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General Chat / Re: Extreme1's question of the night
« Last post by Money on Today at 04:16:07 AM »
March was good for me I didn't get as far along in editing my hotel collab with Calibur009 as I planned but I'm getting there
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General Chat / Re: Extreme1's question of the night
« Last post by extreme1 on Today at 02:50:30 AM »
Here's your question for the night: No question, it's the monthly writer check in!
How did March go for you?
Did you accomplish whatever goals you set?
If you need any encouragement or you need to vent about something writing related, this is the place to do it!
March went ok for me, I'm making progress on the next part of Mr. and Mrs. XXX, hopefully it'll be done sooner rather than later!
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Celebrity Pictures & Gifs (Real) / Re: Camila Mendes
« Last post by MiamiLyfe on Today at 12:04:27 AM »
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Celebrity Pictures & Gifs (Real) / Re: Katherine McNamara
« Last post by MiamiLyfe on March 27, 2024, 10:26:01 PM »
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Singers / Re: Ride of your Life (Dua Lipa)
« Last post by Blocboy VC on March 27, 2024, 10:17:26 PM »
Amazing job. You're the best at writing Dua. I only noticed one spelling mistake,you did such a great job.
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Celebrity Pictures & Gifs (Real) / Re: Sydney Sweeney
« Last post by MiamiLyfe on March 27, 2024, 10:09:54 PM »
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Celebrity Pictures & Gifs (Real) / Re: Madison Pettis
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Singers / Ride of your Life (Dua Lipa)
« Last post by channinglox on March 27, 2024, 10:03:06 PM »


Ride of your Life

ft. Dua Lipa

Tags: cons, m/f, oral, cowgirl

*This story is entirely fictional and did not happen in real life or between any real people. Characters are consenting adults and this is written for 18+ adults only. The fictional writing is mine, the photos are not.*


In an arena of thousands of eyes, Dua could only pay attention to one set. He was watching her from the moment she passed him on the way to her greenroom before the show. Something about him intrigued her, though she couldn’t put her finger on what. Those eyes watched her as she rehearsed and during her performance, only breaking away to assist in her production as needed. Dua noticed. Her mind wandered on stage about it. He was attentive. A slippery slope it was to think that way because before Dua knew it, she was thinking the stranger might not be that different in the context of her hotel room. And that thought lit her up inside.

All it took was a little love note made of cursive words to summon the man who worked as a stagehand to her room. She needed an hour after the show to shower and settle in. After that, she would have just enough energy to chase a new high for the night—something she’d been aching for on the duration of the lengthy tour.

A soft knock at the door brought a sly grin to her lips and she sauntered out of the marble bathroom only wearing a cropped nightgown, silky smooth to the touch and hardly covering the underside of her full ass. However, the first thing her mystery man would see greeting him would be her nipples poking through.

“Hi,” Dua said as she opened the door. A little giddy laugh came out accidentally.

“Hey,” he said as he passed by her to enter the room. Dua could smell the spicy scent of his aftershave, and that sent a wave of warmth through her.

He pushed his hands into his front pockets while rocking on his feet. He looked nervous, and that was endearing for the superstar. In contrast, Dua’s energy was anything but nervous and she hoped that the stranger would soon match her. She circled the bed and sat on the edge, beaming. “Glad you made it over here. I guess the note was a little old school?” She playfully buried her face in her hands.

A timid smile grew on the man’s face as he shrugged his shoulders. “As if I’d complain about your method.”

Dua moved further back onto the bed. “I noticed you from the moment I arrived. All those little glances and smiles.”

The man’s eyes ran around the room as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Dua, why did—wait, can I call you that?”

Her cheeks warmed. “Of course. It’s not a stage name like some assume.”

He continued while his hands pushed deeper into the front pockets of the jeans, only there was nowhere else for them to hide. “Why did you invite me here?”

The superstar ran her hands through her hair, slightly wet from the shower still. “Come here,” she patted the spot next to her and the man joined her on plushy comforter. “Men know what they want, at least most of the time, even if it is casual. Let me be the one to tell you that women aren’t all that different. Sounds silly but touring around the world gets a little lonely. Catching my drift now?”

Her hand crept onto his knee as she spoke. The combination of her words and touch showed him that this was truly happening. He would be the anecdote to her loneliness.

Before he could reply, Dua was speaking once more. “If you’re okay with such a thing.”

“More than okay.” The man laughed, and she could tell he was genuine. The tension in his shoulders loosened under her touch, which was trailing further into his lap by the second.

“Then let me kiss you.” Dua leaned into his arm, pressing her hard nipples against him, and letting a warm breath graze his neck.

He angled his face towards Dua and she instantly pressed her soft lips to his. She delivered a series of slow kisses before parting her lips. His strong hand reached across to touch her waist in the skimpy nightgown. He kissed back but Dua led the way, grazing their tongues in a figure-eight motion. With every kiss she gave, the brunette only moved closer and closer to the man’s lap. Before he knew it, she slung one of her winding legs over to straddle him.
Her stranger eased back onto the bed and pressed his hands into the tops of her thighs to stabilize her. Dua felt his stiff cock pressing against her, teasing her. It was what she’d been craving on all the lonely nights in hotel rooms.

“Question,” he asked while working his hands higher up her thighs until he hit her hips. “Why me? A stagehand of all people.”

Dua wiggled in place in his lap while she savored his bulge making her wetter and wetter. “It’s less about what you do, it’s more how you do it.”

She curled her hands over his belt and unwound it from his waist before tugging on the buttons and zipper. Her mystery man stayed quiet and that only made her devious smile grow, knowing her words were rolling around in his mind.

Dua took his length into her hand and stroked loosely. She never broke eye contact, and perhaps that was one of the things Dua was best at.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she made room for herself further down on his knees. She took the opportunity to lick a long line from his balls all the way to his tip, ending with a flicker of her tongue on the sensitive underside.

The man pulled in a sharp breath. His eyes only closed for a second before realizing he couldn’t look away from this. He wouldn’t waste a second of it.

Dua’s plump lips wrapped around his length, and she let her spit slide down his shaft. She sucked him nicely and let her hand work upward to meet her mouth, forming a hot seal. The way he tossed his head back showed her that he needed this.

Moans flowed from her mouth and vibrated against her stranger’s cock. She couldn’t wait much longer and only grew more eager to feel him enter her. She moved back to his chest and kissed along his jawline. The short nightgown eased up as her new lover slipped the fabric through his fingers. All it took was Dua lowering her hips until he was skimming her slick entrance. Dua never minded a bit of teasing, so she slid around, letting his shaft slip and glide through her wetness before fully letting him in.

“Sure are playful, aren’t you?” He raised a brow. One hand inched up to the strap of her dress and pushed it aside revealing one side of Dua’s chest. He grinned and let his hands explore the swell of her tits.

Dua moaned and pushed herself back on his cock, letting him slide inside with ease.

“Fuck,” he sighed. The man broke his own promise to himself when his eyes slipped closed. But he couldn’t help it. The tight wetness surrounding his cock, inching lower and lower in slow motion, left his body buzzing.

He opened his eyes again to see Dua fill his vision, mouth open as she adjusted to him. “Ooh, my god,” she finally said, head falling forward for a second. “You feel so good.”

Her chest fell forward to his and she kissed him again while she started to ride him. Every motion of her body allowed him deeper inside, her wetness gliding between him and running down his cock.

The brunette looked like she was in her own world as she moaned out, each one loud and unapologetic. The man couldn’t help but notice her voice was just as harmonious as when she sang on stage. Her eyes stayed scrunched closed while she worked herself up and down his dick. A little squeal came from her as he got even deeper inside her.

The man hooked his hand behind her jaw. “Making yourself feel good, aren’t you?”

Those dark eyes opened and Dua’s smile returned. “Mhmm.”

The man wasn’t complaining in the least. Feeling Dua work her body on him was exactly what he wanted. Every roll of her hips made his cock throb harder. Every time her firm ass hit his thighs, he felt like he had to hold in a moan of his own.

She sat up and planted her hands on his chest as she continued riding him. The man took the opportunity to reach forward and move the skimpy nightgown out of the way. He felt around until his fingers found her swollen clit also wet with her arousal. A few circles later, Dua was quivering on top of him.

“Natural performer?” He smirked and Dua responded with a louder, whiny moan.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, you’re going to make me come!”

Her knees trembled as she rode him faster, harder. They bumped into his sides, and she dug her nails into his shirt. To be fair, Dua was making herself come, really. Her body was so fit as she worked for that orgasm. Her abs flexed just below the rippling bounces of her petite breasts.

“Get yourself there. Make that pretty pussy come,” he said to her, not letting his fingers veer off her clit.

Dua turned relentless in her riding and her inner walls tightened around her lover’s thickness. When his free hand squeezed at her hip, her entire body tightened. All the tension she’d been holding onto started to unravel deep inside her. Her pussy squeezed around him, and the overwhelming sensation of fullness made her fall forward again. It was like her body was fighting against the cock filling her while she came.

Miraculously, Dua stopped before her lover was able to finish in sync with her. The man was slightly relieved as it was taking a serious level of focus to balance his pleasure and desire to keep this going. Dua sure had given him the ride of his life, but he also wanted a moment of his own to fuck her.

The brunette was crumpled on his chest, moaning while her body pulsed around him. Her slick made its way down his shaft and gathered in a sticky mess on his balls.

“That was...” She panted between words. “Insane. Holy fuck!” Her dark brown eyes rolled back as she gloated.

Her flushed pink cheeks had stray hairs clinging to them so her lover brushed them off her face. “Pick the right stagehand for the job after all?” he asked, trying to conceal his shortness of breath.

Dua bit into her bottom lip. “So far so good. Job isn’t finished though, is it?” She wiggled her hips, and the man felt his cock pulse as he rested inside her.

He coiled an arm around her lower back and flipped her over on the bed. He now hovered between her legs. Dua yanked off her night gown all the way, and reached forward to pry off the man’s jeans and briefs the rest of the way.

“I made a mess on you.” She ran a hand along his cock, squeezing and spreading her wetness around. Her lover couldn’t help but let his eyes roll back under her touch. It was funny the two crossed paths in such an intense way. The man had worked around his fair share of A-list performers and not once did a thing like this happen. Then there was Dua, a superstar-- code word for being able to get anyone she wanted. Yet she seemed to want a stranger, a normal guy who didn't come with drama and flashiness of celebrity life.

Lowering himself onto her, her lover slid inside her tight pussy and relished the hot, wet sensation encompassing his cock. Dua widened her legs for him by hooking her knees in the crook of her elbow. The superstar was so eager for him, it was like he was on top of the world. Finally, he thrust into her in one fluid motion and grabbed at each of her tits. Dua's mouth dropped open as he settled inside, giving her a few half thrusts too. She loved every fucking bit of it, evident by the bright smile lighting up her face, radiating happiness and ecstasy as she took every stroke of his dick that he'd give. He wouldn’t last too much longer, but seeing the beauty crumbling beneath him in pleasure nearly made his vision blur.

Every thrust made his cock ache in the best way possible. Each sent a bolt of pleasure from his cock, right through to his head. Dua was intoxicating, providing him with the sweetest high, both in his body and his headspace. His orgasm climbed higher and made his entire abdomen tighten. Everything threatened to spill over at any second. At this point he wondered if his heart might stop once it took over.

“Yesss, fuck me! Please, please, fuck me.” Dua whined and pleaded and grabbed a handful of the bedding in her grip until her knuckles turned white. She arched her back, and her pussy tightened around her lover once more as she took him.

The man thrust into her faster and harder. The tightness of her inner walls sent him over the edge, and he quickly pulled out to finish on her smooth pussy. His load flowed out in the strongest pulses he’d ever felt or seen, ones that made his knees shake and toes curl until they cramped.

“Fuck! Fucking hell!” he groaned as he gripped his cock, and let the rest of his load spurt onto to Dua. Her pussy looked even prettier with his cum running between her inner lips. She reached down to feel what he’d left behind on her, and smiled as she felt the hot liquid on the tip of one of her slender manicured finger.

“Thanks for being so helpful. Both off and on stage.”

With stars clouding his vision, the man laughed at the fact Dua was the one thanking him.


THE END
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Celebrity Pictures & Gifs (Real) / Re: Kira Kosarin
« Last post by MiamiLyfe on March 27, 2024, 10:02:11 PM »
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Celebrity Pictures & Gifs (Real) / Re: Joey King
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