A young intern gets to fuck LeAnn Rimes

I first came to work for LeAnn Rimes after the release
of “Blue” – her first album. For me, the assignment was
a welcome change; Having just been dumped by my fiancee,
my personal life was a shambles. As well, I had a hard
time getting over the suicide of a client – a promising
musician from Seattle who helped define what has come to
be known as “Grunge”. The way I figured it, babysitting
some fourteen-year-old country western singer would be a
piece of cake.

I was right. LeAnn was like a breath of fresh air; She
was pretty, friendly, outgoing, and an unpretentious
girl who hadn’t let her sudden celebrity status go to
her head – not like the other primadonnas out there who
believed their own publicity.

Even though LeAnn was technically my employer, I never
called her “Miss Rimes” – she wouldn’t stand for it.
Instead, she insisted from the beginning that I call her
LeAnn, and she always called me by my first name. Her
family was no different; Like I said, technically they
were my employers, and yet they treated me more as a
friend than as paid help. I mean, on my birthday they
had me over to their home for a barbecue, and then at
least once a month they’d invite me into their home for
a home-cooked meal. I admit, at first I was a little
uncomfortable with all this familiarity, but as time
went on I came to accept that this was just southern
hospitality.

Looking back, I’d have to say that things began to
change after Los Angeles:

LeAnn’s sudden climb to fame attracted the attention of
a movie producer in Hollywood, and when he approached
her about possibly acting in a movie of her own she
jumped at the chance. So LeAnn went to Los Angeles,
accompanied by her mother (who was a combination of
manager and chaperone) and I for her screen test. Of
course, with her natural country-girl beauty, her girl-
next-door charm and her wide-eyed innocence she was an
immediate hit with the producer. While the lawyers were
tabling and offer, he asked, would LeAnn like to attend
a party at his mansion, and meet other movie stars? Of
course she would!

The party was typical Hollywood fare, and both LeAnn and
her mother were more than a little dazzled by all the
celebrities they got to rub elbows with. Both of them
had a good time, and with all the security people on
duty even I was able to relax and let down my guard –
but only a little. I’ve spent my fair share of time with
celebrities, and I don’t dazzle easily.

The producer was the perfect host. He spent a lot of
time with LeAnn, what with being attentive to her needs
and personally introducing her to several movie stars.
But he was a predator, and smooth – so smooth that LeAnn
didn’t notice that he was steering her outside and away
from the crowd. And once he had her in an isolated part
of the mansion’s sprawling gardens, he tried to, ahem…
force his attentions on her.

He hadn’t counted on me, though. Despite my being
occupied, LeAnn was never out of sight for more than a
moment. When I noticed they were gone I started to look
for them, and when I caught up with them I found him
pinning her down on the ground and trying to hike up her
dress, all the while a very frightened LeAnn was trying
vainly to fight him off.

A cold rage came over me, and I was on him like a cat.
Maybe if I hadn’t been so friendly with LeAnn and her
family I wouldn’t have lost my temper, and I wouldn’t
have enjoyed knocking the greasy bastard across the
garden as much as I did. After I’d sent him sprawling I
did a stupid thing – I turned my back on him to check on
LeAnn, and the next thing I knew he had drawn a small
.380 automatic pistol.

I don’t remember taking two hits in the shoulder, or my
lunging at him and beating him senseless into the
ground, or even it taking five security people to pull
me off of him. I do remember waking up in a private
clinic with both LeAnn and her mother at my bedside
looking very worried.

Now, you’re probably asking yourself “Why haven’t I
heard about this?” Right? Well, remember that this
happened in Hollywood, and for every dirty little
scandal that makes it into the tabloids, there’s at
least a hundred others that are successfully swept under
the carpet by publicity people adept at damage control.
So this little incident was no exception.

The producer and his lawyers were anxious to avoid all
the bad publicity, so they offered LeAnn an apology and
$300,000 in exchange for her silence. She didn’t want
the money, and was ready to go public until the son-of-
a-bitch’s lawyers reminded her that her name would also
be smeared in the tabloids. Reluctantly, she took his
money, but wanted nothing more to do with Hollywood
after that (you probably know that eventually she did
make a TV movie with one of the major networks, but only
because it was produced by her parents).

As for me, I knew from experience just how vicious the
tabloids could be, and I had no wish to put LeAnn
through that. So I also accepted $100,000 in return for
my silence (I offered to give up the money in exchange
for five minutes alone with the producer in a locked
room, but regrettably my counter-offer was refused). I
didn’t need the money, but I only took it because after
losing $300,000, the extra $100,000 he had to give me
hurt him financially. I didn’t keep it though. It was
blood money, and blood money should be put to an
honorable use, so I opened a bank account in LeAnn’s
name. Fame could be fleeting, and fortune even more so,
and if LeAnn’s star ever fell, well, at least she’d have
a decent little nest egg to use for college.

My relationship with both LeAnn and her family became
deeper, more personal after that. Her family was so
grateful that they practically adopted me after the
incident, and in spite of my protests moved me into
their home for the duration of my recovery as they
nursed me back to health. As for LeAnn, she rarely left
my side, and while I was staying there I’d often wake up
in the middle of the night to find her sitting on the
chair next to my bed, watching me. But as time went on
and the bad memories faded she began to smile again, and
even flirtatiously referred to me as her knight in
shining armor. Had I been a vain man, I would’ve assumed
that she had a crush on me, but instead I chalked it up
to my involvement in her “rescue”. As well, I think she
was afraid I was going to leave – even though the
general public never found out about the incident in Los
Angeles, it was common knowledge among everyone who had
been at the party, and the first week back I received
over twenty-three job offers from celebrities who had
been there when it happened. What’s more, there were
times when LeAnn’s defenses would slip a little, and I’d
see a side of her that not even her parents ever saw;
That of a scared little girl pretending to have
confidence as she tried to move in an adult world. I
felt honored that she trusted me enough to expose this
vulnerability to me, and it only made me more fiercely
protective of her. I know, I should’ve maintained a more
professional perspective, but LeAnn and I got to be very
close.

*** CHAPTER 1 ***

It happened during a trip to Florida; The Disneyworld
concert had received a lot of advance publicity, and
somehow even the band’s travel itinerary ended up being
posted on the internet, so it was common knowledge as to
when the tour bus would arrive there. We were all
concerned about the security leak, but I came up with an
idea; Rather than scrap the whole thing and reschedule,
LeAnn, a chaperone and I would secretly drive down to
Florida three days early, and let the tour bus with the
rest of the band arrive when it was supposed to. This
way, not only would we avoid the crush of fans waiting
and keeping watch, but because the hectic pace of
touring was taking it’s toll on LeAnn she would get a
few days rest before the concert, and if I had any say
in the matter she’d get to see Disneyworld as well. Both
her parents liked that idea, but with one small change
in it – it would only be LeAnn and myself driving to
Florida; Her folks had never had a real honeymoon in all
the years they’d been married, so they were going to
have one now. And as far as they were concerned, having
me there with her was the same as having any other
member of the family with her – that’s how much they
trusted me.

LeAnn slept in the back seat of our rental car most of
the way down, and when we arrived in Florida it was
under cover of night. I found a motel that specialized
in cabins, and rented a two-bedroom cabin under an
assumed name. After carrying her tiny little sleeping
form into the cabin I gently laid her down on one of the
beds, removed her shoes and covered her with a blanket.
Then I called her parents to let them know we had
arrived safely, and where we could be reached until the
concert. After the long drive I was exhausted as well,
so I didn’t even bother to undress before crawling onto
my bed and falling asleep.

Next morning we each felt a lot better, and ready to do
some sight-seeing. I had come prepared with a makeup
kit, a few wigs and some dark sunglasses, and after a
half an hour LeAnn stood before me, a completely
different person. Now she could see Disneyworld without
being mobbed by hundreds of fans. The disguise worked
very well – nobody gave us a second glance, and free
from the worry of being recognized LeAnn relaxed and
actually enjoyed herself. They say it’s impossible to
see all of Disneyworld in just one day, but we came
close.

We had planned on staying for the fireworks, but LeAnn
was feeling a little tired so we decided to call it a
day. Back at the cabin we gorged ourselves on takeout
pizza, and I sat and listened with a smile as she
relived the day’s activities. Even though she was tired,
she still had this glow in her face, and an animated
spirit that I found beguiling. I guess I should’ve
recognized this as a warning sign; Up till now I had
never ever been alone with LeAnn – there had always been
her father, mother, or someone else around that kept me
from noticing, I mean REALLY noticing that she was a
beautiful young woman. And now here I was, less than an
arm’s reach from LeAnn, and a million miles away from
her parents – parents who had entrusted me with their
daughter’s safety, I reminded myself.

Finally, LeAnn announced that she was tired, and that
she was going to take a shower before bed. Being a
native New Yorker and not used to the Florida heat I had
planned on doing the same, but hey, ladies first, I
thought.

I stacked up the pillows at the head of my bed, and
tried to read while I was waiting. I heard her start the
shower, and when I heard the rhythm of the water change
I knew she was inside. I’ve got a pretty good
imagination, and again, because her parents weren’t
around I fleetingly pictured her naked in the shower,
and immediately felt a stirring between my legs,
reminding me that it had been a long time since I’d
enjoyed a woman’s company. Ashamed of myself, I
immediately pushed those thoughts out of my mind and
tried to concentrate on my reading.

Finally the shower stopped, and a few minutes later
LeAnn came over to my room, wearing a nightgown that
although was very conservative, still managed to cling
to her slightly damp body. She announced that she was
finished, and to say goodnight, and it was all I could
do to keep from staring at the way the nightgown hugged
every curve of her body. It was more for that reason
than LeAnn’s using up of all the hot water that I took a
cold shower that night.

When I was done in the shower I threw on a pair of sleep
pants (no shirt – as I said, it was too damned hot! And
I was too used to sleeping in the nude), checked all the
locks one last time, and looked in on LeAnn, who by now
was asleep and snoring softly. With everything secure I
turned off the lights, and because of the Florida heat
stayed on top of the covers and fell asleep.

*** CHAPTER 2 ***

It must’ve been an hour later that I woke up – outside
there were flashes of lightning, followed by loud
rumblings of thunder. Over the noises of the storm I
could hear bare feet hitting the floor next door in
LeAnn’s room, and softly padding towards my room. A
moment later she was standing by my bed.

“Are you awake?” She asked softly, almost hesitantly.

“Been awake for the last ten minutes,” I answered
reassuringly “what’s up?”

There was a long pause, then a deep breath “I’m scared
of the thunder.” She answered, then “Can I stay here
with you tonight?”

I was stunned by what I thought she was suggesting, but
then I realized from the tone of her voice that she
really was scared – and that it was only me projecting
some forbidden fantasy onto the situation. But before I
could answer there was another loud clap of thunder, and
LeAnn yelped in fear and climbed onto the bed next to
me, pushing me off the spot I had warmed up with my
body. Pulling my arm straight out to the side she
nestled in under it, her back pressed right up against
my side as she used my arm and shoulder as a pillow.
Then she sighed contentedly and fell asleep.

What I should’ve been thinking was that this was wrong,
and I should wake her up and send her back to her own
bed. Instead, all I could think of was how firm her
little ass was, pressed up against me. It didn’t take
very long for me to get another woody thinking of it,
but still, I was determined that it would go no further.
I was pretty sure that I wasn’t going to get very much
sleep, either.

Believe it or not, my hard-on subsided enough for me to
actually doze off, but sleep was short-lived; LeAnn was
a restless sleeper, and about an hour later she had
turned over, threw an arm over my chest, one leg over
mine, and nuzzled her face in my neck. I was raging hard
again, and I flinched at how close she had come to
touching my stiffy in her sleep.

I guess she must’ve felt me tense up, because she woke
up and looked at me dreamily with a questioning look on
her face. Then looking down she spotted my erection –
unmistakable even through my sleep pants – before I
could make a move to hide it.

I was sure I was a dead man. Any minute now she’s going
to run out of here screaming, and I’m going to get
fired, possibly arrested, and very likely killed when
her parents find out.

But none of that happened. She just stared at it, and
then giggled. Looking back up at me she asked “Did I do
that?”

I started to apologize profusely and tried to turn away,
hoping I could still salvage the situation – and my
dignity. LeAnn kept me pinned down, however, and
whispered “Let me see it – I won’t tell anyone! Please?”

I was already in enough trouble, and didn’t want to get
in any deeper “LeAnn,” I answered hoarsely “We shouldn’t
be doing this-”

By now LeAnn was slowly, lightly brushing her fingertips
on my stomach, just above the waistband of my pants. I’m
sure that she instinctively knew the effect it was
having on me. “Do you want me to stop?” There was a
mischievous glint in her eyes.

Maybe if some of the blood had been reaching my brain
instead of rushing below my waist I would’ve been able
to reason with her about why this was wrong, but instead
I was struck dumb. LeAnn took my silence to be approval,
and she slid her hand under my waistband and pulled my
pants down and off. In doing so her hand brushed up
against my naked prick, causing it to jump. This made
her giggle again.

Free of the constraints of the sleep pants, my erection
stood straight up, clearly visible in the moonlight.
LeAnn never took her eyes off of it, and I’m sure I felt
her breathing quicken and her body push a little closer
up against mine. On impulse, she reached out with and
touched the shaft. My soft moans only encouraged her,
and she wrapped her tiny little hand around it and began
lightly stroking it.

We had reached the point of no return, and we both knew
it. Reluctantly I pulled her up and away from my pecker,
and taking that beautiful, expectant face in my hands, I
kissed her. It was like a pleasant electric shock when
our lips’ met. She shuddered, and then kissed me back.

I could easily tell from her technique that she had very
little experience kissing anybody – none if you discount
her family – because her kisses were little more than
lip-to-lip pecks. I decided that teaching her a few
things was in order, so while I was gently caressing her
face and kissing her I parted my lips slightly and gave
her a light flick of my tongue across her lips.

She jumped back as if she’d been bitten, and for a
moment I thought I’d blown it by moving too far too
fast. Her eyes were enflamed, though, and after a
seconds’ hesitation she lunged at me. Grabbing my head
and kissing me harder all the while alternating between
forcing her tongue into my mouth, and sucking hungrily
on mine.

By now she was on top and straddling me, and her
breathing became quicker as she instinctively began
grinding herself against me. She had no idea as to how
to pace herself, and I knew that if we continued at this
rate she’d climax quickly. I didn’t want that; For her
first time, I wanted her to have a long, drawn-out
session of love-making – extra heavy on the foreplay.
So, breaking off the kiss I rolled the two of us over so
that I was on top, and lifted myself off her body.

Lying under me on the bed, LeAnn had a wild, slightly
confused look in her eyes as she looked up at me
questioningly. Taking her hands and gently pulling her
up into a sitting position, I slipped my hand under her
nightgown I slowly, teasingly lifted it over her head,
and with a flourish tossed it on the floor.
There she was, completely naked and waiting nervously,
expectantly, only inches away from me. I reached out
with both hands, lightly stroked her shoulders with my
fingertips, and slowly worked my way down till I reached
the most beautiful little breasts that I had ever seen.
“My god, you’re beautiful!” I whispered huskily. Her
only response was a tiny whimper of pleasure.

Lightly I traced my fingertips along the curves of her
small, firm breasts, making circling motions till I came
to her by-now hardened nipples. LeAnn shuddered again,
enjoying the sensations she was feeling. Lowering my
head as if in worship I started kissing them – first the
right one, then the left. LeAnn only moaned and put her
hands around my head as I started sucking on those
perfect little nipples.

It was time to heat things up some more! Reluctantly I
stopped, and left those beautiful breasts where I had
found them. Instead, I slowly began kissing my way down
her body, and by the time I had reached her belly she
was moving and arching her pelvis against me in an
effort to get her pussy to make contact with any part of
my body. I lingered along her hips, and the insides of
her thighs, prolonging the tension for as long as I
dared.

The scent of her sex was strong, intoxicating, and
except for a little tuft of downy blond hair at the top
of her slit she was bald as a baby – the lips of her
smooth little pussy were turgid, pink and parted
slightly in arousal, with a faint glistening of wetness
that was driving me crazy! It was the most beautiful
thing I’ve ever seen!

We had both had enough of waiting! Lowering my head to
her, I delicately flicked my tongue into her sweet
little crack – and believe me, it was sweet! She arched
her back and gave a little yell of pleasure, and
grabbing my head roughly with both hands pulled me down
farther into her nether regions, as if she were trying
to fit my whole head inside of her!

I was more than willing to oblige! Sticking my tongue as
far as it could go inside her tight little hole, I moved
it around inside her, even making contact with her
cherry.

“Uhhh!!” Then “Oh God that feels good!” She panted. By
now she had her slim, strong legs wrapped around my
shoulders as she was humping my face.

She was breathing harder now “Don’t stop! Oh please
don’t stop!” she hissed as I put more pressure on her
with my mouth. I was going to stop – I wanted to stop,
because I wanted her first woman’s orgasm to be with a
body-part other than my tongue inside her. But, she was
enjoying herself, and so was I. So we continued on that
way, figuring we had all night.

I drew out the cunnilingus slowly with her, not only so
that she would get as much pleasure as possible, but
because she tasted exquisite! I’m not a big fan of
pussy-eating (even though I’ve been told I’m good at
it), but whenever I was with a woman I would do it
because my partner’s pleasure meant a lot to me.

With LeAnn however it was different – she was different.
She was tart, sweet, light and heady, all at the same
time! I don’t know if all teenaged girls tasted this
way, or if it was only her, but I could’ve stayed
between her legs forever – that’s how incredible her
essence was. So I continued on where I was, slowing down
and changing the rhythm if she got too close to coming,
and speeding up and alternating the rhythm again just to
keep her excitement level high and fresh. It didn’t feel
like that much time had passed, but later on I’d
discover I’d been down there over forty-five minutes!

Eventually she’d reached her limit “Please,” she begged
“Make me come! I want to come!” and grabbing my head
even harder and pushing her mound against my face she
was rubbing herself against me furiously in an effort to
push herself over the edge. I took pity on her and moved
in time to her movements.

“OH GOD! YESSS!!” She screamed as she came with orgasm
after orgasm I counted at least four before she
collapsed back on the bed, panting heavily, and released
my head.

Spent and breathing hard, LeAnn lay there for a long
time, a faint sheen of sweat on her perfect little body
glistening in the moonlight. I raised myself back up so
that I was over her. I wanted desperately to kiss her
once again, but I wasn’t sure how she would react to the
taste of her own juices. So all I did was hold her and
stroke her hair, all the while telling her that she was
the most beautiful woman in the world. LeAnn could only
sob in pleasure as she held onto me tightly.

Finally, after a long time she looked up, and taking my
face in both of her delicate little hands she kissed me
– long and hard. Mmm,” she said “Is that how I taste?”

I smiled and kissed her back. At this point my hard-on
twitched in complaint at being neglected.

“Oh,” she said, looking down as it brushed up against
her. LeAnn sat up, smoothed her mussed up hair, and
smiling she looked back at me “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean
to forget about you.” And with that she lowered her head
to my groin.

I stopped her “It’s alright,” I answered, pulling her
back up and kissing her “You don’t have to do that!”
True, I was going to have a nasty case of blueballs if I
didn’t get some relief, but I didn’t want her to feel
she was obligated to perform oral sex just because I’d
done the same for her, especially since this was her
first time with a man.

She pushed me back on the bed, gave my cheek a little
lick and said “I know I don’t have to… I want to!” And
with a wicked grin she lowered her head to my groin.

I felt her hot breath on me long before her hot, wet
little mouth engulfed me, and yet still I gasped when it
happened. I was only in her mouth for a second, when she
pulled off of me, and licked my balls, popping each one
into her mouth.

Then LeAnn was back on my dick; She alternated between
licking, kissing and sucking until she had found a
rhythm that was driving me crazy. While doing that, she
reached up with both her hands, sliding them up my body
as she began playing with the hair on my chest, and
fondling my nipples. I couldn’t figure out how one so
young and inexperienced could at the same time be so
damned good – maybe she was just a natural-born
cocksucker. I moaned in pleasure, and LeAnn made little
noises in her throat that I took to be giggles in
response to the enjoyment I was getting from her
ministrations.

“Uhhh! Oh Jesus!” I moaned. It had been a long time
since any woman had made me feel this good.

Twice I came close to shooting my load when she fondled
my ass cheeks – her fingertips deliriously close to the
sensitive area between my balls and anus. She was
taunting me, bringing me close to the edge just as I had
done for her, and then backing off before I could come.

It didn’t last too long. I held out for as long as I
could, but finally I realized that I was going to come,
and come hard! I tried to warn her, tried to pull out so
that I wouldn’t disgust her by coming in her mouth
“Better stop,” I gasped between breaths “I’m coming!”
But her only response was to hold onto me so that I
couldn’t pull out, and suck harder.

“Huhhh!!”

Lost beyond any hope of stopping, I exploded in her
mouth! The force of it caught her off guard, but she
recovered quickly and kept her mouth on me, sucking and
swallowing until I had nothing left to ejaculate.

Now it was my turn to collapse back on the bed, panting
heavily as if I had just finished running a marathon. As
I lay there trying to catch my breath, LeAnn cradled my
now-limp member in both hands, and planted a kiss on the
head. Then she giggled and climbed back on top of me,
straddling me so that we were face-to-face once again.
We shared a long, passionate kiss, and then she put her
head on my chest “I can hear your heart beating.” she
murmured contentedly…

*** CHAPTER 3 ***

“And where,” I asked musingly “Did you learn to do
that?”

We had spent the last two hours since my own thundering
climax in each others arms, both touching and being
touched by each other in the tangle our bodies made on
the bed. I couldn’t get enough of this little nymph’s
silky smooth skin, and running my hands and lips over
her deliciously firm young body only made me want her
more. As for LeAnn, she was purring like a kitten under
my gentle touch.

“Learn to do what?” She asked back innocently.

I smiled. The little minx was being coy, waiting for me
to come right out and say it. “You know, the oral sex.
For a virgin you sure seemed to know what you were
doing.”

LeAnn blushed “oh, THAT.” She answered, and then looked
up – expectantly, hoping for my approval “Did you… you
know, like it?”

“Hon,” I chuckled “I may not be able to walk tomorrow!”

LeAnn giggled again. Then, “Well, last year when I was
still going to a regular school one of my friends told
us about a video that she’d found in her dad’s closet.
She told us what was on it, but none of us believed it,
so one day after school a bunch of us went back to her
place when her parents weren’t home and she played the
tape for us.”

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