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Playboy Mansion [1/1]	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 2794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He recognized her immediately.

She was standing in the corner, scantily dressed, panties and a sheer top, but he would have known that lithe body anywhere.

Her strong, firm legs, the large, plump breasts, braless and teasing him through that sheer blouse.

And her ass. Oh, that tight ass that he loved so much.

She was disguised, and it was a good disguise alright, but nothing got past him.

Not when it came to her.

She was standing alone, separating herself from all the other play girls who were surrounding him by the droves, flirting and teasing him.

But he couldn’t quit watching her.

Like a cat on the prey, he pushed his way past Randy, Ryan, and the multitudes of girls who were vying for his attention.

“Come here often?” he greeted her from behind, his warm breath brushing her ear as his hands rested lightly on her hips.

“I live here, silly!” she lied, giggling, knowing she had been caught.

She hadn’t meant to get caught.

She’d only intended to come and watch him, to observe him. What he did here, who he talked to.

So she disguised herself.

It was a relatively easy process, really.

She had friends who lived in the mansion. They were happy to oblige, offering her a blonde wig, fake eyelashes, colored contacts, go-go boots, the works.

She used body makeup, to cover up her naturally mocha colored skin.

She’d even worn the bunny ears.

And she was sure she wouldn’t be caught.

Hugh himself didn’t even notice she wasn’t a regular.

But Simon had recognized her immediately.

Damn him.

“You see that bathroom over there?” Simon asked, pointing to his right.

“Yes.”

“Meet me there. Ten minutes.”

And then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd.

She glanced around the room, nervously, self consciously.

But no one seemed to notice.

Quietly, she made her way to the bar, passing the time until it was time to meet him.

Fifteen minutes later, she made her way to the restroom.

He was already inside, arms crossed, leaning against the sink.

“You’re late.”

“You’re impatient.”

“You’re right,” he said as he pushed her against the door and locked it, lust dancing in his brown eyes.

His lips captured hers, and he kissed her with such a force, it surprised them both. His tongue pressed against her lips, begging for entrance to which she happily obliged.

His hands were on the cool, bare skin of her stomach, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her flesh, causing goosebumps to cover her body.

He kissed her roughly, thoroughly, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Tasting her like it was the first time.

She groaned in appreciation, opening her mouth wider for him, her tongue meeting his thrust for thrust.

His hands were already under her see through blouse, rolling and tweaking the nipples into hard peaks beneath his fingers.

She groaned.

God the things that man could do with his hands.

“Like that, do you?” he growled into her ear, pinching her nipples harder.

Already unable to form her words, she moaned appreciatively, her head falling back against the door as his mouth made his way to her neck.

She clutched his arms as he latched on to her neck, sinking his teeth into her sensitive flesh.

Her panties were becoming wetter by the moment, the thin material drenched, the fluid seeping its way down her inner thigh.

Her legs weakened and he picked her up in a fluid motion, moving her to the vanity, where she spread her legs, making room for him between them.

With that he attacked her with his mouth again, lips caressing and massaging, the kiss gaining urgency by the second.

His hand quickly made its way down to her mound, and he delighted in the wetness he found there.

“Wet for me, huh?” he asked smugly.

“Since the moment you walked in the door,” she responded, meeting his gaze.

Wrapping his hands around her slender thighs, he pulled her down so that she was lying on the cool marble. He pulled her panties off her slender hips and tossed them aside, as she spread her legs and laid them over his shoulders, giving him a perfect, eye level view of her dripping pussy.

Her arousal smelled delicious to him, and he practically salivated with anticipation of tasting her.

With that he buried his face in her mound, sucking and licking up her dripping juices.

She groaned, reaching down tolace her hands through his thick, raven hair, pulling him in closer to her desire.

“You taste delicious, darling,” he said, right before he latched onto her clit, causing her hips to buck off the counter, as she screamed out with surprise and pleasure.

“Oh God,” she moaned, as his tongue circled the throbbing bud, massaging it with his tongue.

He grinned at her devilishly before continuing his ministrations.

Moving down, he thrusted his tongue inside of her once, before removing it and moving towards her clit, sucking on it momentarily before moving back down to her core, in a regimen that nearly drove her to the brink of insanity.

Her head was spinning, her breathing labored.

She’d had many partners, many of which had performed oral on her.

But never like this.

Never this intense.

Never this good.

Her eyes fell shut as he fucked her with his tongue.

She clutched the edge of the cold, marble counter as she began to lose her sense of bearing. Her climax was building, and if he kept doing what he was doing, she was sure to explode any minute.

Just before she was sure she was going to burst, he stopped, admiring her in full arousal state.

He absolutely loved the way she looked when she was hot and ready for him.

It was time.

He stood up, stripping himself of his t-shirt and jeans, his large, painful erection standing at attention.

She spread her legs as wide as her flexible body would allow, preparing herself for him.

Wasting no time, he guided his cock to her dripping opening, sinking in slowly, hypnotized by the gasps of pleasure she made as he entered her.

Once he completely filled her, he began moving within her, his thrusts slow and deep.

She rolled her hips in time with his, matching his slow, rhythmic motion.

After a few moments he picked up the pace, pulling out and slamming into her again and again, quicker and harder.

She moaned louder as he moved her legs so they were over his shoulders once again, his hands in a fist under the small of her back.

The new position allowed him to move even deeper inside her, and he took the opportunity to do so, their motions becoming frenzied as they picked up speed.

Each time he slammed into her.

Harder.

Faster.

She screamed as the pleasure began coursing through her body, rolling waves of heat.

Her climax was coming.

Harder and harder he pulled out and entered her again, and she was sure her insides were going to burst.

With one last thrust, he slammed into her, bumping her cervix and pushing her over the edge.

She climaxed with more pleasure than she had ever felt, incoherent screams rolling past her parted lips.

But he wasn’t done with her yet.

He continued to press his rock hard cock inside her hot center, his own orgasm building quicker than he was ready for.

She watched him with wide eyes as he continued to pound into her, harder and harder, his endurance running out, and she squeezed her eyes shut, abounded with pleasure as she felt another orgasm building inside of her.

Their motions were becoming frenzied by the second as their animalistic instincts took over.

Now I know what they mean by fucking like bunnies, Simon thought to himself as he admired the faux bunny ears still on her head.

She clutched his biceps, digging her nails into his flesh as her heart pounded, her next orgasm only seconds away.

As he thrust, the bunny ears and blonde wig slowly fell off her head, exposing her full head of dark, auburn hair, and he reached up, running his hands through the silky strands of which he was much more familiar.

Her eyes met his, and they smiled between thrusts as he leaned down to kiss her again, his mouth melting against hers as their tongues imitated their intimate thrusting motions, kissing in the same rhyhe she slammed in to her.

Suddenly he felt his balls tighten, and with one a mangled cry, he squirted his hot seed inside of her, long and hard as she, too, convulsed around him, her vaginal walls tightening.

Another wave of ecstasy rolling over her as she climaxed again, this time even better than the first, and she screamed louder, letting him know.

With that he collapsed into her, and her legs fell off his shoulders, hanging off the counter limply as they both panted.

They were both sweat drenched, and they took several moments to regain their composure before dressing, which they did slowly, despite the extended amount of time they had been in the bathroom.

“Looks like I should come here more often,” he said after they had cleaned up and fixed their disheveled appearances.

“Looks like we both should,” she replied.

He grabbed his smokes and cell phone and unlocked the bathroom door, preparing to leave.

Before he opened the door, she grabbed him again, giving him one last thorough kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, tasting her, enjoying the delectable feel of her hot, velvet mouth on his.

With that the door swung open, and a chorus of hoots and cat calls rushed through the crowd.

There might have even been a camera flash or two.

They were caught.

With surprise, they both looked up.

Luckily she’d fixed her disguise, blonde wig securely back in place.

Sheepishly, they both made a quick exit, disappearing into the crowd separately, as quickly as they could.

Ryan spotted Simon immediately and bee lined his way over.

“Ah, Cowell,” he said. “You’re not wasting any time are you?”

“Nope.”

Ryan paused, pulling Simon to a corner and lowering his voice, before he spoke.

“It was Paula in there, wasn’t it?” Ryan asked, grinning knowingly.

Simon flashed him a cheeky smile.

“Come on Seacrest,” he said, “You know a gentleman never kisses and tells.”

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