Uma Thurman

NOTE:- This thread was originally submitted by, and is credited to CRISWELL.

Uma's wearing a strangely familiar black leather cat suit, and walking towards you. She stands in front of your table and leans over.

"So... hi," she says uncertainly.

"Hi," you say back.

"You're new here?" she asks.

"Yeah, can you tell?"

"You look a bit nervous. It's okay, I'm kind of a virgin here myself." She sits down next to you.

"Uma Thurman, right?"

"Yep, that's me."

"Cool, I'm kind of a fan of yours. I like the Emma Peel suit."

"Thanks. It's funny, nobody liked that movie, but the management insisted I wear it." She pauses. "So, do you want a dance?"

"From you? Well, okay..."

You both get up. She leads to a stairway, where you get a card from the attendant, and proceed up to a booth. Inside it's nice and spacious, with TV monitors, an intercom for drink orders, and cabinets with various... accessories. You pocket a condom just in case.

You both sit down on the couch, Uma putting a leg up across your lap.

"Do you want a drink?" you ask.

"I've already had a few," she says. "Took me a while to work up the nerve, you know, to get to work."

"Well, why are you here? It can't be money."

"Well, you've read the stories about Ethan leaving, right?" You nod, glad that you didn't bring it up first. "I'm doing okay and all, but, you know, I think I need to get back to feeling attractive, like I can still get a man."

"You don't need to be insecure about that. I think... well, let's say I've rented DANGEROUS LIAISONS a lot."

Uma grins. "Thanks. But really, I wanna try this. It's my turn to be bad."

You figure you shouldn't try to dissuade her. She sits up, goes to a panel and flips a switch. Soft, sultry music starts playing, and she sways along, her back turned- you admire the contours of her body in the molded leather.

"It's so hot in this suit," she whispers sexily. "I'll be glad to get out of it." She turns around and undoes the belt, tossing it aside. She unfastens her gloves and slowly slides them off, then unzips the zippers along her sleeves. She places one foot up on your lap, and you help remove her boot, doing the same for the other foot.

Your pronounced hard-on gets worse as she slides onto your lap, facing you, slowly unzipping her front. You clasp her hand and help her get the zipper all the way down- then she shrugs the leather off her shoulders, and then parts it, revealing her full, soft breasts.

"Oh, my..." you mutter.

"That's what I wanted to hear," she says as she pulls the entire suit down to her waist. She stands up and begins to work it down. "Oh," she says, "it's so tight," and gasps a bit as she slides it past her waist. She pulls it down just enough for you to see her gently furred bush, then coquettishly turns around, unveiling her firm ass. She bends over, showing you more of her pussy, as she works off the last of the suit. Now fully naked, she sits back on your lap, back to you, and begins to bump and grind with the music. You grunt involuntarily.

"Touch me, babe," she says. "It's hands-on here." Not knowing how serious she is, you wrap your hands around her waist. She grabs them and moves them up to her tits- you gently grab and knead them, feeling her nipples harden from your stimulation. She starts to pant as she moves, and you start fondling her more eagerly. You lean forward and kiss her neck; she turns her head and kisses you back. Venturing further you move one hand down between her legs, and notice that she's already dripping wet. She parts her thighs just enough for you to start probing her snatch, and you begin rubbing her clit, making her moan.

After a bit of this you've still managed to not cum, but you're definitely lost in the intense pleasure of fondling this magnificent body. You break out of your daze just enough to hear her say, between pants, "I... I need you inside me."

She sits up. You reach into your pants and fish out your cock, then carefully slide on a rubber. Uma lowers herself down, gently, and gasps as you penetrate her. You gasp a bit yourself- her pussy is incredibly tight. It doesn't seem right that a woman like this isn't getting laid as often as she needs, but you're glad to service her, holding on as she thrusts up and down eagerly.

"Oh, yeah," she says. "That's good- that's so nice, yeah, mmm, faster, faster..."

Soon she's letting herself go, in the throes of a major orgasm. Without missing a beat you turn her around and start fucking her from the front, also taking the opportunity to thrust your head onto her succulent tits. The previously helpless Uma practically rips your shirt off as she starts to take the lead.

"You like my boobs, huh," she says. "C'mon, suck me, fuck me. I'm your slut, I'm your whore, do anything you want with me... I need your cock, I love it, I need you to fuck my cunt..."

Hearing her talk dirty to you is just too much. Soon you both are in the throes of a spontaneous climax, grunting and thrusting and collapsing in each other's arms.

"That was so good, honey," she says when she finally pulls herself off you.

"You were great too," you say.

"Oh, I mean it," she says. "I'm an actress, I coulda faked it, but you... that was so what I needed."

"Thanks." You sit up and give her a kiss.

"Mmm. You're sweet." She stands up, fixing her hair, as you admire her sweaty body. "First time customers don't usually do that well. I think you deserve something."

"What, like a discount?"

She laughs. "Oh, honey, I have a much better idea." She sits down beside you. "You deserve something very... special."