Writer's Cock 

   "Mr.  Spinetti!" cried the young man breathlessly as he burst into his
office.  "You gotta help me, I'm totally blocked!"

   Mr.  Spinetti let out a sigh.  He'd been looking over bodyshots of
actresses to have audition for his next movie.  A "bodyshot" is a
fulllength photograph of the prospective starlet wearing a bikini (or
less). He thought of them as "appetisers".

   "David, please.  The movie's called 'Bikini Stewardesses 2'.  It's not
Shakespeare."

   David Rafkin was a nice Jewish kid from Pasadena who'd wanted to write
for the movies.  Keen, enthusiastic, and talented.  The trouble is, these
kids come out of some writing course at UCLA and find themselves working
for producers like Mr.  Spinetti, who really only want them to write crap.

   "It's the second act turning point," David explained, pushing his
glasses back up to the bridge of his nose.  "Where Kelly's scheme to save
Bikini Airways starts to go wrong..."

   "It's a titty movie.  Just re-write 'Bikini Stewardesses 1' but with
Kelly instead of Melissa as the main character." Mr.  Spinetti tried to
hide the irritation in his voice, but it wasn't easy.

   David looked a little shocked.  "I couldn't do that!  It would cheat the
viewer."

   Mr.  Spinetti let out a grunt as he pushed his ever so slightly
overweight body away from his desk.  David's writer's block was a situation
that needed to be sorted out as quickly as possible.  Hell, he could do
with a break anyway.  Drooling over endless pictures of semi-naked babes
could be pretty gruelling.

   A sly smile spread across the producer's face.

   "David, my boy, have you ever heard of a place called...  Casa del
Paradiso?"

   "What is that, a bar, a restaurant, a club...?"

   "I guess you could call it a health spa.  Out in the desert.  Very
private and very, very exclusive."

   "Uh.  Well.  That's really interesting to know, Mr.  Spinetti, but
there's still the problem..."

   "Pack your laptop my boy!  I think it's time we took a little trip
together, you and me.  We'll take your car..."

   "I drive a Honda."

   "...we'll take my car, drive out to Casa del Paradiso.  A short stay
there will certainly get your creative juices flowing."

   With that, Mr.  Spinetti swept out of his office with the hapless David
in tow.  Clutching his laptop, and looking more than a little like a Woody
Allen character, the young writer slipped into the passenger seat of Mr. 
Spinetti's BMW Roadster.  Soon they were zooming along the freeway, heading
out of LA.

   "There's someone I want you to meet, the star of our movie."

   David was aghast.  "The star?  You mean you've already cast the lead and
I haven't even finished the script?"

   Mr.  Spinetti let out a belly laugh.  "Real movie-making is a little
different to what they teach at UCLA!"

   After a trip lasting several hours, they pulled off the interstate and
drove down a narrow, dusty lane.  All David could see was a few cacti and
endless stretches of wasteland.  The lane ended in a locked gate that
looked nothing like the luxury resort David was expecting.  The BMW pulled
up and Mr.  Spinetti produced a key card.  After whizzing it through the
swipe-reader, the gate rumbled open.

   "Prepare yourself, Davey boy," grinned the producer.  "You won't find
anything like this in Pasadena!"

   As he looked around at the bare desert around him, David was not too
impressed.  "Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever."

   With a roar the BMW was through the gates, and David's jaw dropped as he
was suddenly transported to another world.  Where a moment ago he'd seen
only desert, now all around him was lush green gardens.  Fountains played,
sunlight catching the shimmering splashes of water as they danced in the
dry air.  Palm trees lined the driveway.  The fragrant aroma of orange
trees wafted on the cool breezes.

   They pulled up in front of a large Spanish-style villa, reclining lazily
in the hot sun.  As they got out of the Beamer, a cute red-jacketed valet
girl appeared to park the car.  With a smile she scooted into the driver's
seat, and David got his first shock of the day.

   "Is-is that girl wearing pants?" he asked.  Mr.  Spinetti laughed and
dragged him up the front steps.

   The reception looked like something out of a fancy hotel.  Potted palms
gave David the feeling of being in a tropical paradise, but not as much as
the beautiful black girl behind the desk.  The skimpy white bikini she was
wearing accentuated her ebony skin very nicely.  As Mr.  Spinetti and David
entered she greeted them with a cheery smile.

   "Good afternoon, Mr.  Spinetti!  It's good to see you again." She turned
to David.  "And who is your guest?"

   "Bianca, this is David Rafkin.  He's the writer on my latest project."

   Bianca arched her eyebrows.  "A writer in Casa del Paradiso?  Well, I
guess there's a first time for everything."

   But David didn't hear this subtle hint at the brutal truth that writers
were well down the Hollywood food chain.  His hungry gaze travelled down
from Bianca's face to her perky breasts straining against the tight
confines of her tiny bikini top.  He lingered on the sight of those
gorgeous tits before sliding down her smooth stomach, glistening enticingly
with oil.

   "Is Knickers available?" Mr.  Spinetti asked the dusky maiden.

   "She's by the pool, sir."

   "Thank-you my dear." Off they went again, Mr.  Spinetti dragging the
hapless writer behind him and he goggled at the sights around him.

   "She's gorgeous!" hissed David.

   "Bianca?  Yeah, she's a cute kid." Mr.  Spinetti had that sly smile
again, which David was quickly learning meant he was in for another big
surprise.  "But if you think she's hot, wait until you see the girl we're
really here to meet."

   The bottom-less valet girl, Bianca...  "What is this place?" gasped
David in disbelief.

   "Casa del Paradiso is a sort of an oasis for movie producers and
actresses.  A lot of business gets done here, sometimes it's the first part
of the casting process.  Marilyn Monroe and Cameron Diaz both owe their
careers to this place."

   They made their way through a marble archway into an open courtyard
surrounding a sparkling blue swimming pool.  Casa del Paradiso was
certainly quiet, the place seemed utterly deserted.

   Well, almost deserted.

   Reclining on a sun-lounger was the most attractive girl David had ever
seen.  Her beauty was enhanced all the more by the fact that, apart from a
pair of sunglasses, she was completely naked.  She had long, chestnut
coloured hair that billowed out around her head.  Her breasts were full
and, even though she was lying on her back, stood out proudly from her
chest.  Her nipples were pink and puckered, as if begging David to get down
on his hands and knees and suckle on them.  Her body was well toned, smooth
and evenly tanned all over.  Her muff was a neatly trimmed stripe of hair
that rode her mound like a furry caterpillar.

   As they approached, the girl waved to them, setting her tremendous boobs
jiggling.  "Hi, Mr.  Spinetti!"

   "David Rafkin, meet Nicola Baron."

   David's mouth was frozen in the open position.  She stood up from the
sunlounger and pushed the glasses back up onto her forehead.  Her baby-blue
eyes sparkling, Nicola said, "Hello David, it's a pleasure to meet you."
She had a deep, sexy Australian accent.  Even in her bare feet, the starlet
stood a full-head higher than the diminutive writer, and as her cool,
smooth hand folded around his sweaty paw, David found himself staring at
those magnificent bare boobs.

   "David here is the writer on 'Bikini Stewardesses 2'," said Mr. 
Spinetti.

   "Oh, wow, that is soooo cool!" squealed Nicola in delight.  David only
half-heard her, his drooling gaze was still firmly plastered to Nicola's
heaving bosom.

   A smirk crossed her pretty lips.  "Enjoying the view?" she asked.

   David shook himself out of the daze, blushing profusely.  "I'm s-sorry,
I was..."

   Nicola burst out laughter.  "It's OK, here." She cupped her boobs,
pushing them forward for his inspection.  "I don't mind you having a good
look."

   And look he did.  Despite being 23, David's sex-life hadn't been
terribly exciting up to this point.  He certainly hadn't been invited to
ogle a gorgeous, naked gentile chick before.

   "I hope you're writing plenty of sexy scene for me to show these off,"
Nicola cooed.

   "Well, that's the problem," said Mr.  Spinetti.  "It seems David has a
little case of writer's block.  I was thinking that maybe you could help
him overcome it."

   "Sure!" she said in her perky Australian voice.  She slipped her arms
around David and sat him down in the sun-lounger.  Before David knew what
was going on, the nude starlet was kneeling between his legs and undoing
his pants.  Mr.  Spinetti grinned.  "I'll leave you to it," he said and
made his exit.

   "W-what are you doing?" asked a wideeyed David as Nicola finished
tugging his trousers down to his ankles and started on his shorts.

   "Just helping you to relax.  That's what Casa del Paradiso is all about,
relaxing." A moment later, his cock, hot and red with desire, popped into
the dry desert air.

   "Ooooh," said Nicola, licking her lips.  She wrapped her elegant,
wellmanicured hands around David's throbbing dick.  "Circumcised.  I just
loooove a nice shiny helmet."

   Things were moving way too fast for David to take them all in.  Nicola's
tongue flicked out, slithering across the sensitive tip of his penis,
causing him to shiver in utter pleasure.

   "We can't do this right here!" he cried.  But Nicola apparently didn't
hear him.  With a gulp his manhood disappeared between her eager lips,
brushing deliciously against her pearly-white teeth.

   David convulsed in pleasure as Nicola's velvet-smooth mouth went to work
on him.  Sliding up and down his cock, Nicola eagerly fucked her face on
the writer's cock, bringing the young Jewish man to undreamt-of heights of
pleasure.

   Suddenly, as Nicola continued to suckle on his dick, David heard the
distinctive tapping of high-heels approaching.  Alarmed, he looked up to
see Bianca wending her way around the pool, carrying a tray upon which say
a brightly coloured cocktail.

   "Mr.  Spinetti thought you might care for a Pena Colada." She bent over,
offering him the refreshment and a damn good look at her tits at the same
time.  She seemed totally unfazed by the fact that there was a gorgeous
brunette between his legs giving him a blowjob, almost as if that sort of
thing went on all the time at Casa del Paradiso (which, David belated
realised, was probably the case).

   Realising he was thirsty, David reached for the drink.  Bianca moved
behind him and gently began to massage his shoulders.

   "You'll enjoy this, " she murmured in his ear.  "Knickers gives really
great head."

   Nicola paused, disengaging her lips from David's dick.  "Oh, stop it,"
she playfully admonished the black stunner.

   Bianca picked up David's laptop.  "Perhaps we should go up to one of the
rooms?  A lot more comfortable up there."

   David just nodded dumbly.  He yanked up his shorts (struggling to get
the waistband over his rampant cock) and Nicola took him by the hand.  With
the two gorgeous girls hanging off his arms, the young writer allowed
himself to be led through the courtyards and paths of the secluded Casa del
Paradiso.

   But he had little interest in the gardens, the fountains, the Spanish
colonial architecture.  All he was aware of was the gentle touch of their
hands on her arms, the musky aroma of their perfume which suggested not so
much flowers or forests but dripping wet cunt.

   And on the short trip, David never saw another soul.  Even Mr.  Spinetti
seemed to have disappeared.  It was almost as if the whole resort was
deserted except for himself, Nicola and Bianca.

   "Here we are," said Bianca cheerfully, pushing open the door to a
bungalow marked '777'.  His tongue hanging out, David entered eagerly. 
Nicola flounced down on the bed, her naked body glistening with a slight
sheen of sweat.  She eyed him up hungrily, licking her ruby-red lips.  It
was a waterbed, and its undulating motions caused the Aussie starlet's bare
boobs to jiggle enticingly.

   Bianca put the laptop down on the dresser.  Cat-like, she stretched her
lithe, near-naked body, posing for David's delectation.

   "David, honey," purred the dusky maiden, "can you be a dear and help me
off with my bikini?"

   "Sure!" he cried, trying to sound nonchalant, but his horny desperation
was pretty obvious.  His shaking hands fiddled with the knots on Bianca's
bikini top, but despite his fumblings it came away easily (probably because
it had been tied to facilitate such easy access to the hostess's assets).

   The skimpy white strip of cloth fell away, revealing Bianca's tits in
all their glory.  Her nipples were dark little nubs of chocolate, standing
to attention.  David drooled at the sight.

   Bianca wiggled her ass at him.  "Bottoms next, please."

   Again, his hands fiddled at the knots.  Bianca's bikini bottoms resisted
his feverish attack for a few seconds, before it too fell apart.  She let
it slide, unwanted, down her shapely legs before kicking it into a corner
of the room.

   With a smile, Bianca turned, letting David get a good, long look at her
nude body, which he'd been seeing tantalising glimpses so far.  He feasted
his eyes upon the wellgroomed strip of soft hair that framed her jet-black
pussy lips.  His cock was practically struggling to free itself from his
pants.

   Giggling, Nicola saw the difficulty David was having.  Once again, she
went to work and in a trice his pants were off again, and this time for
good.  He shucked off his shirt as well, and with a whoop, threw himself on
the bed next to the Aussie starlet.

   David let his hands do the talking, wandering freely over Nicola's
wriggling body.  First on the menu were those fabulous, mouth-watering
tits. David groped Nicola's tits, squeezing them like a pair of ripe
melons. Nicola certainly enjoyed the attention lavished upon her chesty
charms, cooing excitedly.

   Bianca joined them on the bed, and David found himself sandwiched
between two gorgeous, naked babes, the pair of them slithering against his
body.  The black girl's delicate hands wrapped around his cock, pumping him
with firm strokes.  David let out a groan of sheer delight.  He lay back,
enjoying the amazing sensations coursing through his body.

   Two heads, one black the other brunette, converged on David's crotch and
the girls set about giving him a double helping of head.  Nicola's velvety
tongue slurped across his quivering shaft, while Bianca contented herself
to sucking on his balls.  Whenever their mouths met, their tongues would,
battling it out on the battlefield of David's dick.

   The writer smiled to himself as he looked down at the pair of eager
beavers.  They were making out now, kissing enthusiastically, while David's
prick bounced between Nicola's chin and Bianca's cheek.  The sight of the
two girls sucking on each other's tongues was sure a sight to behold.  They
were working themselves up into a frenzy, moaning in ecstasy, tongues
lashing out at anything in licking range.  Nicola's hand joined the melee,
jerking off David's twitching dick.

   David's mind began to work.  Somewhere in the back of his brain, while
the rest of him was enjoying the blowjob, gears where turning.

   Nicola's mouth engulfed his prick, slurping down his length with a
wonderfully obscene sucking noise.  Her soft blue eyes looked up at him
with utter desire.

   David felt an orgasm building deep inside his balls, an orgasm the likes
of which he'd never had before.

   Nicola's mouth pistoned up and down his dick with increasing speed. 
With every delicious stroke, David's hips bucked in response, and he was
literally fucking the starlet's pretty face.

   Suddenly, inspiration struck him.

   "Eureka!" David cried, startling the girls.

   A moment later he came, spurting cum into Nicola's mouth.  She swallowed
two mouthfuls of David's spunk before disengaging her lips from his cock.
But David wasn't finished, his spasming dick squirted in all directions,
splashing liberally over the bed, the ceiling, but most of all the faces of
Nicola and Bianca.

   Spent, he collapsed backwards.

   "My laptop!" he gasped.  "Quickly!"

   **********

   Mr.  Spinetti finished up his bourbon.  It had been over an hour, plenty
of time for Knickers to work her magic.

   "Same again, Mr.  S?" asked the buxom topless serving wench.  She leant
forward on her elbows, her massive jugs brushing against the top of the
bar.

   "Sorry Muffy," he replied.  "Back to the salt mines."

   Muffy shrugged her shoulders, bouncing her hefty boobs in the process.
Mr.  Spinetti paused as he stood up, enjoying the exquisite view. 
Sometimes he was amazed that no matter how many naked starlets he saw, he
never got tired of looking at a fine rack like Muffy's.

   Mr.  Spinetti made his way through the marble halls of Casa del
Paradiso. He passed through reception, just in time to see Bianca return to
her post.  She was just tying her bikini bottoms back on, and Mr.  Spinetti
caught a glimpse of her jet-black muff as it disappeared behind the
miniscule thong.

   "How's it going?" he asked.

   "Knickers is just finishing up with him now," Bianca replied.  "I think
it's safe to say that there is one very happy writer in room 777."

   Mr.  Spinetti gave a satisfied smile.  With a spring in his step he
wended his way out through the fragrant gardens of the exclusive resort,
out to bungalow 777, entering without knocking first.

   It was quite a sight that greeted him.  Nicola was lying on the bed, the
gorgeous model sprawled on her back like she was posing for a Playboy
spread.  Of course, she was still naked and languidly helping herself to a
bunch of grapes.

   Between her splayed legs was David, his laptop balanced atop Nicola's
well-toned stomach.  The writer was sitting at his improvised writing desk,
typing away furiously.

   "Well?" Mr.  Spinetti asked.

   "Crisis averted," Nicola replied up at him upside-down.

   "I had a brainwave," David explained breathlessly, his fingers flying.
"In Act 2, Nicola has to stop the FAA inspector from finding out that she
repaired the sabotage to the plane with her own bikini top."

   Mr.  Spinetti nodded.  It was essentially the same plot as 'Bikini
Stewardesses 1'.

   "Now I had this idea- what if the FAA inspector is a woman?  And Nicola
seduces her before she can spot the violation?"

   Not exactly a stroke of genius, thought Mr.  Spinetti, but it got David
back to work.

   "And so we have this super-hot lesbian fuck fest in the cargo hold of
the plane!" David added excitedly.  Then he stopped, frowned.

   "Uh, Nicola, you don't have a problem playing out a sex scene with
another woman, do you?"

   The starlet shrugged.  "Just as long as she's hot."

   "Oh, she'll be hot alright," said Mr.  Spinetti.  Hmm...  Nicola and
Bianca made a pretty good team.  He wondered if the stunning black beauty
was interested in an acting job?

   "Well, thanks Knickers," Mr.  Spinetti beamed.  "You deserve a little
bonus for this."

   "No worries, mate," Nicola replied.  "You know me, I'm always ready to
help out with writer's cock."

   Mr.  Spinetti raised an eyebrow.  Startled, David stopped typing.

   "Opps," Nicola giggled.  "I mean writer's block."