homeless guy, but Angelina Jolie.

"Hey baby," she said. "What took you so long?"

"I was working," I said. "I have a real job."

"Oh pooh," Angelina said. "I've got a real job; I just have to work less to
earn more money."

I set my bag on the kitchen counter, took off my jacket and put it in the
closet. "How long have you been here?"

"About fifteen minutes," Angelina answered. "It's not the first time I've
been here looking for you."

"I told you," I said. "I work during the day."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said. She got out of the chair she'd been sitting
in and walked over to me. She planted a long, deep, passionate kiss on
me. She wrapped her arms around me and continued kissing me.

I pushed her away. "I can't do this, not right now, I need time to decide
between this fling and a real relationship I could be having with a girl I
met a few nights ago."

Angelina looked pissed. "Fine," she said bluntly and stormed out the door,
slamming it behind her.

I felt really bad about that. I went to bed that night, mind racing,
thinking about her and Faith (the other woman). I was weighing the pros and
cons of each when I finally fell asleep.

I was awoken several hours later; I felt two strong arms around me and
their lips on my neck. I couldn't mistake those lips; they were the lips of
Angelina. I didn't fight, I didn't protest, I just let her kiss me.

I must have moaned or something because she said: "Good your awake, I was
getting bored."

"Why are you here?"

"Brad's out of town," she responded. "Not only that, but I can't stay away
from you."

I couldn't respond. She started kissing me on the mouth. Her tongue dove
into my mouth and intertwined with mine, her hands exploring my body. Her
hands slid up my shirt and to my breasts. She squeezed them tightly and
fondled with my nipples.

Angelina pulled off my shirt and began suckling my left breast. She started
nibbling on my nipple; it was turning me on so much.

"Fuck me," I moaned.

Angelina pulled away, knowing I was ready to be fucked. "Are you asking or
telling?" she teased.

"God, just do it already, please," I said. If she didn't fuck me soon, I
was likely to spontaneously combust from all the pent up tension.

"Hate to break it to you baby, but I'm not God," Angelina teased some
more. She was pulling things out of a bag on the floor.

I looked up at the ceiling hoping that soon she would end this torture. I
heard her moving around the room. Then I felt the sheets being pulled off
of me. Angelina quickly pulled off my underwear, climbed on top of me, and
forcefully shoved the strap-on dick into my wet pussy. She pulled my legs
up and rested them on her shoulders. She pulled the dick out, rested the
tip of it on my pussy then plunged quickly back into me.  She did this
several more times, making me moan louder each time.

Angelina pulled out of me, "I want to go out on the balcony," she said.

I led Angelina out onto the balcony; I laid her down on a lounge chair. I
lowered myself over the dick, facing away from Angelina. I began thrusting
myself up and down on her dick. I felt her sit up and press her body
against mine, as I thrust up and down. I felt her nipples on my back.

"God bitch," Angelina said. "Keep going, faster, harder."

I obeyed. But before I could speed up to the pace Angelina liked, she had
lifted me off the chair, pressed me against the balcony fence and thrust
deeply into me.

"Fuck!" I moaned.

Angelina grabbed me breasts to get a better handle on her thrusting. She
also started biting my shoulder.

"Goddamn," I moaned.

"You're so fucking good," Angelina responded. "I can't believe I waited so
long to do this again."

"I want to fuck you," I muttered between two long, loud moans.

Angelina pulled out. She took off the strap on and helped me put it on.

"I want to fuck you good," Angelina said.

I sat down on the chair and Angelina got on top of me. She wrapped her legs
around mine and began thrusting quickly up and down. Her voluptuous breasts
were bouncing up and down. I reached up and grabbed hold of them and
started sucking on them, giving each one the attention it disserved. Every
time my tongue caressed one of her nipples she moaned.

"I need to cum," Angelina said.

Not long after she said it, her back began to arch, pressing her breasts
into my face. Just before she came, I pulled out of her. I laid her down
and buried my face into her pussy, inciting the orgasm she'd been hoping
for. I sucked up as much of her juices as I could.

"Hot damn," she said, when I'd finished.  "You're getting better at that."

"You need to make me cum now," I said.

"And what if I don't?" Angelina said, with a euphoric smile.

"If you don't, I'll never speak to you again," I said.

"Yeah right," Angelina said.

She then leaped on top of me and began licking her way down to my
pussy. Her tongue found my clit and sucked hard on it. She shoved three
fingers deep into my pussy.

"Holy Shit," I said rigidly, my breath was becoming staggered.

Angelina pulled her fingers in and out of my pussy enthusiastically.

I tried not to moan too loud, since we were out on the balcony, I didn't
want anyone to disrupt Angelina. She was making it hard though, it was an
amazing feeling. She pushed another finger into me.

Oh fuck," I moaned. "God Angelina I'm going to fucking cum."

Angelina pulled away long enough to say, "Not yet."

I tried hard to resist Cumming right then.

"Fuck, Angelina baby, I can't," I whimpered. "I need to cum."

"If you cum, I'll never fuck you again," Angelina said dominantly.

I wasn't sure if she were bluffing, so I refused to give in to the
temptation of the flooding orgasm I knew was coming.

Angelina pulled her fingers out of me and moved down to shove her tongue
into my pussy. I could feel her experienced tongue diving deep into my
pussy.

"Fuck," I screamed. "I'm going to cum, now."

Angelina didn't stop me from Cumming so I just let go.

"Oh my fucking God," I moaned. I'm sure the people on the street below
heard me.

Angelina licked up all my juices. Then she crawled back up and wrapped her
arms around me.

The sliding glass door to the balcony next to mine opened. Ben and his wife
Monica came out.

"Just che- oh," Ben started. "Sorry to interrupt."

Angelina looked at him. "Were done, if you two want your turn on the
balcony, we can go inside."

Angelina and I got up off the lounge chair and went into my bedroom. Before
we laid down to go to sleep, Angelina invited me to a 40s themed party she
was going to next week.


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