Lauren Cohan: The Walking Slut

DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Lauren Cohan. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.

Big thanks to all the guys who helped me with this by discussing ideas and story points, especially to Boogeyman who came up with the idea and to adept who did the proofreading. It took a while longer to complete than I had hoped, so enjoy it, guys ;)

I'd love to get some feedback, either via mail or in the comment section!

Codes: MF, oral, fingering, exhib, screaming, rimming, anal, mdom

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"Good evening! Give me a Glenmore, the older the better, please!" Lauren Cohan let out a sigh of relief as she sat down on the bar stool in the almost empty hotel bar of the 'Hilton Los Angeles' and put her elegant black leather purse on the seat next to hers. It was three o'clock at night and she had spent the last six hours at a gala event, smiling and chatting with producers and actors, posing for the paparazzi as she did her best to promote her hit show 'The Walking Dead'. It wasn't like she hadn't had fun for a while, but after a while these events tended to get exhausting.

She had longed for a drink for over three hours now, a stiff one to take the edge off, but all she had been able to score was a glass of champagne. Even if she had managed to get her hands on more, she couldn't have drunk it. It was a publicity event after all and getting smashed or even tipsy wasn't an option if you wanted to be taken serious as an actress. So she had waited, she had smiled and she had talked to rude, unsympathetic people for hours, wishing she was somewhere else until she finally found that she had done her duty and had fled the scene back to her hotel where she decided to reward her discipline with a drink or two at the 'Hilton's' hotel bar.

Smiling she thanked the bartender as he slid a tumbler filled with two fingers high of a honey-colored liquid over to her. Picking it up she closed her eyes and took a whiff, enjoying the scent of oak for a moment before taking a small sip. Savoring the sweet, nutty tang on her tongue she felt the stress-related tenseness fall off her body and felt herself relax.

After a moment she opened her eyes, a small smile on her lips as realization hit home that she had survived the evening. She glanced into the mirror behind the bar and allowed herself for a moment to indulge in the narcissism of admiring her own reflection. She had really brought out the big guns tonight. Her luxurious brunette hair fell in soft, smooth waves down to her shoulders, framing her stunning face. She had gone easy on the make up tonight, a light shade of pink lipstick and a subtle amount of mascara that highlighted her stunning green-grey eyes. The dress she had picked out for the occasion was something spectacular: a small, black piece that hugged every curve of her toned body, the plunging neckline revealing a good amount of cleavage and the short hem displayed a generous amount of her creamy white thighs. To round the whole thing off she wore a pair of black three inch heels that killed her feet by now, but did a great job accentuating her legs and butt. She smirked as she turned her upper body a little, watching how the shadows played in her décolleté. The dress really did a great job presenting her small b-cups, making sure they caught attention. Overall she had to say the whole evening had been a success, her attire making sure that the names 'The Walking Dead' and 'Lauren Cohan' would be all over the news tomorrow.

Satisfied Lauren took a look around. The hotel bar was almost empty, a few stray guests had a good night drink, but most of them just sat by themselves and kept quiet. However she caught a few guys who had watched her in secret, quickly looking away to avoid her eyes. She sighed and shook her head. It had been an eternity since she had gotten laid, but how was she supposed to get lucky if these men wouldn't even dare to look her in the eyes?

She took another sip and pondered the situation. Ever since she had moved to Atlanta she had been single, her supply of good sex sparse and sporadic. The show had made her a celebrity and as it was most of the men who mustered the courage to walk up to her did so only in the interest of fucking a famous person to brag around. And that she simply couldn't have... she was not opposed to one-night-stands - she had had her share back before she was famous and the fun was anonymous - and it didn't offend her that men lusted after her for her looks, but the types of guys that hit on her were the ones who would give her a reputation that could kill her career.

She finished her whisky, ready to order another one when the barkeeper placed an already filled glass in front of her. Surprised she looked at him.

"From the gentlemen over there!" he said simply and nodded towards his left.

"Oh, thank you!" Lauren smiled and nodded before turning towards her benefactor. Then man who sat at the end of the bar was quite a bit older than her, Lauren guessed him to be in his mid-fifties at least, but even from the distance she felt the man's powerful presence. His grey hair was still full the short beard gave his features an almost leonine touch, but what really mesmerized her where his eyes. They gleamed darkly in his face, looking commanding and wise at the same time as he smiled politely and lifted his glass.

Lauren lifted her own glass and smiled back, forming a silent 'Thank you' with her lips before taking a small sip, keeping eye contact the whole time. She couldn't help but feel attracted by the man's impressive aura, despite the fact that he was at least twenty years her senior, something that usually meant that she wasn't interested. 'Desperate slut, are we?' she thought ironically to herself, a smirk spreading across her face. She watched with excitement as the man stood up from his stool, straightened the jacket of his expensive suit and calmly walked up to her.

"Would it be alright if I took a seat next to you?" he asked, his deep voice tanged with an accent Lauren couldn't quite place.

"Of course!" Lauren beamed, quickly picking up her purse and placing it on the bar to make room. She lifted her glass again. "Thank you for the drink! My name is Lauren!" She offered her hand.

"My name is Pedro!" the man answered with a smile after he had taken seat next to her. He gently took her hand and to her surprise he planted a small kiss on it. "Charmed to meet you!"

Lauren felt herself blush a little, the old school gesture had taken her by surprise. Also she felt her pussy twitch of the gentle touch of his rough hands and warm lips. She lowered her eyes and grinned, mentally chastising herself for acting like a schoolgirl. "Likewise..." she finally whispered before taking another sip of her Scotch.

"May I ask where that scent is from? It sounds exotic and I can't quite place it..."

She grinned; her accent was something many people picked up on. "I was born in the US, but grew up in England, so I guess it is some kind of mixture..."

"Very interesting, a lovely combination... Allow me to say, Lauren," the man said, his voice a dark, erotic growl, "you are a beautiful woman!"

Lauren smiled, feeling the man's eyes linger up and down her body, resting for a moment on the small mounds of her breasts. "Thank you, Pedro!" she looked him in the eyes, her head tilted a little and she absently noticed that her hand came up to play with her hair.

"A beautiful woman with a good taste in Scotch..."

She giggled. God, what was wrong with her? She realized she was biting her lower lip a little. She was really blatantly flirting with this man! Her pussy tingled as her mind inadvertently went to all the stuff this handsome, experienced man could do to her...

"Forgive me for asking Lauren," Pedro said with a glint in his eye. He leaned in conspirationally, "But how much would it take for me to get an hour of private time with you?"

For a second Lauren was confused as of what he meant, then her eyes widened a little. He thought she was a prostitute! What the fuck?! Her first instinct was to throw her drink into his well-groomed face and slap him across the cheek for assuming such a thing, but then a second thought stopped her: Why not? She glanced into the mirror again, checking her dolled up reflection. A young woman sitting at a hotel bar late at night, dressed to the nines and all by herself... She didn't know the rules of prostitution, but it seemed to her like a good way of finding wealthy John. Plus, if he thought she was a prostitute he obviously had no idea who she was, which meant that apparently she had the anonymity she had wished for. Also the taboo of selling herself for a men's pleasure seemed like a turn-on all of a sudden, a dirty little fantasy come to life. Why the fuck not?

Pedro meanwhile cocked an eyebrow, awaiting her answer. "I hope I didn't misread you, Lauren. I just thought a beautiful woman like yourself..."

"Oh, no no no! It's fine!" she smiled, "An hour of my time would cost you..." for a second she pondered. She had never thought about how much she would take if she ever wanted to be a whore. Actually she found that she had no idea what was the normal rate. Improvising she said the first number that came to her mind "... a thousand dollars!" she finished with a wide smile, hoping the number was neither ridiculously high nor ridiculously low.

"A thousand dollars?!" Pedro repeated, nodding in appreciation.

Lauren decided to sell herself a little more. Softly she placed her hand on the man's thigh and looked him deep in the eyes. "For that price I am all yours..."she whispered huskily, "We could do whatever you want..."

To her satisfaction she spotted a crack in the man's coolness, even though it only lasted for the blink of an eye before he returned her smile. "Whatever I want, huh?" his low voice had a cheeky undertone, "I want a lot of things! A lot of dirty things..."

Lauren felt her pussy tingle. Her hand lingered up from his thigh and she grabbed his thigh, using it to pull him close and bring her lips close to his ear. "I'll do whatever you want..."

Pedro did his best not to swallow as he heard the beautiful woman's beautiful promise. "That sounds like an irresistible deal, Lauren!" he winked, "Shall we get out of here then?"

For a second Lauren paused, her eyes still fixed on to his with a tantalizing little smirk on her lips. Then she quickly lifted her glass and downed the remains of her second Scotch. "Lead the way, Pedro!"

Pedro nodded, the glint in his eyes intriguing as ever. He turned towards the barkeeper. "I'll head to my room, Manuel. Put my drinks and the lady's on my tab, please! And please send a bottle of champagne up to my room!"

"Of course, Mr. Morales! Have a good night!"

"Thank you, Manuel!" Pedro smiled as he got up from his seat. He turned towards Lauren and offered his arm to her, "Shall we?"

Lauren blushed a little as she got up, picked up her purse and grabbed the offered arm. "With pleasure..."

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"Wow..." Lauren couldn't help but think as Pedro opened the door to his suite and gallantly held it open for her to enter. She took a few steps inside, her eyes wandering around to take in the wide space and lavish furnishing. She had a room at the same hotel herself, it was luxurious and was very satisfied with it, but compared to this suite her room seemed tiny, almost confining. She earned good money as a star of a hit-tv-show, but she preferred to keep her spending low, knowing that in Hollywood you could go from top to bottom in no time.

Her heels rang loudly on the cool marble floor as she walked in, the sound almost echoing. The walls were decorated with pieces of modern art, photos and paintings and a huge floor-to-ceiling window faced the illuminated buildings of L.A. The furniture was tastefully selected and arranged and gave the room a light and inviting feel. The door to the adjoining bedroom stood open, revealing a huge canopy-bed that must have been big enough to hold six people.

She heard the clacks of Pedro's expensive Italian shoes as he followed her and she turned around; not even trying to mask her impressed expression she opened her mouth to compliment his dazzling suite.

"Wha-hmmph!" she grunted in surprise as the older man didn't stop and stepped in, grabbing her head firmly with both hands and pulling her in for a vivacious kiss, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth. Lauren was stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by the whole situation but within seconds the tension left her body. Damn, the guy could kiss! His tongue danced through her mouth, demanding and passionate he dominated her, his hands having a tight grip on her curly hair. She immediately felt her body respond to his wild advances, her nipples hardened, poking through the thin fabric of her dress into Pedro's impressively strong chest and her pussy moistened. God, it had been too long!

Gingerly she placed her hands on his hips and returned the kiss, the excitement clouding her head like a fog and all she could think about was getting release. She wasn't sure if hookers usually acted this eager, but she couldn't help herself, moaning into the older guy's mouth.

Gently he pushed her and she complied, letting him force her backwards across the room until the back of her legs hit the soft leather of a couch. Then he broke the kiss, leaving her breathless. The flicker in his eyes was no longer a flicker, it was burning flames! "This needs to come off!" he growled, his hands letting go of her hair and went down to her shoulders, gripping the dress' thin shoulder straps and impatiently pulling them off, not even thinking about looking for a zipper. Lauren's heart raced with excitement as her soon to be lover wrestled her tight dress down her body while she stood still, allowing him to disrobe her.

The dress was tight and only came of slowly as Pedro worked on it. A voice inside his head cursed him for losing his countenance, but this brunette beauty had his blood boiling. He needed to have her! He peeled the black satin down and a grin formed on his lips when he finally revealed Lauren's small, perky breasts to the room, her little brown nipples standing proudly, begging to be played with.

Lauren bit her lower lip as she watched Pedro's reaction to her boobs. She was well aware that she wasn't the chestiest girl around, but the look in his eyes told her that he loved the sight of her firm rack and she relaxed inwardly.

Once the dress was pushed down below her breasts it slid easier and quickly fell off her body, pooling on the floor around her feet, leaving the actress clad only in a pair of black satin panties and her black heels. Pedro took a step back and drank in the sight, appreciatively letting his eyes linger over Lauren's exposed form; her long beautiful legs, formed by her stylish heels, the enticing bulge of her mound, covered by a flimsy piece of fabric, her toned stomach, flat and tight, her perky boobs, pertly jutting out up to her flawless face. He looked her in the eyes and smiled. "Absolutely breathtaking!"

Lauren could feel herself blush, the compliment sending another joyful shiver down her spine. Then Pedro came close again, his lips finding hers in another hot kiss that almost made her melt while this time his hands went for her butt. She let out a muffled moan as she felt his fingers dig into her barely covered cheeks, mauling and kneading the firm flesh. Her almost naked body pressed against his and she could definitely feel a promising bulge in his expensive slacks, feeling herself react by grinding her satin-clad pussy against him.

"Mmmmmohgod!!" she gasped as his lips left her mouth and trailed a path of little kisses to the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more space, her eyes widening as he found her kryptonite. Her knees felt like jelly and all it took was a little nudge for him to push her down on the couch, he following suit, his lips newer stopping to worship her alabaster skin. She started to pant as one of his hands found its way between her legs, two fingers tracing her slit through the thin satin of her knickers. Her thighs splayed apart, eagerly granting him room to touch her private area and she threw her head from side to side as pleasure sparked through her body.

Pedro multiplied those sparks when his mouth found its way to her nipple and he immediately latched on to it, greedily sucking and biting the sensitive brown nub while he used his free hand to massage her other breast. Laurens eyes rolled back as waves of euphoria flooded her body, she didn't cum yet, but with the expert way her older lover treated her body she knew it was only a matter of minutes.

Meanwhile Pedro couldn't wait any longer and continued his way down her body to the waistband of her panties, gently kissing the soft skin below her navel while he hooked his fingers into the fabric. Lauren groaned as he teasingly inched them down, she lifted her hips to help him, but he proceeded at a snail's pace, taking his time and kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he worked his way towards her pussy. Lauren impatiently put her hands on his head, trying to urge him to hurry, but he resisted, instead slowing even further. "C'mon!" she begged, urged.

Finally Pedro pulled the flimsy garment down over her mound, revealing the desperate woman's pink slit. Once she was exposed he quickly slid her knickers down her long legs and off of her body, stripping the actress naked bar for black heels. A smile curled the corners of his mouth as he took a deep breath, taking a whiff of her aroma before taking in the sight of her bared pussy.

She had shaven any hair from her lips, leaving her petite, pink vulva bald and glistening in front of his eyes, only a small, neatly trimmed triangle of hair just above her clit. Pedro grinned and looked her in the eyes. "What a beautiful cunt!"

Lauren stared back, her face red with arousal. She bit her lip, unable to say a word as she was devoured by need. Her hips bucked with greed, desperate to get the older man to stimulate her sensitive slit, but it seemed he had all the time in the world as he chuckled amused and used both his hands to push her thighs up and apart, pinning them back in a position that completely exposed her. Lauren grabbed her calves to help him keep her in her position, willingly allowing him to inspect her. He gently planted a kiss on the soft skin of the inside of each of her thighs before he sat back again, taking her pussy in one more time then he let his gaze linger downwards.

Due to her pose with her legs pushed up and apart Lauren's firm, white ass cheeks splayed, giving him a clear view off her small, pink butthole. He took a second to enjoy the sight of her petite pucker, winking shyly back at him while Lauren looked down, slightly embarrassed at being this exposed to the older man. "Also a beautiful asshole..." he grinned before he planted a little kiss right on her wrinkled hole, making Lauren moan and wiggle her ass.

From there Pedro's lips wandered up the side of her inner thigh, caressing her soft skin and at the same time denying her the stimulation she craved. Lauren groaned and threw her head from side to side as the gentleman coated her inner thighs with small pecks bit kept away from her mound. Her hands gripped his greying hair, desperate to force him to her pussy, but he had no trouble holding up. "Fuck... c'mon!" she moaned, her voice feverish with need while his lips lingered just above her small patch of pubic hair.

Finally Pedro granted her her wish, making his path down over her engorged, pink clit to her pussy lips. He lightly tugged her soaked labia with his teeth before using the fingers of one hand to spread them open. "Ohgod!" Lauren gasped with joy when she finally got what she wanted, stimulation of her sensitive cunt.