A Night with Laila Ali

When I reached the age of 22, I decided to leave the small city where I grew up and move to Los Angeles. With no real skills to speak of and no connections, I was lucky to get a job driving a delivery truck. Two years of this convinced me I needed to make a change. The only change in my skills was the capability to drive to and from anywhere in the Los Angeles area without getting lost. It was therefore a natural fit for me to acquire a livery license and in time find employment with a limousine company. Little did I know at the time what a tremendous difference this would make in my life.

The company for which I work has a reputation for excellence of service and complete discretion. In a city filled with celebrities, these qualities made our company a favorite with the "beautiful people". In my case, it also led to some amazing sexual encounters. Now, I don't pretend to claim that every beautiful woman that ever rode in my limousine tore off both our clothes, but in this forum there isn't much sense in talking about the ones "who got away". I'd rather make known the tales about the tails I've known.

As you would expect in a city like Los Angeles, these adventures run the gamut from mild to wild. I make no apologies to the faint of heart, but I do question how they found these stories in the first place. Keep in mind that all parties were fully consenting and seemed to enjoy themselves. I know I did!

As fate would have it, my employer had been contracted to provide livery service for Mrs. Ali and guess who ended up with the assignment. That beautiful chocolate goddess.

My job was to be available to pick her up an hour after the post debut party began and drive her back to the house in Beverly Hills at which she was staying. As ordered, I was at the side door (a not uncommon request) at the appointed time and off we went. I was surprised that she didn't have a friend with her for companionship but figured maybe she just wanted to avoid as many people as possible.

A few minutes after we left the debut, she buzzed me on the intercom and asked me my name. After I told her, she asked me how far to the area where her husband was arrested. My initial thought was to play dumb and as I opened my mouth to make some inane denial of the whole matter, she spoke again.

"Alex, don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about." she said sharply. "Every god damn person in the world knows about it. Please answer my question."

I apologized and explained that it was only a few miles from the Beverly Hills address to which we were heading. She thanked me and asked me to drive to the area. I was surprised by the request but since she was paying, I did as she ordered.

We arrived a few minutes later and at her request I began cruising slowly up the street. Suddenly her door flew open and she leaped out into the street. She ran off up the hill, and I could hear her screaming but not the words. I quickly pulled the car into the curb, locked up and ran after her. She wasn't really trying to go anywhere and it was only a minute or two before I was able to catch her by her shoulders and stop her aimless running.

She whirled around with an upraised hand and I was absolutely certain she was going to slap me. However, she seemed to recover slightly and fell into my arms, sobbing loudly and muttering about "that bastard". I didn't speak to her, merely guided her back towards the car, helping her into the rear compartment and climbing in after her. I wasn't really sure what to say or do but it seemed like a pretty callous act to simply get back in the drivers seat and take her home.

I rubbed her upper back, murmuring what I hoped were words of comfort, wondering to myself what the hell I should do. As she calmed down, it occurred to me that I was practically hugging one of the hottest women in the world and my cock began to stir in response to the contact and my own fanciful imagination. Just as I was thinking it might be time to resume my driving, things got interesting.

Turning to face me but staying within my arms, she looked me in the eyes and said, "Thank you Alex. This whole mess has me in a frightful way and I just lost my head. You must think I'm quite the dumb arse."

I protested that she had every right to be upset at her husband behavior, exclaiming that he must be a real idiot to have jeopardized his relationship with such a wonderful lady.

"Do you really think so?" she answered.

Her hand was resting on my upper thigh at this point, just a few inches from my hard-on. The whole situation had gotten me pretty rattled and my voice quavered as I blurted, "You are the type of woman every man dreams about. Anybody that would do what he did when he could be with you has a screw loose."

She moved to sit up straighter and as she did so, her hand brushed my erect cock. I don't know to this day if it was and accident or not, but when she realized what she had felt, she returned her hand to my crotch and gave my dick a squeeze through my trousers.

She giggled when I inhaled sharply and in a teasing tone, she said, "Alex, you really do mean it."

I was in a mild state of shock and embarrassment and began to stammer an apology when she gave my cock another squeeze and said, "It's okay. In fact, I think this may be exactly what I need."

She moved her hand to the zipper of my pants and pulled it down. Reaching in through the fly she worked my erection free of my boxer shorts and pulled it completely free. She mumbled more to herself than me, "If that bastard can get his, why shouldn't I get mine."

She bent her head down and lightly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. I moaned in response and she repeated the motion, following it up by taking the head in her mouth and slowly letting it slide back out through her lips. She then sucked it back into her mouth until about half the length (about 5 inches) was fully inside her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around the head once more and the sensation made me gasp.

She again let my cock slide from her mouth and told me to relax. I knew the car was parked legally and that the tinted windows would keep anyone from even seeing that any body was inside. That reassurance, coupled with the fact that Laila Ali was going down on me won me over and I let events take their course.

She now moved down to the floor of the car so she was kneeling between my legs. Planting kisses in the tip of my hard-on, she reached up and fumbled with my belt and the buttons on the front of my pants until they where completely open. Realizing what she intended, I lifted my ass off the seat and she pulled my pants and boxers down past my knees, giving her full access to my crotch.

She now went to work as though she was on a mission. Her tongue licked down the underside of my shaft, lingering briefly at the sensitive area just beneath the head. When she reached the base of my dick, she gently licked my balls before sucking them into her mouth. After bathing them in her saliva for several minutes, she let them slide slowly past her lips, at which point she again licked them several times before starting back up the shaft towards the tip of my pulsing cock.

She again paused just before she reached the head, licking and kissing until I thought the excitement was going to make my heart burst. Her tongue ran around the head once more and she looked up at me as she let the precum that had gathered in the slit run onto her tongue. She sucked the moisture into her mouth and followed it with the entire eight inches of my rock hard shaft. Her nose bumped into my groin and nestled into the pubic hair. She held me in her mouth like that for a few seconds before beginning to bob her head up and down on my cock.

Each time her head bobbed down, I could feel my cockhead hitting the back of her throat and felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her spit had made my erection very slick and she was able to suck faster and harder as the length slid more easily into her mouth. As I neared the point of no return, she backed off and went back to licking my balls.

They were pulsing with a full load of cum and I moaned with excitement as she licked them. Then it was back up the shaft again, stopping to stimulate the underside just before the head, followed by several more swirls around the head itself. Finally, she again began to deep throat me and my hips began to lift off the seat as I tried to drive my cock into her mouth. Her fingers began to tickle my balls and the sensation became too much.

I began to shoot my load, each spasm of my dick sending another jet of cum into her willing mouth. She hummed happily as she sucked me off, swallowing quickly so as to keep every drop from leaving her mouth. After 8 or 9 spurts, each accompanied by a groan from me and a grunt of happiness from her, my orgasm subsided. She continued to suck on my still erect cock as if to draw forth every last bit of cum. Nothing more was available, however, and at last she let my dick pop out her mouth and kissed and licked it clean. Her oral efforts kept me stiff and I sat quietly, happy and disbelieving.

Finally she stopped her actions and moved up to sit beside me. She raised her hand to my face and ran a finger along my cheek as she whispered, "Take me home, Alex."