Celebrity Masseur: On Call

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Celebrity
Masseur: On Call

Kavan Ballard pretty much drifted through out his youth, especially school.

It’s not that he was stupid or lazy, nothing just grabbed his attention.

Even by the time he was a senior in high school, when every other kid at

least had some idea what they wanted to do with their life, Kavan was still

just coasting in neutral. Ultimately, after all of his friends moved off and

moved on, he realized just what a rut he was in; though he still had no clue

what to do with himself. On just another rainy Seattle morning flipping

through the newspaper he saw an add for a massage therapy school called

Ashmead College. After reading and a couple phone calls, for once he made a

major decision and commitment in his life. Kavan was going to become a

professional licensed massage therapist.

School went quickly enough and after getting a business license and a loan

together, Kavan had set up a small thriving practice outside of Seattle, not

far from where he went to high school. At first business was slow, just

family and friends, but soon word of mouth began to bring in clients from

the city. He was building a nice clientele and reputation for having quite a

set of hands. The money was good and allowed him to live comfortably.

Finally he found something to do with himself, and even more, he helped

others.

So on another contentful afternoon for Kavan it came to no surprise that he

got a call for an appointment or that it was the unknown voice of a new

client.

“Is this Ballard Massage Therapy and Relaxation?”

“Yes, I’m Kavan Ballard. Can I help you?” he replied cordially.

“My name’s Jacob Cox and I am the producer on a movie filming close by. We

have a mild emergency so to speak, and we need your services as soon as

possible.”

“I appreciate the interest Mr. Cox, but unfortunately I’m booked thoroughly

for the next two days,” he answered, glancing at his booking schedule.

“That’s a shame, a couple local extras highly recommended you by name,”

stated Jacob, trying to stroke Kavan’s ego.

“I’m flattered, but really the soonest I could be available is by Thursday

afternoon.”

“I’m prepared to pay you 350 dollars an hour.”

Kavan was struck silent for a moment. Even with his local success he’d

never even come close to this kind of payment. “Uh… heh, tell me where to

be!” he responded, completely beside himself.

Fully satisfied Jacob said, “Excellent! Well, we’ll need you to come out

here to the filming location. Is that a problem?”

“No not at all, I can bring out all the sufficient supplies. Are my

services for injury treatment or just leisure?”

“For leisure, we have an actress stressing over a stunt scene, and the

repeated takes are costing money.”

“That’s understandable. Where are you filming?”

After ironing out details Kavan loaded up his SUV and headed to the filming

location. It was out in the woods, about a half-hour drive. Pulling onto a

dirt road, he could see a crane and an antenna peeking over the tree tops,

and down the road some plain buildings behind a chain link fence. Being held

for a moment by security, Kavan pulled onto the lot and in front of a small

white building, the production office. Jacob walked up as Kavan stepped

outside to the warm sun.

Shaking Kavan’s hand, Jacob welcomed him to the lot. “Thanks again for

coming out. We cleared you a room inside. Can I give you a hand?” Kavan

grabbed his massage table and cloths while Jacob grabbed a bag filled with

various bottles of lotions and oils. After getting to a room towards the

back of the building and setting down their loads, Jacob handed a piece of

paper over to Kavan.

“What’s this?” inquired Kavan.

Jacob explained, “It’s a confidentiality order. By signing it you agree not

to divulge any information about the movie, production, or cast. No

photography or recording, etcetera. Basically just keep quiet about

everything you hear and see here.”

“All right that’s no problem,” the masseur acknowledged, nodding in

agreement. He signed the paper and went about setting up his portable

massage table. Jacob was quizzically looking at some of the lotions. “It’ll

only take me a few minutes to set up in here, would you mind going and

getting whomever I’m working with?”

After staring at the unusual ingredients Jacob sat the bottle down. “Sure,

I can have her here in a couple minutes. Take as long as you or Jennifer

needs. Afterwards, tell her to get back to the set though.”

“Sure, I can handle that.” With those words Jacob left, closing the door

behind him. ‘Jennifer?’, Kavan pondered, ‘Could it be Jennifer Garner?

Perhaps filming a movie version of Alias? The deserted location and

explosive labels coincide with big time stunts. Well I’ll find out soon

enough,’ he conceded.

After setting up a lotion heater, the smalltime masseur placed some candles

around the room and lit them as he went; a part of his total relaxation

experience. He heard the door open and turned around to greet his client. In

front of him in simple jeans and a tee shirt, her smile framed by shoulder

length dark hair, was Jennifer Love Hewitt. Taken aback somewhat, he stood

in quite surprise until she extended her hand and said hello. He took it and

smiled, replying with a simple “Hi”.

Jennifer opened the conversation, “So you’re here to give me a massage? I’m

sorry Jake drug you all the way out here, I really didn’t want this. Uh, not

that I don’t think it’d be good, just-”

Kavan cut her off before she dug herself farther into personal

embarrassment. “Hey it’s okay, he’s paying nicely, so really it’s no

trouble. I’m Kavan.”

“Kavan, that’s a unique name.”

“Yeah, it Irish, meaning ‘handsome’,” Kavan explained.

“Handsome, huh? Bit of a gamble naming a kid like that. Well it fits,” she

said, a hint of flirtatiousness in her tone.

Kavan blushed at this and decided to change the course of the conversation,

though he would’ve loved to sit and flirt with this gorgeous young actress.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You sounded like you didn’t.”

“Well yes and no. I mean, I’ve fumbled a couple of very expensive takes.

I’m just really tired and sore from this. I’m playing like a female version

of James Bond. They want to start up a whole franchise; it’s a lot of

pressure.”

With a look of surprise, he replied, “That’s quite a change from slasher

flicks and comedies you’ve done. I can only imagine how stressful it is.”

Exasperatedly, she sighed “Tell me about it.”

“Yet you don’t want a massage?”

Starting to look uncomfortable with the subject, Love responded, “Well,

it’s a touchy subject, so to speak. I just feel awkward with a stranger

touching and rubbing me, ya know?”

Comfortingly Kavan said, “Okay, I see. I’ve dealt with that a couple times.

Don’t worry, I take things slow and make things very comfortable. If you

want to stop, just say so.”

Jennifer smiled at the reassuring words. “Thanks, I do really like the

candles.”

“It’s part of a whole scheme I do, I try to do more than just simple

massages.” Glancing around, Kavan noticed he had missed something. “I’m

going to run back out to my car, I forgot my stereo. Why don’t you slip out

of your clothes and hop under the sheet on the table. I’ll be back in a few

minutes, and we’ll get started, okay?”

“Sounds great!” she responded, forcing it to sound energetic. Feeling good

about the situation, Kavan headed back out to his SUV. Suddenly he realized,

he just suggested Jennifer Love Hewitt get naked. He smiled to himself as he

had a slight twinge from an idea. Could he sneak back and catch a peak? No,

that could veritably be suicide. If he got caught he’d probably be sued

beyond reason, everything he’d worked to build would be shattered, and he’d

end up right back in the rut he used to call home. Kavan suppressed the idea

as he opened the trunk to his vehicle and grabbed the portable stereo. He

took his time heading back to his setup, making sure that Ms. Hewitt had all

the time she needed. Finally he reached the door and gave it three sharp

knocks.

“Come on in!” he could hear Jennifer call through the door. Kavan kept his

eyes away just in case for some reason she hadn’t covered up. There was a

plug right by the wall, and he started up the stereo, its soft quiet music

filling the room. He then flipped off the lights letting the candle’s

glimmer dance across the walls and ceiling. At last he turned around to find

Jennifer lying comfortably on the fleece-covered table. A large cotton sheet

was draped over her as she lay belly down, only her feet poking out at one

end and her shoulders and head out the other. Walking up next to her, he

remarked at the wonderful upward curve her butt made in the sheet, and then

slipping down to the small of her back, finishing out sloping up to her

smooth tanned back.

“Comfortable?”

Jennifer nodded her head, resting comfortably on a foam cushioned pillow.

“I really love the fleece lining; it feels so soft and warm on my skin.”

“Wonderful. I’m going to start with working your feet. I’m going to use an

oil that blends wild mint, peppermint oil, chamomile, aloe vera, and tea

tree oil. It’ll feel cool, but will leave your feet soft and minty fresh.”

Love giggled at that last comment, making her feet sound more like a breath

mint. Her giggles were cut short by a sharp gasp as Kavan’s hands first met

her feet, starting to rub the oil over her heels. As his fingers worked

their way down the arches, the smell of the fragrant oil reached her nose.

She breathed deep its crisp smell and let her eyes slip shut as she finally

settled into this pampering. Attentively Kavan worked the oil over her feet,

rubbing and stroking every inch from heel to in between each of her long

toes. Seeing that Ms. Hewitt had given to his ministration, Kavan decided to

move on. After wiping his hands, he grabbed a couple bottles of oil out of

the warmer and returned to the sexy starlet’s side. Kavan methodically

folded back the sheet, revealing her sylphlike legs. He admired every inch

of velvety skin that came into view; he simply couldn’t wait to get his

hands on these long silky legs. After rolling the sheet back to just a few

inches below the rise of her bum, Kavan grabbed one of the oil bottles and

squirted a bit into his right hand. “This is mix is mainly Emu oil, it’ll

release tension in your joints and muscles. You’ll feel like you’re walking

on air afterwards.” With this introduction, at long last Kavan set his hands

upon those gorgeous legs. As light acoustic guitar music wafted through the

air, Kavan set his hands just above her ankles, feeling the warmth of her

lustrous satiny skin. Slowly he worked his hands up her calves, applying

only light pressure at first. He stopped at the back of her knees and pulled

his hands back, scooping up stray oil. His hands then found their way up to

her thighs, still only lightly working her well toned muscles. He lightly

traced his fingers back down to her ankles, drawing out a wonderful long

sigh from Jennifer. Yielding to her reception, Kavan began to work her legs

more rigorously now, intending to really get the blood flowing through those

wonderful muscles.

The blood however was starting to flow to other places. Love could feel

herself starting to blush across her face and chest as she got more and more

into the massage. Her legs were so stiff from the constant running around on

set, and she could feel the stress draining out of her. Quickly though it

was becoming more, and that’s what she hated so much about these situations.

She was beginning to blush elsewhere. After about fifteen minutes of

thoroughly kneading and caressing every inch of Jennifer’s long legs, Love

had become completely lost in the masseur’s skillful hands. Kavan reached

for another bottle of oil. It was all too soon for Love though.

“I think you’re going to like this a lot; it’s a blend I made myself. Its

fragrance is very floral, and it works wonders on tired muscles. Let me just

roll this sheet back.” Just as before, Kavan folded the sheet back exposing

more and more of Jennifer’s slender back and waist until he reached the top

of her hips. His heart accelerated, like the first time a girl had undressed

in front of him. He eyed every inch of her back, becoming more capricious

with every second. The sides of her ample breasts pushed out against the

fleece table; leaving his head swimming with thoughts that this gorgeous

young actress was completely nude before him, save for the well folded sheet

lying across her taut firm butt. Kavan put a generous helping of the

fragrant oil into his hand and quickly spread it over the span of her

shoulders and back. Her silken hair was pushed away, giving the masseur

access to her swanlike neck. His hands found their way up her smooth slender

neck and he gently pushed into the tender flesh with his fingers in a

rhythmic pulsating motion. Yet another moan slipped from Jennifer’s lips

from this treatment and Kavan relished in it. He kept up this motion down

the tops of her shoulders and over the top of her back.

Trying to distract herself a bit, Love inquired, “You mind a little small

talk?”

Kavan really wanted to keep concentrating on her body, but agreed. “Sure,

um, is your family out here?”

“Yeah, both my brother and my mom. She almost always travels with me. My

brother was pretty worried about the stunts so he wanted to be out here.”

“Ever the big brother huh?”

Love kept her eyes closed and relaxed while Kavan’s strong hands worked

down to the small of her back. “Yeah, it’s really sweet, but kind of

annoying too.”

“Hey isn’t your brother a chiropractor?”

“Yes, for a while now, and he isn’t too bad.”

A bit confused, Kavan asked, “Well, wouldn’t you rather have him do this,

if you seem uncomfortable with strangers?”

“Oh no, it’d be even worse for…,” Love cut herself off, but too late.

Kavan’s skilled fingers slowed their pace at this unusual statement. “You’d

be even more uncomfortable? He’s your brother.”

“I really hoped I could avoid this. Please don’t let this bother you,

but…” Kavan kept working, though slower, now up on her shoulders. “I find

touching very… erogenous.”

Kavan’s eyes widened a bit at this revelation. He only could mutter “Oh” as

a response. “We’ll stop if you-”

Jennifer cut Kavan off quickly, “No that’s okay. Please, I do actually need

this; my back has been unbelievably painful this week.”

Having no intention on running out on this situation, Kavan asked Love one

last time to make sure she was untroubled continuing. Getting the same

response, he grabbed a bit more oil and went back to his delightful

assignment. Taking her right wrist in one hand, he started to rub and oil

her slender arm with the other. After that rather awkward conversation, he

needed to get her back into a peaceful relaxed state of mind. He gently

rubbed up and down her arm and paid special attention to her delicate hand

and fingers. He gently pulled and stretched her arm as he massaged her,

loosening and relaxing her arm and shoulder. Love quickly returned to that

place where the world drifted away and all there was were Kavan’s

more-than-capable hands on her libidinous skin.

Finally satisfied with his work, he unhurriedly laid her arm back by her

side and moved to her other side, repeating the process. At length Jennifer

slipped back into abandon under Kavan’s hands. Eagerly he returned to her

back with a bit more oil and started working out the various knots

throughout Jennifer’s back; and there were many. Kavan’s eyes moved all over

her; the gentle ribbing of her spine, the smooth curve of her shoulder

blades, to the tit-flesh pouring out the sides of her thin torso. He took

his time and made sure every knot and bump in her delightful back was

completely worked through, and Jennifer was enthralled with it. She knew

what she was getting herself into, but she didn’t quite realize how good

Kavan would be, nor how much she was in need of a great massage.

Kavan hit a tight spot right near her neck and it fired Love off. “Oh God

right there,” she moaned as Kavan’s fingers dug into the muscle, a mix of

pleasure and pain in her voice. “Jeez that’s good. Go a little lower

please.” Kavan obliged her and worked his hands a few inches down her back

in a slow, circular motion. He could feel her breathing increasing both in

speed and in depth. Kavan tried to really not think of it, but this sexy

starlet was becoming fiercely aroused. “Mh… please just a little lower.”

Obediently Kavan’s hands drifted farther, now in the middle of her back, but

he just stared at her face. A contentful smile was on her lips, her eyes

were closed and cheeks blushed. Her expression one of aching glee. Her lips

parts and again she urged Kavan farther. “Oh a little farther down please.

My back hurts so much, and this feels so good.” Once more the masseur’s

hands danced down, now right in the small of her back. Only the towel held

him from going further, though that didn’t seem to bother Love. She had gone

beyond reason and was now was totally licentious. The temperature of her

skin was beyond the oil, it simply radiated heat that Kavan easily picked

up. The candles and floral oil created an intoxicating mix that invaded her

nose. All these combined into an assault on her senses that left Jennifer in

a complete state of wantonness.

“I still feel this throbbing somewhere; please go just a little lower.” Now

Kavan was put on the spot. This young celebrity pretty much insinuated him

to massage her ass. To him though, it was much more than that. She asked him

to cross from the professional to the sensual. Granted, the whole time

Jennifer couldn’t help but make it sensual, but there was still his own will

to keep that just to her end. Now he was asked to blatantly disregard that.

He could lose his license and the one thing really worthwhile in his life.

On the other hand, the most gorgeous woman ever to cross his path lay under

his hands writhing in appetition. Time lagged on.

Kavan’s thumbs inched under the hem of the sheet, crawling up the silken

flesh, edging the sheet away. Slowly his palms grazed over the thin strip of

light purple fabric that made the top of her thong; the last bit of clothing

clinging to the sexy brunette’s body. Up the rounds of her cheeks his hands

crawled, pushing aside the sheet and exposing more and more flesh to him.

Finally it all lay bundled on the top of Love’s thighs, her butt completely

in view of Kavan’s wide nervous eyes. For a moment his hands lay frozen in

the heat of her skin, unsure of what to do. Then agonizingly slow, he pushed

them back up her cushiony ass. “Yes that’s it, exactly like that,” murmured

Jennifer.

Kavan Ballard finally relaxed some, encouraged by this beauty’s words. His

heart didn’t slow by a beat though, and he clearly felt the stirrings of an

erection forming. He tossed off the sheet leaving Jennifer Love virtually

nude on the table. Grabbing more lotion, his hands quickly returned to her

firm backside, now massaging the wonderful flesh with more vigor and energy.

A bead of oil ran down the crack of her butt and Kavan slipped in a finger

to retrieve it. A guttural moan escaped from Love as the fingers probed the

cleavage of her ass, reaching down to the tiny bit of material hidden

between. This pushed Kavan on, now running his hands up and down inside her

crack, spreading oil over every inch of tender flesh. Jennifer continued to

become more and more impassioned, her breathing now very laborious and

verbal. She laid there and relished in Kavan’s physical worship of her ass.

The only thought Kavan could muster of was just how much longer could this

go on, and where was it going? Quickly the answer came to him.

Jennifer really began to squirm under her servant’s hands. No longer was

she simply receiving a massage, Kavan was pawing at her flesh. She could

tell he was enjoying himself. He certainly wasn’t uncomfortable with the

situation. A devilish smile slipped across her lips she rolled her

shoulders, flipping her whole body over. Kavan pulled his hands away,

startled by Love’s full-body motion. His eyes just about sprung out of their

sockets onto the scrumptious form under him. Propped up on her elbows, Love

couldn’t help but laugh at Kavan’s expression. Still in their place, the

young masseur’s eyes danced up and down the display of inexorable beauty.

Her stomach clinched with every giggle, the muscles showing under the taut

skin of her tummy. Her wonderful breasts bounced lightly with her vivacious

laughter, taunting Kavan’s eyes to dislodge. As her chuckles died down,

Jennifer subsequently spoke to the still gawking Kavan, “Please don’t stop

Mr. Ballard. I was really enjoying that.”

Something clicked in Kavan’s head and he belatedly relaxed and let go. This

lovely young lady wasn’t looking for relaxing muscle work anymore, and, for

a while, he was the only one who didn’t know it. He smiled at this epiphany

and lightly placed his hand on Love’s right kneecap, her legs still lustrous

from the massage oils. He grazed his fingers up her thigh, the tips just

brushing her smooth skin. Jennifer closed her eyes and let her head fall

back, enjoying this titillating stimulation. The nails of his oil-soaked

fingers dragged up over Jennifer’s hips, and up over her sleek belly,

tickling her lightly. Kavan took some time to trace shapes over her abs;

first a circle, then a figure eight, and then a heart. Love watched and

reveled in this agonizingly slow method, until finally with force and

urgency Kavan’s hand slid downward, sneaking under the horny starlet’s thong

underwear. Jennifer parted her legs slightly, yielding to his fingers. They

were greeted by a small, thin, trimmed patch of dark hair. Probing further

his fingers encompassed Love’s swollen vulva, welcomed by her wetness both

from her pussy and soaked panties. He restrained every urge to delve into

her, choosing only to let his fingers dance around the finely waxed outer

labia of this ravishing young girl.

“Oh Kavan don’t stop. Please… inside me please…” Jennifer moaned, a

slave of Kavan’s fingers. Every bone in his body ached to satisfy her

desire, but he would not, not just yet. Instead he used both hands and

unhurriedly eased the thong down her hips, off of her dripping vagina and

down her long willowy legs. The smell of her arousal now began to fill the

whole room, its spicy musky aroma drowning out the oils and candles. Love

sat up as Kavan moved to the head of the table behind her. She caught him

midway and gave his shirt a hard tug, untucking and ripping it open. Buttons

popping off to the floor, and the shirt fell to the sides of the obvious

protrusion in the youthful man’s slacks. She brushed her hand over his

smooth hairless chest and leaned back into him. Kavan’s hands found their

way to the outside of her arms and slowly moved up to her shoulders,

caressing her silky skin. Up her slender neck they explored, reaching her

mane of soft shiny dark hair.

Leaning into her, Kavan whispered, “Are you enjoying yourself, ma’am?”

Jennifer craned her head up to Kavan, lewdness strewn across her face. She

said nothing, though the look in her eyes spoke clearly enough. Urged on by

her eyes, Kavan leaned into her, his lips exploring the nape of her neck

while his hands crept around to the girl’s most famous feature, her supple

mounds of flesh; breasts that drove eager youthful movie-goers mad and

coming back for more. For a moment his hands just held them, taking in every

tactile sensation her flawless skin sent through his fingers. Jennifer

arched her back, forcing more of her chest into Kavan’s fervid palms. He

squeezed lightly in response, pushing out Love’s already hardened nipples.

Love cooed, writhing in euphoria in Kavan’s strong arms. Kavan continued

kneading and playing with her gorgeous rack, almost experimenting, finding

out just what really drove this nymphet wild. He concluded that her small

nipples were the key. He’d squeeze the tit-flesh down to the small pink

areola until finally her firm nipples were caught between Kavan’s thumb and

forefinger, pulled out as far as they would go, then snapping back to the

rest of her exquisite body. With every pinch Love moaned and sighed, her

labored breathing ringing loud in Kavan’s ear.

Jennifer’s body undulated between Kavan’s arms, her hair swishing over his

torso, lightly tickling him. His erection strained against the tightness of

his slacks, almost painfully. He completely ignored it however, his focus

completely on this beautiful maiden. He could see how much Love was turned

on, her face flushed with red, as well as her chest, and… her pussy. Kavan

almost forgot about it, his attention totally on Jennifer Love’s bountiful

globes. Kavan snaked a hand down to the burning mound between the starlet’s

long shapely stems. As before he did not dive right in, instead choosing to

tease and tantalize his subject. He rubbed his hand along the insides of her

thighs, inching close only to pull away at the last moment. At length he

gave into both Jennifer’s drive and his own by letting his fingers find

their way to her vulva, radiating heat. He gingerly rubbed her labia,

learning every crevice of her pussy. Love nuzzled her head into Kavan while

her pelvis pushed against his palm, urging him inside her.

Kavan Ballard still would not give in to her. He wasn’t sure where he

wanted to go with this, he just knew he wanted to maintain control, make it

as good as possible, for both him and Ms. Hewitt. Making another spontaneous

move, he let go of her breast and resumed his position at the side of the

table, never letting his other hand leave Love’s radiating box. Jennifer

laid back out over the table, making her heavy labored breathing more

noticeable. Kavan was once again mesmerized by this starlet’s gorgeous

mounds as they rose and fell with every respiration. He leaned down and

started to lightly lick the side of her right breast while he gave Jennifer

what she had been wanting for so long, penetration. A long heavy moan

escaped from her as a finger wriggled inside of her. Keeping with his theme,

Kavan slid only one finger into her, leisurely testing inside of her. His

mouth followed suit, working around the cleavage of her full breasts. Only

at long lasting delay did his lips finally wrap around her adamantine

nipples. Jennifer’s nubile body became a conflagration of ecstasy. She

licked her lips and shut her eyes tight as she relished in every sensation.

Even Kavan began to moan in joy, and she smiled at this. He really was

enjoying her. All thoughts quickly left her mind though at another finger

entered her. Kavan picked up the pace and began to pump his digits in and

out of her folds. Love finally felt it approaching, every breath coming with

more difficulty, muscles twitching and flexing out of control, her skin

burning with lust. Kavan’s tongue left her chest as he repositioned himself

once again. He lifted up her left leg as he leaned down over the bottom part

of the table, bringing his face just inches from Jennifer Love Hewitt’s

dripping crevice. Her sweet smell was almost overwhelming. Kavan withdrew

his fingers and sampled her juices, only to quickly slide them back into the

tasty starlet. He broke from his usual approach, taking Love completely by

surprise as his lips wrapped around her engorged clitoris.

Jennifer sharply arched her back as her eyes shot open. “Ooh God Kavan

yes!” she screamed. Her thighs began to clamp around Kavan’s head, and he

brought up his loose hand to her thigh to restrain her. Love was boiling

over and losing control. As Kavan’s tongue darted over her clit, similarly

her hands darted from mashing her firm tits, to running her soft fingers

through Kavan’s hair, to gripping the edge of the massage table. “I’m gonna

cum Kavan. Please, keep it up. Oh, harder please!” Jennifer urged. For once

the masseur obliged her, forcing his fingers as far as they could go.

Meanwhile, his lips encircled and sucked down on her nub with as much

pressure as possible. Love finally fell over the edge; her body fell into

one giant surge as the orgasm waved over her body. Her abs tightened,

forcing her head up as her hands gripped the sides of the table for support.

Through gritted teeth she yelled to Kavan, “Uhn yes! I’m cumming! Kavan,

yes! Yes!” She was locked in this position for the longest time while she

rode out the undulating waves of pleasure. Kavan never eased off her pussy,

pushing Love on more and more. Jennifer couldn’t sustain herself anymore and

fell back onto the table, gasping for every bit of air, her face beet-red.

Her mind completely gone, she never noticed Kavan stand up and unzip his

slacks, finally freeing his entrapped cock. He jumped out of his pants and

reach for Jennifer’s thighs. She was still lost in the levity of her orgasm,

and paid no attention as Kavan pulled her to the end of the table by her

thighs. With one hand Kavan braced her legs up just in front of him, and

with the other grabbed the base of his hard cock and aimed for her dewy

crevice. After working over this prime form of female perfection, he was

more than eager for some remission. As he tried to ease himself into her,

Kavan could feel the orgasm still racking her body. Her vaginal walls were

closed very tightly, making her very difficult to enter. Kavan was beyond

horny now, and this just got him even more pent up.

“Jenny honey,” Kavan spoke, trying to get her attention refocused. She

looked to him in response, a contentful smile on her face. “Babe you need to

relax some.”

“Mph, yes please fuck me,” Love murmured. Kavan was taken aback. Partly it

was just surprise that she still wanted to roll with him, but mostly it was

just hearing this normally fanciful, well-behaved girl was using such

language. He abided by her request resumed his entry into her moist folds.

Though she was still quite tight, she yielded to him. Laggardly he slid into

her, inch by inch, savoring every bit of her. She still squeezed around him,

but now like a welcoming hug from a good friend. Finally as his full length

filled her wholly Kavan picked up the rhythm, driving Jennifer right back up

toward her orgasmic peak. Her body softly rocked with each thrust, echoed by

her swaying breasts. The arousing little brunette let her legs drop and hug

Kavan’s sides as their two bodies fell into a groove. Kavan’s hands had gone

from instruments of pleasure to vices, holding steady Hewitt’s body as he

plowed into her. The hard packing sounds of their flesh slapping together

formed a perverse harmony with Love’s high-pitched cries. Kavan’s face was

frozen in a look of stern determination as he worked deep inside this nymph.

His subject had quite the opposite look, her pixie-like face animated with

joyous emotion; shifting from smiles to gritted teeth to that wonderful

moaning look. Her whimpers continued in a crescendo and her legs clinched

tighter around Kavan until she suddenly shot up and sent her hands to

Kavan’s pelvis, pushing him away from her drenched pussy. He pulled out and

stepped back, his stiff shaft glistening with the juices of the gorgeous

woman he was fucking. Love lied back down, gasping for breath, trying to

stave off her orgasm. She wanted to come, just not quite yet. She really

wanted this one to build.

Kavan looked her over once more, never getting tired of her stellar body.

After a couple moments of catching his own breath, he stepped back up to her

and grabbed her legs again. Now though he clasped them together and laid

them to his right, making Jennifer roll onto her side. Bent at the knees

almost in a fetal position, Love’s ass was pointed straight to Kavan now,

her slit peaking out, begging for his steely cock. He lined up and entered

her anew, feeling even tighter with her new position. Kavan leaned over as

he began to piston into her, his eye locked in hers. Quickly he resumed his

momentum, as did Jennifer with her verbalizations. The smell of their sex

wafted to their nostrils with every labored breath as this young male began

grunting with every thrust. It was he that was now dangerously close to

orgasm, his face assuming that painful contorted look as he held back as

much as he could. A new unfamiliar sound entered his ears over the moans of

him and his lover, and it captured his attention. The massage table began to

squeak incessantly. Not designed to take such abuse, he quickly began to

worry that he may just break it the way he was laying into Jennifer.

Reluctantly he withdrew himself and trailed back from Hewitt’s nubile body.

Love sat up, perspiration now beading on her body. “What’s wrong?!” she

asked with earnest.

Between gulps of air Kavan responded, “The table… it won’t take too much

more punishment.” Love laughed at the realization that their exuberant

fucking was about to tear apart Kavan’s work table. He stepped over to

counter where his massage oils were arrayed and motioned for Jennifer to

join him there. With unending vigor she hopped off the table and braced her

hands on the edge of the counter. Kavan stepped up behind her and bent

slightly at the knees to line up with her. Jennifer stood on her toes to

meet him, and eased back as Kavan penetrated her. Immediately he hammered

into her, desperate now for his orgasm. Her entire body shook with every

thrust, punctuated with a squeal from her lips. Her pert tits bounced in

unison until Kavan reached up and took each in his hands and squeezed. This

position proved too difficult to balance so Kavan grabbed Jennifer by her

elbows and pulled her back, her weight now completely supported by his

grasp. Her chest jutted out and her ass thrust back even farther onto

Kavan’s cock. Droplets of sweat dotted Kavan’s brow, every ounce of strength

he had being expended into this sexy starlet.

Punctuated with every hump, Jennifer cried out, “Oh… Kavan… don’t

stop… fucking me!” Kavan could feel her orgasm was eminent; her vaginal

muscles clutched his cock, refusing to let him go. He was right there with

her, absolutely ready to erupt inside of her.

“Cum for me Love, I need you to come for me now!” Kavan commanded.

Obediently her body began to spasm in waves of delirium. Jennifer screamed

in rhapsody and she struggled to keep herself standing. Kavan never let up

his sexual onslaught until finally he couldn’t give any more. He released

the young actress’ arms and she collapsed on the countertop. Unsheathing his

cock from Jennifer’s moist warm folds, Kavan immediately began pumping his

cock at her firm ass. Spurt after spurt of hot jism splattered over her

lower back and butt as Kavan roared almost triumphantly. For the longest

time they stayed that way, each letting their senses return as they

recuperated. Both were absolutely drained.

First to move was Jennifer; she reached back and massaged her cum-covered

ass. Laughing to herself, Love thought ‘Now this is a great massage oil.’

Kavan laughed as well at his own thoughts. ‘Here I am charged with getting

this girl relaxed and rested. Well, so much for that.’ Kavan grabbed a towel

and began to wipe the sweat, oil, and cum from Jennifer’s scrumptious body.

She turned around to meet him with a warm smile and sparkling brown eyes. “I

think I’m fired,” he joked, “I’m supposed to be alleviating sore muscles and

calming a fatigued mind, instead-”

“Instead,” Love interrupted,” you helped me burn off weeks of stress with

some outrageous sex. You did your job just fine, if not in an unorthodox

way. Mission accomplished.” Kavan smiled and kissed her soft lips. “Thank

you.”

Kavan shook his head. “Not in this situation, I should be thanking you.”

With extra emphasis, he said “Thank you.” Jennifer’s smile widened further

and she returned the kiss.

“I’d love to stay, but I really need to get back on set.” Hewitt began to

put her clothes back on. Kavan just sat back, still in the nude, and watched

her. All too soon she was dressed and heading out the door, but not before

turning around and waving goodbye, capped by blowing a kiss. And like that

she was gone and Kavan was left to himself. In no rush he dressed and

cleaned up. As he folded up the massage table, he noticed just how stressed

the front legs had been. Much more and he and Jennifer would’ve ended up in

an awkward pile on the floor. His vehicle loaded up and ready to go, Kavan

made his way off the lot, the sound of a stage explosion bidden him

farewell.

The next few days were right back to routine for Kavan. Four days after his

wild experience on set with Jennifer Love Hewitt, he received his check for

services rendered. Included was a small note from his client.

“Dear Kavan,

Thank you again for the massage. I wish you could’ve stayed for the shoot.

I nailed the first following shot, thanks to you. Jacob was absolutely

ecstatic. I don’t know if you’re interested, but I think you should move out

to LA and open up shop. I think you could be really successful out there.

Besides the “extras”, you’ve got wonderful hands. Give it some thought; hope

to see you in the future.

With Love, Jennifer Love Hewitt.”

Kavan folded up the note and filed the check away. He leaned back in his

chair in thought. Maybe…

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