Be a good guy and stop her

"No!" you say, betraying your erect cock. Scarlett looks up at you, barely regarding your sentiment, then unzips your jeans.

You stay strong. You grab her and pull her to your feet. "We can't. We'll be seen for sure. It'll be the end of your career." You say as you wrap your arms around Scarlett's shoulders and start walking.

"I don't care" Scarlett struggles. "I want to fuck now! I need to fuck now!"

You quickly turn off the main street onto a residential road and stop, turning Scarlett to face you. Her gorgeous pouting eyes stare at yours. Her wet hair tangles around her face. "Breathe" you order.

"Why don't you want to fuck me?" She says desperately.

"Just breathe right now. Be quiet and breathe." You try to get ahold of the situation. Are you giving up your one opportunity to fuck Scarlett?

"Mmmm, demanding. I like that." She begins to caress your chest. "Pull my hair."

You throw her hands down. "Close your eyes and breathe." You're addicted to playing the nice guy now, but you don't know why. You're telling Scarlett to calm down, to get less horny. You need your head examined.

And finally Scarlett breathes. And after a few moments opens her eyes at you.

"Feeling better?" you ask.

"Thank you." Scarlett answers. "I.... I don't know what came over me. But you're right, I would have been done for. C'mon, my friend's house is close."

You begin to walk together again. "This isn't the first time, is it?"

"No," Scarlett answers timidly. Great, you've turned her from an animal into a scared shy girl. "I'm a..." she trails off and mumbles. Whatever she said, she doesn't want to admit it.

"A what?" You ask, thinking that prodding may re-awaken her desire. Not sure what to do.

"I'm a.... a nymphomaniac." She finally says clearly. "I can't control it."

"How have you never been caught by a photographer before?" You ask.

"I have... a couple times. But they gave the pictures back... after some... persuading."

"How many men have you been with?" you ask, not sure why. This subject interests you. Tales of Scarlett's sexual insanity turn you on.

"Does it matter?" She answers. And it doesn't. You don't need her to be pure.

But you press the issue. "Hundreds?"

"Oh definitely." She answers coldly. She doesn't seem horny at all now. You've spoiled your chances.

Then finally Scarlett turns down a driveway and you're at a small unspectacular house. She takes a key out from under the doormat. "Jess doesn't mind if I crash here when she's away."

And like that, your both inside the door. Scarlett glances at herself in a nearby mirror. She winces. "I look terrible."

"You couldn't look terrible." you say, thinking now you've turned into a pathetic flatterer. But it's true.

"I'm going to take a shower." she says, pulling her pink top off right in front of you, exposing her bra. Just like her top, her bra is soaked through, exposing a hint of two large round nipples. It must have gotten saturated in the fall.

You try not to stare, and soon Scarlett turns and disappears down the hall. While she's showering, what do you do, you wonder. Until you hear her voice call.

"Are you joining me or what?"

Quickly you tear off your shirt and head down the hall after Scarlett. Finally it's going to happen. And there's no reason to delay. But your rush stops and your freeze taken aback when you turn to corner and see Scarlett completely nude, standing in front of a steaming shower staring back at you.

Her body is amazing. Her double D's are perky with big nipples, her skin is soft, her curves are smooth. Her pussy is plump with just a hint of dark blonde bush above it.

"Get naked" she orders you. And though you can barely move, you oblige. As you slide off your boxers, your hard cock pops out and you watch as Scarlett's eyes, Scarlett Johansson herself lights up at the sight of your dick. "Come here." her sultry voice is almost a whisper now. Your heart pounds.

When you walk up, she leans in and wraps her lovely lips around your nipple. You can feel her tongue run over it. You can feel the warmth of her flesh next to yours. After a moment she stares up at you.

"You saved me. You saved my career."

You try not to blush. You knew it was the right thing to do.

She smiles, brushing your hard dick with her hand, accidentally but not accidentally. "I owe you... anything you want." She says.