Lucy Pinder and Rhian Sugden are the Starfuckers. Pt. 04

Note= This is total fiction and in no resembles any known event or meeting of those persons mentioned.

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Summer of 2010.

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At the same time Rhian Sugden was playing hostess with Casey Affleck, Lucy Pinder had been given the enviable task by Lady Sonia of tending to the needs and desires of American actor and producer, Richard Gere.

A world famous sex symbol of the seventies and voted sexiest man alive ten years previously, he had matured gracefully and had also become something of an urban legend. The man was successful, smart, driven, and single.

Lucy was one of those like minded younger women who found the older man rather alluring, and Gere was certainly easy on the eye. Now a distinguished grey with a few lines on his face, he had nonetheless kept his winning smile and come to bed eyes.

There was something to be had thought Lucy to what Rhian Sugden had said several times about Americans and weird sex, and the thought nagged at the back of Lucy's mind.

The rumour had it that Gere had once been admitted to hospital with a 'foreign' object lodged in his rectum, the said object being that of a gerbil, alive or dead, nobody quite knew.

A sick joke? or merely an odd way to get your rocks off?

Anyway, he was in London trying to broker backing from British business men for a planned Anglo-American vehicle for himself. He was in the city for just one weekend, alone, and had rented a sizeable office from Lady Sonia, who suggested Lucy to help out with things.

Her Ladyship had alerted Lucy to the fact that Gere liked busty females to provide secretarial duties as he worked, and that she should be hands on whenever he felt in the mood for easy sex.

Lady Sonia added that Gere was of the opinion that stress could be easily relieved by partaking in matters of a sexual nature. He swore by it apparently and so Lucy was left in no doubt what to expect.

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0n the Saturday morning Lucy made her way to an eerily quiet Canary Wharf for her noon appointment, and the doorman let her into the fifty storey high Tower at Number One Canada Square. The high rise building stood tall amid similar concrete and steel towers in what was rapidly becoming the new financial district of the Capital.

The usual hustle and bustle of office workers was absent on the weekend as the famed glamour model and well liked topless babe of The Sun newspaper's page three took the silent elevator to the fortieth floor where Richard Gere was expecting her.

Lucy looked business like, yet desirable, in a pin stripe jacket and matching mini skirt. The jacket has two front buttons which looked as if they may very well pop open as her massive boobs threatened to bust free. The skirt was made of a stretchy material that clung to the fantastic contours of her desirable bottom. And so short was it that it didn't quite cover the tops of her sheer black translucent stockings covered her slender pins. As a final touch she had on her feet she had a tall pair of black stiletto's. The effect was the perfect blend of professional and racy at the same time.

The hall was empty as expected, lit only by the sunlight that streamed through the windows. She knocked on the plain wooden door of the office and a soft voice from within told her to enter. The door opened in to a spacious office with a huge window looking out over the River Thames. There was Gere, jacket off and seated at a long desk in a crisp white shirt and red and gold necktie. He did not look up from the PC on his desk and he was visibly upset as he read some email on the screen. She stood straight backed and waited on his call.

Richard Gere! Star of 'Pretty Woman' and 'Officer and a Gentleman' right here, right now!

In the flesh, Lucy thought that Gere seemed strikingly handsome with his full head of grey hair. He finally looked up through an expensive pair of gold rimmed glasses and gestured to Lucy to sit opposite him.

"Miss Pinder?"

"Yes, Mister Gere."

"You're here for the opening, right?"

The way he emphasised the word opening suggested a whole new meaning as his eyes lingered on her deep cleavage. Well, it was pretty hard not to notice considering her choice of outfit.

"Yes, if you like. I can type, handle the phone, take letters."

"Fine. I need some assistance while I'm here in London. Apart from the usual, you will be required to perform other services in addition."

Services, that's a cute way of putting it.

"Fine." She answered demurely.

"It's going to be stressful. I don't handle stress all that well. I have two remedies that relieve me from my personal troubles. Meditation is one."

He paused for effect, closing his eyes as he swiveled in his plush black chair. Lucy remembered reading somewhere that the actor was a Buddhist.

"And the other is?"

"A good fuck. I want you to be readily available to give me a little, shall we say, diversion, when I need it."

Lucy caught him twice looking directly at her bosom under the front of her jacket which seemed to confirm that he was into tits.

"I might want to just grope you from time to time, makes me feel good. Give me a blowjob now and then, let me fuck your big tits, or just get right down to the nitty gritty. Understand?"

"Perfectly, Mister Gere."

"Good. I thought I could count on you. Let's get started. Do you have a notebook and pen?"

"Yes."

"Very well. Take this down, Miss Pinder."

"Yes?"

"Your skirt."

"My, what?"

"Skirt. Take off your skirt for me."

"Oh, right."

Lucy stood up and reached behind her back and unzipped her mini skirt and let it slip to her heels. She stepped out of it and Gere looked lecherously at her thigh high hold ups and lace red panties.

"Nice legs.

Gere leaned forwards for a closer look and nodded approvingly. He especially liked the way her thin underwear displayed that enticing pussy mound of hers in all it's glory. So thin were her panties in fact that the slit of her cunt was clearly visible. He had chosen well. Lucy was undeniably sexy with lustrous long hair, generous bosom, and alluring legs.

"That's nice too. Well done. I feel quite relaxed. Help me out of my pants."

"At once, Mister Gere."

The busty glamour model stepped around the other side of the desk on her high heels as he stood too. Lucy unbuckled his belt and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and yanked them down to his knees. He leaned on her shoulders, leering down her ample cleavage as he stepped out of his pants.

"That feels much better."

The phone rang and Gere folded his arms and nodded to the desk. Lucy sat in his seat and picked it up and answered.

"It's a Mister Phillips for you."

"Ask him for the latest figures."

Gere came behind Lucy and massaged her shoulders as she spoke.

"Can you get them? Yes, I'll hold."

Lucy closed her eyes as Gere's hands moved around her front and vanished down the inside of her pin stripe jacket. Her huge globes of flesh were caressed and kneaded from behind as tried to focus on the phone call. He thumbed her stiffening nipples and she clamped her thighs shut as the unmistakable tingle in her loins betrayed her true feelings.

"Any...any luck?" Gere rolled his index finger in a circle to let her know to continue. "Alright. Keep looking."

She could feel her body temperature rising as his hot breath blew on the nape of her neck. Her nipples could have cut glass as he pinched them hard. He had nice hands she thought and she was unable to hold back an appreciative moan.

"You have fantastic tits. I like a woman with an impressive rack."

"Thanks. Oh, Mister Phillips?" She asked, wondering if her voice could be heard down the line.

Lucy parted her legs then as the famed movie star removed his glasses and went under the desk and ran his hands along her stocking clad legs to that tantalising strip of bare thigh between the tops of her hold ups and her panties.

"Mister Phillips. Mm, hmm! You, you, you, you. Oh!"

Gere pressed his face to her hot snatch and kissed her pussy through her panties. Then he inhaled deeply and drew her underwear out with his teeth.

"Ahh, ohh, oh...dear."

Lucy squirmed on the seat as her panties were moved to one side and a pair of eager lips lapped at her shaven cunt.

"MMM!" She stuffed her fist into her mouth to stifle a loud moan of pleasure as she was probed by a hungry tongue and her inner thighs werr tickled and teased.

"Yes, I'm, mmm, still here, Mmmister Phillips. Please, Mister Gere needs the vital information, for, for, for, OOH FUCK!"

Gere had her legs out wide as he found her clitoris and was busy licking the tiny nub with rapid left to right swipes.

"Sorry, no not you. No, no, no. Yes! Yes! Yes! You have! Oh, wow! Oh, shit! Send us the attachment, please. Oh, please, please, right there!"

Lucy slammed the phone down and looked down beneath her to see the grinning grey haired actor dragging her panties clear off and behind to trace an anti clockwise circle around her sensitive clit. She rolled her hips and dragged her backside to and fro in her seat as fluttering pulses of delight washed over her.

"Mister Gere!"

He tongued her clit as he slid his middle finger inside her moistening pussy. Her breath came in fits and starts as she tilted her head back and welcomed the increasing excitement. Gere added a second finger which made Lucy groan even louder and her butt rocked up and down on the chair as she desperately tried to pull his digits in further.

"Oh, my!"

Gere curled his fingers up as he tried to find her g-spot. Her wetness flowed and wetted his fingers as he pressed hard on that elusive sensitive spot. Lucy grabbed onto the arms of the chair as he doubled his efforts. She was so wet down there now that he had no problem getting inside her knuckle deep.

"So close, so...close," she whimpered as Gere moved his fingers in time with his hot tongue. "Oh, fuck! Just like that, you're making me cum!"

Lucy's whole body tensed and a little gush of warm fluid washed over Richard Gere's tongue. With her eyes closed and her legs trembling she heard movement and saw Gere looking out of the window. "Nice start. How about a cup of hot tea?"

"Yes, Mister Gere."

He turned to watch her totter out in her heels and he focused on her bared behind which rolled seductively as she click clacked on the bare floor. The whisper of her translucent nylons as her thighs rubbed on each other made his dick stand to absolute attention.

Lucy went to the ante room and found an electric kettle, coffee maker, and tea bags. After ten minutes she returned to the main office, still naked below the waist, with his tea. Her orgasm had not abated and her muff was still hot from Gere's superb oral technique. Who would have thought he was terrific at eating pussy?

She saw him looking at the screen of his PC and shaking his head in obvious dismay.

"No, no, no. These are NOT the figures I wanted. Shit! Miss Pinder, take a letter."

"Yes, Sir."

Gere turned to her, a mischievous grin on his face. He pushed his chair back from his desk and Lucy saw that he had removed his underpants and was stroking his hard cock.

"And suck me off at the same time."

"Alright." She agreed readily despite the quite impressive erection that swayed from side to side in his lap.

Lucy went down on her knees and placed her yellow legal pad on his bared chest as she took his hard length in her mouth. She swept her mane of hair back over her shoulder as she wet his knob and began to bob on his shaft.

"Mister Phillips. I am most upset, no shocked, at the contemptable service you and your company have shown me."

Lucy reached up blindly and attempted to scribble notes on the pad as she sucked noisily on Gere's throbbing hose. He leaned back and steepled his fingers as he savoured the model's hot mouth sliding up and down on his hard spike.

"Where was I? So, Mister Phillips. I expect a concerted effort by yourself and your team to make amends. And do speed things up, Miss Pinder."

Lucy murmured as she pushed further down on him, taking in his rigid dick until he reached the back of her throat. Her left hand held the base of his cock while she wrote on the pad with a shaking right.

"I didn't fly all the way across the Atlantic for shoddy business. Oh, there you go."

Gere humped up and looked on with some amusement as his cock head poked out of Lucy's right cheek as he pushed into her mouth harder. Dribble coated her chin as she slobbered audibly on his stiff rod, still struggling to take his notes.

"You are capable of taking dick, Miss Pinder? Dictation, that is."

"Mm, hmm!"

"Read back what you have so far."

Lucy let his cock pop out and she took the opportunity to breathe in. She stood up and composed herself.

"Mister Phillips, I am."

The hot brunette smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

"That's it? Did I distract you?"

"A little, sorry." Little? He was as big as a fucking horse!

"Most disappointing, my dear. Tell me, what size are those outstanding tits of yours?"

"32GG."

"Perfect for a tit fuck. Let me see."

The proud model unbuttoned her jacket and let her full rack loose in all it's stunning glory.

"Now that's a pair of tits. Wow! Put them together for me.

Lucy did so and lowered her head to spit into her deep cleavage. Gere placed his hands on hers and together that enveloped his upright dick in the midst of her enormous boobs. He shoved up from his seated position until his cock head protruded at the top of her homemade valley of flesh.

"That is so fucking erotic."

Gere began to slide in and out of her disproportionately huge boobs, teasing her with a long drive up, and then a fast withdrawal. His iron hard rod became slick with saliva as he fucked Lucy's big wet tits. His eyes were rigidly fixed on the incredible image of his cock wrapped up on his throbbing shaft.

"I can't see my dick!" Laughed Gere as his lenghty cock pretty much vanished from view in her fleshy orbs until his bell end popped up like a submerged turtle head.

He frantically tit fucked her ocean of succulent flesh as they held each others gaze and panted in sync. Then the phone rang and Gere slipped out.

"Get that."

While Lucy spoke on the phone, Gere unbuttoned his shirt and stripped off completely. She hung up just as she was pulled to him. Now up close she was a little surprised at how short he really was. Her head snapped back as the ravenous celebrity took the tip of her large left breast into his mouth. He sucked and bit gently on the hard nipple while he caressed her right tit. He literally feasted on her ample flesh, kneading them, licking all around the massive globe and pushing them together and slobbering in the tight cleavage.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Oh, it was Lady Sonia, asking how things are going."

"A personal call? I won't have you making personal calls on my time. Now I'm getting stressed. Go over there."

Lucy walked to the front of the desk and she felt his eyes burn into her back as he ogled her tight heart shaped ass. She stood at the edge of the desk with her back to the smooth wood and planted her heels out wide, displaying her bald pussy for him with the puffy labia moist with desire.

"Play with yourself." He told her as he jerked his boner in front of her. "And describe your feelings."

Lucy wet her lips and started to pull her pussy lips apart. She inhaled deeply and played along.

"You like what you see, Mister Gere? This pussy all hot and wet for you?"

She put two fingers inside her damp quim and frigged herself, so quickly that the soft squishing of her fingers inside her could be easily heard. She made her voice sound as husky and sensual as she was able to as she thrust her bountiful breasts up and out.

"Gosh, it's so tight, so wet. Ever so slippery. I'm sure I could accommodate a VERY big cock if needed."

"Go on." Said he, totally captivated and horny as hell.

"I'm such a slut, I'm just desperate for a man to fuck me, right in here."

Lucy raised her bottom up from the desk so that her inner folds were clearly exhibited. She fingered herself faster and made sure that her swollen labia glistened from her juices.

"Feels so nice, ooh, nice. I'm just aching to be stuffed with a stiff cock, sliding in and out of my tight box."

"So, you want my cock buried inside of your slutty cunt, am I right?"

Gere stepped forwards and stood between her open thighs.

"Yes," she whispered as her pussy dripped down her left thigh to the top of her stocking.

He placed the angry looking tip of his knob at her entrance and slowly eased himself into her very slick tunnel of love.

"Ohhhhh!"

Lucy gripped the wood on the desk edge as she and he came nose to nose. Her cunt stretched to allow him in and her eyes remained glued to his hypnotising stare as he bottomed out. He paused to let the popular Sun newspaper page three girl relish the moment, the fullness of him inside her.

"You really are tight down there."

Lucy mumbled gibberish as the wonderful feeling of him inside her made her quite dizzy with delight. He began to move and his thighs pressed on her upturned bottom. As he picked up speed he grunted through his flared nostrils and Lucy was lifted up a bit from the desk. Thrilled at his prowess she watched his cock appearing and disappearing inside her bald cunt over and over again.

"Mister...Gere."

"Call me daddy."

The look on his face was priceless as he thrust up aggressively, deeper and deeper each time. Her genuine moans of bliss mixed with his groans of lust as he fucked her faster still.

"Oh, oh yes. Daddy!"

Lucy felt her pussy spasm non stop as Gere rotated his hips as he went up onto his toes. Then he growled, as if in pain, and pulled out of her leaving her pussy strangely empty and wanting. "Go to the window." He said as he wiped his brow.

Lucy started to walk and Gere pressed against her from behind and scooted her to the wide window that had a panoramic view of the famous London river. His erection was all pushy at the cleft of her firm ass cheeks when he quickly pulled her back onto him.

"Fucking hell!"

She felt him grasp her by the hips and roughly pull her back, impaling her on his full length at the same time he thrust up. Her hands were flat on the pane of glass as she looked out at the stunning view below. Gere put his hands to her trim waist and slammed in and out, so forcefully that his balls slapped at the back of her hard.

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me!"

At that moment Lucy had to do a double take as two men appeared directly outside the window. At the fortieth floor! She noted the flat platform and realised it was what high rise window cleaners used.

"Bloody hell!"

Separated by one pane of glass Lucy was face to face with two middle aged workers in shabby overalls and each with a cleaning tool. Their eyes were on stalks as they looked on in stunned surprise at Richard Gere fucking Lucy Pinder standing doggy style. Her tits mashed to the inch thick glass and she playfully licked the inside in a lewd fashion.

"Look, daddy, an audience!"

The two cleaners, unable to contain their excitement, and with no shame, dropped their pants and began to jerk off at the astonishing sight of Lucy's award winning boobs. She tossed her long hair back as she was soundly fucked and flicked out her tongue at the man outside.

"HAH!"

Richard Gere exploded and splattered Lucy's bare back with his cum. Outsider the two men jerked off until they sprayed the window with their jizz. Lucy stood tall, blew kisses to the men and then put her pursed lips to the inside of the window and pretended to lick the dripping cum with her extended tongue.

"Amazing."

Gere had returned to his desk just as he received a distressing email.

"No, no, no!"