Gilda clutched the autograph book against her tits, pressing it as tightly as she could so that what was inside wouldn't fall out prematurely. She waited until her heartbeat slowed down.
She was dressed as a young matron, looking like the sort of housewife in her twenties with a couple of small children at home – the kind of woman who made up the bulk of Robert Newman's legion of fans.
Finally, she knocked on the door. Robert Newman had a reputation of being a loner, and Gilda was counting on him answering the door himself, something which seemed likely since his whereabouts was supposed to be a secret.
Gilda's knock was followed by footsteps on the other side of the door. Then there was a click and the door opened, and Robert Newman himself was standing there.
"Room service?" he said, his famous blue eyes flashing.
Before she could speak Gilda had to overcome her astonishment over seeing him – not because he was a famous movie star, but because he was so short in real life, maybe five feet six when he'd always seemed over six feet tall in his films.
Finally she caught her breath, and before he could close the door when he realized it wasn't room service, she thrust the autograph book into the opening between the door and the jamb so he couldn't close it and said, "Could I have your autograph, Mr. Newman?"
He looked irritated now. He looked at the arm extended through the open door and saw that he was not going to be able to get rid of her by merely slamming the door. "All right, if I give you my autograph, will you leave?" She nodded her head and moved a little closer to the door so that her foot was pressing against the bottom of it.
Newman took the autograph book from her and asked, "You have a pen, a pencil?"
Gilda quickly extracted a pencil from her purse and handed it to him. He took it and opened the book to sign his name. However, when he did so, what had been pressed inside the pages fell out, fluttering to the floor.
"What's this?" he said, stooping over and picking up the pink, flimsy object. He held it up before his eyes and stretched it out with his fingers, gazing with surprise and obvious pleasure at a pair of sheer bikini panties.
"These yours?" he asked, a smile creasing his tanned face, revealing his famous dimples.
Gilda didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Things were going just as she and the other girls had hoped. She lifted the hem of her short skirt to her waist and watched as his eyes looked intently at what was underneath – her exposed, hairy cunt.
"You want to fuck? That's what you're trying to tell me, isn't it?" he said, his eyes remaining transfixed on the shimmering fleece of her pussy as he licked his lips.
They stood there silently for a moment as he continued to gaze at her bare cunt.
At first Gilda had some doubts if the plan was going to work, but then something happened which erased her doubt. She looked at the bulge that developed beneath his fly and knew that things were going to be all right.
"Well, uh, why don't you come in," Newman said in the voice that had seduced dozens of leading ladies and made millions of women in audiences all over the world swoon. "My manager's out, so there's no reason why we can't get to know each other."
Gilda dropped her hem and walked in, feeling her pussy lips squish between her legs as she entered the room. He closed the door behind her.
"The bedrooms right this way," he said, still smiling as he led her across the room. "But I want to let you in on one thing before we start."
"What's that, Mr. Newman?" Gilda murmured.
"I like to have my cock sucked… hard. And you've got to swallow my turn," he said as he placed his hand under her skirt and on the contour of her ass.
"Why, Mr. Newman," Gilda said in her best starry-eyed fashion, "there isn't a girl in the world who wouldn't be honored to swallow a load of Robert Newman's cum. Personally, I'd give my right arm just to taste it."
They entered the bedroom and Gilda expected him to immediately drag her down on the bed and start ravaging her cunt. But instead he broke free of her and flopped down on the bed by himself, undoing the clasp of his trousers and pulling out his prick, dangling his cock in front of her.
"Here it is, sweetie, the star's prick," he said, gazing reverently at it. "It's a beauty, isn't it? Now let's see what you can make it do."
Gilda was astonished, for despite the bulge she had seen in Newman's pants, his cock, even though erect, was quite small, probably about five inches. Jesus, she couldn't help thinking, the most famous sex symbol in the world only has a five-inch cock. If the fan magazines could only get hold of that.
Gilda moved toward the bed and leaned over Newman's pulsing loins, taking his cock and balls between her open hands and rubbing them lightly.
"You can do anything you want," he said as he writhed under her touch. "Just remember it has to end up with me shooting my cum in your mouth. Meanwhile, enjoy."
Gilda didn't know when the others were going to arrive and she was afraid that if she started sucking his cock he might come too soon. Then she would be whisked out of the hotel room before the action had a chance to start.
To stall, she held his throbbing prick upright with one hand and then flexed her knees and slowly lowered her crotch so that the tip of his cock just brushed against her cunt. She began swaying back and forth, just catching the head of his prick against the teasing hair and slick lips of her pussy.
Looking down between her legs, Gilda could see the veins standing out in his prick, and she could feel it throbbing in her grip; but it didn't get bigger. The idea that the world's number-one, box-office movie star would be a total flop if he had to appear in pornographic films amused her as she continued to manipulate and tease his prick. She actually laughed as she thought of a porno-movie director going into a frenzy when he found out about his star's cock size and frantically sent out the call for a stuntman to do the actual fucking.
"Why are you laughing?" Newman blurted out, lurching up from his supine position on the bed.
Realizing that if she told him the truth she might wind up missing a few teeth, Gilda lied, "It just came out of me, your cock feels so good against my pussy. I just couldn't keep how good it feels inside me, I guess."
"Yeah, it is a beauty."
It became clear to Gilda that the famous movie star was so much in the grip of his own image that he could not accept the true size of his prick and found it necessary to fantasize about its dimensions. It was obvious to Gilda now that the reason he insisted on being sucked off instead of fucking was that he was afraid she wouldn't be able to feel his prick inside her cunt and that it might slip out. By insisting on a blowjob he could maintain the fantasy that his cock was, as he kept insisting, "a beauty."
She resumed grazing her cunt with the head of his prick, passing his stiff cock between her thighs, when he said, "Come on, baby, it's time to earn your keep. I'm a busy man. Get down on your knees and start sucking cock."
Gilda had no choice but to do as she was told until the others arrived. She dropped to the floor and leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down at Newman's pulsating cock. She tried to figure out how she could stall as he arrogantly thrust his pelvis upward at her, his prick stabbing the air.
Gilda placed her hand around the stem of Newman's cock just under the groove where the shaft developed into the fiery red head. Then she placed her other hand near the root, holding his prick steady and fondling the loose skin between his cock and balls. She increased the pressure on the bottom, feeling the congestion in his balls pulsing against her hand.
She encircled her thumb and forefinger around the cockhead and began sliding up and down on his shaft, just tickling the flange of the head of his cock.
Newman stopped demanding that she suck him immediately and began rolling his ass on the bed, thrusting his cock upward in regular spasms as she slowly jacked him off.
Not wanting him to come too quickly, Gilda shifted her grip and took his prick in her open hands like she was rolling pastry.
Her action excited him as the head of his cock became increasingly engorged with blood, swelling outward until his cock seemed almost as big around as it was long. A drop of seminal fluid appeared on the spongy surface of the head and lazily began to slide down his glans, leaving a glistening trail as though a miniature snail had crawled across his cock.
Gilda caught the drop on her finger and slowly and teasingly rubbed it around the head of his prick, gently parting the sides of the tiny, angry-looking slash, exposing a glimpse of the scarlet tissue of his pisshole.
Newman was writhing under Gilda's ministrations to his cock and balls. He was on the verge of ejaculating.
"Suck it!" he demanded. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck it, baby. I want you to suck my balls inside out and swallow every drop of my cum."
Gilda had no choice. She gripped his shaft near his balls. She lowered her head and placed her lips over the head of his cock and compressed them slowly, her saliva foaming on his glans. His cock was so small that she could take the whole thing in her mouth and deep-throat it with no trouble. Her lips were soon pressed into his pubic hair while his prickhead rubbed against the roof of her mouth.
This was the way Newman preferred and almost always had sex. His movements as he writhed beneath her cocksucking mouth were so practiced and elaborate that it seemed apparent he had long ago given up straight fucking in order to concentrate on having his prick sucked.
Anxious to prolong the moment of ejaculation as long as possible, Gilda continued to tease him, using tricks she didn't even know she had at her command.
Over and over again she would take his prick all the way into her mouth, enveloping it with warm, foaming spit and contracting her throat round the swollen head. Then, when he was in the midst of excruciating pleasure, she would slide his cock out until only the head remained in her mouth and she could rub her tongue over the end of it and tease the cumslit, licking the tiny opening as though it were a miniature cunt.
When a drop of premature semen would ooze to the surface she would swallow his prick once more.
Gilda knew she couldn't go on like this much longer without him coming, realizing that he regarded her mouth as a convenient vessel to shoot his wad into. He would probably throw her out like a used scumbag after he came, possibly before the others had a chance to get into the room.
Gilda's fears were realized when he cried, "I'm getting ready to come! Suck me! Stick your finger up my ass!"
When Gilda looked at him with perplexed eyes, her mouth jammed with cock, he repeated himself.
Gilda continued the suction on his prick, and, as ordered, she slid her index finger between the cheeks of his ass and felt for his asshole. Inserting her finger into the tight orifice, she felt his sphincter muscles grasp solidly around her knuckle.
The throbbing and shuddering now racking Newman's groin told Gilda that he was going to come, and she prepared herself to receive the full brunt of his cum. Briefly she wondered if a man with a small prick ejaculated more or less semen than a man with a huge cock.
Then, as the head of his cock scraped the roof of her mouth with a final bullying thrust, Gilda looked up from Newman's sweaty groin to see where the noise by the window was coming from. She saw a dark figure that was unmistakably Kitty on the other side of the glass.
They were here at last, and the only question now was whether Newman would come in her mouth before the others were securely in the room. Gilda kept on sucking, resigning herself to accept a full load of sticky, acrid sperm.
But Kitty was an old hand at getting into places where she wasn't supposed to be. She got the window open and was inside the room.
"Spit it out," Kitty called to Gilda. "Don't let him come in your mouth!"
Newman looked around with a startled expression on his face, stammering, "What… what the hell…" However, his cock and balls were so engorged with hot blood, so stimulated by the maddening friction given them by Gilda's sucking and tongue-fucking, that they discharged their heavy load of hot, sticky cum.
Just as Gilda expelled his prick from her mouth, his pelvis shot upward and his cock twitched violently, shooting out a long jet of creamy sperm that lofted through the air past the end of the bed and splashed on the front of Gilda's blouse.
Gilda looked down and saw the thick semen sliding down the front of her and frantically tried to brush it off, the gooey slime sticking to her fingers. As she stepped forward to wipe it off with the bedspread, she looked up in time to see Kitty bound onto the bed and straddle Newman's chest so he couldn't move, the hem of her skirt flying up so that the crotch of her sheer panties was against his face.
Kitty grabbed Newman around the throat and began choking. Kimberly and Jennifer were through the open window now and in the room watching Kitty subdue Newman.
"Don't choke him so hard he blacks out," Kimberly said. "We want him to be awake for what we're going to do to him."
Jennifer was just standing there staring at the cock of the world's leading sex symbol, her mouth agape.
"Jesus Christ," she finally muttered, moving closer to get a better look. "Will you look at the size of that puny prick. God, my little brother had one that big when he was ten."
"Shhh," Gilda said, suddenly recovering her sense of humor now that her friends were with her.
"Don't say that too loud, he thinks his cock's a beauty. You'll hurt his feelings."
"Is that right, Mr. Movie Star?" Kitty said, thrusting her crotch into his face as she shouted in his ear.
Newman's movie-star tan faded to a white as he blanched. The smell from Kitty's pussy, spread in front of him and, shielded by only the flimsy panties, the odor filled his nose. In his confusion Newman thought he was being attacked by her cunt, and when Kitty choked him his addled brain imagined deliriously that her pussy was somehow throttling him as its odor suffocated him with its musky scent. "I think our Mr. Motherfucking Movie Star is ready to say uncle," Kitty said from her perch on top of him. "We better get busy or he's gonna faint on us."
"Impossible," Kimberly said sarcastically. "Why, in his last movie I saw him single handedly clean up an entire tribe of Indians without batting an eyelash. How could he be afraid of four sweet young things like us?"
"Maybe he's queer," Jennifer giggled.
"Maybe he's afraid of niggers," Kitty laughed.
"I think he can't take it now that we've all seen his pathetic-looking prick," Gilda said. "Maybe he's afraid we'll run and tell Rona Barrett."
"Well, maybe we can help him out," Kimberly said. "You know, maybe sort of rearrange things for him… down there."
"What are you getting at?" Gilda said. "What are you going to do to him?"
Kimberly reached into her handbag and extracted a flat metal object, the room light sparkling oil its spotless chrome surface. "This," she said triumphantly.
"This?" Gilda said, puzzled. "What do you mean? What's that thing in your hand?"
"A scalpel."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Castrate him, what else?"
Gilda was shocked into silence. She looked around at the others and searched their faces. They flashed smug smiles back at her.
"You just watch, honey," Kimberly said to Gilda. "You've already done the dirty work, now you get to enjoy the fun."
Gilda backed off all the way to the wall where she braced herself against the plaster. She watched Kitty tighten her grip on the sniveling superstar as Jennifer walked toward the end of the bed and grabbed his ankles.
Kimberly walked majestically toward Newman, lazily flicking the scalpel through the air like a magic wand. Standing over Newman, she contemplate the V of his splayed legs, gazing down at his prick, now covered with cum. She cupped the cock with her free hand, holding it up by its shriveled head at a right angle from his shrunken balls.
Newman tried to flinch, to shy away, but he was too well contained by Kitty from above and Jennifer at his ankles.
"I want your prick to be stiff when I lop your balls off," Kimberly said, squeezing his flaccid prick. "I want you to remember the last erection you're ever going to have."
Kimberly leaned over and took the tiny cock in her mouth and began sucking, engulfing its small dimensions with warm saliva, teasing it with her tongue. Newman was so terrified that even her sucking didn't get his cock up, and Kimberly had to resort to extreme measures. She placed her fingers between his balls and asshole and started pushing and rubbing his prostate gland, forcing his dick into erection as she vigorously massaged his five-inch cock.
Newman lay in agony, trying with all his will power to avoid having an erection, but feeling his cock uncontrollably growing as Kimberly continued to massage his prostate and manipulate the shaft and head of his prick with her lips and educated tongue. Finally, her sucking and rubbing conquered his prick, and his cock stood straight out from his loins, twitching and glistening from Kimberly's saliva.
Kimberly cupped his balls in her hand, lifting them from his groin so that the brownish skin and few scraggly hairs on their underside were visible. As his cock continued to throb, she deftly touched his balls with the scalpel, and in the twinkling of an eye sliced into the loose skin attaching Newman's balls to the root of his prick. The cutting edge of the scalpel slid through the last fold of skin like a butcher knife going through warm butter.
Newman tried to scream in pain, but Kitty's pussy completely engulfed his mouth and all that could be heard was some muffled rumbling in his chest and squeaking in his throat. His erect prick twitched spasmodically in the air and then expelled the last load of sperm it would ever spurt, arcing a white glob of cum which landed on his upper leg.
Suddenly it was all over as Kimberly, Kitty and Jennifer left him to lie there alone on the bed, slipping into unconsciousness from pain as blood trickled and oozed from between his legs.
The last thing Gilda saw before she turned and left the room was a fly buzzing curiously over the glob of semen on Newman's leg, and then landing at the edge of the sticky pool and eating his lunch.