by Naomi Penn
He opened the doors and led them inside a grand foyer and then up a set of curved stairs.
Shelly leaned toward Marvin on the stairs. “That was your one idiot moment, Marvin. You get no others. Do not embarrass me anymore.”
“I thought he wanted the keys. I’m sorry.” Marvin whispered.
“No more sorries. No more mess ups. You follow my lead from now on without question. Don’t mess this up for us. Understood?”
Marvin looked down and nodded. “Got it. Got it.”
They crossed a suspended balcony and then weaved back through a maze of hallways. If Marvin had to find his own way out again, he was sure that he would starve to death before he found the front door. They walked up another set of tiled stairs and then the man open a set of double doors at the end.
Marvin and Shelly stepped through before the doors swung quickly closed behind them just like the gates had. The library was large enough to be a grand archive or a museum. It had three levels with balconies circling the entire perimeter of the massive room. It had curved corners and bookshelves full of leather bound volumes along every wall on every level all the way around. Wooden stairs with ornate carvings climbed between levels. Thick rugs and velvet furniture decorated the tiled floor. A skylight as large as the room covered the length of the ceiling casting light down from above making the room feel like the center of a coliseum.
A man at a desk on the far end cleared his throat drawing their attention that way. His leather chair was like a throne. On both sides of the desk were massive globes carved from wood and several feet across as they tilted within their stands. The phallic nature of the design was not lost on Marvin. The man waved them forward to velvet chairs in front of the desk.
Marvin and Shelley obeyed.
Marvin recognized Ironhart right away. It had been years since he had appeared in film or interviews, but he looked rugged and strong instead of older. A hint of gray traveled back through his thick hair. His fleece shirt displayed the lines of his bulging biceps and broad chest. His jaw line was hard edged and made Marvin think of Roman emperors instead of actors and directors.
As he stood and extended his meaty hand, he showed himself to be tall and fit. He looked like he could lift the massive desk with one hand.
Marvin’s hand felt small and crushed inside Ironhart’s grip. As he released him, Marvin flexed his fingers to get feeling back. Ironhart took Shelly’s hand with a more tender touch and actually leaned forward to kiss her knuckles. Marvin saw color flush into her cheeks. He thought about the color of her nipple as it fell from her mouth and she came so hard in the dark on their bed.
Marvin sat down and started arranging the briefcase, laptop, and then a single notebook with a pen on his lap.
Shelly sat down in the chair next to him and crossed her legs. She actually pulled her blouse down in the front to show more cleavage instead of up to hide it. Marvin saw that Ironhart was looking as he sat down behind the desk. Maybe Shelly knew exactly what she was doing after all.
Marvin was going to speak, but remembered he had used up his one chance to be an idiot. He decided to let Shelly lead like she had said.
Ironhart’s eyes lighted on Marvin. Marvin stared back for a moment, but then felt compelled to look away. Ironhart spoke with a lilt of an English accent. It surprised Marvin a little as the man took on several different accents in the course of his career for different parts. Marvin caught a glimpse of his wife’s chest heaving at the sound of that accent as Ironhart spoke.
“You know all notes and materials along with everything said and done here is confidential and will be returned to me, if we do not decide to move forward together,” Ironhart said. “This was all detailed in the nondisclosure agreements you both signed and e-mailed back to my agent before this meeting. Those NDA’s being in order are the only reason this meeting is occurring at all. Is that all clear?”
Both Marvin and Shelly answered. “Yes, sir.”
Ironhart smiled and Marvin felt his own pulse race. He could hardly blame his wife for becoming a little flushed, if it was exciting him as well.
Ironhart said, “Good. Feel free to write down whatever details you wish today with those stipulations in mind. If I select you both, there will be many meetings like this to get down all the details you will need to chronicle my long and unusual life.”
“Oh, I would imagine so,” Shelly said.
Ironhart turned his attention on Shelly and it was like Marvin was not even in the room anymore. “Where should we begin?”
“Anywhere you want,” Shelly said. “Your career began as a body builder. We could start talking about that or we could speak about what you need from us to know that we are the team for your biography.”
Ironhart rubbed at his chin. “So much to consider. I have large publishing houses and name authors – ‘A-list’ writers – clamoring for this job. You should see some of the expensive gifts that have been showered on me to try to win me over in this process.”
“We can’t offer anything like that, I’m afraid,” Marvin said.
Ironhart’s eyes stayed upon Shelly. Marvin cut his eyes over and caught his wife’s glare again. He looked down at his notebook and wrote: Don’t be an idiot, Marvin.
She recovered quickly turning her attention back on Ironhart. “All we have to offer is ourselves, but I think you will find everything you require for your needs right here. You don’t need more expensive gifts. You want me … us, I mean.”
Ironhart tilted his heads. “Some of them are quite successful, but I dread the idea of spending day after day with them. I do not think I would fit well with them.”
Shelly nodded. “The right fit is very important. I think we could be your perfect fit to fulfill all your needs.”
“That is a bold statement,” Ironhart said. “Are you able to back that up with action and results?”
Shelly leaned forward and Ironhart’s eyes drifted down to her chest again. She dared. “Try us out and see for yourself.”
“You think we should begin this with my bodybuilding?” he asked.
Shelly looked him up and down. “Do you still workout as hard as you did in those early days of competition?”
“Judge for yourself.” Ironhall stood up.
Marvin started creating an outline on his paper prepared to get the details.
Ironhart pulled off his shirt and then pushed down his pants revealing rippling muscle all through his body. He wore a speedo style brief that left little to the imagination. Even without him being hard, he very much reminded Marvin of the monster cocks in Shelly’s videos. Ironhart turned posing and flexing as Shelly stared with her mouth open.
Marvin tapped his notebook with his pen. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to write about this.
“Impressive.” Shelly leaned forward and licked her lips.
Marvin was pretty sure she wasn’t talking about his muscles nor was she looking at his muscle definition either.
“So.” Ironhart stood with his fists on his hips as if to punctuate his manhood even more or maybe like he thought he was some sort of massive cocked superhero. “How should we proceed with questions?”
“Do we have the job?” Marvin asked.
Shelly closed her eyes and shook her head. Ironhart laughed, but did not look away from Shelly. “Is something bothering you, dear?”
Shelly sighed. She cut her eyes at Marvin, but then smiled back at Ironhart. “I’m here to earn your selection – not to clumsily beg for it like my husband seems to be doing.”
Ironhart laughed again. “Is he a good writer?”
“He is,” Shelly said. The rare compliment made Marvin feel warm inside. “We are great together.”
“Is he good in bed?” Ironhart asked.
Marvin clenched his teeth, but held his tongue this time. Shelly laughed and he felt small again. She said, “He does well enough with what he has.”
Ironhart nodded. “Do you dream of more? More of what a man like me could g
ive you?”
“A man like you?” Shelly shrugged. “I dream pretty big, Sir Ironhart.”
Ironhart threw his head back and laughed again. Marvin noticed that Ironhart was growing hard. His speedo wasn’t going to hold much longer as it was overstuffed before. Marvin looked over to see if Shelly noticed, but he saw her nipples were hard through her bra and shirt. Her legs were spread and her hands were sliding down between them.
Ironhart said, “What will you do to show me that you want … this?”
Shelly stood and Marvin’s eyes went wide. Shelly walked around the desk and looked small next to Ironhart. “I’m the kind of woman that takes hold of an opportunity and won’t let go.”
Ironhart sniffed. “Prove it.”
She reached out and grabbed the front of his speedo. As she stroked him, Marvin stared with his jaw hanging open. This was actually happening and no one was stopping it. Ironhart’s cock popped out of the top of his speedo and it was as massive as Marvin had feared. Shelly did not miss a beat as she took hold of his exposed cock.
Ironhart nodded as if nothing unusual was happening. “Can you do this and the interview too?”
Shelly leaned down and kissed the fat head of Ironhart’s cock. Marvin actually choked and coughed. Neither of them bothered to look in his direction. Shelly pulled down the underwear leaving the muscled man naked. His cock flopped down and slapped Shelly on the cheek. She laughed and kissed it again. She cupped his heavy balls and licked up two sides of his wide shaft before she spoke again.
“Marvin, make yourself useful. Take notes since I have my hands full.”
She took Ironhart’s cock into her mouth and her jaw popped as she opened it wide to accept his width. He moaned and gave a couple thrusts making the back of her throat click. She coughed, but did not pull off and kept sucking his cock.
Ironhart nodded. “This is the interview I’ve been waiting for.”
Marvin did not know what to do, so he held the pen over his notebook waiting for the first question as his wife sucked another man’s cock.
Shelly pulled off and started licking and kissing Ironhart’s balls.
Her voice came muffled with his balls and sack against her lips. “Marvin, you’ll need to ask the questions too since I’ll have my mouth full.”
Marvin swallowed as she took the monster cock back into her mouth. Ironhart took a hand full of her hair behind her head and held under her chin with his other hand as he started fucking Shelly’s throat. She relaxed and took it making the cock glistened as it thrust in and out of her mouth. Her throat bulged each time the head plunged deeper into her throat. Her eyes watered, but Marvin saw ecstasy on her face instead of pain and discomfort.
The swirl of jealousy and passion made his tiny cock twitch. He crossed his legs and cleared his throat. “Do you want me to leave or come back later?”
“Nonsense.” Ironhart bellowed as he kept his furious rhythm fucking Shelly’s hungry mouth. “I’m a busy man and we have a lot of work to do. Begin the interview like you were told, little man.”
Marvin swallowed with a click and thought about his wife’s throat clicking from the deep throat fucking she was taking. He felt a bitter taste on the back of his tongue.
Marvin’s voice cracked as he said, “Um … well, how did you make the transition from champion bodybuilder to … ugh, to actor?”
Ironhart’s balls slapped Shelly’s chin as he said, “It was all action movies at first. Lots of fantasy roles available then. I slowly showed I was able to carry stronger roles and eventually I wrote my own deeper scripts.”
Ironhart let go of Shelly’s head. He tore open the front of her blouse. He then did the same with her bra ripping open the hooks on the front. Shelly raked off the blouse and torn bra onto the floor exposing her tits as Ironhart used her mouth.
Marvin wrote out the answer and cleared his throat again. “Okay, you wrote some experimental sci fi scripts. Were those hard to sell to studios?”
“Good question,” Ironhart said.
He pulled his cock out of Shelly’s mouth and rested his slippery shaft on her chest between her tits. Shelly wrapped her tits around his cock as Ironhart shook her whole body fucking up between her tits. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck to support her as she leaned back to let Ironhart use her more.
“They wanted to pigeonhole me to meaningless work.” Ironhart explained as he fucked Shelly’s tits. Shelly pinched her nipples and moaned as she bent her head forward and let Ironhart’s impressive length pump in and out of her mouth as he cleared the top of her tits with each thrust. It took every ounce of Marvin’s concentration to remember to write as he watched his wife servicing the man’s cock. “I had to convince smaller studios to take on the work. Once I showed my work could make bank, they were beating down my doors to get to me.”
Ironhart pulled out of her tits and lifted Shelly up to her feet. He jerked her pants and panties down in one motion. Shelly giggled as she leaned her ass back on the desk to let Ironhart finish stripping her. She spread her legs for him and Ironhart dove in face first licking all over her pussy. She threw her head back and moaned as he continued to tongue her and she held the back of his head.
Marvin tapped his notepad with his pen as he waited.
Ironhart spoke muffled into Marvin’s wife’s wet pussy. “Next question, little man.”
Marvin cleared his throat and nodded. “Tell me about the transition to directing.”
Ironhart stood up and drove his cock deep into Shelly. She let out an echoing scream. “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me like he never could.”
Ironhart reached around and held her ass as he rammed into her rocking the entire desk. She braced her hands behind her and lifted her ass into the air into his hands to give Ironhart better access. He pulled her into his thrusts as he pounded Shelly’s pussy without mercy. She moaned with pleasure and did not ask for mercy.
Ironhart reached up and pulled at one of her nipples making her scream more. “It was easier than first becoming an actor and at the same time infinitely harder. I was going into a whole new world again. Ultimately, I just drove myself into the role and made it my own.”
Ironhart lifted her off the desk and Shelly wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid her up and down his cock in the air as he held her thighs working her like she was the lightest weight he had ever lifted.
“What was your most challenging role?” Marvin asked.
Ironhart set Shelly back down and bent her over the desk. He fed his cock into her from behind and rammed her shaking her tits and jiggling her ass as she stared at Marvin with a wide open mouth and half open eyes. Marvin had the distinct impression that she was laughing at him as Ironhart owned her body and took her pussy from behind.
Marvin wasn’t sure if they had heard the question. He decided to ask another. “Is there a project you still want to tackle?”
Shelly hiked up one leg on the desk and Ironhart drilled up into her rocking her entire body.
After a few moments, Marvin asked, “Why did you drop out of Hollywood for so long?”
Ironhart grabbed hold of Shelly’s shoulder as he fucked her and she turned her head to kiss his fingers.
Marvin felt his cock twitch and realized he was cumming in his pants even though he had only gotten half hard. He shook and was glad they weren’t looking at him.
Marvin moaned. “How is her pussy?”
Ironhart groaned. “It’s so tight and so wet. I’m going to cum.”
“Cum inside me,” Shelly said.
Ironhart grabbed Shelly’s tits and shook her as he thrust hard and the chords in his neck stood out. She screamed in surprise and pleasure. Marvin thought about the cum filling up his wife and wondered what a son with Ironhart’s genes would be like. He realized he was hoping she’d become pregnant by this man.
“Get on your knees.” Ironhart ordered.
Shelly obeyed sliding off his cock.
The last couple splurts hit her face and cheek. It
dripped down over her tits and down her stomach.
Shelly stood up slowly. His cum dripped off of her.
Shelly hobbled around the desk still coated in Ironhart’s come. “Get my things, Marvin. Hurry up.”
Marvin ran about getting her torn blouse and bra along with her rumpled pants. He stuffed them all under his arm and used the notebook to cover the stain on the front of his pants. He fumbled up the briefcase and laptop in the same hand.
Ironhart dropped naked into the leather throne behind the desk. “Come on, little man, help her. She just had the fucking of her life. The least you can do is support her.”
Marvin ran to his naked wife with Ironhart’s cum dripping out from between her legs. Marvin bowed his head and held her around her back against his side. His fingers just barely touched one of her naked tits and she didn’t even stop him. He could feel the sweat underneath it. He could smell Ironhart on her.
