The Play -Complete

I awoke to the smell of bacon and as I opened my eyes it took me a while to remember where I was. Then the previous night came back to me and I grinned to myself. Oh my god… I thought. Alan Rickman fucked me last night!



My vagina tingled at the memory of it and I let my hand wander between my legs, gently parting my moist lips and inserted a finger gently. I was wet, almost dripping with the memory of the night before and I ran my fingertips lazily over the top of my clit, a low moan escaping my mouth. I was interrupted by a small cough and looked towards the door.



‘I made breakfast…’ Alan looked at me; his eyebrow raised in amusement ‘when you’re ready, of course!’ I heard him laugh under his breath and closed my eyes. Damn it.



I climbed out of bed and threw on Alan’s robe, my nightwear had been discarded somewhere, I would find it later. I ran my fingers through my hair and knew I looked like I had been thoroughly shagged. I quite liked it and wandered into the kitchen where Alan had made bacon and eggs, toast and tea.



I sat down at the kitchen table opposite Alan, who poured me tea from the pot and smiled at me a little.



‘Sorry if I interrupted you… you looked like you were having fun, but the food was going cold.’ He smirked a little.



‘Ha ha….’ I poked my tongue out at him. ‘I was thinking about your dick, actually.’



Alan coughed and spurted tea everywhere as he choked. I smiled at him sweetly and began to eat.



‘Oh, you’re good!’ He laughed once he had composed himself.



‘I am very good… I think you may have noticed that already though…’ I smiled at him and unfastened the robe, allowing it to fall open and reveal my large breasts.



I continued to eat and lifted my mug of tea, allowing my free hand to move slowly up to my breasts. I gently caressed myself as Alan stared at me. He stopped eating and pushed his plate away slowly. I let my fingers slide over my erect nipples and tweaked them slightly, letting a small gasp escape my lips, closing my eyes a little. Alan’s jaw dropped open slightly and he adjusted his seat. I knew he had an erection and that what I was doing to myself was driving him wild. Letting my hand drop slowly, I pushed back the chair and spread my thighs a little, moving my hand to my pussy. I gently slid a finger in and started to rub myself slowly up and down.



It was too much for Alan. He stood up and I could see the huge bulge at the front of his trousers. He grabbed my hand away from my pussy and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me firmly, crushing my lips with his, slipping his tongue into my mouth before dragging me back into the bedroom.



We reached the bed and I grabbed for his trousers, unfastening them and pushing them over his firm buttocks as we kissed, our tongues thrusting in and out of each other’s mouths. I grabbed Alan’s dick in my hand and began to move the skin up and down quickly as I turned him around and pushed him to sit on the bed. I took off the robe and Alan took hold of my breasts, bringing them to his mouth, his tongue caressing and licking them in turn until they were wet and shiny. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. I opened my legs and sat over him, keeping my knees clamped around his thighs. I could feel his throbbing dick nudge at my entrance and moved my wet lips over him a little before sitting myself firmly onto his thick length.



‘Oh fuck!’ Alan moaned and I cried out with pleasure as I started to move myself up and down. Alan’s hands came around me to hold onto my buttocks and keep me from slipping off him as I continued to move myself up and down. I moved my hand to the front of my vagina and finding my clit, I began to masturbate myself as I pushed Alan’s cock into my wetness over and over again.



Alan took a nipple into his mouth and ran his thick wet tongue over me. I groaned and knew I was close to coming. I pushed Alan back until he was lying on the bed and tucked my feet either side of his thighs. He tipped his hips upwards to meet my movements.



‘I’m coming…’ I grunted and my head tipped back. I lifted my bottom a little higher and could feel Alan’s throbbing length as it slid in and out of me.



‘Oh God… Now, Alan!’ I cried and my orgasm hit me, sending a wave of pleasure through my whole body as he filled me up. My vagina tightened over his throbbing cock and he started to buck his hips upwards. He face contracted in ecstasy and he moaned deeply. I felt him go hard inside me and moved quickly as he came, holding onto my breasts, his eyes closed.



‘Oh fuck…’ Alan moaned, he dick starting to soften as I lay myself on top of him, breathing deeply. I rolled off and he turned to look at me, brushing my hair gently from my face.



‘We are so good together…’ I grinned at him.



Alan smiled a little. ‘We are certainly something, Carrie… ‘ He whispered. His eyes were mysterious and I couldn’t read them at all. ‘Come… we both need a shower. If we go together we can save water.’



I smiled at him and he sat up, pulling me with him towards the bathroom.



I stood under the hot water and lifted the shampoo as Alan took the rest of his clothes off, slipping in beside me. I washed my hair as Alan squirted a little shower gel onto a sponge, squeezing it to lather the foam. He looked at me, eyebrows raised in a question. I turned my back to rinse the shampoo from my hair and he started to stroke my shoulders with the sponge, allowing the thick lather to run down to my buttocks. Alan moved the sponge down my back but used his hand to caress the lather across my bottom, slipping in hand sideways between the crease and sliding his hands between my thighs, stroking the skin between my pubic mound and my thigh teasingly.



I turned to face him and he squeezed foamy lather over my breasts. Dropping the sponge, he rubbed the lather over me, his palms brushing softly over my nipples. I closed my eyes, he felt incredible. His mouth covered mine and he wrapped his arms around me, licking my tongue with his in a soft, sensual kiss. As he pulled away he smiled warmly at me and lifted the sponge, passing it to me.



‘My turn… if you don’t mind…’ He smiled at me.



I squeezed shower gel onto the sponge and pushed him round so I could wash his broad back. The lather dropped onto the top of his round buttocks and I pressed my breasts into his back as my palms massaged the lather around his bottom and between his legs a little. He moaned and turned to face me, our lips locking in a passionate kiss. I could feel his hardness pushing against my thigh and he tried to find my wet vagina with his cock. I pushed him away a little.



‘I haven’t finished yet!’ I stated, grinning and squeezed a handful of lather into my palm, using the same hand to cup his balls gently. Alan shuddered and I ran my hands along his shaft, massaging him until he started to buck against my movements. I knelt down to him and licked the top of his cock, running my tongue sensuously around the ridge.



‘Carrie… oh god, I’m going to…’



I cut Alan off by taking his thick shaft into my mouth as far as I could. A couple of thrusts and he came, spurting his orgasm into my mouth and I swallowed it gratefully. He tasted nice and I used my tongue to clean him fully before I stood, smiling at him.



He didn’t look at me at first, his eyes were closed. He pulled away, leaning against the tiles of the shower.



‘Are you OK?’ I asked him.



Alan opened his eyes and stared at me. ‘No one has ever done that to me before…’



His voice was flat, his eyes a little harder than before. I felt a knot in my stomach and realised I had perhaps gone too far with him.



‘Didn’t you like it?’ I asked him, trying to keep the anxiety from my voice.



Alan stood straight and opened the shower door, turning off the shower and passing me a towel. ‘Obviously I did like it. It was just…unexpected.’



He stepped out of the shower and walked into his room. I stared after him. He was making me feel cheap and I didn’t like it. I made my mind up and walked back into the bedroom.



I grabbed my clothes and dressed quickly. Taking a scrunchie from my bag, I tied my hair back and turned to look at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, fastening his shirt.



‘I’m off, then.’ I stated.



Alan turned to look at me. ‘Where are you going?’ He asked.



‘I think it’s better if I leave, Alan. We are different generations, you and I. What is acceptable to me is obviously not acceptable to you and I wont be made to feel like a tart, OK?’ I was angry now, my face flushed. ‘I really like you… I go out with guys a lot but that doesn’t mean they all get blown. I thought you were different. Special even. Seems I was wrong.’



I turned and walked out of the flat, slamming the door behind me and hailed a cab. I just wanted to get away as fast as possible and crawl under my duvet.





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As requested, a shower scene. Not going well for them now though is it....