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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #30 on: April 16, 2019, 12:13:51 PM »
I thought I had already posted my comment, but apparently I didn't, anyways I'm really loving the new chapter.  It I'm only ready a couple of scenes at a time because I am trying to make it last, but I've really enjoyed everything so far.  This is my favorite on-going series.
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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #31 on: November 01, 2019, 02:45:14 AM »
New chapter s about to be posted, so it's a quick bit of catch-up for new comers:


The series takes place in an alternate universe where,t he celebs, instead of being who they are to us, are all students and staff at a college.


Jesse Carr: A recovering hopeless romantic. After a bit of a struggle he finally got the girl, Peyton R. List only for her to go on a semester at sea, effectively ending the relationship. Currently working alongside Madelaine Petsch and Selena Gomez at the restaurant, Knockers. Acting student.

Matt Nelson: Former friend of Jesse and on thin ice with him. Currently still friends with Paul Simmons, though Paul's sliminess is starting to get become apparent. Currently works for Bella Thorne and is getting very close to her and her  number 1 girls, Dove Cameron. Law student.

Bella Thorne: Runs the PSE(porn star experience) brotherl on campus. Is the master of her own destiny. Can be sweet and sugar until she crossed. When that happens her vindictiveness and efficiency in eliminating the problem would rival Michael Corleone. Recently free from the baggage of Reggie, who attempted a coup. She might have to flex her muscles again. IS very fond of both Matt & Dove. Always on the lookout for new talent. Her rules for all employees: No drugs you snort or inject. The only thing you smoke is weed. And have an exit plan. Business student.

Dove Cameron: Bella's favorite and dirtiest girl. Loyal yet ambitious.Has a great amount of affection for both Matt and Bella. Undeclared student.

Victoria Justice: Matt fuck buddy and a total sexual fiend. Loves groups. The more the merrier. Computer science major.

Kelli Berglund: Bella's newest girl. Was instrumental in Reggie's takedown. Put on the rocketship for promotion to Bella's elite girls for her display of loyalty. Blowjob specialist. American History major.

Peter Farrano: Loyal to a fault, a little easily led along by a beautiful face. Best friend since childhood is Camila Mendes. Dating Hailee Steinfeld. Business partners and friends with Sabrina Carpenter. Responsible, attentive, if not a little dense at reading people. The opposite of a smooth operator. Film/director/screenwriting student.

Ben Farrano: Peter's brother and in some ways an opposite. A player and smooth operator. Can read a person like no one's business. COuld be a card shark if her wasn't so cocky. Can not keep it in his pants and thinks he can get away with anything, and usually does. Dating Sabrina. Film/editing student.

Hailee Steinfeld: Bubbly, always smiling, and energetic. Her happy go lucky nature hides a very thoughtful and calm person underneath. Dating Peter. Best friend since childhood is Lili Reinhart. Is way better at reading a situation than her beau.  Tends to wear her heart on her sleeve. Acting student.

Sabrina Carpenter: Sly, clever, sarcastic; Sabrina prides herself on being nobody's fool. Is very fond of an occasional drink. Tries to hide how deeply she cares for people to the point she can blind herself to what's actually going on. Probably closest to Peter. Dating Ben. Film/directing/editing student.

Jose Heyman: A motormouth to the point even Deadpool would ask him to chill. The ultimate case of someone who uses humor and sarcasm to deflect. A professional wrestler as well as a college student, he's far more willing to take risks than his girlfriend, Camila Mendes, would like. A veteran of being emotionally abused in relationship thanks to Kira Kosarin, he found real love with Camila, an irony considering how at their throats they were when they first met. Best friends/tag team partners with Jake. Undeclared student with an interest in electronics.

Jake Triton: Shy and reserved when not in a mask as wrestler Magnus Pain. Jake is a gigantic, mouscle bound teddy bear...unless someone goes a bit to far, which is when he goes into a full on grizzly. Jose's est friend and dating Lili Reinhart after a rather unique courtship. The calm and collected one of the the team, though at times he can blow his stack. Studying Sports medicine.

Camila Mendes: COnfident, sarcastic, and deceptively carin. Camila comes from a rich family but doesn't necessarily like to advertise it. BEst friends with Lili and Peter as well as Peter's high school girlfriend. Head over heels in love with Jose after an awkward courtship that involved them tirelessly insulting each other before they realized they were crazy about each other. Not a fan of Selena Gomez. Undeclared student.

Lili Reinhart: A complete and total sweethart with an addiction to hardcore wrestling. Lili Reinhart is a classic blonde girl next door who's at home watching things that are covered in blood. From horror movies to wrestling, she loves a bit of gore. Has an affinity for writing and FX make-up. Childhood best friend of Hailee's and current best friend of Camila Mendes.  Crazy about Jake despite the odd story of how they get together. English Major.

Madelaine Petsch: Friends with Lili and Cami, Madelaine has had a hard life. From being in the foster system, she learned to take care of herself and not allow anyone in. Tends to be very distant and up until recently was irresistibly drawn to the worst kind of person. Her current boyfriend Jared brought her out of her shell a bit. Head waitress at Knockers. Her main and only busser is Jesse. Studying hotel management.

Selena Gomez: A sweet and caring girl that has tendency to fall for the worst kind of person. Which recently almost brought her entire world crashing down on her. Her ex, a man named Reggie, was grooming her to try and turn her into his own private prostitute.  This was averted through the intervention of Taylor Swift(Selena's best friend) and Bella Thorne. But she may have come out the other side, she shattered her mother's trust in her and may have lost her old friend Peter Farrano forever. She's essentially starting from scratch, trying to rebuild things. Acting major

Taylor Swift: Sorority President. Strong, confident and powerful. It is not wise to mess with Taylor Swift. She acts fast and hold grudges. However, she holds her friends close and opens herself up to them...though she's not above manipulating them to make sure the right thing happens, in Taylor's judgement. Since meeting her new man, Norman, a new softness has begun to overtake her. Her new lover has brought something out of her she didn't really know she had. BEst friends with Taylor Swift and had a summertime fling with Peter. Undeclared.

Norman Dillon: Taylor's beau and computer maestro supreme. Has the same level of bad reputation as Taylor and becoming more than just the occasional business partner with benefits to Taylor has also unleashed a more altruistic side to him. Computer science major.

Scarlett Johansson: Dean of the college and the youngest one in the country. Worked her ass of to get to that position and has a unique background which made her understand exactly  how to keep the balance within the school. Fond of taking a couple samples of fun with the student body. Not entirely proud of her past, which she tires to keep buried.

 
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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #32 on: November 01, 2019, 03:08:12 AM »
All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.

All Star College
by MaxwellLord w/special guest author Slyguy
(MF, MFF, MMF, FF, oral, anal, DP)
Chapter 5

Featured celebs: Hailee Steinfeld, Selena Gomez, Camila Mendes, Lili Reinhart, Madelaine Petsch, Vanessa Morgan, Taylor Swift, Kelli Berglund, Dove Cameron, Lucy Hale, Jessica Chastain, Scarlett Johansson, Anna Kendrick, Victoria Justice, Camila Cabello, Hayley Atwell, Margot Robbie



It was a chilly January night, just a week and a half before school was set to begin. Most of the students and more than a few faculty members were spending those last few precious days of freedom for the most holiest of purposes, partying like there was no tomorrow.

Other people though had work to get done, like unpacking in a new apartment and setting up business websites. That was what Peter Farrano, Hailee Steinfeld and Sabrina Carpenter were doing, with the added accompaniment of Lili Reinhart.

Peter, Hailee, and Sabrina had just begun to settle in to their new apartment, one that they were also sharing with Peter's brother, Ben. Ben's things however, were completely packed up still, as he'd elected to stay behind at his parents' place to get a last few items.

This left his brother and both women a person short for helping to move in, which is where Lili came in. The young blonde was crashing on the couch while Camila was on winter vacation with Jose. And while Camila was back in town, the apartment they'd be sharing wasn't ready yet...and Lili's new mattress hadn't come in yet either. While no one flat out told her to help unpack, she figured it was only fair for the free room and board....and eating, completely by accident, Peter's left over pad thai.

It was a fair arrangement and it gave both Lili and Peter the chance to do something that made Hailee incredibly happy, and that was getting to know each other. It was incredibly important to her that her boyfriend and best friend got along and aside from the dreaded pad thai incident, that was exactly what had happened and Hailee was simply elated, which certainly took some of the pressure she was feeling off. She still had to deal with the fact she hadn't exactly told her parents that Sabrina wasn't her only roommate and didn't know what might happen if they found out about the other occupants of the apartment, particularly the one she was sharing a bed with.

Right now though, there was no bed being shared as the four were all in the small room that Peter and Sabrina were using as an office. Three were standing behind the desk, staring at the computer while Sabrina was proudly showing off the work that she and Peter had done in building websites for their production company and Hailee's acting.

It was Hailee and Lili's first time seeing them, as Peter and Sabrina had been working on the sites on and off between local commercial gigs, unpacking and finishing up the final draft of the feature they'd hoped to film over the course of the year. Now, it was time for judgement from the first two people to see the sites outside of the two who actually made them.

"So, what do you guys think?" Sabrina asked. "And please, there's no praise too small for the miracles I have worked. Oh, and Peter helped too. He can get the small praise."

"They look great!" Hailee exclaimed. "I really like you guys interviewed each other for your profile pages. And they each look like they fit you guys. And the reels you guys did of your works. And the miniature construction time lapse was amazing honey!" Hailee leaned over, kissing Peter on the cheek. "And my site is soo good too! It all looks so professional."

"I'm going to have to agree with the bubbly one," said Lili. "It looks great. I mean if I needed a website, I'd totally ask you guys for help. Of course that would require me having something worth advertising that I wanted to do 100% for sure besides maybe perhaps kind of writing a novel."

"Well if you ever decide we're more than willing maybe perhaps kind of and also most definitely take payment," said Sabrina. "At a discount, of course."

"Of course," Lili said with a laugh. "And as much as I'd like to go over everything amazing about the work you guys did pixel by pixel, I need to hit the couch. I have to be up early to open up the store."

"I thought you didn't have to go in until twelve," Hailee said.

"No, I need to go earlier so I can have lunch earlier and meet you and Cami. So really I'm making this ultimate sacrifice for my two best friends...true this also means I get off early so I can meet my man at his new place the moment he gets back in town."

"Honestly calling it an early night isn't such a bad idea," added Peter. "Sabs and I need to finish cutting the commercial for the Whisky Casket. Then we're going to start putting together our pitch for Camila...."

"Which I think is a waste of time," said Sabrina. "Seriously Pete, if you two are all nursery-mates and shit just ask her if she wants to back our movie."

"Sabrina, I pride myself on the fact I've never asked Camila for a dime. She doesn't like a big deal to made of her money, and asking her to fund our feature film debut would be making kind of a big deal about it."

"Honestly Sabrina's right," Lili said. "I mean, you know Camila just like I do. There won't be a problem. Making a big presentation out of it might just make it more difficult. Besides, growing up you probably got dropped off at school in her limo a couple times so its not like you haven't already reaped some benefits."

"Translation: grow a pair," said Sabrina. "Seriously, the worst she can say is no...or yes and she wants creative input."

"Haiz, help me out here."

"Um....I kind of agree?" Hailee said. "The most presentation you need to maybe show her the script and the proof of concept thing we shot."

"In other words your dear girlfriend is saying your power point presentation isn't needed," said Sabrina.

"Fine." Peter leaned against the wall, accepting defeat. "Still, we should finish that commercial ASAP."

"Agreed. I mean if we do that I'm going to have more time to yell at your idiot brother when he finally shows up for not returning a single one of my calls."

"And on that note, bedtime," Lili said, cutting right through the awkwardness. "See you guys in the morning. And Hailee, be seeing you and Cami at lunch tomorrow."

Lili got herself out of the room as quick as possible, and now Hailee was aiming to do the same.

"I'm next on the knockout list."

"You can say that again,” Peter said, getting a giggle from Hailee.

"That is the corniest thing I've ever heard," she said before giving him a quick kiss. "I'll see you in bed, mister. And Sabrina, I'm sure Ben has a good reason. I mean, maybe he's on the road and he can't answer the phone. Or his phone's dead."

"Uh-huh." Sabrina replied. "Night Haiz."

Hailee looked to Peter and shrugged, then exited the room herself.

"You know she's probably right," Peter said.

"Damn you're a bad liar," Sabrina said. "At least try to believe it yourself before you say it." Sabrina put the computer to sleep then stood up and leaned her back against the wall and her head against Peter's arm. "He's read every text. He's just choosing to not respond. Why is he such an asshole?"

"Years of practice." Peter replied. "But in all honesty, he's just bad with texts unless there's money or sex involved."

"Yeah, well after this he'll be lucky if I do any touching of his dick that's not kicking him directly in it for a while. I mean how hard is it to respond with a simple "k" or "see u soon" or anything?"

Peter put his arm around Sabrina, comforting his pint-sized pal. "You honestly get used to him being like that. It's not perfect but honestly it's probably the least of his bad habits."

"Oh boy, that journey of discovery is gonna be a hoot and a holler....I think I went WAY too fast with him. Moving in and stuff. You and Hailee? That works. It'd almost be sickeningly sweet if two weren't so genuinely in to each other. Me and Ben...I think I let my libido do way too much of my thinking."

"Well, on the bright side the only names on the lease for this place are yours and mine, so if worse comes to worse we can always kick Ben out."

"I'm going to hold you to that. As it is he's not sleeping in my bed for a while. And since Lili has the couch and has actually returned more texts to me than my fucking boyfriend, Ben gets the floor of the office. And fourth dibs on the restroom."

"...but we have two bathrooms," said Peter.

"I know...that's how far down the totem pole he is. He has to ask the neighbors if they have to shit first."

*******

Ben Farrano felt very odd. It was mixture of guilt and nerves. But at least the texts had finally stopped. He didn't want to be an asshole to Sabrina. He liked her and she was amazing in bed. He just didn't know if he wanted to live with her...or be exclusive to her. That whole "one woman guy" thing was way more of his brother's thing than his.

It wasn't like he didn't like Sabrina. Hell, most of his drive back from his parents' place was spent trying to figure out how to clue Sabrina in on his idea of an open relationship and not get kicked out of the apartment.

There wasn't anything wrong with her. She was funny, like to party and was just plain awesome... if Ben was the settling down type. But he wasn't. And this was college. He pretty much only accepted the invite for the apartment under the assumption he'd get his own room.

Sure, he could respond to the texts, maybe even call Sabrina and just be honest...but then he might not get to sleep with her again, which he wasn't ready to say no to. Besides, maybe he could get into the whole "monogamy" thing at some point.

However, that could be thought of later. Right now, he was in the Whisky Casket, only two beers deep and flirting big time with the sexy little bartender. And he meant little, she couldn't have been that much over five feet tall. She was a petite number, but with a cute ass and gorgeous hazel eyes. They'd hit it off after the first beer, and not in the usual "hot bartender flirting to get a better tip." kind of way. With an ass like that she knew she was getting a good tip. The conversation wasn't deep or anything but the intent of every word was very, very clear to the point subtext felt like a total misnomer.



Still, he didn't know her name or vice versa. Which could work out well if this just turned into a one night stand.

She looked over to him and gave him a smile as she finished giving a few patrons their drinks, then made her way back over to him.

"Another beer?" she asked, hand ready to serve.

"Actually, I was thinking something a little stronger."

"A believe that's English for Tequila," she said with a smirk, reaching for a bottle of a good reposado. Joining the bottle on the bar were a couple of slices of lime, a salt shaker, and two shot glasses.

"You joining in?"

"Of course," she smiled. "Your shot is on the house and my shot is on you."

"Sounds more like two for the price of one."

"It does, doesn't it?" The two exchanged looks as she filled both glasses. Her eyes were still locked on his when she grabbed his hand and licked the flesh between the index finger and thumb, then did the same to her own hand before sprinkling salt on them both.

"Bottom's up," she said, clinking her shot glass to Ben's before they both took the shot. They both followed the traditional tequila shot protocol of salt then lime before slamming those shot glasses down.

"Wooo!" Ben exclaimed as the tequila burned down his throat. "Good call."

"Well, there's more," she said with a smile. "All on the house, if you want."

"Well, what's the catch?"

"Well, I'm about to go on break and I don't want to drink alone..."

"Well, I don't usually go on breaks with strange bartenders I just met."

"Fair enough," she laughed. "The name's Lucy Hale."

"I'm Ben Farrano."

"Well, with that formality out of the way, care to join me for a couple more drinks and...whatever those drinks may lead to?" Lucy grabbed a few lime slices with one hand and out other and Ben took it. She lead him to a staircase in the corner, the door marked employees only. The pair entered after Lucy also grabbed the tequila bottle.

The staircase took them to the roof, where Ben saw a few tables and chairs alongside a big couch right up against the lip of the roof alongside a few lamps to add light to the area.

"Welcome to the break room," Lucy said. She lead Ben to the couch, offering him a seat while she grabbed a chair and set the tequila down on a table littered with a couple of shot glasses and a salt shaker as well as well. As he sat down, she spun the chair around, the back facing forward. Lucy then sat down at it, a sexy, confident smile on her face.

"So Benjamin," she said, "I'm guessing you're a college boy."

"Good guess. My guess would be you're a college girl."

"Ding ding. You study anything interesting?"

"Film with a focus on editing. An actual applicable skill. What about you?"

"You don't want to guess?"

"I could but it'd probably go into some cheesy line about how you should be a model."

Lucy laughed at the line that pretended to not be a line. "Little bit too short for that at five foot two. No, I'm in music. I want to be a singer, actually. Musical theatre. Very inapplicable skill. Hence the bar-tending. Typical Memphis girl, a guitar and a dream."

"Well, on the bright side I think the cowboy boots and tight cut-off will work with either career."

"Thanks," said Lucy. "Helps me get what I want. Tips...and the right kind of attention."

"What about the wrong kind of attention?" asked Ben.

"Well the green belt in Tai Kwan Do takes care of that. But don't worry, I'm gentle."

"I didn't know I should have been worrying." Lucy smirked at him and got up from the chair. She made the short walk over to the couch and straddled Ben, his hands going right to her ass, cupping it through the tight denim of her cut-offs.

"You might not be able to walk for a little bit afterwards," said Lucy, licking at Ben's lips, teasing him a bit before giving his a quick, electric kiss. "I'm thinking you're more than willing to take that risk."

Lucy leaned her lips over his, hovering and teasing him for a few more eternal seconds before finally giving him that contact he was already starving for. The spark erupted in a full-fledged fire storm. Lips and and tongues and a hurricane of lust.

The flurry of kisses broke and Lucy sunk to her knees. Her hands were quick and precise, undoing his fly and releasing his prick. Lucy's hazel eyes burned with a hit of hot fire that melted any form of logic in Ben's brain. It was all about pleasure now and both of them were more than ready to deliver.

"Oh FUCK," he growled. Lucy had essentially engulfed his cock in one swift gulp, taking him into her throat right off the bat. Ben's back arched in the surprise and pleasure of the moment, his head rolling back as he was held in her throat for an all too brief few seconds of pleasure.

Lucy jacked his cock,her first a slick and shiny blur while she regained her breath. She sucked and licked his balls, making them glisten with her saliva before returning her mouth to his cock.

The moment her lips made contact once more with the sensitive flesh of his prick Ben couldn't help but move his hands down and holding her brownish-blonde hair back while she sucked him, almost guiding her up and down his prick. Lucy didn't mind with the assist. He knew what he liked, and she certainly wasn't going to be quiet about what she liked, despite them being out in the open on the roof.

"Yeah...yeah just like that baby," he said. "Work that...work the fucking head...mmmm FUCK yeah just like that...."

Lucy's full lips were wrapped around the bulbous head of his cock, her tongue performing several acts of sinful worship on it while his shaft was pumped and teased by her soft and skilled hand. She was so wet, her body aching for his cock, to be filled. Keeping him on that razor's edge of pleasure was just the sizzle on the steak, making her hunger even more voracious.

Lucy pulled her mouth from his cock and got back to her feet. Ben was a rapt audience as the petite country girl shed her clothes, peeling off those oh so tight Daisy Dukes and throwing her yellow top aside. She kept the boots n though. She knew men loved it when she did that and Ben was no different.

She returned to a familiar position, straddling Ben on the couch. Lucy's eyes fluttered as she sunk down on his hard cock, goose pimples popping up on her flesh as he filled her inch by rigid inch.

"Oh fuck yeah Lucy," He said, his grip firm on her wonderful little peach of an ass. "Ride that cock, cowgirl."

"Oh is that what you want baby...me riding this hard fucking dick" she asked, her voice sultry, adding the slight southern twang she'd managed to all but abandon. She still found it useful it times like this. The cowgirl thing was predictable, but it turned her one. One of the many reasons she fucked in her boots.

The pace was furious. Any and all walking by the bar could have heard them, but neither Lucy or Ben cared. It all felts to good. How she moved on his cock, grinding onto him, working herself on his cock and making sure that rock solid cock hit every inch it could. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as his grip on her ass tightened.

"Oh fuck yes suck my titties," she hissed. Ben pulled her closer and sucked her pink nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the tender flesh. He felt Lucy's pussy milk and squeeze him a bit tighter from the extra bit of stimulation to he delightful little tits. He was deep in her pussy as well...but couldn't help but want to go a bit deeper.

As he held Lucy, Ben flipped her on to her back on the couch, moving her legs her knees were hooked on his shoulders. He rubbed and kissed her knee, looking into those hazel eyes with a cocked eyebrow as he began to drive into her once more, much deeper than before.

"Oh FUUUUUCK," bellowed Lucy. He was already hitting the spot, the perfect spot. "Fuck me...oh fucking take your fucking cowgirl...ohhhh FUCK!" Lucy braced her arms against the couch arm as Ben happily fulfilled her request.

He had her hard, fast and hungry, their lips in near constant contact,breaking only to moan, gasp, growl, beg for more from each other.

"You like this cock? Like this cock baby?" Ben asked, giving every question the punctuation mark of an extra hard thrust.

"Oh...mmmm just fuck me... fuck me with that nice fucking cock... oh, god damn it, YES!" The lamplight glistened on Lucy's sweat soaked skin, creating an almost ethereal sheen. She and Ben were right on that delicate and pleasurable edge between sinner and saint and didn't care on which side they fell at the moment.

"I... oh fuck, yes... I wanna ride you again ...ride...uh...ri---ugh... ride you till I cum...."

With a heavy kiss Ben pulled out of Lucy and sat back up. Lucy got back to her feet, then turned her back to him. This cowgirl was going to go in reverse.

Ben took hold of Lucy's lovely ass once more as she once more lowered her delectable cunt on his cock.

"Oooohhh, fuck, just perfect" she said. She leaned back, kissing Ben. She then braced her arms on his thighs and began a hard, fast and furious last ride. She rode and bucked her bronco, the two of them lustfully howling at the moon as pleasure coursed through their veins, the best drug giving them the best high.

While Lucy's hand gripped Ben's thighs, his hand went to her perky petite tits. Holding thing, cupping them, rolling her pink nipples in his fingers, savoring her flesh on his. With one hand still at Lucy's tits, the other trailed down to her clit, giving her an extra little jolt of pleasure to mix in with the rest of the recipe.

"YES!" Lucy cried. "Yeah... yeah, make me cum... fucking make me cum on your cock...make your fucking cowgirl cum!"

Lucy slowed her ride down to grind on his cock, making Ben shiver and swoon from the sensations. Soon enough though, she was back into her full swing, frantic pace. Anyone walking past the bar would have heard them, a sexual symphony of moans, groans, and colliding skin.

"Yes...yesss...YEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAA FUCK!" She came, still riding Ben's turgid member, albeit much more chaotically. She leaned back, kissing him, their tongues almost wrestling with each other as pleasure hit her like a tidal wave. And Ben was close too, they could both sense it....and Lucy had one more treat for him.

She hopped from his cock and back to his knees. With lightning speed she grabbed the shot glass, salt shaker and a lime slice then took his cock into her mouth, Lucy savoring her own flavor on his dick.

Oh...oh fuck...oh shit gonna cum...yeah that's it...oh fuck Lucy...just....just like...FUCK!"

Before the first stream to fill her mouth Lucy removed it and aimed Ben's pulsing in the shot glass.

"Yeah baby fill it up...gimme one last drink, just like that...." Lucy watched intently as Ben's cock throbbed, his cum shooting into the glass. Once it was done, every drop out, Lucy released his cock then went for the salt shaker, sprinkling on her hand. She looked at him with a smoldering gaze and knocked shot of cum back, then went for the lime, sucking the juice down with the cum.

"Holy shit," Ben said, in awe of Lucy's final  little bit of pleasure. "I guess that drink was on me."

"Very observant." she replied, reaching for her jean shorts. She took out a small notepad with a pencil through the metal ring binding. She scribbled down her phone number and handed to him "Here's your tip. Call me or you're actually going to pay for your drinks next time."
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"Sorry about the couch," Taylor said to Selena. She handed her friend the best pillow she had and a big comfy blanket. "It's all I've got right now. MY office isn't even set up and unless it's Norman I'm not really into sharing a bed with anyone."

"Taylor, it's no problem," Selena said. "I mean it's not like I can afford the dorms anymore with my mom cutting me off after the whole New Year's thing. Besides, it's a big couch."

"Mom's still mad huh?"

"To put it lightly." Selena took a seat on the couch, Taylor joining her. "I mean I get it. She was and is mad from the lying...then when my grades came in she was even angrier. I'm glad she's even paying for half my classes. I got myself into this and I'm getting myself out of it. With some help from a good friend, obviously."

"It is no problem," said Taylor, giving Selena a quick hug. "And you're already getting back on your feet with that new job."

"Yeah, at Knockers."

"Hey, a job is a job and you need the money. I mean you're here rent free but you're getting your own food and paying for your phone all on your own. And this couch isn't forever."

"I know. And thanks, again. It's just...I have a lot I need to make up for. And not just with my mom.  really need to make things right with Peter."

"Sweetie, I know you feel bad about it...and honestly you should," Taylor said as reassuringly as she could. "But worry about fixing yourself first before fixing a friendship, okay?"

"Tay, I blew it and I really hurt him."

"Yes, you did blow it. But you got hurt too with Reggie. Let that stuff heal, get your head straight, and then maybe you can rebuild that."

"Yeah..." Selena said, thinking back on all the mistakes she made, and not just recently. Her mind searched for something happier to speak o, rather than dwell in the doldrums. "So, you and Norman huh? How's that going?"

"Much better than i could have ever expected," Taylor said, smiling slyly. "If you had told me I'd be fucking Norm for anything other than business transactions last year I would have laughed in your face... but he's honestly sweeter than you'd think...and can be a total viper when necessary."

"Sounds familiar."

"It does, doesn't it?" laughed Taylor. "IT's so hard to find a partner who understands things like that, it really is. And melding with them so perfectly sexually...damn. Dirty and soft, dominant and submissive...fuck I'm kind of hankering for a booty call right now thinking about it."

"Well, I'm happy for you Tay," said Selena. "You deserve it. I know it's not always easy for you to make friends, let alone get involved with someone on a more than casual basis. He must be something special. I'm honestly kind of shocked he's not moving in with you instead of me."

"Oh girl please," Taylor said. "I like Norman, a lot, but I am ot ready to live with anyone, present company excluded obviously. Besides, he likes his privacy too. It's not like I don't have certain...plans next month for our first Valentines day."

"Care to dish?" Selena asked.

"Maybe," said Taylor, her red lips spreading into a knowing smile. "Let's just say Karlie is proving herself more useful to me after we've broken up than she ever did while we were together. She left all her Victoria's Secret gift cards in the sorority house when she went over to Katy. I reap the benefits of her idiocy. As I tend to do when i face idiots."

"Always so sentimental," Selena joked. "I'm sure Norman is going to love whatever you have in mind."

"Oh of course," Taylor said, pursing her lips. "I think it's going to be a real crowd pleaser."

*******

For Matt Nelson, it had been a unique and fun experience working fro Bella. He was still just a law student, but he knew enough to make himself useful. And in addition to that, he had an amazing way with numbers. Who knew being a mathlete would pay off by working for a madame.

In a short time he'd climbed fairly high in Bella Thorne's ranks, and gained many privileges. Obviously his favorite was the free time with the girls. He'd discovered his favorites already, Dove and Bella herself. Bella had teased him about sucking up to the boss, which he tended to counter with another joke about her being far better at sucking up than he could be. It was a friendly little back and forth. He had his moments with Dove as well that didn't involve sex, just conversations about life and school of all things.

Still, he had his eye on trying other women under Bella's employ, including the rising star that was Kelli Berglund, who was just about to go through her own little employee review, as Bella put it, as well as a test to see if she was ready to become one of Bella's top earners.

Obviously other perks existed as well. Knowing Bella and being one of her guys or girls opened certain doors in town for you. Then there was the pay, taxi service on the house through Bella's preferred service. She didn't want any of her employees,  whether they be on their knees or not, caught driving under the influence and getting in trouble she couldn't get them out of.

Of course, these perks came from doing actual work for Bella. Ms. Thorne was not in the charity business. Pussy was never free. And Matt was busy getting some work done for Bella. He was going over her accounting books, two different sets actually. One Bella did by herself, one she had others do for her. She didn't tell Matt why she dd it this way, but it was easy to figure it out. It was an easy way to see if anyone was screwing her over. And with Bella being a bona fide business and accounting genius, she had never fucked a single on of her professors on those subjects or any related until after she was done with the classes, she'd probably caught on to something fishy. She just needed a fresh pair of eyes. And those eyes belonged to Matt.

She called him three days prior, still on her winter break to ask this favor of him, promising him the most amazing bonus if he could take the time out of his vacation schedule to double check  things for her. She even game him access to the secret safe where she kept her own ledgers.

That had been exactly what he'd been doing for the past three days in Bella's own massive office. Checking and double checking both ledgers. At this point it was a triple check, but it was the same conclusion repeatedly; someone was ripping off Bella. It was someone good. They hadn't been at it too long either but had come after her from so many different arenas. Enough where they could plausibly cover it up as an accounting error. But this many and across so many arenas of Bella's business, something was off. And he legitimately didn't know how to tell her. Was he a suspect? Is that why she asked him to look? Was there a right answer he could give her that wouldn't implicate him?

He was innocent of course. He liked his job and the perks and how much upward growth there could be being the personal attorney for someone like Bella once he graduated law school. As it was, he had a fairly good idea of who it was exactly. Two suspects, one PRIME suspect. But he didn't want to say it...or believe it in all honesty.

He closed both books and put his head in his hands, unsure of exactly what to do. That was when some relief walked into the office door.



“Hey there sunshine,” Dove Cameron said, the smile on her face a combination of flirty and defiant. “You burn all that midnight oil, or there still some left over for me?”

Matt lifted his head, smile forming as an opportunity to work out all his anxiety was presenting itself to him “It's a possibility.”

“How about we make it a reality?” Dove went to the bar in Bella's office. She grabbed two glasses and poured a bit of vodka in both, the added just a bit of cranberry juice from the mini-fridge. “I could really use my favorite fuck right now. All I had today were a couple blowjobs and a two pump chump...well, not two pump because he came before his cock even got put inside me then cried. But paid in full plus a bit of a tip so whatever. Kinks are kinks, right?”

“Of course...and right now your kink is for a good cock inside you, isn't?”

“Mmmmm, you read my filthy fucking mind, Matty.” Dove licked her full, plump lips and walked toward the desk Matt sat behind. She leaned over the desk, placing the two glasses directly in front of Matt, then moved around to where he was sitting and got on her knees in front of him.

Dove brought her hand to his thighs, parting his legs and moving her delicate hands to his knees, rapping her nails on them. The two exchanged smiles that were a mix of endearing and smoldering to each other.




“You know it's rare you find such a perfect sexual match n this business,” Dove said. “Especially if you're the one being paid to be on her back. Of course it doesn't hurt that you're not a fucking moron either who needs to be told he's the “best fuck ever” every five minutes.”

“I prefer such compliments to come naturally.” he relied grinning. “So, every six minutes is when I expect it.”

“Clever boy.” Dove's hands slid up his legs to his belt. They were like a surgeons hands with how quickly and skillfully they undid them. She began to pull his pants down to his ankles, exposing the bottom half his body to the air. His cock was pointing straight out, waiting for Dove to begin.

“That's another upside, you're always ready.” She looked at him and winked before grasping his cock. The anticipation was heavy for her to put his rock hard dick in her mouth, the seconds her waited stretching in ages in his mind. Dove made those ages last an amazing eternity.

She extended her tongue, licking and encircling the head at first before resting it right under the crown. From there, her magic tongue licked back and forth, lovingly slow to lustfully fast and back. The corners of her mouth upturned into a smile as Matt shivered and shook. Dove loved doing that to men...especially Matt recently.

“Mmmm damn Dove,” Matt groaned, a smile one his face. All the tension he had soon faded from his body as he leaned back and enjoyed the oral treats Dove was giving him.

She wasn't trying to make him cum. This was an appetizer blowjob, not a main course. Just enough to make him quiver and moan, to feel like he could blow at any minute but genuinly be miles away from that location. And Dove knew just who to do it. Tongue, pouty lips, ruby red-nailed fingers, and a gaze that could knock a man on his back if she so desired. A full tool box designed to keep Matt's tool on an eternal edge and keep the pump primed.

Sow and sensual sucking, furiously fast slurping, it was all in build up to what was coming next. Dove took Matt's cock from between those pillow lips and slapped it all over her face, moaning with every self-inflicted smack.

With his cock free, Matt was ready for something else, and from the heat behind Dove's eyes he could she was ready too.

“Get up and bend over the fucking desk Dove,” he demanded. “Now.”

“Ooh, you know it makes me wet when you get all demanding,” Dove said with a wink. She got to her feet and bent over right in front of him, the angle showing off to Matt that she had come very prepared, lacking any underwear.

He got up from his seat and stood right behind Dove. He grabbed her skirt and roughly hiked it up to the platinum blonde's waste, Dove laughing lustfully with every jerk of her tight skirt. She looked over her shoulder at him,her tongue our and curling up over her upper lip. Anticipation was a hell of a drug.

“Bent over a desk, that nice round ass in front of me...I think we both know what I want Dove,” Matt said, opening one of the top drawer's in Bella's desk.

“Damn right.” replied Dove. “I'd be disappointed if that wasn't the first thing on your mind...because frankly I've been in the mood for a good cock in my ass all fucking night.”

“I think I can oblige,” Matt said, adding some lube to his already slobber-covered cock. He put his hand on the small of Dove's back, pressing her forward until her upper half was prone on the surface of the desk. Then both hands went to the pale cheeks of her ass, prying them apart before moving one hand to his cock to guide it right towards his tight little target.

“Oh FUCK, yessssss,” hissed Dove. Matt's cock and pressed against and gone through her asshole. Soon his entire length found a tight and cozy home up her ass. There was no need for a build up or a grace period for Dove to get used to it. At this point she was quite familiar with how Matt's cock felt up his ass and how he liked it. And what luck...it was just how she liked it.

“Say it,” Matt said, his pace steady and hard. Savage, but with a tenderness, a caress over her skin with every savage thrust, leaning over for a kiss for every loud smack on her ass. “Say... say what you fucking love, Dove.”

“FUCK!” she yelled, slamming her hand down hard on the desk. “You...mmm...your..fuuuucking cock! I love how it feels..pussy...mouth...but especially my ass...mmmm so don't you fucking stop...go harder...faster...gimme that fucking dick!”

Matt's hands moved to her shoulder, getting a good grip and giving in to Dove's more than reasonable demand. Her howls approval were a more than worthy reward, a great bit of garnish to the sensation of being up her tight little asshole. Always so tight, despite her profession. It  might at one time have slightly surprised Matt, but at this point her just accept it as one of the many gifts Dove had to offer.

When her pull her up, her back now arched, he exposed another one of those gifts of her body and tore her blouse up  like he was opening a Christmas present. The buttons flew about the office as his hungry hands pawed and grabbed at her full tits.

Dove was loving every moment of it. The cock up her ass, hard and fast. All in the hunt for pleasure and release. It made her wet and put her right on the cliff of a gigantic orgasm. She knew she was one in a million in that way, how a guy could go straight for her ass and make her cum. Not just any guy could do it though. Sure, she had a few clients who could, and those were the A-Team that got her ass with no up charge after a while.

Obviously, Matt was among this elite...and then some. She'd probably have given it up for free to him without him being one of Bella's made guys. HE got it. He got her, and just what she wanted in the bed room. Someone who could fuck like an animal but still have some tenderness smoldering under the surface. There was a difference between having her, no matter how, and ravaging her...using her. Between calling her a whore and treating her like one.

She may have been a dirty, slutty little whore but that was her job. She still wanted to be treated like lady, and Matt can pull that off. All while fucking her up the ass like a man possessed.

So for such a special guy, Dove loved turning the heat up. The filth spewing from her mouth, pushing her ass back and meeting him thrust for thrust, squeezing her ass around his cock, all while gazing at him over her shoulder, her face never giving up it's look, daring him with a steaming intensity to never stop, to keep taking her harder, faster...to keep pushing until they both reached the limit.

“Yeah...oh fuck Matt yeah...fucking use that cock...best fucking cock I ever had...fucking show me how much you fucking want it...FUCK ME!!!”

“Yeah...gonna fuck you... gonna fucking cum up your ass... fucking... nnnngggmmmmfucking, fill you up!!!”

“DO it...I love it...fuckkkk...love it when you fill my ass with cum...that hard...throbbing cock...” Every pause in her speech as accentuated with a grind of her hips. “Ever pulse when it shoots... ohh, fuck.... mmmm, makes me want to fucking cum while your pump me full of yours....”

He slapped her ass hard, getting happy yelp from Dove's mouth. He took a grip on her hips once more, holding tight for what they both knew was going to be the last ride.

Dove's moans of passion got hungrier, deeper. She hung her head forward, her platinum locks swaying back and forth with every thrust. The colliding of flesh got harder and faster, both aching, begging for a release that was just within their grasp. It was always a photo finish with them.

“FUCK!” out Matt, freezing in place as he pumped Dove's ass full of his cum, only to be followed moments later by Dove's own cry of passion, the convulsions of her ass making his orgasm even greater. And the same was true for her as well, with every stream of his cum bringing her to new heights of pleasure. The warmth, his thick and pulsing member. The best way to end a night.

Matt fell back in his chair, Dove coming with him, his cock still embedded in her ass. She turned her head and kissed him, the collision of lips sensual and tired. Still with fire behind it though, a fire that grew a little with the intensity they had left as her wrapped his arms around her and held her in his arms until her went soft and slipped out of her ass.

“Mmmm, that hit the spot,” said Dove. “Now it's time for a nice, hot bath to get clean after all this filth.” She kissed Mike once more than got to her feet, shedding her clothes completely as she left the office. She stopped at the door and looked at him, her eyes beckoning him. “You joining me or not?”

Dove Cameron, enemy of anxiety.




 
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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #34 on: November 01, 2019, 04:22:00 AM »
******
Ben was still shaking off a hangover from Hell that even the complimentary nookie provided by Lucy Hale the night previous didn't numb in some magical, preventive care in the form of orgasm way.

He had gotten way too drunk to drive and ended up sleeping in his car the night before. Sabrina had stopped texting him long before he even got to the bar and she hadn't even attempted to contact him at all this morning. It was only seven o'clock...but she'd still gone silent. He was not looking forward to hearing what she had to say.

He stepped carefully down the hall to what he believed was going to be his new apartment. He was carrying a box full of assorted things from his old room, trying desperately to manage his pounding head.

He found the apartment, no. 75. He knocked on the door, not yet having gotten his own key.

When the door opened, a gorgeous blonde he didn't quite recognize opened the door, looking at him through the small space allowed by the security chain.

“Hello?”

“Yeah...um...I think this is my apartment?” Ben said. “I'm Peter's brother.”

“Oh yeah,” the blonde said. She closed the door and reopened it, chain free. “Come in.” She held the door open and Ben stumbled in, dropping his box to the side. He then looked at her, flashing what he hoped was his most charming smile.  Lili wasn't having it. “So...you're Peter's brother...huh.”

“Yeah...and what about you?” Ben asked. “Side piece?”

“No, I'm Hailee's friend. You know, Hailee, right? Lives here too, Peter's girlfriend. I'm crashing here until I move into my place.” Lili sneered at Ben  and rolled her eyes. “Looks like Peter got the charm in the family.” she thought to herself. She could literally feeling him stripping her with his eyes.  She poured herself a cup of coffee and stood by the kitchen counter. “He and Sabrina are in the office finishing up the commercial they shot.”

“Yeah...how mad is Sabrina?”

“Well, I won't tell  her you just called me your brother's side piece and have been staring at my tits like they're jugs of water after a week in the Sahara so you'll have a chance at just being yelled at,” said Lili. “Also as a bonus I won't mention it to my boyfriend and just consider your douchieness so far  the result of still being a teeny bit drunk.”

“You're all heart...uh...what was your name?”

“Lili.”

“Lovely name for such a warm woman.” Ben's voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Office huh?” Lili nodded. Ben sighed and got to his feet, ready to make the march to executioner's row. However, the door to the office opened and out came Peter and Sabrina, mid-conversation talking about what was the best melted-cheese shot to use in the restaurant commercial as well as setting up auditions for their film. All conversation stopped the moment Sabrina's bright eyes looked upon Ben. Happy went to stern as she breezed past him right into the kitchen.

“Is it cool if I get a cop of coffee Lils?” Sabrina asked, going for a mug.

“Sure, it's your place.” the  blonde responded, slowly backing away from the awkwardness building in the room.

Sabrina poured the coffee and took a sip, smiling at Lili. “This is damn fine coffee, and I'm not saying that just because I binge watched Twin Peaks last week with Peter and still have Kyle MacLachlan on the brain. Good job.” Then her eyes went to Ben, staring daggers of pure ice at him.

“What, no hello?” he said, trying to break the tension. He looked all around the room then to his brother for help. But no one was throwing him a rope on this one.

“So you chose to get drunk instead of respond to my texts,” said Sabrina.

“What? No...”

“Don't lie. I've had enough Jack in my time to have a private tour of the distillery any time I want, all expenses paid. I know when someone smells like a distillery and you smell like a distillery fucked a brewery then they both passed out in tequila puke.”

“What, you'd prefer I drive home drunk?”

“But you did. I can tell the difference between hung over and still drunk. You're slurring your words just a bit too much. Pausing just little bit to long. And your eyes are fucking glassed over. So you may not be black out drunk, but your still a bit more than buzzed. But you know what? I could forgive all that pretty easily. I'd call you a moron for driving drunk for sure and but we'd be fine after. No, see, here's what bothers me.”

Sabrina set her mug down and made her way over to Ben, staring right up at him, no fear in her at all. All the fear in the room seemed to have been sucked in to Peter and Lili, who had ended up together at the small kitchenette table. They were almost huddled together like frightened cave people, watching in awe as an apex predator was getting ready to tear apart much larger prey.

“You read everything I sent. All five of my texts...I got the notifications. Not a single damn response. Not a “be there soon” or a “got a drink, not good to drive” or even a fucking “k”. I got nothing but actual proof you were ignoring me. Now, I'd get it if I was just a one night stand but we fucked A LOT over Christmas and for Christ's sake we're living in the same apartment in the same god damn room so I guess I expect a little common respect, Ben!”

“Sabs, come on,” he said. “I messed up, I know. I was just a little stressed out you know. Big move  and all. My mind got all jumbled and then I started drinking and, well, you  know.”

“Uh huh,” she said, arms folded. “Here's how its going to go, okay? You are getting the honor of sleeping it off in bed today, got it? I'm not going to talk to you about this anymore until you're 100% sober and not trying to condescend to me and make me sound obsessed or anything. I'm not joking, I'm not going to be flattered. Understood?”

“Yeah,” he said, defeated...as well as a bit guilty. He didn't think he'd hurt her this much. Honestly Ben thought she'd be screaming her head off at him. But this? This was actual, full on anger and hurt. Barely a raised tone. He got up and headed to the bedroom he thought would be his. He was glad that she didn't also know about the dalliance with Lucy...or that he still had her number.

Once the door shut she turned her face to Peter and Lili and the stern look from before melted away into a more traditional smiling face that she was known for, but still not at full blast.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked.

“Yeah.” Sarina replied, taking her own seat. “Relieved I was able to do that without screaming...and surprised you didn't jump in for some brotherly protection, Pete.”

“Well, you were right,” Peter said, getting a shocked look from both women. “What? Sabrina's right and no one ever talks to him like that. He pretty much gets an ass pat from mom & dad or at worst a wag of the finger.”

“Oh he was one of those,” said Lili. “So why are you the good one?”

“Hey!” Sabrina said. “I still might be dating him so don't insinuate I got the bad one!”

“Sabs, before you even left the room he spent our entire introduction staring at my tits.”

“To be fair, so do I.”

“Yeah but that's because you only come up to my tits Sabrina.”

“True...but still they are REALLY good boobs,” Sabrina said with a much bigger smile.

“Fair enough,” Lili responded laughing as well. “There's also the matter that he thought I was Peter's side piece....”

“Oh good god,” said Peter. He hoped if he buried himself deep enough in his own hands he could disappear from existence via facepalm. “I'm so sorry Lili. First off I don't do the whole side piece thing and secondly you're way too out of the realm of being a sidepiece piece thing and thirdly I hope if I compliment you enough you won't mention he said that to Hailee and make it even MORE awkward than its going to be.”

“No problem...as long as we're even on the whole pad thai thing,” said Lili, holding her hand out to seal the agreement on a handshake, which Peter took. “However if he hits on me himself nothing si stopping from telling both Hailee and Jake.”

“If he does that he deserves it...wouldn't be the first stupid thing he's done he can't get himself out of.”

Before Peter could elaborate on the many tales of his brother Ben, Hailee came in the front door, bearing donuts.

“Breakfast is served,” she said smiling. She put the pink box of delicious donutty goodness on the table and leaned over to kiss Peter. “I miss anything? You guys done with the commercial?”

“Well, the commercial is one thing that happened,” Peter said.

“And the other is Ben finally showed up...drunk...and he's sleeping it off in the bed room.”

“Oh...is everything all right?”

“I'll tell you all about it on the way to work,” Lili said. She grabbed a couple of donuts, and got up from her seat. “It's a wonderful tale of awful first impressions and maybe the best unangry angry take down I've ever seen.”

“You're too kind,” Sabrina said. She then turned her attention to Peter. “You, the good brother, give your girlfriend the best kiss goodbye you can muster, grab all the Boston Creme filled donuts you can and the chocolate milk in the fridge, then join me so we can get that commercial ready so we can pay our bills.

“Well Haiz, you heard her,” Peter said, kissing Hailee goodbye, w gesture welcomed and reciprocated by the leggy brunette. “Knock 'em dead at the office.”

“I'll be the best damn part-time hotel phone operator/file clerk trainee there is, babe.” she replied, giving him a smile before exiting the apartment with Lili.

“All right partner, let's saddle up and get our work done so  then we can get even more work done! Isn't film-making glamorous?”

Sabrina turned to head back into the office when Peter stopped her softly grabbing her shoulder. “You sure you're okay?”

“Oh I'm not okay,” Sabrina said. “I'm furious.” She smiled wide, a big toothy grin. “But the thing is, I'm not going to let someone being an inconsiderate asshole ruin the day that we both finish our first commercial, but also secure the funding for for our first movie! There's a lot to smile about!”

“That's if Camila says yes.”

“Of course she will, just don't be a pussy about it.” Sabrina couldn't help but burst out laughing. “Now, come on. Get with the donuts and coco milk. Momma needs editing fuel.”

*******



For the students of the college, this pocket of time before returning to the campus' hallowed halls would be filled with some light stress. Ironing out their schedules, actually seeing how much the textbooks were going to cost along with all the additional fees, and having to deal with the very real possibility of running into several regretful one night stands. It was the kind of memories that at this point in her life Scarlett Johansson could actually find herself being wistful about. Now, with all the responsibilities of being the youngest Dean of Admissions in the school's history, male or female, she had actual real pressures to deal with. Budgets and approving them, going over every detail with a fine tooth comb of rule changes and proposals and all sorts of things that made her pine for the days of having five bucks in her bank account and having to feast on ramen noodles for a month.

It was only her Freshman year of college that she had to do that but still, more than than being a full-fledged adult with responsibilities. It was a real drag, but worth it. She worked hard to get where she was. The job was a big deal, paid well, and the perks far outweighed the negatives.

One of the perks was the...fun she had with members of the student body. Another was having the best help money could buy. The board of trustees of the college allowed her a fair enough budget so she could hire only the best secretaries. The workload wasn't light and Scarlett was never afraid to ask for help when she needed it. That's where secretary of the year five years and running Margot Robbie came in.

Margot truly was a god send. Organized and precise as a laser, Scarlett would be lost without her and was far from afraid to let Margot know just how appreciated she was. She was punctual, friendly, always warm to people and frankly a ray of sunshine in the high stress office environment the college could sometimes be.

In addition, there was also the perk that Margot was very open to enjoying some of the fun Scarlett would have with some of the members of the student body.

Needless to say, Margot had definitely earned her “Best Secretary Ever” coffee mug.

And the best secretary was busy at her own desk, creating a barrier between all comers to Scarlett's office. Flat out telling visitors she's too busy for them regardless of tenure or stature to simply creating future appointments for those a bit calmer about the subject of being blown off. Politeness counted, especially with Margot.

It was efficient and pleasant. Scarlett was a lot further ahead with all of the paperwork and phone calls she had to make than she thought possibly could be. Today she actually had time for an hour long lunch instead of fifteen minutes to scarf down an avocado wrap. And that vaunted break time was just around the corner.

Scarlett saved the file she was working on, almost as if she knew the knock was coming at her door.

“Come in,” she said, poised with a professional smile. Warm, welcoming and still just a bit disarming.

Margot walked through the door, tired but with a spring in her step. The Australian blonde couldn't help but bring a bit of sunshine where ever she roamed.

“Got some good news and bad news mixed together, boss,” she said. “You're clear for today and tomorrow, no calls, no meetings. So from today to the end of the week it's all about catching up just like you asked. Flip side of that is next week until the first day of classes you're booked to the gills with meetings and conference calls. Couldn't be helped but I think I organized them all in way to maximize your time.”

“You're a lifesaver Margot,” Scarlett said. “I'll gladly take the hit so I can have hour long lunches for the rest of the week.”

“And next week too,” added Margot. “Maximized your time, like I said.”

“You're a godsend.” Scarlett got up from her seat to the bar in her office. There was no alcohol in it. That would be a bit too questionable,in her books at least. Instead it was filled with her usual things; a water filter pitcher, juices, and a couple of her guilty pleasure of bubblegum-flavored soda. She didn't partake often, but when she was having an especially bad day, it was something that just hit the spot. She still remembered the first time she drank one of them with a smile. She bent over and opened the fridge. “You want anything Margot?”

“Not really, thanks.” she replied. “I did..well...I had a couple of questions.”

“Shoot,” said Scarlett, leaning back on the bar. She sipped from her cool glass of water, waiting for Margot to speak.

“Well first and foremost, well, you know that thing...”

“What thing?”

“Well, you know...” Margot was struggling with the words, blushing a bit. This obviously gave a huge tell as to exactly what she was talking about, but Scarlett was having fun watching her struggle with the words. Margot had to say it. “What we talked about for Valentine's Day. The thing with me and my fiance...and you.”

“Of course,” Scarlett said. “What about it? Cold feet of sharing your man with me...or maybe letting on how familiar we can get at work with each other.”

“Oh no. Quite the opposite with him actually. He's well aware and it honestly turns him on more than a little bit. But...well...I guess I'm just wondering if maybe, since we have a whole hour for lunch...have a little pre-game fun? I mean I did just save you a bunch of time and all and I'm not even asking for a raise.”

Scarlett smirked at her. She set her glass down and walked towards Margot. “Well, I can't argue your logic. And yes, we have a nice amount of free time. But, just so we're crystal clear...you're saying you want to fuck me. Right here in my office. Have a little more of that boss fucking the secretary fantasy. Is that correct, Ms. Robbie?”

“Yes, Ms. Johansson,” she said with a smile. “Very much so.”

“Well, then, I think I can make that happen.” Scarlett got nice and close to Margot. She reached around to Margot's hair, removing the clip and hair tie keeping it up and let her blonde locks flow down to her shoulders, then did the same to her own hair. Scarlett moved to Margot's lip and pressed her own plump one against hers. The secretary's lips parted, allowing their tongues to get in much more intimate contact with each other.

A lusty kiss went into a lusty embrace, the women's hands romaing over each others body's getting familiar once more with each other before stripping each other clean of the garb.

Scarlett broke the kiss and stepped back a bit. Her hands went to Margot's blouse, delicately unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the floor, leaving the Aussie beauty bare-chested before her.

“No bra?” Scarlett asked. “You naughty little tart you.”

Margot smiled, biting her lower lip a bit. Her eyes were on her busty boss, watching as Scarlett's mouth went to her tits.

“Ohhhh mmmmm,” said Margot. Scarlett's tongue and lips sensually danced on Margot's tits, lovingly, sweetly playing with her nipples while her hands simply cupped them. Scalrett was savoring the taste, the feel of Margot's flesh on her tongue. It was something she knew all to well, but always savored.

Once again Scarlett pulled back, then pointed to a chair right in front of Scarlett's desk. Big, almost over-sized, bolstered in a very professional looking black cloth. Freshly cleaned. It was going to need another one after this.

“Sit, Ms. Robbie,” Scarlett ordered. “Strip and sit.”

“Yes, Ms. Johansson.” Margot unzipped the back of her skirt, leaving her in just her panties, black stockings, and heels. She began the short trek over to the chairm stopping only to remove her panties. When she took her seat, she lifted her legs to start to remove the stockings, but Scarlett would have none of that.

“Leave them on,” she demanded. Margot smiled and obeyed. Scarlett walked over to the front of the chair and dropped to her knees. Her hands went to Margot's knees, softly pressing them apart, then slowly and sensuously roaming up the firm, tone stems. Then she went in for a closer look at that glistening pussy in the center.

“Oooh Scarlett,” Margot cooed. Scarlett's lips planted little kisses on her thighs, dragging her tongue from location to location before sealing each exit with a kiss. All while her hands and fingers still danced on the smooth skin of Margot's legs.

Margot looked down at Scarlett in breathless anticipation. She knew what she wanted, what she was aching for Scarlett to do...but she wouldn't demand it or even ask for it. Scarlett would get to it. The waiting was all part of the fun. It was the sizzle.

Scarlett's eyes moved to catch Margot's gaze, though her own couldn't have been more different. Where as Margot had a desperation wrapped up in desire, Scarlett's had lustful hunger. A lioness on the prowl, waiting for the right moment to pounce on her very, very willing prey.

“Mmm Scarlett yessss!” hissed Margot. Scarlett had pounced, bringing her mouth right to where they both wanted it to be. Margot moaned and arched her back in the chair while Scarlett began slowly and sweetly on her pussy, lapping gently then sucking softly at Margot's clit. Goose pimples covered the secretary's body when Scarlett's fingers went inside her, working in and out of her.

If it had been any day during an active semester Margot would have tried to restrain her moans. Biting her lip, covering her mouth with her hand. However, the campus was for all intents and purposes empty. The cleaning crew wouldn't be in until after both she and Scarlett were gone. They were both free to enjoy themselves to the fullest. That's exactly what both were aiming to do.

With Margot's passion growing, her moans on the boarder of being full blown screams of passion, Scarlett pushed that envelope even further. Her free arm wrapped around one of Margot's legs, pulling her closer to her while Scarlett's other hand and mouth turned up the heat on its own. She sucked harder on her clit, Scarlett's tongue doing gymnastic's on Margot's joy button while a third finger joined the party in her cunt.

“Oh Scarlett!” yelled Margot. “Oh yes...oh fuck yes please...gonna...oh you're making me cum!”

“Mmmm then cum Margot,” Scarlett said, her fingers taking the burden while her mouth poured more aural gasoline on the fire. “Cum all over my mouth...mmm don't you want to feel good? Then do it...mmmm I can't wait to taste your pleasure.”

“Ohhh...mmmmm yessss.” Margot writhed and whined on the chair, inching closer and closer to fulfilling her boss' request, especially once Scarlett's mouth went back to it's merry work. “Yes...yes....YESSSS!!!!”

Margot's cries signalled her orgasm. It came crashing down like an asteroid, a stardust trail of pleasure coursing through her veins as she shook and moaned while Scarlett hungrily lapped it all up.

Just as Margot's muscles started relaxing, the blonde like a puddle in the chair, Scarlett got to her feet and began to unbutton her blouse in front of a lust-drunk Margot. The blonde's eyes were glued to Scarlett's chest, waiting for her tits to once more be unveiled before her. Scarlett couldn't help but smile at that. She did love to be appreciated, whether it be from the virile male student body or the secretary she adored so.

Soon Scarlett's blouse was off, leaving her in a black lace bra. Still covering up the view that Margot coveted so. But before taking off that bra, she removed her skirt and heels, leaving her bare save for the black underwear she wore underneath.

“Please Scarlett...”Margot pleaded. “Please....”

“Please what, Ms. Robbie?”

“Let me see you...all of you...I want to see your tits...your...your pussy...please Ms. Johansson.”

“Well Ms. Robbie, since you asked so nicely.” Scarlett reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting the lacy garment fall to the ground. The moment her luscious tits were exposed to air, Margot was entranced. She'd seen them before and would again. It was always a treat to be savored though.

Then those eyes went south, watching with baited breath as Scarlett pulled those matching black panties down, leaving her totally nude. Margot's eyes continued to follow Scarlett and the busty boss sat on the edge of her desk, beckoning Margot to come to her with her fingers.

Margot did so, and just the way that Scarlett liked. She crawled on her knees over to Scarlett. When she made it over her, she began to kiss, lick and massage her legs now, almost worshiping them, a desperate need with every kiss and caress.

Scarlett looked down, licking her lips and smiling. Her gaze was afire, watching as Margot got closer and closer to the bulls-eye.

“Go on Margot,” Scarlett said. “No teasing...go to my pussy. Eat it...make me cum. Be the best secretary ever we both know you are.”

“Yes ma'am,” Margot said, winking as her mouth licked over to exactly where Scarlett had directed.

“Mmmmm good...very good Ms. Robbie,” Scarlett sighed. Her breath was throaty and lustful and her head hung back as Margot feasted on her cunt. And Margot knew after all this time exactly how Scarlett liked it. For Scarlett, the foreplay was making the other girl cum. It was all she needed to get ready. So by the time her lover moved on to her, the pump was very primed.

Scarlett got a handful of Margot's blonde locks, pushing her face further into her cunt. Scarlett ground in to it as Margot continued to dine. The tingles of pleasure, electric jolts she could almost see coursing throgh her with everything Margot was doing. Her breaths were quick and shallow. And even with a smokey voice, her cries were just as loud and passionate.

“Eat it...mmm eat that cunt Margot.... gonna be so good...mmm.. fuck keep going... make me fucking cum, baby... don't stop...ung...oh just..like...THAT!”

Even without the very welcome and erotic vocal encouragement that Scarlett was providing Margot would have focused on making Scarlett cum. She loved it. How her body shook, the sexy tones of her raspy voice crying out in pleasure, watching someone so in charge give control of herself over to utter bliss...sometimes it was enough to make Margot cum again just by seeing it.

“Oh...oh fuck...mmmmm, Margot....oh...oh..FUCK YES!!!!” Scarlett closed her thighs around Margot's head, holding her tight right on her crotch as she now experienced her own pleasure. She leaned back completely on her desk, giving every part of her over to the pure erotic bliss of the moment, writhing as Margot continued her masterful oral works until every last bit of energy in her faded awaye, her body going limp as a noodle as the pleasure set into a wonderful afterglow for her.

With her thighs now relaxed from the sides of Margot's head, the Secretary got up on the desk her self, kissing up Scarlett's body before landing at her full lips, the two sharing a kiss, tasting themselves on the other's lips.

Scarlett held Margot in the afterglow of their passion for a moment. “I do so love hour long lunch breaks,” she said, making Margot laugh a bit.

“Big fan of them myself,” the secretary replied. “But I always end up hungry by the end of them. Go figure.” With one more kiss Margot got off the desk and to her feet.

“Back to work?” Scarlett asked. “We do still have twenty minutes...”

“Which is just enough time for us to take a quick shower.” Margot replied. “Great move getting them to actually install one in your private restroom by the way.”

“Well I couldn't have done it without your help putting together the presentation Margot. Can';t wait to see what happens when we add your husband to the mix.”

Margot giggled. The two were about to head to the shower when Margot paused, remembering the other thing she had to tell Scarlett. “You got a more personal message today.”

“Really?” Scarlett asked. “What'd they say? Who was it?”

“I believe the fellow said his name was Chris. You two went to school together. Let's see...Chris from...Bio-Chem I believe he said? The gentleman said you'd know from that.”

And Scarlett did. When those memories came flooding back, she couldn't help but smile. Chris... “What did he say?”

“That he was going to be in town in February and was wondering if you two could meet up for dinner...should I go over your schedule for an opening?”

“Did he leave a number?”

“Yes, he did actually. It's on my desk.”

“Then you just give it to me and I'll take care of it. It's a bit of a personal matter. Something a little...private. But for now...shower time.”

“Yes, Ms. Johansson.” Margot gave her boss one more cheeky smile before they headed to that private shower. It was after all, still lunch time.


 
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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #35 on: November 01, 2019, 04:36:42 AM »
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While Scarlett and Margot were having their own fun at lunchtime, another group of women were having a far more traditional lunch.

Camila, Lili and Hailee were in the cafe housed in the hotel that Cami's father owned. The hotel was also where Camila and Hailee were working this semester. Both had an in at the establishment, Hailee's parents both working there and Camila family owning the place. While Camila usually didn't like to flex her family's influence or monetary muscle, she did this time, securing both her and Hailee fairly nice part-time gigs in the accounting department. Just answering phones and filing things away, but it was better than what both could have had.

Another thing that was going to be done courtesy of Camila was the lunch was on her. While she wasn't the biggest fan of flaunting her influence and privilege she was far from shy about providing for her friends.

“I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to a club sandwich,” Lili said. “I mean there's a taco truck that comes by the store every day, I go nuts with all the amazing cheesy deliciousness but now all I'm craving is a Club on toasted wheat.”

“I think you might just be hungry for the free food.” Hailee replied.

“Hey, be fair,” Camila added. “Amazing free food. The kitchen actually baked all the bread in house themselves. Even the sandwich bread. It's nuts.”

“Wow, your dad really goes all out with this place, huh?” Hailee asked.

“Well, Daddy always says if you want the customers to come back, don't treat them like customers, treat them like the closest family you have. And that means home made all the way. Except for cold cuts because that'd just be insane....and yes, that's the actual full quote. Daddy's rather...specific at times.”

“Oh I know,” Lili said. “I still remember that time when your parents came to visit you when we first moved in together at the dorms. We all went out for dinner, he had very...specific requests for his food. Six asparagus spears, all equal in length, an a separate small plate away from the steak, same for the mashed potatoes. Each bit of food with the meal comes on its own plate.”

“You remember that?”

“Well it stuck out Cami. That and the ginormous tip he left. Kind of fused it into my head.”

“Well, Daddy knows his...unique...eating habits can be tough for the staff so he wants to make sure they know he appreciates it.”

“Do you have any odd eating habits Cami?” Hailee asked.

“Oh no, not like my father. I just have a huge appetite.”

“Especially where Jose is concerned I hear,” Lili said with a cheeky grin, making Camila blush.

“Well, looks like after that welcome home kiss the first thing Jose is getting from me is a smack to the back of the head.”

“Am I missing something?”

“Well according to Jose, via Jake, is that Cami's appetite grows exponentially after really good sex. Which honestly makes sense as the day you and Jose got to together you told me about it at the Asian buffet and put away seven plates.”

“Seven plates?” Hailee gulped. “That good?”

“Well, now that's my little quirk's out in the open, yes...that good. But...a lot of that is just...Jose. Besides, it's not like either of you don't have a little post sex quirk.”

Lili and Hailee exchanged glances, then looked at Cami, both giving a shrug conveying “not really”.

“Bullshit,” Cami said. She sipped at her water, wondering who to look to first. “Hailee, come on, nothing happens after you and Peter go at it? Nothing you just feel you need to do?”

“Well, no... I mean I sleep super late the next day. Just completely drained and need to rest.”

“Ha! That counts. And you Lili?”

“Well when we were in Mexico during winter break Jake and I really didn't leave our room so I don't know if I can really pick out one certain quirk either of us had.”

“Oooh, now that sounds like a good lunch conversation,” Cami said. “Details please.”

“I'm with Cami, I haven't heard a peep about that trip and you've been sleeping on my couch since you got back. So spill.”

“I don't know,” Lili said, now doing her own blushing. “I mean there's not much to tell. E didn't get to see much of the sights except driving to and from the hotel. Everything in between was just spent in the room. And I don't know how interesting it would be for me to think of all the ways I could describe the bed...or the couch...or the deck...the lounge chairs on the deck...the hot tub...the shower...the carpeting..”

“You dog you,” Cami laughed. “Downright insatiable. Was Jake in the mask a lot or something?”

“Oh my god Cami are you ever going to let the mask drop?”

“Would you?”

“...fair point,” Lili acknowledged with a smile.

“Wait, I think I'm missing an in-joke,” said Hailee. “What mask?”

“Oh my god she doesn't know?” Cami asked. “Lils you gotta tell her. It's the best story ever. And honestly kind of cute too. Sweet, romantic...and super funny.”

“I'll tell you abck at the apartment tonight Haiz,” Lili said. “Unless our gracious host just needs to hear it right now.”

“Oh not necessary, I lived through it with you. I have the first hand memories.” Cami smiled wide. Batting her eyes playfully.

“You guys are really close,” Hailee said. “Looks like I missed out on a good time.”

“Well, that's why I wanted you, both of you, here for lunch,” Cami said. “Look, Hailee, your Lili's oldest friend and Peter is my best friend in the world other than Lils. I'm kind of connected with you doubly so, I wanted us to be friends too. It's why I was happy to help you get the office job and all of this. You missed out on hanging out with Lili, I missed out on hanging out with my friend. I want all that to be a thing of the past. So..here we are, let's be friends instead of just being friendly. You're important to two very important people in my life, so...yeah. Did I just make it weird? Because I feel like I made it weird.”

“No!” Hailee said. “No, not at all. That was actually pretty sweet. Thank you. And you're right. I mean it's not like I don't feel the same way.  So...good idea.”

“Now this is adorable,” Lili said, not a single hint of sarcasm on any syllable. “My two best friends being friends is going to be so awesome.”

“Well Hailee looks like our work here is done, Lili is happy,” joked Cami. “Better pack it in, no more effort required.”

“What can I say? I'm easy to please.”

“You know what, I'm just going to leave that joke n the table,” Camila said. “Way too easy.”

“Can I actually ask you a question about yourself and Peter?” Hailee asked.

“Sure, what do you want to know?” Cami replied.

“Well, over break when I was spending a lot of time at his place, you came up and his parents said that you two dated...I was just wondering...well, I guess it's obvious what I was wondering...okay now I made it awkward. I'm so sorry if that's something you don't want to talk about.”

“No, not at all,” Camila said. She leaned over the table, resting her chin on her hand. “Yeah, Peter and I were a thing for about...four months sophomore year. Started the last month of summer before the school year began, actually. I mean it's such a cliché story. Known each other since kindergarten, Hell earlier than that even. So of course we were going to do the whole high school sweethearts thing. And yes, we did have sex. I'm just going to leave that at that. No offense but that kind of stuff I kind of want to keep personal.”

“No I totally get that,” Hailee said.

“Very understandable,” Lili added.

“Cool. So, yeah, anyway, things were going great...until Selena decided that Peter and I dating wasn't good for her. He was missing out on quality “Do what I want him to do” time with her. And she ALWAYS hated me. I don't know why and honestly I don't fucking care.” A quick flash of anger went over Cami's face with enough of a coldness to it to send chills up both Lili and Hailee's spines. “So in November of that year, he breaks up with me, does the whole spiel about we should still be friends but I'm not having it. I'm yelling, screaming...I'm hurt that he's breaking up with me and I know exactly who's putting it in his head that we shouldn't be together. No proof at the time but it was just in my bones, you know? So I'm yelling and I just flat out tell him to never, EVER speak to me again. And I kept to that. He tried, and I ignored him. Avoided him at school. Wanted nothing to do with him.”

“So, what changed?” Hailee asked. “How'd you guys get friendly again?”

“Christmas vacation that year,” Cami said. “I'm walking my dog at this park kind of out of the way from my house but Pepper, my dog, he loved it. I don't know what it was, but that was HIS park.” Cami began to get a bit choked up, but held it back. “So, he sees something.I don't even know what it was. A squirrel or a rat or something and he jerks out of my hand into the street and...bam. Hit and run. Car doesn't even stop. Just drives on. And....hmm...and Pepper's just lying there, still hanging on but he's...he's just messed up. I need to get him to a vet, but I don't have a car. I was only fifteen, I hadn't taken my driver's test or anything. But Peter's house was really close and he had a learner's permit. So I picked up Pepper and just booked it. And Peter, he didn't hesitate. All he had was a permit, he was breaking the law and I thought his parents swould kill him if they knew but he was my only option and he did it without question. We got to the vet and Pepper was still hanging on.”

“Did...did he make it?” Hailee asked.

Cami shook her head. “We could have been there a second after the car hit and it wouldn't have helped. I...I had to put him down. And Peter was there with me. I cried with him, and he drove me back to his place and just let me calm down and relax there. And he didn't get any heat from his parents, just a stern talking to. But they understood the situation and couldn't say he  made a bad choice. Which infuriated Ben to no ends as he essentially ratted on Peter about the whole thing before we could explain what happened. But the important thing was when I really needed him, he was there.” Cami paused, smiling a bit. “I'll never forget that. So I'm always going to be his friend. And be there for him like he was for me. Best friends again ever since...and now obviously that title is shared with Lili here.”

“That is so sweet,” Hailee said. “Sad too, but sweet. But how come you didn't see him for like, what a semester or something?”

“Oh, that's my mom.” replied Cami. “She wants me to rub elbows with the rich and brainless. Make connections. Only way I survived that was dragging Lili along with me. Then I got your text about his birthday party and...well the rest is history as your were there for that stuff.”

“Do you ever think...you know...what if you two hadn't broken up?”

“Oh no. No no no no. I mean no offense Hailee but even when we got friendly again I knew I couldn't get through the hold Selena had on him. You my friend, are a super hero for getting through that haze. Besides...Jose. It's hard to think about what might have been when you have exactly what you always wanted right in front of you.”

“Speaking of which, where exactly is he?” Lili asked. “I thought you two were coming back together.”

“That's the other thing I wanted to talk about,” Cami said, her tone of voice have a bit of nervous caution in it. “So, first off, our New York trip was great. Daddy LOVED Jose and mom...tolerated him. Which is the best I could have hoped for from her. But Daddy apparently was a huge Luche Leaper fan as a kid...”

“Luche libre,” Lili corrected.

“Yeah, that too,” Cami said, making  Hailee giggle. “Anyway when he found out Jose was a wrestler he flipped out and they just talked nonstop and when Jose started showing off how much of a handy man he was Daddy just loved him more. Called Jose the best guy I'd ever brought home...no offense to Peter, Hailee.”

“None taken.”

“So you wanted to tell me you had a great time on your vacation?” Lili asked.

“Well, kind of...see, Jose and I weren't really staying with my parents, we had an entire suite to ourselves for two weeks...and it worked really well. To the point where I asked Daddy if he would be opposed to the idea of me and Jose living together....and he gave us the okay...”

“Cami,” Lili said. “I thought we were getting an apartment together...”

“We are! We totally are! It's just going to be a bigger place...and Jose and I will be sharing a room...”

“Wow, really?” Lili said. “Isn't that kind of quick?”

“I know, I know it seems that way...but...Lili I love him. I'm head over heels for Jose. He's...he's it, he's the one and I don't want to be without him if I don't have to be. I know it sounds weird and crazy and way too soon...”

“Well, not really,” said Hailee. “I mean Peter and I have been dating a little less time than you and Jose have and we're already living together.”

“Thanks Hailee,” Cami said. “Lili I do not want to cut you out at all...I just need Jose. And he feels the same way.”

“Cami,” Lili said, holding her friends hand, reassuring her. “It looks like I'm getting a second roommate then, doesn't it?”

“Thank you for not being mad,” Cami said. “I know we were talking about this so much last semester but so much happened and...just thanks for understanding.”

“Of course...besides, free rent is free rent.”

“Well, I do know the way to your heart,” Cami laughed. “Yes, free rent. Daddy owns the apartment building so he's doing that favor for me as long as I balance the job and school and don't drop below a 3.5 GPA. Utilities though, that's not covered.”

“Should I brace myself for a good string of threesome jokes?” asked Lili.

“I'd get ready,” Camila nodded. “But aside from that it's going to be so much fun. That's where Jose is right now actually, getting some stuff from his parents place. He met up with Jake and Alison and should be back from that little road trip tonight, and we move in this weekend.”

“Oh, I'm gonna miss having you around the place,”  Hailee said. “But at least you're gonna get, you know, a real bed and a room of your own and not have to wait in line for the bathroom...”

“And stop devising ways to have sex on the couch without any of you catching on,” Lili added, getting looks from the other two. “What? You two aren't the only ones with needs. A woman's got to have options.”

“And on that note, I'm happy to say the food has arrived,” Cami said. “Lt's hope that club sandwich satisfies all your cravings Lils. I mean Jake's not going to be back in town for what, a couple hours?”

“Never underestimate the power of a full stomach.” replied Lili.

“Lili, you're talking to an orgasmic eater over here,” Hailee said with a big smile. “I'm pretty sure she knows all about the power of a full stomach.”

“Oh we're going to get along just fine Hailee,” Camila said with a laugh.

****** 



While noon was traditionally considered lunch time, for Madelaine Petsch it had been lunch during the entirety of the winter break.

Usually during school her routine would be early classes, back home to nap for a few hours, shift at Knockers from seven to two, then back home for a few more hours sleep, rinse and repeat. During the break however, she was feeling a lot more well rested and happier. This was due both to getting a proper amount of sleep and the fact that Jared was sharing her bed with her.

Looking back it was hard to think she ever saw him as an annoyance of any kind. However, Madelaine had to admit she didn't want to give him a fair chance. He was far from her normal type. He hadn't even referred to her as a bitch once or tried to intimidate her. He was a total anomaly to the usual type of bad boy nonsense she had found herself drawn to until he came along. She was kind of surprised to see this was how a relationship was supposed to be, far more caring about each other and no screaming matches where you threw things at each other.

Of course one of the big advantages of dating Jared had been, oddly enough, Madelaine learning to be even more self-sufficient than she already was. She couldn't remember the last time she even bothered with take out unless she was dead tired beyond belief.

Most of the time, she cooked for herself, which was something she'd picked up from Jared, the memories of how always brought a smile to her face.

Which is where she was this “morning”, making vegan strawberries and cream pancakes for herself and the still-snoozing Jared. She loved it when he began staying over at her new apartment when he had days off of his own. It made the place feel safer to her. She hadn't found a roommate yet, and while she and Jared were nuts about each other, they weren't quite ready to move in together yet. Staying over a couple nights a week however was more than doable.

She'd made the strawberries in syrup the night before and was just heating them up in the stove top. Her attention was on the pancakes, both in preparing the batter and cooking them just right.

Before long the strawberries were warm and the pancakes were ready to go, a perfect breakfast. Madelaine poured the strawberries into a small bowl and the pancakes on a plate, stacked high and waiting to be split up for two. It was just time to prepare the vegan whipped cream. When Madelaine reached for her electric mixer however, she noticed Jared leaning against the doorway, watching her cook with a smile.

“Good morning,” she said. “Or noon or whatever.”

“Morning.” he replied.

“How long have you been up?”

“The moment the scent of hotcakes hit my nostrils.” He walked towards the counter and leaned on it, while she leaned forward on the other side, the two giving each other a good morning kiss. “What's going on these delicious treats?”

“Strawberries and cream.” she replied. “Vegan of course.”

“Need any help?”

“Wouldn't say no to it.”

“That's certainly a change.”

“One for the better,” she said. “Don't get too used to it though. I mean once I can do this all like a master, I don't know what use I'm going to have for you.”

“I could teach you card tricks,” Jared said, getting behind Madelaine. Before she could respond he brushed her red hair from her neck and kissed her pale skin.

“Mmmm you do know how to prove your worth,” she joked. Her hand set the mixed down and went to his head, caressing him as his lips pressed against her neck and shoulder. Madelaine cooed a bit when Jared's hands went to her hips, gently holding there.

There was just something about the way he made her feel. No rush. Even there first time, as spur of the moment as it was, there wasn't a rude urgency to it. There was always something more. Jared wanted to enjoy everything Madelaine was, and feeling that wanted felt knew to her. There wasn't a part of her body that went untouched with him.

That wasn't to say he didn't have his favorite spots. Her full lips went into a sexy smile when Madeleine felt his hands go to her tone and round ass.

“Oooh,” she said, licking her lips as he squeezed the peach. “You know...we keep going like this we may have to postpone breakfast...”

“As much as I love those pancakes, I think I'm having something a lot more delicious right now...” Jared stuck his tongue out, licking and flicking against Madelaine's earlobe.

He turned her around to face him and got his second taste of Madelaine's perfect lips of the day. Jared's hands went to her shirt, peeling it off Madelaine's body and allowing to become face to face with her pale globes once more.

He reached behind her, grabbing the bowl of strawberries and a spoon next to it. He looked at Madelaine's face, lips in a smile, anticipating everything he was going to do. He placed the spoon in the bowl and got a small spoonful of the strawberries and syrup then drizzled it on her tits, the bright red matching her fiery red hair.

Madelaine licked her lips, the sensation of the warm syrup on her skin giving her a small flurry of goose pimples. Though that population soon jumped up when the sticky sweet warmth of the syrup was joined by Jared mouth. Her eyes fluttered and he licked and sucked her flesh,savoring the taste of Madelaine mixed with the sweetness of the strawberries.

She wanted to grab his head, hold him close to the breasts her was worshiping but held herself back. She loved having him being in control like this, not having to tell him to slow down. Madelaine gave him the keys to the castle and loved it when he explored.

Jared drizzled more of the syrup on Madelaine's stomach, giving it the same tender taste test as her breasts. He looked up at her, standing completely straight against and pulling her close. They kissed, Madelaine getting her own taste of the strawberries before she got lifted up on the counter.

Jared dropped to his knees, syrup bowl in hand once more. He parted Madelaine's fit legs, opening them up and running his hands over her her smooth creamy skin. His hands went to the hem of the boy shorts she was wearing, tugging them off and throwing them over his shoulder into the living room.

He grabbed the bowl and created a trail of the red strawberry syrup, leading up to her glistening pussy, another taste he was craving, looking at her moist opening an the cute strip of red hair Madelaine had shaved it into.

“Oh baby,” she gasped. Jared licked his tongue up and down her thighs, making sure to get every drop of the sticky sweet before getting the main source of sticky sweet Jared was craving.

Madelaine shuddered a bit, holding tight to the counter when his mouth arrived at her pussy. A soft moan escaped her smiling flips as Jared began worshiping her pussy. Sucking and licking from his mouth with skilled caresses and working of his fingers made Madelaine's head roll and her body shiver. When his pace increased, so did her reactions. Soft moans became loud pleasured cries. Her body reacted, almost out of Madelaine's control. The lustful redhead began to grind against his face while one hand moved from its iron grip on the counter to the back of his head.

Still, there was always more to come. Jared once more got to his feet, removing the sweat pants he slept in on the way. He wrapped his arms around Madelaine's body, pulling her close and kissing her. His cock was at the entrance to her pussy. Their eyes were locked.

“Ung,” Madelaine grunted as he entered her. “Oh Jared,” she said. She pulled him even closer. “Take me.”

They both let moans escape their lips as they fucked. From decipherable sounds to each others name, each syllable was dripping with lust and passion for each other.

Madelaine's legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass. They constricted around him tighter and tighter with every thrust, refusing to even entertain the possibility of letting Jared go.

Jared felt the same way in how he held her close as well. His hands ran down her spine, settling on the redheads round ass. His lips returned to her buxom chest, tasting the strawberry after taste on his tits and sucking her nipples tenderly. Jared moved his mouth to Madelaine's face kissing from her chin to her full lips, looking deeply in her eyes.

He pressed his forehead to hers, the lovers' eyes never leaving each other. “Mads,” her groaned. “Oh...oh bay you're so fucking good... mmmm, feels so perfect.”

“Oh...fuck me...oh fuck me Jared,” Her legs squeezed tighter and her tongue extended, licking at his face. “Take me to the couch...oh...take me there baby...”

Jared held her close and walked them both over to the couch. Once they were settled in, Madelaine kissed Jared again, sucking on his tongue. She placed her arms on the back of the couch, steadying herself for her ride.

“Ohhh shit, Madelaine,” he groaned, squeezing her ass hard  as she began. “Yes...fuck yeah just like that baby...”

“Yesss,” hissed Madelaine. “Gonna ride this dick... mmm, perfect cock...” Her eyes were closes and her open mouth in a smile as Madelaine began to bounce on Jared cock. Every moment was a bit more than the last. Faster, hotter, more urgent...then she would slow down to a grind, working her hips in a sensual circle on him.

Not that she was doing all the work. The feel of Jared's hands all over her bod, addicted to feeling every inch of her flesh. His hot and hungry kisses on her breasts and neck, his own thrusting into her when she slowed down. And she loved it all. She loved the control he let go of, how she was setting the pace now, getting what she wanted out of it, which was exactly what he wanted as well. The view wasn't bad either when she threw her head back, her red air getting an almost ethereal glow in the sunlight shining through the windows.

Of course, spontaneous was key as well, which is what Madelaine got next.

“Oh!” she yelped, which turned into a giggle of lustful glee when Jared grabbed and put her on her back on the couch. Her took one of her legs, kissing her calf before placing it on her shoulder.

“Gonna fuck me good huh?” she asked in a tease. “I want to cum on your cock Jared...baby make me cum on your cock...only for you...I only want to do it for you and your cock...ohhhh...”

If his fuse wasn't already lit, that certainly would have done it for Jared. Their lips collided again as he began to take her pussy once more, and with her leg on his shoulder, much deeper.

“Yesyeyesyesyes YES!” she cried. “Mmmm god yes Jared...oh my god you're gonna make me cum! Your cock is so fucking deep...OH FUCK YES!”

Jared grunted, taking breaths through gritted teeth. His cock felt amazing sheathed in her heavenly cunt, and the look on her face matched that. Framed by hair wet by sweet, her pale face was flushed red, her apex of pleasure rushing towards her and playing piano on her nerve endings. A symphony of pleasure being played out with her face and body.

“Huh...huh...OH GOD JARED YES!” Madelaine yelled, her voice somehow both angelic and bellowing as she came. Her back arched and her eyes rolled. Watching all this Jared couldn't resist kissing her again, a gesture welcomed by Madelaine as she held the back of his head as their lips embraced refusing to lose that contact until she was done with it.

When the kiss broke, Jared looked in to Madelaine's gorgeous eyes again, a hint of desperation in his eyes. “I'm gonna cum Mads...oh baby I'm gonna shoot...”

“And I want to taste you,' she said in between breaths. “Mmmm I want to taste your cum...right in my mouth...mmm please Jared...you made me cum now it's your turn...you pleasure...mmm is mine...”

“Oh shit,” he said, quickly pulling out of Madelaine's pussy. However, instead of going right to her mouth, He stopped at her tits, giving her amazing rack a quick titfuck.

Madelaine's reaction was a knowing, sexy little smile and a wink. He deserved it, he earned it in so many ways. She pressed her tits firmly around his cock, getting off a little watching how lost her got in even a few moments of pleasure between her globes, as that was all it took.

“Oh MADELAINE!” Jared cried out. He frantically removed his cock from between her tits and got it to her welcoming mouth just in time for the first stream of cum to shoot off, splattering against the roof of Madelaine's mouth.

“Mmm hmmmm,” she hummed her lips closing around his cock head. She softly sucked him, her tongue gently running underneath the crown of his cock and he came. And she swallowed ever stream with a sweet and sexy look on her face.

When the well ran dry Jared removed his wilting cock from her mouth, falling onto the armrest behind him on the couch.

“Holy shit,” he said. “I don't even remember what I did without you Mads.”

“Same thing I did without you,” she said, licking her lips as she sat up. “Slummed it. Pretty bad. You...probably way worse than I did.” She cralwed the short distance over to Jared side of the couch and kissed him, then began to cuddle in his arms. “So...I'm thinking pancakes, shower, then we regretfully part ways until tonight...you still picking me up from work?”

“Yep.” replied Jared. As the two got up from the couch to the kitchen, a thought occurred to him. “Really dreading school starting up again. Less opportunities to be together with our schedules.”

“We'll manage,” Madelaine said. “Besides, worse comes to worse we can always sneak off into Madchen's classroom again....”

“I'm detecting a kink or two,” Jared said, getting a wink from Madelaine. And all was right for them, kinks and all.



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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #36 on: November 01, 2019, 04:42:36 AM »
******* 

“This is it!” said Jake. He dropped his final box of things right in the middle of his very own studio apartment. He smiled wide, beaming in pride at his first place he could live in alone. Jose and Alison were a little less impressed with his studio apartment.

“This is it?” Jose asked. “This is the place you've been gushing about?”

“Hey, it's my first place that I can afford by myself, no borrowing money, paid for by wrestling. It's perfect. And just the beginning with the new deal we got with Evan.”

“Yeah, well I think Jose's little stunt before New Year's made Evan so nervous we got a nice little pay increase,” Alison said. “So let's all thank Jose for growing a pair!”

“Hey, I always had a pair,” Jose said. “I just hid them very carefully, only for use at the right, precise time. You see, my testicles are like nukes...”

“In that unleashing them would cause an apocalyptic event, killing everyone in the immediate vicinity?” Alison sarcastically asked.

“Okay, I need to work on that analogy. But hey, more money, we all got our own places, and I got to see Kira be utterly CRUSHED by my balls of fury!”

“That must have been odd for her,” Jake said. “Usually she's the one crushing balls. And dreams.”

“Well, often my dreams are tied in with my balls.” Jose replied.

“Okay, enough with the balls talk my boys,” Alison said. “We need to get back to the business of unloading Jake's stuff so we can go unload Jose's stuff at a much slower pace in his super nice rich people apartment. Probably with a bidet and self-heating toilet seats.”

“Oh they definitely self-heat,” Jose added. “How many more boxes you got so we can all get the treat of warm porcelain on our butts at my place?”

“That's it, really. I got most of my stuff before I went back home to pick you and your stuff up today. Got my last box before I picked up Alison and we swung by your parents' place.”

“You know, you could always have more of your things here and not in storage if you and Jose just got a place together.”

“Well, first off I wouldn't have ditched Camila for that,” Jose said. “And secondly, I think me and Jake had our fill of living together after two semesters. I love you like a brother man, but good god I would I have accepted Cami offer if it was a cardboard box. And not even a big one. I'm talking cereal box.”

“Oh totally,” Jake said. “We would've killed each other. The dorm plus sharing motel rooms are the road, driving in the same car for hours, smelling each other's farts...”

“And guessing what the other ate, which I am still a champion of by the way.”

“...yeah, right. A champion with literally no competition. But anyway it's just better to live apart right now then finally snap on each other like in some bad sitcom.”

“Then, I don't know, maybe move in with Lili,” Alison suggested. “I mean really, lok at this place. It's not bad but your king size bed takes up, what, a good fifth of the space in here? Then the book shelves, the entertainment center, your weights....I don't know probably your toilet is in the closet...”

“It's not that small!”

“That's what she said,” Jose said with a grin, holding his open palm out to Alison. “Come on Brie, don't leave me hanging.”

“Fine,” Alison said, rolling her eyes as she gave him a high five. “But that was a pity five, you're better than that Jose.”

“Yeah but I couldn't just leave something that good lying there.”

“That's what she said.” Alison replied. She looked to Jose with a grin. “That's how you do it, by the way.”

“That's what she...you know what, never mind.”

“Good call.”

“Okay, with that little pissing match over,” Jake said. “Alison, I'm fine with the size. Once everything else is up, it's going to be more than enough for me right now. And as for why I'm not just getting a place with Lili...well first she's going to be crashing with Camila and Jose.”

“Probably.” Jose added. “I know Camila going to make the offer today.”

“And even beyond that...we actually talked about it a little bit in Mexico and...we're not ready for that. Especially me. I mean I love her but I just need to live alone for a while. Have privacy, real privacy. Besides she's going to get my spare key so she can come over whenever. I just..I need my own place, you know?”

“Hey, if you're happy, I'm happy,” Alison said. “And hey, at least you have a full kitchen. That's good. And the patio is no where near the dumpsters. So that's two pluses!”

“Look, all I need is a place to study, lift some weights, sleep...and when Lili's over more than sleep. I'm a simple guy. Simple needs.”

“If we're done with openly judging Jake's living choices let's switch to unpacking his stuff and silently judging them...” Alison said. “Then we can go to Jose's place, help him unpack his crap, and test out all the rich people stuff in that apartment.”

******

With lunch done it was back to grindstone for Lili, Camila and Hailee. And while Lili went back to her job outside of the hotel, Cami and Hailee returned to the office. And it could have been worse. They were in a nice, air conditioned space, reasonably comfy chairs, and a flexible schedule. The perfect college job.

And right now the work load was particularly light as they were still considered as being in training. Which meant all they really had to do was file a few bit of paper in the right places and enter the information in the computer. The'd have to do more as things went on, but at the moment the load was light. This left the two a bit more time to get to know each other, something both wanted.

Hailee stopped in Camila's cubicle, a folder in hand. “Hey Cami,” Hailee said. “Do the reports from the second half of yesterday go with the first of of today's or with the rest of yesterday's?”

“I think yesterday night's stuff, at least for retail and restaurant stuff.” Camila replied. “I'd check with Ms. McGuffin just to be sure though.”

“Sure thing.” Hailee turned to walk out, but Camila had one more thing she needed to talk with Hailee about.

“Hailee, hold on,” she said. “I need to ask you something. I couldn't ask it around Lili, because I think she would've just told me what I wanted to hear.”

“Sure.” replied Hailee. “Anything wrong?”

“Oh no! No...at least I don't thinks o. That's kind of the question. Look, let me preface it with this. I really do want us to be friends. A lot. And similarly, kind of for the same reasons, I want...”

“Lili and Peter to be friends,” Hailee said, finishing Cami's thought.

“Exactly. And since she was crashing with you...did they get along okay?  You were there and I think you have the same interest in this I do. I really want my two besties to get along, maybe even be friends themselves.”

“It was fine Cami,” Hailee said, her easily warmed heart once again warmed over. “I mean they aren't super close but that's mainly because Peter's been so busy with the commercial and...” Hailee paused, wondering if she should say anything about the movie before Peter and Sabrina got the chance.

“And what?”

“Um...okay, let me finish the Lili thought and I'll fill you in on the rest.” Cami nodded, so Hailee proceeded. “There's no conflict there. Honestly if they had a chance to just sit down and talk they'd get along super good over the horror movie fascination alone. If Lili had gotten a look at his horror movie collection, they'd still be talking shop over zombies and demonic serial killers.”

“Oh my god, did he bring the whole collection? It filled up half his room in Junior year!”

“That's been half his unpacking, and you know he won't let anyone touch it without...”

“Knowing the rules.” responded Camila, making the two of them laugh. “Believe me, I know the rules. I might still have a printed copy of them in my room at my parents' place in town.”

“But yeah, no problems.”

“Oh that's good,” Cami said. “I don't know why I'm so...weird about this, you know? I just...everything is so good now and I don't want anything to upset it. I just want this whole situation to be real smooth. No stupid drama, no nothing. I want my friends, I want my man, and...I don't know how to put it in words without being too sappy but I just want us all to get along.”

“We all are,” Hailee said. “And believe me, the effort is really appreciated.”

“Well, with that out of the way,” Cami said, shifting in her seat a bit, leaning forward on her desk. “What is the other thing you were getting at.”

“Oh...okay...I did say I'd finish the thought.” Hailee took a breath, sitting down finally on the chair in front of Cami. “Peter and Sabrina want to shoot the film they wrote over this next semester. They have me and an acting friend of ours named Liz in the cast. They're going to hold auditions the first week of class, start finding the crews, and shoot the Hell out of it  in February so it's done by March, or most of it is at least. We have a skeleton crew ready to go to work with us, so things should go really smooth.”

“That's great!” Camila said. “He's finally doing it. That's so awesome. I'm surprised he didn't tell me about it though.”

“Yeah, that's the thing,” Hailee said. “He's kind of nervous about that.”

“Why?”

“Well...because Sabrina thinks he should ask you to fund the movie and Peter does not want to make it look like he's using his friend just for her money or make it look like he's just your friend because of the money.”

“Oh my god, this shit again,” Cami said, her eyes rolling. “I swear to god this is the one thing that always infuriates me about him. Do you know how many times growing up we went to Disneyland on my dime, or my family's dime? Twice to DisneyWorld. And I always INVITED him, he never asked. I HATE it when he does this. Makes me feel so weird. I mean I like the fact he doesn't want to use me as a living ATM but then he goes all stupid nice guy and won't even ask me for help when he needs it.”

“So...does that mean you'll do it?”

“Of course Hailee!” Camila replied. “He's making his dream come true, I want to help. Done deal...but I still kinda wanna see him squirm now. No offense but this...GAH it just gets under my skin. I get it! My family has money...I mean I don't want to be a seen as a living mint but I don't want to be treated differently because f it regardless, especially from a friend.”

“Oh, I get it, I totally do.”

“Okay, I'm going to breathe, make this a little less awkward and throw out my next question...or suggestion. A question I guess.”

“What's that?”

“A triple date this weekend,” said Camila. “Your place preferably. Mine's still getting furniture moved in and I think Jake, Lili's boyfriend, has a studio apartment. You and Peter, me and Jose, Jake and Lili. Let Peter pick the movie...just have a chance for all of us to get together. Food's on me too.”

“Sounds great!” Hailee said. “Except...let me handle the food. You're paying fo the movie I'm in, the least I could do is pay for a couple pizzas.”

“Deal,” Cami said with a smile. “And...thanks. I know I'm being neurotic about all this. I must look like a TOTAL psycho over all this.”

“No, not at all.” Hailee replied. “I actually think it's kind of sweet. Just wanting everyone to be cool with each other. That's a good thing. And, it's what I want too. I mean, of course I want my boyfriend and my best friend to get along and I can't even explain how happy I am there's no weirdness here.”

“Me too,” Camila said with a confident smile. “And between new blossoming friends, do me a favor and don't tell Peter you already told me about the movie thing. Kinda want to see him sweat a little. I mean if he wants to be nervous about it who am I to say no to  him?”

“Of course,” Hailee said, giggling. “Just make sure you show me the video of it. He's cute when he's flustered.”

“Deal.”
 
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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #37 on: November 01, 2019, 05:12:36 AM »
******



With such a short time until the college reopened, moving in was a common theme locally. That was true for Jesse, who had finally finished loading up the last of his belonging in his new place with the aid of his close pal, Victoria Justice. With everything but some books and other things left unpacked, the two decided to celebrate in the best way possible; raw, uninhibited sex.

“YES!” Victoria yelled. She was bent over Jesse's dressed, gripping it's edge's hard while his cock was thrusting hard up her ass. “HARDER! Fuck that tight little ass you love so much like you fucking mean it, Jesse!”

This wasn't an unusual scene for the two for the entirety of the winter break. Neither really had any plans for the break itself, especially with Jesse's girlfriend Peyton already gone, prepping for her semester in Europe which effectively ended their relationship. SO with nothing to do, the pair of fuck buddies did what had come naturally; they fucked.

“Ooooh fuck yes,” Victoria cooed. Jesse geared back, smacking the firm ass while his cock ravaged it. The two weren't dating. Neither of them saw what they were doing like that, and the only “d” word she was a big fan of was dick, and Jesse's was easily in her top five.

“Oh pull my fucking hair!” the ravishing brunette growled. “FUCKING yank it while you pound that asshole!” She let out a lustful laugh when Jesse did as she demanded. Every hard thrust, smack of her ass and now pull off her hair just made the fires inside burn hotter.

Raw, dirty sex was just what Jesse needed. Sure, he was in a somewhat good place. Steady employment, a roof over his head, the basics were covered. But when it came to women, it was pretty much a minefield. With both Demi and Peyton gone, he was completely done with relationships for a while. Thankfully, he and Victoria didn't want that... they just wanted to fuck. And Victoria was a big fan of anal.

Jesse grabbed a handful of Victoria's hair and yanked her back, the sex pot Latina hissing through a toothy smile. She absolutely loved it when the men just let go and give in t the lust. It was always a better fuck that way. And sine he was way past the point of coherent sentences, all the better. Victoria always liked to be the one doing the talking anyway.

Not being able to speak above caveman grunts and groans however didn't mean Jesse wasn't take an active role beyond jack hammering in Victoria's ass. His hand freed her hair then went to the small of her back and pushing her down, her face now against the flat wooden surface of the dresser.

“Yeah that's right,” she said, her voice both yearning and teasing. “Really fucking go deep up that ass...mmmm yeah just how I fucking like it Jesse...oh fuck YES!” She yelled out, slamming her hands hard on the surface of the dressed. Hard, deep...perfect.

Faster and faster he drilled, his mind and body laser focused on getting that last release of pleasure. He and Victoria were both on that precipice, it wouldn't take much to knock either over the line.

And Victoria wanted her cookie first. Her hand went right between her legs, working her clit like a mad woman all while demanding Jesse go even harder. No pausing..everything...and then some.

“FUCK IT!” she yelled. “FUCK MY ASS! Oh but when you cum...oh you better fucking shoot that dirty fucking cum right in my mouth...I want to taste my ass on that cock! Then get that hot fucking cum right inmy mouth...ngg...down my throat...fucking do it...fuck...gonna cum...fuck I'm gonna cum with that cock up my ass YESSSS!!!”

Victoria howled as her asshole clamped down hard on Jesse's still thrusting cock, her orgasm a rolling tide, crashing against every single nerve ending in her body. Heaven with the fire of Hell burning the edges. But it wasn't over yet...and Victoria was only to happen to give Jesse his happy ending.

“Ung cumming...gonna..fuck!” He pulled out of her ass and Victoria spun around to her knees, her hands and mouth getting to his cock before he could grab it to jack himself. Victoria liked being hands on.

The suckjob was nothing short of furious. Hard and fast, her hand pumping his shaft while the other worked those jizz filled balls of his until maximum overdrive was achieved.

He moaned out her named, pleasure racing throughout his body and exploding out of his cock, right into Victoria's hungry mouth, the happy little harlot greedily swallowing down every single bit she could. Waste not want not.

“Well, I think we've broken in your new place quite nicely,” Victoria said. She got to her feat and began to reach for their clothes, haphazardly tossed about the apartment. They were just a few stray gym clothes, as that was her destination before she and Jesse scratched their mutual itches. “And since I got my cardio ut of the way, I think I'll just do a few laps at the pool. Probably should shower first though, you mind?”



Jesse didn't. He joined her in fact. He had work to get ready for anyway, helping Madelaine train some new hires at Knockers so a shower combined with some post-sex fooling around was the perfect way to make sure he went to work In a good mood.

It did seem to do the trick as his good mood remained after Victoria had left. And as Jesse still had a few hours to kill, he decided to just sit back and watch some TV, but that plan was interrupted by a knock at his door. And when he answered his door, that mood went sour.

“What are you doing here Matt?” he asked, refusing to let his estranged friend in the door. “Nobody here but me, in case you were in need of someone else to run out of town.”

“Look, I know I'm the last person you want to see,” Matt said “And... I'm sorry about the whole Demi thing, I really am. But...I need to know something. And it involves her.”

“I'm not telling you where she went.”

“I don't deserve to know.” That comment shocked Jesse. He didn't expect to hear that from Matt. “Look...that night...the Halloween party when...when someone got Demi drunk and...”

“Pretty much raped her?”

“Yeah....it was Paul, wasn't it?”

Jesse hesitated. He didn't know what to do, or how Matt had figured this out. He needed to buy some time. “Why do you ask?”

“I know it sounds weird, but it's for my job...look, that's all I need to know. I'm not going to look for Demi or anything like that. That ship has sailed, even to just apologize to her. But that's what happened, right? And she made you promise not to tell.”

“Well I guess it's to telling if you figured it out.”

Matt nodded. “That makes what I have to do easier.”

“What exactly is it you have to do? Jesse asked.

“You don't need to know. Thanks Jesse. And...sorry. If you see or hear from Demi...tell her I'm sorry as well. Like she wouldn't believe. For what it's worth.”

“Yeah sure,” Jesse said. It'd been a while since he saw Matt act like he was anything but Paul, Jr., and this seemed like the guy he used to be. His friend and the guy Demi was madly in love with. Before Matt walked out the door, Jesse had one more question for him. “Did you know? That...you know...Paul did it?”

“I guess? I don't know. It doesn't matter now. Because he's into going to get to do it again. Or even attempt it.” And with that cryptic sentence, Matt walked out, leaving Jesse to wonder what exactly had just happened an what Paul had done to tip the scales like this.

*****

Like many of the college's students, Norman was putting the finishing touches on his first apartment. Unlike many of them, including his own girlfriend Taylor Swift, he was done. Everything in it's proper place and ready to go, ready to work. Which was what he had been doing.

It was a simple enough gig, redesigning Bella's website, beefing up the security and encryption, securing everything to the Nth power. After some recent breach sin her personal trust Bella wanted a total do over of her security and was willing to pay a hefty price. And since Norm was no longer taking sexual favors from Bella or her girls, his asking price went up. Bella didn't mind. It was just business. As long as goods and services were paid for, that was what was important.

Norm sometimes still was amazed he would turn down sexual fantasies come true from an array of drop dead gorgeous women, they were a thing of the past for him. Now, there was only one woman...and ironically she also wasn't above paying him with sex for services at one time.

But that was in the past. Now, it wasn't business with Taylor Swift, it was very personal and Norman wouldn't have it any other way. He never thought he'd say that about him and Taylor, the whole thing had snuck up on them both and left them both with big smiles.

And when he really thought about it, their relationship did make all the sense in the world. They did what they had to do. Business was business and was to be taken as such. Fools were not to be tolerated. When someone made things personal, the retaliation must be legendary. She didn't judge what he did and he afforded her the same consideration. What a match.

Going over all the reason it worked like that made things sound clinical. It wasn't. Taylor had an incredible soft and sweet side to her, a tenderness she chose to keep away from most. And seeing how well that meshed with her more edgy side made her endlessly fascinating to him. He couldn't wait to see her again every time she left.

And one of those gains was going to be later today. She'd called ahead a few hours earlier to let Norm know she would be showing up in the afternoon. And since they had keys to each other's place, they could both come and go as they pleased.

It would have been nice if she let Norman know when she was coming by, but that wasn't a big deal. She knew he had work to get done so if she came by the in the middle of it, the issue wouldn't be much of one.

Norman was actually in the middle of finishing up, at least enough to give Bella a quick one over when she was back in town, when he heard the sound of his front door opening. Taylor was in the building.



“Babe, you here?” he heard her ask, shutting the door behind her.

“Yeah, in my bedroom,” he said.

“That's nice and convenient,” Taylor said as she joined him. “Brought some food. Your favorite from Humberto's; Shrimps and queso burrito with lime-cilantor rice and queso blanco to go along with the gooey queso sauce in the burrito...and of course a side of black beans.”

“Perfect to the last detail.”

“Of course,” Taylor said with a grin. “Look who you're talking to.” She reached into the bag of food and handed him a Styrofoam container, then took her own out. “Care to guess what I've got?”

“Three fish tacos on a bed of rice, one extra lime and light on the cabbage and extra salsa verde.”

“Ding ding,” she said, opening her container. “You're not so bad yourself.” She closed her food up and kissed Norman. “You still have those Pacificos in the fridge?”

“Yeah...maybe we could put the food in there too, for now at least.”

“Why's that, aren't you hungry?”

“Yeah, but I was thinking maybe I take you out? Kind of been cooked up here all day...and you know...go out on the town with a beautiful woman on my arm...”

“Well, first of all thank you,” she said with a smile. “I don't know. I just thought it'd be better if we stayed in...cuddled with some Mexican food and beer... maybe more. Doesn't that sound fun?”

“Well yeah, of course it does.”

“Well then there we go.” She gave him that smile again. It wasn't intentional on her part. She didn't really know he couldn't say no to it. And even if she did, she was going to make things that much sweeter for him. “Besides, if we went out, then I wouldn't be able to do this right now.”

“Do what?”

“This.” Taylor winked at him then got to her knees. She tossed her shirt off, leaving her just in her bra and cut offs. Taylor looked up at him, her blue eyes almost glowing with the heat of what she was going to do. Her hands grabbed the gym shorts he was wearing. Being self-employed meant no dress code for Norman, which meant no wasted time with zippers and belts. It was off with those shorts and on to Taylor's appetizer.

“Mmm, this makes a girl feel wanted,” Taylor said. Her hands gently grasped his cock, already hard and ready for her. “I don't even have to touch it, do I? Not to get your hard at least. Just the thought of these red lips one your pole gets you hard, doesn't it? I've sucked you so many times and you're always ready, huh? And it doesn't bother you does it? That these lips have had so many other cocks...your girlfriend has been around...does it bother you baby?”

“No,” he said, his voice cracking a bit and she slowly and delicately began to pump his cock. “If...ohhh if anything I'm reaping the benefits...and I'm the only one now anyway...”

“One of the many reasons I like you Normie,” she said with a cute little smile. “Always smart...and smart is sexy.” It actually got Taylor a little more turned on than she already was hearing him say that. How her business transaction didn't phase him. And it was true...she hadn't been with anyone else since they started dating. Sex was no longer in her checkbook. It had never needed to be. She knew how to negotiate without it. But sex was also fun....and as it turned out, even more fun when it meant something more than a fair trade.

“Now...I think even before we got together as more than fuck associates you knew I LOVED sucking dick. Just...mmm just love it Normie. But you want to know why?”

“Why?” He was n the palm of her hand, figuratively and literally. While one hand softly pumped his dick, the other gently played on his thighs, razing up and down with her nails, sometimes her fingers tracing his and her names on the flesh surrounding his joy division. And her lips...those full red lips working in lustful tandem with those gorgeous blue eyes. She kissed his thigh, just above the knee, and left a red lip print on the flesh.

“I love how it feels in my mouth. How your beautiful cock pulses...how it twitches..how it flexes when you moan for me...and that...that something. That special way it throbs when you're about to cum for e. When I've pushed you to the point that holding back is just a fantasy and you give me all that delicious cum. Every last drop. That throbbing is like a calm before the storm....right before the rain hits. It's absolutely gorgeous.”

Her grip on his cock relaxed and Taylor's fingers teased the stalk before stopping the head. Taylor index finger took a single droplet of precum that had already began to form and swirled it delicately around the head. Norman shivered. He reach out for Taylor head, but she blocked him.

“No...let me do the work...all of it...this is for you Normie Baby...all for you...”

Those were Taylor's last words for a bit, as when that last word fell from her lips she wrapped those red lips around the head of his cock.

“Oh god Tay,” he said. “Oh baby...just like that..”

She sucked hard on his head, her tongue making love to his throbbing mushroom tip. Taylor wasn't going down any further, not just yet. She knew what Norman liked, how to give him just that right amount of unobtainable pleasure. Taking him all the way deep right now...well that would just ruin the flow.

She moved her lips from the very tip to the very root, planting kisses up and doown his hardness while her hands gently teased his balls. Her nails softly tickling them before cupping and massaging the orbs.

“And you know I never forget these bad boys,” said Taylor before bringing her mouth to his balls giving them a loving sucks and tongue bath, all while Norman sat white knuckled in his office chair.

One balls sucked on and rolled with her tongue, then the other, then both. Her hand slowly worked his cock and Taylor's eyes were still locked on his. She needed him to see it, that desire on her face, in her eyes. How much she enjoyed it, making him feel pleasure and the pleasure it brought her.

For Norman, it took all his will power not to touch her face, even to just brush her red-tipped blonde locks from her face. That was still a no go. Taylor wanted to do all the work, just let him enjoy it. And enjoy it he did.

That Enjoyment skyrocketed when her mouth went back to his cock, ready to go for the full experience. The full experience though never began at full speed. That wasn't Taylor's style. She wanted the moment savored and the act remembered. Too much pleasure at once and not only is over too soon, but all the build-up is worthless.

No, that never worked for Taylor, whether giving or receiving. Quickies had their lace, but that place wasn't there. Instead she took her time, altering her pace, keeping Norman guessing while being ever so methodical. Her tongue snaking, her hand teasing the tender flesh of his inner thighs while her other one had returned to his balls. The best part was something not a lot of men liked. It made them nervous, or in the worse case made them go soft. Norman? He loved it. He absolutely loved it when Taylor ever do slightly teased his cock with her teeth.

Not a bite. No, never that. A light grazing, sometimes. On the shaft,just at the most sensitive parts...and of course the crown, just at the ridge...and sometimes the underside. Just enough contact, just enough pressure to create goosebumps all over and have them return just at the memory.

“God Taylor...oh fuck baby...I...oh shit I can't believe how good you are...fuck...oh damn baby so fucking lucky...oh shit...”

“Mmm hmmm,” Taylor hummed in a sing song way. Encouragement was always welcome. Especially when it was delirious. Her pace sped up, the bright red of her lips fading now with every pass with red smears decorating Norman's cock. And all while never letting down with her technique, knowing just how to work her tongue, her fingers, everything. How to keep it at just that level without pushing him over the line. Norman cumming was up to her. And she had a few more things to say before that happened.

“I want to taste your cum honey,” Taylor said. Her hand had temporarily replaced her mouth, a blur on his hard dick. “I need a taste again...and I know you have so much for me...and that's the best part...it's all mine. Every last drop. So don't spill any...because that's not fair to me, is it...I earned every drop...so when you cum...I'm not going to stop sucking till I get every drop...you deserve it too...you';re so good to me...so I love being good to you...”

Norman could only reply with a grunt. He was still very conscious and in theory could form words, but with what Taylor was doing for him, words were useless. She understood. Her face told the tale with a smile and wink before her lips returned to his cock, ready to send him overboard.

Fast, furious and no mercy. She wanted him to cum, to feel that white hot liquid rocket out of the tip of his dick and splash against the roof of her mouth. One shot, to shots, everything he had to give her sliding down her throat like a warm drink.

Then it began, the end. She felt that delicate pulsing grow into something more chaotic, into a yearning throbbing, begging for release. She couldn't help but smile a bit with Norman's cock in her mouth, ready to explode. She loved the feeling. Almost as good as an orgasm of her own. She didn't worry about that though. She had faith Norman was going to provide that later on in the night.

“NnnNNGAAAH TAYLORRRRRRR!” Norman cried out, giving everything over to the pleasure Taylor was giving him. And Taylor was loving everything moment of it. Every shot of cum in her mouth, every gulp swallowing it down. How his dick throbbed and twitched as her mouth continued to milk it, giving him a case of full body shivers. She was true to her word as always, refusing to let him go until she got it all. It almost was an overdose of pleasure.

The moment his dick went limp, utterly sucked dry og life, Taylor released him, giggling a little when she saw the state he was in: slumped down the chair, soaked in sweat and desperate to catch his breath. And when his eyes caught hers again, that smile she'd grown to adore crossed his face.

“Oh baby,” he said. He reached for Taylor face, caressing it in his hand before leaning over to kiss her deeply. He didn't care that she'd just swallowed his cum. It didn't even cross his mind. He just needed to show his appreciation in some way.

“Mmmm,” Taylor said, blushing a little from the affection. “Well, now that is what I call an appetizer. No how about we move on to the main course?” She got to her feet and left the bedroom, only to return with the beers from the fridge. Taylor then laid on the bed, gesturing for Norman to join her. “Come on babe. I mean after all, nothing like dinner in bed...although I'm sure we could think of something.”


 
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« Reply #38 on: November 01, 2019, 05:23:59 AM »
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“All right newbies, line up,” Madelaine said. She had ninety minutes to give these new Knockers recruits a crash course in handling the customers. Sure, they thought orientation was enough, but management knew better. Which was why Madelaine had arrived early, flanked by Jesse who had quickly become her exclusive busser. They were an amzing team and had never closed a night short of five hundred bucks since he started. Madelaine even used her influence as the lead server to get Jesse's work schedule to match with hers. That was the team and that's how it was.

Of course, the caveat to this was more responsibilities for Madelaine at the restaurant. Which she accepted. She saw it as managerial experience. So she had personally done the interview process for this new hires. All five of them from a pool of dozens. She had an eye for talent, and she had herself a loaded deck. With one sure fire Ace in the whole, Selena Gomez. She had it all. Cute and sexy, hot body, and a friendly demeanor. She could reel them in for sure. And the better the new hires, the bigger chance of her actually getting a manager position.

The women had lined up, Selena at the end of the line. Madelaine walked up and down this grouping. “It's pretty simple ladies,” she said. “Take the order with a smile. Be a slut and a saint, a good girl and a trollop all rolled into one. Then you get the easy money, right?” She stopped and stepped back to look at the all, smiling in a knowing way. “Wrong. You're all very, very wrong. This isn't some strip joint. Knockers sells sex, we absolutely do. But let's be frank ladies, if the customers just wanted tits and ass there's a strip club three blocks away. Not that much of a drive. So..why do they come here. What do we give that the strippers can't?”

She looked around, and Selena reluctantly raised her hand. “Gomez, speak.”

“Um, well we're there more than the strippers.” Selena answered. “I mean we check on them along with the bussers, get more contact with them, so we have to develop some kind of repair with them. I mean if they're seated they're paying no matter what so they're already spending money. So we give them something a little extra with their meal. Everyone wants to feel wanted. Not even just, you know, sexually. You pay attention to the customer, customize the experience so they don't feel like they're on a conveyor belt in a factory.”

“A little overlong but the sentiment is right.” Madealine gave Selena a smile then looked to the rest of the girls again. “Strippers can be nice to their customers. Even have regulars. But it's much more of a rehearsed routine in general. And what they're selling is quick. Once the customer gets the time they want with Peppermint or Dandelion or whatever stage name they use, the customer goes unles they're a full on stalker. We don't have that. These guys are putting away some serious food and they stay until they can walk again. So we  play a little nicer with them. We know them a little longer. Make it count and nine times out of ten you'll get a real nice tip. And know those faces, ladies. That way, when we get knew things on the menu, you know your regulars' faces and names and tastes. Makes ti feel more personal and, you guessed it, you get more money in your pocket.”

Madelaine saw the girls smiling.  Now it was time to bring them back down.

“I'm glad you guys like the sound of all that,” Madelaine said. “Here's the other part. Some of these guys are going to be drunk. Some of them are going to be creepers. Drunk ones at that. So...what do you do then?” Madelaine looked over to Jesse, signalling him over. “This is Jesse. He's my busser. Your busser is your best friend here. He helps keep your customers happy, joking around. He helps them fall hard for you. If you have a feature you like, you tell your busser to play that up for your customers. They clear the tables, bring the drinks, and help you sell. Jesse's the best, so he's always with me. You know what else they do? They get your creepers kicked out. The customers touch you inappropriately, you signal your busser, they go to the bouncer and then that is taken care of. Quick, efficient, and the rest of the customers don't get their night ruined by some drunk asshole.”

“What if they get extra...grabby?” Selena asked.

“Well then, that's when you can get just a little punchy,” Madelaine said. “The moment they get forceful, then you can get forceful right back. Now, with that being said, let's move on to something that will hopefully be a bit more of an positive thing then discussions over groping, the food testing. When you recommend daily specials, menu items, all of that, you better know what you're talking about. So, myself and Jesse here are going to go to the back, grab some food and bring out so you can all taste it. And yes, Vegan options included. While we're gone, study those menus.” Madelaine and Jesse turned to leave, then the redhead turned around once more. “Selena, we need a third. Come.”

Selena shrugged and got up, speed walking a bit to catch up with Madelaine. “Um...am I I trouble or something? For the questions?”

“No,” Madelaine said. “Quite the opposite. You had questions, you asked them. I don't like a quiet line-up. They don't tend to be the best workers. Half of those girls will probably last a couple weeks tops. They think it's all tits and ass. You, I like you. Liked you when I interviewed you. So that's why you'll be shadowing me tonight. And we're going to start a little early.”

The trio entered the kitchen to find trays full of food, fresh, hot and ready to go. Madelaine pointed out one of the trays to Selena. “Take that one out first,” she said. “All appetizers. Black plates are regular, white ones are the vegan options.  The tray holders are right by the door. And if you could please grab three. One for you, two for myself and Jesse.”

“Sure thing,” Selena said with a smile. She hefted her tray on one arm and grabbed three of the tray holder before heading out. She and Jesse exchanged a quick glance before she left. Now, to anyone else, that glance would simply come across as a simple nod. Nothing deeper. To someone like Madelaine however who could read a look in a millisecond, she understood totally.

“Keep it in your pants for now Jesse,” Madelaine joked. “At least give her a week before trying to get some of that.”

“What?” he asked. “I was just smiling at her.”

“Uh huh, sure. Look, when you do just don't fuck in the restaurant again like you did with Peyton.”

“Wait...how did you know about that?”

“We do have security cameras here, genius,” teased Madelaine. “Don't worry, no one saw it but me. I like to get here early and look at the security stuff sometimes. That tape went bye bye. That being said...nice job.”

“Uh...thanks.”

“Look, I like you Jesse,” said Madelaine. “You're a good guy, you get the job done here, we make a lot of money. I consider you a friend, so let me just say slow it down a bit. You've been through what, two women in one semester? Both relationships, right? Or did I miss something over lunch break getting to know you sessions where you way overshare?”

“Well, yeah. But it's not like I jumped from one to another, they both left and all that.”

“And you went right from one relationship to another,” she said. She reached for a basket of fried pickles and brought them to Jesse. “Here, one of the perks of coming in early for this.”

He grabbed one of the fried pickles chips as did Madelaine. “So, where was I?” she said. “Oh yeah...don't go into this expecting true love or whatever. Just look for fun first. We don't need drama at this place, okay? I don't want it, neither do you.”

“Yeah, I read you.”

“But, to show I'm not a cock-blocker, she's like you. Looking to be an actor. So there's your in to get in. Especially if you see on campus.” The redhead tapped her pickle chip against Jesse's. “Cheers.”

“We going to finish this out there with the other girls?”

“Nah, let 'em sweat.” Madelaine replied. “This is probably the most stress free break we're going to get today.” She gave him a friendly wink as she chewed. It went well with what Jesse had to think on..he had kind of jumped from relationship to relationship...without really having fun...Victoria being the lone exception. Maybe it was time for some pure, non-committal fun.

*******



Matt was back at Bella's place. After speaking with Jesse, he knew there was o reason at all to protect Paul. He had come to the conclusion that Bella obviously had. Paul was skimming Bella's profits. Probably building some capital to do what Reggie attempted. And unlike Reggie, Paul was smart enough to know how to do it. Paul was a negotiator. He might have even been seeing some of Bella's business partners on his own. And since he was smarter than Reggie, Paul knew just how to skim to go undetected....if he wasn't dealing with someone like Bella. As smart as Paul was, his misogyny couldn't help itself. He couldn't think that a woman, especially one he fucked, could ever catch on to the things he was capable of.

He had never met a woman like Bella. And, to be honest, neither had Matt. That was clear with the influence Bella had had on him, as well as Dove. Sure, they were completely and totally filthy, slutty women. But they also had class. They were in control of themselves and their bodies. No one told them what to do or how to live. They did what they wanted and didn't really try to screw anyone outside of the bedroom. They both really changed Matt's view on a lot of things. They earned his loyalty. And with Matt accepting something he always suspected, Paul had lost his.

Still, there were nerves that twisted his stomach when it came to telling Bella about this. Would it blow back on him? He was friends with Paul way before he ever even met Bella or Dove. Would Bella question his loyalty? And, even with all this and what Paul had done to Demi, could he do it? What might he do in response?

Matt was hoping to have some more time to mull it over and do that over some of the vodka in Bella's office bar. Of course, that hope was crushed when he opened the door to see Bella behind the desk, going through some paperwork. She looked up at him and smiled. “Well hello Matt,” she said, taking her glasses off. “How are things?”

“Um...all right I guess,” he said. “I thought you wouldn't be back for a few more days.”

“I decided to change plans.” replied Bella. She got up from her seat and approached Matt, getting close to him and playing with his shirt a bit before kissing him “Didn't you miss me?” She smiled at him, her eyes knowing far more than her mouth was going to say. She knew Matt had something he had to say. It was just a waiting game.

“Well, yeah...I mean Dove has been amazing company as well...”

“Good...I like Dove too. We three...we make quite a little team, don't we?” Bella walked back to her desk, sitting on top of it. “So...you went through the books like I did, huh?”

He nodded.

“You came to the exact same conclusion I did, didn't you?”

“Yeah...I did.”

“Well, we'll talk about that later,” said Bella. “Right now, I have a job for you.” She got up from her desk again and walked to her bar, pouring herself a vodka then one for Matt. “Here.”

He walked over and grabbed the glass. “What do you need?”

“As you know, Kelli's audition is coming up. Tonight actually. Usually I wouldn't dream of putting such a new girl on the Elite payroll but frankly she was invaluable in the whole Reggie debacle and I think she's earned it. Besides, with what we've both discovered we might need to secure as many of our aces as possible.”
“Yeah, she really came through. Who's handling the audition?”

“You are,” said Bella. “You're going to get a taste of Kelli. See how far she can go. My Elite girls need to be able to run with me, with Dove. We need straight up filthy sluts but we also need a smart girl who can adapt and react to what their pervert has paid for. Sometimes an outright sex fiend can become a total pussycat at a moment's notice, from uttering filth you whispering sweet nothings. I know Kelli can suck a mean dick and I REALLY know she eats pussy like it's going out of style...” Bella looked at Matt and winked. “What I need to see is how she can deal with a man of...endless taste such as yourself. You can keep up with me and Dove. If Kelli can keep up with you, she's in.”

“Well, where do we begin the job interview?” Mat asked, any tension he once felt obliterated by his eagerness to “audition” Kelli. And that eagerness made Bella grin.

“There's a pre-furnished apartment on the tenth floor; 1075,” Bella said.  “Studio, nice. Mainly used for situations just like this. I have an agreement with the management here. Kelli's waiting there with a bottle of Belvedere and some vermouth. Have some martinis before you get really dirty.”

The two finished their vodka, then Bella kissed Matt again. “Have fun, babe.”

Matt made his way to the room, his mind more on the fact he was going to fuck Kelli Berglund in any dirty way his mind could think up rather than the words Bella had just spoken. He'd definitely have a lot to think of in that arena later, but right now, he had work to do and he was feeling every bit the workaholic right now.

One short elevator trip down and he entered the studio apartment, and there was Kelli at the kitchen area, dressing in a small red satin robe, open just enough to show off the underwear when wore underneath. She was just now finishing up mixing the martinis.

“Well hello there, she said, pouring him a glass to match the one she had made for herself. “Matt, isn't it?” She walked towards him, handing the drink to him.

“That it is” he said, taking the glass. “And you're obviously Kelli. Pleasure to finally meet you. IN a proper, intimate setting at least.”

“The pleasure's all mine.”

“Oh, I'm not so sure about that.” Kelli gave him a cheeky smile as she sipped from her drink. “I'm assuming you know the deal?”

“Of course,” Kelli aid. “There's an opening in Bella's cream of the crop. I'm interviewing for the position by showing you how many positions you can put me in. Spoiler alert...it's a lot.” Kelli slipped her tiny robe off and made her way to the bed, a surprisingly big and comfortable looking king size. She finished off her drink and set it aside. She looked up at Matt and reached her hands forward, pulling his pants down and freeing his semi-hard cock. “You know what they say about job interviews, right? Always start off with your strengths.”

“Suck that cock then,” Matt said. Kelli winked at him and put the head right between her lips, sucking it softly while she rolled her tongue over it in circles, moving under the head and slowly circling around it. “That's right...mmmm just like that.”

Matt held back,the only work he was doing was holding back strand of that lovely blonde hair from her face. He couldn't help but want to look down at that face, those luscious brown eyes while she sucked his cock. There was just something enticing about watching a master at work.

Kelli was certainly that, a master. No one could suck cock like she could, even Bella and Dove would admit that. They'd seen her in action. They'd joined in. Kelli just had a passion for it. A true craving for cock and nothing but. And a flat out ingrained need to make them feel good. Which is exactly what she was doing with Matt.

She was further down on his cock now. Not all the way, but at a halfway point. Kelli was building up to go full blast. To make him absolutely ache to cum. To drive him wild, make him go right into reckless abandon mode all in the quest to get his nut. That of course required more than her mouth. Sure, Kelli knew that was the featured player of the moment...but every star needs a great supporting cast. And Kelli's expertly manicured fingers played that part.

She didn't grasp at Matt's balls. That wasn't for now. Instead she lightly teased the sack, grazing them with just the tips of her fingers while his cock slowly sank deeper in her mouth with every pass. The delightful pace getting quicker...the sloshing sound of her sucking mixing amazingly with Matt's groans and grunts of approval.

Then, right at the perfect moment, Kelli took Matt's cock in to the root, all the way in her mouth and down her throat. “Ohhh fuckkkk Kelli,” he growled. “Hold it baby...fuck hold it right there...”

And she did. Kelli held his cock in her tight, warm throat before she had to pull away to gulp for air. She never looked distressed however, one bit. The only tell tale sign possible was a bit of her mascara running. And that was okay. It added to the visual.

When Kelli's breath returned, so did her mouth to Matt's cock. Now though, the build up was over. She slobbered her lips up and down his turgid dick, every throbbing vein getting covered in her saliva. Kelli moved her mouth to Matt's balls licking and sucking them while her hand pumped his dick with a speed and rhythm that would make Buddy Rich's jaw drop.

“Here's a not-so well guarded secret,” Kelli said. “I love cock. That's not just a company line either. I utterly love it. How dick looks...feels...smells..tastes...FUCK I just...just thinking about a hard dick makes my mouth water and my pussy wet. Mmmm this is such a nice cock too...and I want you to believe me Matt...you believe me right?”

“Mmm...y-yes....yes I do...”

“Good. It's true. I can cum with a girl but it's nothing like having a cock. Sucking one....having it in my pussy...or my ass. It's all so yummy...fuck I can't wait to have your cock everywhere. It's going to feel so fucking good....”
“How about you beg for it?” Matt suggested. “Beg for what you crave...”

“Mmm, please sir,” Kelli purred, a cheeky little smile on her face. “It's such a perfect cock...my mouths is watering so bad...fuck my throat...I want to show you how much I need it...please...fuck my throat like the whore I am....”

Kelli opened her mouth and laid out her pink tongue, waiting for Matt to place his cock upon it. She moaned a bit as he did, winking at him as she prepared for him. She placed her hands at his hips, bracing herself.

Matt grabbed a handful of Kelli's blonde hair, bunching it together as he began to ram her throat. The girl had no gag reflex. Matt still couldn't believe it. The word's couldn't have been in Kelli's lexicon. Kelli also seemed to have no limit. Between the wet, soothing sounds coming with every thrust into her mouth, Kelli managed to let out something that sounded like a desperately hungry moan out. And if Mat was able to feel her pussy, he'd feel how soaking wet she was. Kelli was a great many things, but a liar wasn't one of them. She loved every moment of this.

Matt was almost taken aback by how unfazed Kelli was at his hard and fast facefucking. Unfazed wasn't even the word for it...she almost seemed to fucking herself back on his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. She was insatiable, and right now, so was Matt.

He yanked his cock from her mouth and slapped it on Kelli's face as she gulped for air. He stood back and removed his clothing, then looked at the sexpot on the bed, the grin she had returning to her face.

“Lay back,” said Matt. “I'm gonna have that pussy.”

“Oooh, tough talk,” Kelli said as she leaned back. “I think you can back it up too...just don't disappoint...”

HE was on her in seconds, stripped bare.  A surprised but confident chuckle escape her lips before being silenced by a ferocious kiss.  “I don't think there's going ot be much disappointment,” he said. Matt then reached between them and under her skirt, grabbing Kelli's pants and ripped them off with one tugs. Kelli's smile grew wilder.

“Now we're cooking,” she said. Matt answered by thrusting in to her sopping cunt, Kelli letting out a deep moan at being filled. And there was no slow build up. This was full breakneck speed fucking from the start Moans, and howls of pleasures mixing with the sounds of colliding flesh. Names like dirty little slut and filthy whore came pouring out of Matt's mouth directed at Kelli while she fired right back calling him a filthy fucking pervert and a disgusting and dirty motherfucker...and both loved every moment of it.

Every hard thrust got a delicious growl of lust from Kelli's mouth, never once breaking the lock of her gaze on his unless he hit just the right spot in just the way, making her have to shut her eyes and shiver, losing what control she was maintaining.

Matt pulled out of her and flipped Kelli over flat on her stomach.

“Ooooh yes baby, just like that you dirty fuck!” she howled when her was back inside of her, and on top of her, totally in control of her. Kelli held the sheets of the bed tight, gritting her teeth in a sinful grin as his cock was driving deeper into her. Deep, harder, faster, and in total control. “Fuck...take it...use that fucking pussy...just...ng...like...THAT!”

Matt slowed down just a bit, driving deeper into Kelli's cunt, grinding his hips with his cock buried deep inside of her.

“Nnnnyeah,” she sighed. “Let me really feel that beautiful cock...every rock hard inch...feel it throb in my cunt...oooh baby, I like it...just like this. You nkpw just what to do...”

If Matt was taking notes, he'd have given Kelli an A with an infinite amount of pluses. He talking game was on point. It wasn't just knowing what words to say, but how to say them, the tone of voice, the timing. And no matter what a little bit, or a lot, of truth in every word. No lying except on your back or stomach.

“I think I got a good idea Kelli,” Matt said, his gravely, lustful voice sending a few additional sparks up her already tingling spine. “I think that cock you love so much needs to go somewhere else...”

“Read my mind honey,” purred Kelli. “I'm aching for that cock in my ass.”

Matt gave her a few more pumps before pulling out and getting to his feet. Keli rolled onto her back and he pointed her towards the window. “Bend over the window sill. Anyone who passes by is going to see you getting fucked like a filthy little tramp.”

“Free advertising,” Kelli said with a grin. “I like it.” She stood up, removing her bra and showing off her cute, petite breasts, topped with wonderful pink nipples. Matt got a good look at him before she walked past him to the window, doing as he instructed and bending over it. The arch of her back was nothing sort of perfect, making that cute bottom of hers look even more delicious. “I know t's a nice view but that ass is so much better to fuck than it is to stare at.”

Kelli had a wonderful way with words. Matt got up behind her, smacking that ass before pressing his cock up against Kelli's delightful starfish. The resistance was minimal, and soon he was inside a whole new slice of heaven.

“Ahhh yesssss,” Kelli said, smiling wide as he ass was filled with cock. She braced her arms hard against the windowsill for what was coming next. “Take that asshole!” she demanded. “Make me your fucktoy Matt...because that'ts what I am and I love every fucking moment of it!”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and did just that, giving Kelli precisely the anal pounding she had asked for.

“Take it!” he yelled. “Take it you fucking slut!” Every...ung...fuck..mmming inch!”

“Yeah yeah yeah!” she squealed. “Mmm gimme that good dick...make sure I never forget it...pound that dirty asshole...mmmmm fuck make this slut yours!”

Matt was like a laser with his focused actions. Every single instinct was pure lust. Every driving thrust and drilling motion into her ass, every slap on her ass cheeks, a lustful bite on her shoulder, Matt was getting lost in everything Kelli was offering.

And Kelli? Kelli was just as ecstatic, just and punch-drunk in lust...but not quite as lost as Matt was. She was still giving him a lexicon of filth from her mouth while she threw a few sensational curve-balls at him, squeezing and flexing her ass while his cock continued to drill it, twerking herself on him, meeting him for every last filthy thrust he made.

Matt pulled out of Kelli's ass and spun her around, a confident yet dick drunk smile on her face.

“Lay on the ground, now,” he said. “I want to see that face while I take your ass...”

“Mmm, yes sir,” she said, winking at him. The moment she was down, he was back on her, kissing her like a depraved madman while his cock once aain returned home to her ass. And Kelli of course had a lot say about that.

“Yesss....oooh baby just like that...fucking hammer that ass..FUCK IT! Don't slow down...fucking use me to cum...fucking do it...use that slutty fuckhole...ohhhh fuck yessss!”

Matt was now wordless, his face watching Kelli's face intently. Every expression and micro-expression on her face, the lust, the hunger for more, how her lips curled with every profane thing she spit out at him was just more and fuel for the fire. When Kelli's hand shot down between them to rub her clit while he took her ass, Matt knew the end was approaching, and he was going to do what he could to bring it on faster.

“Rub that fucking clit,” he demanded. “Fucking pay with your pussy and cum with a dick in your ass...mmmm dirty little whore...fuck yeah..”

“Mmmm fuck yes...gonna cum with that nice dick up my ass...mmm that good dick...but you;'re gonna cum too...gonna give me that filthy fucking cum...disgusting...nnng pervert....shooting that dirty cum...but that's okay...mmm...because I'm dirty fucking whore and love it...”

And that did it for Matt, just as Kelli knew it would. She moaned as he grunted, feeling his cock pulse and begin to shoot his cum up her ass. It was enough to set of Kelli's orgasm, a delicious domino effect of pleasure.

As first waves of her orgasm ran through her, Matt removed his cock from Kelli's ass, moving open her face and firing the last few shots in her open mouth and face, leaving her the perfect slutty mess. Sweaty, covered in cum and in mid orgasm.

Once the two had caught their breath, Kelli rolled on her side, leaning on her elbow. She looked at Matt with a cocked eyebrow. “So boss...how'd I do?”

As Matt was giving his very in depth analysis,  Bella and Dove had coe to their own similar conclusion after watching the whole event unfold on Bella's computer from her office. Bella had installed a couple well placed hidden cameras when she decided to audition Kelli. Dove and Bella looked and each other and grinned. It was unanimous.

“She's in.” Bella said with a smile.

 
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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #39 on: November 01, 2019, 05:34:05 AM »
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The weekend had finally arrived for the college town. Many of the remaining members of the student body were returning to town and prepare for the upcoming semester. Of course, many of the students had already returned and had started settling in once more.

Others who had come back earlier were already way past settling in and getting ready to relax and enjoy their last truly free weekend. Among this grouping were six people all located within Peter Farrano and Hailee Steinfeld's apartment. It was a night of movies and pizza, just hanging out. All just as Camila had hoped. Also like she was hoping for, everyone was getting along. Not that they hadn't before, but still, it was nice to see it continue.

On the sectional couch that had up until recently been Lili's makeshift bed. Right on her usual sleeping spot is where she sat with Jake, cuddled close together but with her attention 100% on the movie playing before them, Hellraiser. The film choice was Peter, and Lili couldn't have been happier.

Dead center on the middle section of the couch were Peter and Hailee, with Hailee in Peter's lap, her legs draped over the rest of couch and her head propped up an big cushion. A plate with a half-eaten slice of pizza was on her stomach rising and falling with her breath. Peter's hand was on her legs, caressing them while his other hand played with her hair. His eyes, much like Lili's were focused on the screen.

And on the final bit of the couch were Camila and Jose, similarly cuddled up as the others were, though Cami was more focused on Jose, who was frequently covering his eyes and burying his face in her shoulders at any sign of the gore the film had dripping from it. While this stuff wasn't exactly Camila's favorite, being friends with Peter had built her a bit of a resistance to all of the blood FX. This was something her friendship with Lili had only strengthened. Jose however had no such tolerance for this, which both surprised and humored Cami. Mr. Hardcore Wrestler himself couldn't take the fake blood and gore. She thought it was a nice little balance. She had to cover her eyes at his matches whenever he put himself at an unnecessary risk or decided he needed to bleed a river, he had trouble with foam rubber coated in corn syrup and red food dye.

The film was nearing it's climax. The villain of the piece was midway into being torn apart by Pinhead and his cohorts, his skin twisted and torn and Jose's eyes totally covered at the sight.

Resigned to his fate, the villain said his final words, “Jesus wept”, which Peter and Lili repeated in sync with the film. Then, the man exploded in a fountain of gore, bringing grins to gore-hounds faces as from the the film raced to its conclusion.

The moment the credits rolled, and Jose was able to see again, Lili began to rave. “I love this movie!” Lili said. “One of the best of all time!”

“I know, right?” Peter said.

“The FX are so good, the movie is so sexy, and gory and...oh so good, especially for a debut movie!”

“Aww, look, they made friends,” Cami said with a sarcastic tone and a genuine smile.

“Oh it's gonna get to be a real love fest when Lili sees your horror collection babe,” Hailee added.

“You've got a collection?” Lili asked. “I have a collection too! I mean back at home but it's pretty sizable.”

“I can vouch,” Hailee added. “Peter has one just as big. And we got most of it set up in the office. Some of it in the bed room.”

“What have you got?”

“OH, the early Movie Maniacs, normal and bloody variants, Tortured Souls...”

“Oh my GOD I have to see them!” Lili said. She turned to Jake like an excited school girl. “Please?  Please baby can we go see them?”

“Well, since we're in the apartment where they're located and not in a museum halfway across the world, sure.”

“Well, while you guys do that, Peter and I will be in the kitchen making a legendary cocktail of our own creation, the Ninja Knockout,” Camila said. “We discovered it freshman year of high school. Raided his parents liquor cabinet.”

“First question, why is it called the Ninja Knockout?” Jose asked. “And secondly WHY DO YOUR TOYS HAVE BLOOD ON THEM? The movies soaked in them aren't enough?”

“Oh come on,” Lili said. “You have a bloody Abdullah the Butcher toy.”

“That's different because Abdullah never made anyone's head explode!”

“No, he only stabbed people in the head with a fork,” Jake said.

“Don't try and use logic against me, it won't work.” replied Jose.

“And that's something I can vouch for,” Cami said. “And to answer the question, it's called Ninja Knockout because you can't taste the massive amounts of alcohol in the drink. Just one will get you way past buzzed. Two or three? You're blacked out and passed out.”

“You bring the nuclear green cherries?” Peter asked.

Camila reached for a small paper bag on the table in front of her, taking out the jar of the artificially colored cherries. “What do you think?”

“Awesome,” Peter said. “Haiz, you good with showing them the office collection?”

“You got it babe,” she said, giving Peter a quick kiss before getting to her feet. “Cami, should I bring a barf bag for Jose?”

“Oh come on, it's not that bad.”

“Dude, he has the Tortured Souls,” Lili said. “One of them has an exposed brain and another one is being hung by hooks and piercings.”

“...exposed brain?”

Hailee led Lili, Jake and Jose to the office while Camila and Peter headed to the kitchen.

“This is has been a lot of fun, huh?” Cami asked. “So glad we did it. And I'm rally happy we're all, you know, just cool. Getting along.”

“Definitely been fun.” Peter replied. “Hope this isn't the last time for all of this either. Been too long since we just hung out. No kind of drama surrounding it or getting to know you weirdness with new people. Just...laid back fun. Speaking of which, how did you eve know I had the ingredients for the Ninja Knockout?”

“I asked Hailee what kind of booze you guys had around the house and it all just clicked.” answered Cami. “Figured we give all them a little blast into our past. I think just one drink a piece though. No one needs to be black out drunk.”

“Oh I don't know, we could always end up making a movie like you and I did when we made the first batch.” Peter opened one of the cabinets in the kitchen and began to remove various bottles of liquor and liqueur.

“Oh my god we DID do that!” Cami remembered as she grabbed a few glasses. “Do you still have it?”

“Somewhere on one of my hard drive. It was the only film of mine you ever were in. Camera shy sober but when you're blitzed, an improv master.”

“Well, at least until I threw up on the couch,” she said. “But I did make that work, didn't I?”

The two began to laugh a bit before beginning the mixing of the cocktail, almost like a chef line in a restaurant. There was a science to this drink that only these two knew.

“Speaking of films,” Cami said. “Since I'm now part of yours and Sabrina's little venture, what sounds better to you, Executive Producer Camila Mendes or Producer. I'm leaning towards Executive myself. Feels like it has an extra bit of OOMPH to it...but Producer just sounds bad ass. Oh my god, THE PRODUCER IS HERE!!!”

“I think we'll sort that out when we get to making the credits,” said Peter. He paused what he was doing and turned to face Camila. “Thanks though. For the money. I know fifty grand is a lot but...”

“Hey, what did I say when you and Sabs came by to ask?” Cami asked. “It's okay. I'm not only happy to help, I want to. Yeah, it's a lot of money but I trust that you guys have budgeted this out and know what you're doing. Besides, it's your dream and you're my best friend. I'll help you in any way I can. The price tag doesn't matter. So, don't hesitate next time, okay? And no power point presentations, I'm not an executive or anything. I mean for Christ's sake I've seen you in your Batman underoos, we don't need to put on airs around each other. Could you hand me the Jager?”

“Oh, sure,” Peter said. He handed her to ice cold liqueur while he added some of his own ingredients to each glass. “I just don't want to use you for an ATM is all.”

“Yeah, thanks for that. But this isn't ATM use. But it's all good. We're working together, you get to execute your vision with Sabrina, I get to help, and I get to see you, Sabs, and Hailee in action. I can't wait. The script is really good too. I haven't been able to stop reading it. You guys have something special. I just have one tiny request.”

“Hey, it's your money, what do you need?”

“Well, I guess it's more like two. You've cast two of the female leads, but none of the male ones and there's still one more female role for the last story segment of the movie, right?”

“Yeah, we're going to do some casting stuff first weekend of the new semester. We got the Small theater from eight til four for auditions. Me, Sabrina and Hailee are going to be auditioning all comers.”

“Get a fourth chair,” Cami said. “I want in on that. If that's cool.”

“You got it. Anything else?”

“Well, now that you mention it, you said the guy who was doing the FX now just wants to do camera work, right?”

“Yeah. He's good too. We still have his designs but he's fine with us building on or changing them. He wouldn't mind consulting whoever we get to replace him.”

“Use Lili,” said Cami. “Seriously, she's good, really good. She did make-up stuff as a hobby in high school. Hailee's seen it. She's obsessed with horror and stuff like that just like you. I'm not asking you or Sabrina to do this sight on seen, but look at her portfolio, her designs, some of the amateur stuff she's done. She's good. She's a writer too so maybe she could go over the script as well. Again, if you're cool with that.”

“Hey, we got time before it all starts, so yeah, I'll check her stuff out. And if Sabrina's cool with it let her read the script.”

“Great!” Cami chirped, before giving Peter a quick but strong hug. “And that's it as far as my list of demands go. Now, let's focus on these drinks....slush or no slush...”

“Well, if we slush 'em then there's the possibilities someone is going to get an ice cream headache.”

“Slush style it is then,” Cami said with a giggle. Peter took out his blender and loaded it up with ice, followed by the alcoholic confection the two had been creating, then blended it into a smooth texture.

“You know, with all this talk about Sabrina, I didn't even ask where she was. I mean I know I suggested to Hailee a triple date kind of thing but she was always welcome...along with your brother of course.”

“She's actually out on a make-up date with him right now,” Peter said. “The make-up part on him.”

“Oh, I had no doubt about that,” Cami said. “Typical Ben. Finding a way to fuck up something good.” She took the pitcher from the blender and poured four glasses full of the drink, then she and Peter grabbed two of their own.

“Don't I know it,” Peter said. He lifted his glass and Cami lifted her, clinking them in agreement over his brother. “I think we nailed it.”

“Then just one more ingredient to go,” Cami said. She opened the jar of green cherries and placed on on top of each slushified drink in the glasses. “Cocktail hour has officially started.

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There was a huge amount of tension in Ben Ferrano's car. He had gotten Sabrina to go out with him, to try and make-up for not responding to her...and a little bit for fucking another woman which was something she had no clue about.

Getting her to agree to it had been no small feat, but there they were...and she was still giving him a bit of the silent treatment. Not completely, and she had laughed at some of his jokes and attempt to break the wall of ice she'd put up between them.

He was hoping a nice, relaxing dinner for two at the Whiskey Casket would calm things down. Nothing too fancy to pump up expectations from either of them, just something relaxing. Sabrina had agreed to it, mainly as the word whiskey was just a soothing word to her as it was one of her favorite things creation.

However, the closer the pair got to the location, the more a feeling of dread was coming over Ben. At this point he knew it wasn't Sabrina doing this. The tension wasn't that high between them. This was coming from within....and that's when it hit him. Lucy./. Lucy WORKED at the Casket. He couldn't take Sabrina there!

Now his mind raced for a way out of this. He was good at thinking on his feet, especially in positions like this. When it came to juggling women this wasn't his first rodeo.

At the next light he took a left instead of a right, changing direction from the intended route. Sabrina immediately noticed.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Why are you going away from alcohol and mozzarella sticks?”

“Sabrina, would you agree I screwed up bad.”

“Yes. Yes I would.”

“Well, I think to start to fix that screw up...I..uh...should take you someplace really special, like that jazz club we went to after we moved in to the apartment.”

“You hate jazz.” Sabrina cooly replied. “You really hate jazz.”

“Yeah, but you love it, and I need to make things right, don't I?”

“Yeah, you do. But I don't want to spend the night in club where instead of listening to the music I'm paying more attention to you being visibly annoyed by the music not being “booty popping” enough for you.”

“It's not about me,” Ben said, trying to sound sincere, doing everything he could to convince Sabrina of how genuine he was being. “I promise I won't do that. And we'll get whatever you want to drink. On me. Just...let me make it up to you...”

Sabrina listened to him. Something was off. He sounded sincere, very sincere. But...something was off. She could feel it in her bones. Something had changed on the way to the Casket and Sabrina knew he wasn't going to willingly give over that info. Fortunately for Sabrina, she had ways of making him talk. Besides, even if it didn't work she'd have fun either way.

“Pull the car over,” she said. “Now.”

“Sabs, I'm not pulling over on the side of the road.” replied Ben.

“Fine. Then pull into that park coming up on the right.” Ben nodded and got ready to pull in. Once the car was park, he turned to her.

“What now?” he asked.

“Something's up,” Sabrina said. “You're hiding something. I know it. But I'm going to let it slide. Once. Just this once. If I find out what you're covering for, beyond your ignoring me, and it's something real bad? We're done. IN every way we can be.”

“Okay,” said Ben, his nerves audible. Sabrina had him.

“However, until then...yes. We'll go to the club, enjoy jazz and booze on your dime and you won't complain one bit.”

“Great! Thanks babe, I won't let you down.”

“Oh I know you won't. Nd you're going to prove that for me right now.” Sabrina got out of the car and Ben followed. She headed down a grassy path out of the parking lot into a picnic area of the park. Matt watch as Sabrina reached a cement table and bench. She took off her shoes and placed them aside, then her tight, skin-hugging jeans and panties.

Her bottom half bare, Sabrina got up on the table, shivering a moment as the cool cement surface touched her nude skin. She looked at Ben and waved him over to her as she opened her legs.

Ben began to walk over to her, unbuckling his belt on his way. Sabrina held her hand up, pausing him.

“Uh uh uh,” she said with a smirk. “Keep it in your pants and get on your knees.” Sabrina licked her lips and cocked her eyebrow. “You want to make things up to me? Here's your shot.”

“Well, if I must,” he grinned. He was on in his knees in front of this sexy little pixie. He ran his hands over her thighs, ready to take his time when his plans were once more changed for him.

“Don't tease,” she said. “Just get to it. Eat my pussy...eat it.”

What the lady wants, she gets. Sabrina inhaled deeply, her fingers curling as Ben did exactly as she asked. No tease, no slow savoring. He was at her clit eagerly sucking and licking, hoping he could translate what he knew of calligraphy with his tongue on her button. And of course, his fingers were part of the party as well from the get-go. Probing her warm folds, grazing her sensitive g-spot ever so often in the most delicious of ways.

Sabrina had to do everything she could to keep her moans under control. Even she wasn't so reckless that she'd go this wild in public without being cautious. Still, Ben's wondrous tongue and miracle fingers were making such a proposition very, very tough to follow through on.

Still, she managed to get her voice out their, urging Ben on in barely contained whisper-shouts.

“Yes...mmm just like that...oh...oh Ben....mmmm don't stop..fuck baby I love it...don't fucking stop...mmm not yet...keep going.”

This was all music to Ben's ears. Her throaty, quieted cries of passion, the moment where Sabrina's voice couldn't help but crack a few decibels higher. He buried his face deeper, his nose breathing in her scent while his mouth and fingers worked her over. Even if he didn't get anything more than his tongue and fingers to make contact, the night was already worth it. Eating a girl out was never a chore for him, it was always a fun time. Every woman responded a bit differently. It was like a collection, every experience he had. A collection that didn't need to end.

Sabrina could have been fine with the oral pleasures as well, but that was never her plan at all. She removed her shirt, throwing it to her neatly folded pants and leaving her naked and bathed in moonlight.

“Fuck me,” she said in a husky tone. “Take your cock out and fuck me Ben.”

This was another order Ben was only too happy to obey. His pants were around his ankles and his cock hard, ready to enter her. The head of his prick was pressed just against her opening. He looked at Sabrina's face, her sexy sneer of smile damn near overwhelming.

Sabrina wrapped her leg around him and spoke. “Do it.” she said. “Stick that cock in me.”

“Your wish, my command.” Bend replied. He pushed forward, his cock finding its home once more in the wonderful wet velvet tightness of Sabrina's pussy. She through he head back and moaned into the nigh, losing control for a brief moment. But wit how good that cock felt inside her it was a fair trade.

Sabrina leaned back on her arms, her back arched and her head rolling back. Ben bent over and began to kiss and suck Sabrina's petite tits, taking his sweet time with her nipples. His tongue licked and circled them before his lips closed around them, sucking and lightly nibbling the sensitive flesh. One and the other then back again. Sabrina was a sinner taking a respite in heaven.

“Yessss,” she said, her voice somewhere between a moan and whisper. “Fuck me...oh Ben yes take that pussy...fucking take it...shit yes....” Ben moved his hands to her ass, squeezing it while his lips traveled her neck, leaving a couple soft bites and a hickey in its wake.

Sabrina laid herself back, the cool surface of the cement no match for the sensual heat coursing through her veins. Even when she was mad at him, Sabrina couldn't deny that Ben knew how to fuck. He never just jack-hammered. He knew how to move and grind his hips, hit every inch of her inner walls. Just where to touch, where to spank, when to be rough and when to be soft...with a bit more of an emphasis on rough and dirty. Sabrina didn't mind that at all. If Peter was the hopeless romantic, Ben was the sex fiend. Which was okay with her, Sometimes you need the man who's middle name is “Filth”.

Ben grabbed one of Sabrina's legs, moving from around his waist to against his chest. His increased his pace inside of her as he began to kiss from her ankle to her calve, softly biting that tender flesh. Not too hard, just the perfect amount of pressure.


“Yeah...yeah...fuck yeah Ben...oh my god yesssssss,” she hissed. Sabrina's hands gripped the sides of the table white knuckle hard as Ben went harder, and faster. They were both starving for that release; a hunger like no other. Two matching houling of pleasure were ready to escape both their mouth, harmonizing in the night.

Ben, knowing this might be a huge leap to get out of the doghouse, ran his hand down Sabrina's leg to her pussy where his thumb began to work her clit as his cock pumped inside her paradise-like pussy.

“OH MY GOD!” Sabrina said, barely able to contain her voice. “Shit yes...just like that...oh my god oh my god!!!!”

“That's babe...nnng cum on my cock...fucking cum on my cock right out in the open...fucking dirty girl...”

“OooohhhhOHHHHHHH YES!!!!” she howled, her back arching again as she came. Her pussy spasmed and milked Ben's dick, pushing him off the planks as well as Sabrina knew it from the grunts and groans he was letting out. She propped herself on her elbows, staring at him with an intensity not at all dulled out by the orgasmic haze she was in.

“Don't cum in me,” she purred. “Don't you dare...you gotta earn that shit....mmm baby you're gonna cum n me...fuck...ng...pull out and shoot that fucking load on my body baby...”

“Oh shit!” Ben growled. He pulled out just in time as his cum started rocketing out of his cock, the first volley stretching from her pussy to the base of her neck. More and more shot from his cock, paining her tits and stomach in his spunk until it all slowed to a dribble on Sabrina's pubic hair/ Her leaned over her, kissing her deeply.

“So,” he said with a smile. “We good?”

“We're getting there,” said a smiling Sabrina. “But how abut we get all settled then you take me to that  jazz club. Then we'll see how well you're doing at the end of the night?”

“Sounds good to me.” Ben replied. IN short time, Sabrina hand cleaned herself of Ben's cum with her fingers and mouth and was redressed. They both headed back to the car. Ben however hung back. He told Sabrina that his phone had fallen out of his pants while they were fucking.

That wasn't the case though. He was very happy to have worked things out with Sabrina. He did like her a lot and would  definitely try to think of a way to completely make things up for her by Valentines day.

But  that was no reason to ignore Lucy. As he faked looking for his phone, he texted his Southern Belle sidepiece. Ben was definitely going to be having a fun week. Even if he had to go the jazz club first.



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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #40 on: November 01, 2019, 06:03:54 AM »

The new semester had officially begun, and for Eric Shimp, it was something to really be excited for. He had been selected with handful of other hope and hungry screenwriting students to be part of a special, advanced screenwriting course. It was an early class at seven in the morning, but one he was excited and honored to be a part of.

It was being taught by Christina Hendricks, beautiful and buxom redhead who also happened to be a big deal writer, having worked on several high profile television series as well as being a well sought after script doctor in Tinseltown. She came to the school and personally chose her class from the best of the best writers, recommended to her by the film department heads.  To Eric's delight he and some of his friends had made the cut.

As he sat their in the classroom, his eyes weren't scanning for his friends. They were looking for someone he desperately wanted to get to know better, and he had since they were in the same screenwriting class the previous semester.

Soon enough, there she was; Vanessa Morgan. If there was a such a thing as a perfect woman, she was it in Eric's eyes. Yes, physically she was beautiful, damn near irresistable. Perfect curves and a mesmerizing face. But what stuck in Eric's head was how amazing she was at writing.

In the previous class, they all had to read each other's scripts and give notes. For Vanessa's script, it was a bit of a challenge. Her stuff was just so good. Her script was a buddy cop film of sorts, mixing Lethal Weapon with classical noir...and not only did it work, it excelled. Especially the dialogue. One simply could not mess with Vanessa's dialogue.

It's not to say things were perfect. She needed work on her action scenes and maybe tightening up he rpacing and Eric said as much in his notes...but even that felt like nitpicking.

Her notes on his script were similar. Extremely helpful, praising, but when there was something she thought could be better she was honest. The copy of the script she marked up in the notes was the only copy of his script he kept from the last semester. Eric knew that might have seemed weird, but in his head that was as close as he was going to get to Vanessa. A woman like that would in no way be caught dead with a schlub like him, especially not a chubby schlub like him. All he could do was admire her from afar.

“What's up Blimp,” said Chad Tyler, using the abolute least favorite nickname Eric had ever had. Which was bestowed upon him by Chad in the fourth grade. “You ready for our grand team-up?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess.”

“You guess?” Chad noticed what Eric was lookin at and grinned. “Oh my god, her again? Dude, accept one fact above all else...you will never, ever be allowed to talk to a girl like that. Ever. The laws of nature won't allow it. A woman like that? She wants a man, not a tub of goo. And I say that with love.”

“Yeah, sure you do.” Eric replied.

“Uh huh, whatever Bitch Blimp, just get your head together. We're working together and I don't need some mopey lovelorn loser. I need the Writing Machine.”

That was the unique thing about the class. Christina decided to focus on the idea of writing partners. No screenwriter was going to work alone. Instead, they would work in pairs. And Chad had already decided he was hitching on to Eric's wagon. Despite the constant shit he slung at his friend, he also knew how talented he was and Chad wanted to be on the winning team.

Before Chad could get out one last zinger at Eric's expense, Christina Hendricks entered the room and many a students head turned at the redhead teacher's dangerous curves.

Chrstina made her way to the front of the classroom and set her satchel down and the large table in front of her. She smiled at the reletively small class of sixteen, both as a greeting and in eleation of everyone being their, rbight and early. Everyone was on time and eager to learn.

“Hello class,” she said. “I'm Christina Hendricks and you all are the best screenwriters on campus.” Christina moved around to the front of the table, closer to the students. “But I'm sure you all knew that just by being here. I don't know any of you but I know your names and your work. That's why your hear. Over the break I read a lot of scripts, and each one fo yours got you hear. So, you've probably figured out this isn't just a normal screenwriting course, correct?”

The students answered in murumured affirmatives. Christina's smile was still strong. “You all already know about working on your own scripts. So, as most of you have heard, this is about working in a team. You never know who you're going to have to work with if you make it in this profession. You could end up on a television show, where team work is a must in the writer's room, or you could meet someone along the way that you just click with and write amazing scripts together. However, there's a randomness to it, and there is one here as well. If any of you already selected a partner for this class, well, I hate to break it to you but you don't get to decide. I do.”

Chad looked nervous. Eric couldn't help but smile a bit.

“That was something else I did on break,” Christina said. “I looked at your scripts over and voer again, looking to see who would compliment who if I paired you up. That's something a showrunner does sometimes. Same with agents. And that's what I did here. So...your pairs of been decided. By me. If there are any issue with this after two weeks, then we'll revisit your pairings on an individual basis during my office hours. But until then...here's how we're going to do this.” She grabbed her bag and took out a small jar filled with paper strips and undid the lid, placing it on the table. Then she pulled out a large pile of papers.

“The papers are your syllabi. The jar is full of the pairings I have selected. You come up here, get your syllabi, shake my hand and go off to talk with your partner for the semester. Get to know each other, brainstorm ideas, all of that. Understood? Good.”

Christina moved back around and sat behind the table. She began to draw names, and as she did, Eric's eyes kept going to Vanessa. He knew he'd never be paired with her. No way. With his luck he'd probably still get stuck with Chad.

But that's what happened. “Eric Shimp and Vanessa Morgan,” said Christina. Eric at first thought it was his mind playing tricks with him, but then he saw Vanessa stand up, scanning the crowd for the owner of the name Eric Shimp. It was real and he stood up and Chad rolled his eyes.

When he made it up front, Vanessa was the one to speak. “Nice to see you again,” she said smiling. She held out her hand and Eric shook it, hoping he was grasping it too hard or sweating like a politician in chruch.  They both grabbed their syllabi and started to head out. Eric didn't even notice Chad giving him the evil eye, not that it would have mattered.

“Want to grab breakfast?” asked Vanessa. “I honestly got off work at around three and got maybe three hours of sleep in. I'm more hungry than tired though. And there's nothing like getting to know someone over pancakes and coffee.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Eric managed to get out.

“Awesome. There's actually a Pancake House behind the auditorium. Not like right behind it but just a walk through the parking lot and across the street. Short walk. Totally worth it. They have vegan food too, if that's your thing.”

“Y-yeah,” he gulped. “Lead the way.”

They walked to the restaurant in a surprsingly quick fashion. Traffic seemed to stop just at the perfect time at the crosswalk so there was not a moment to pause. When they got in, they were even sat quickly in a nice, big corner booth.

After the waitress took their drink orders and then they were left alone, scanning their menus.

“I am so damn hungry,” Vanessa said. “I haven't eaten since yesterday. So busy trying to get ready last minute for school, then work. Totally slipped my mind to actually feed myself. I feel like I could eat two of everything.”

“Well if there's anything left on my plate you're welcome to it,” Eric said, trying to make a joke and hoping desperately it didn't fall flat.

“I'll keep that in mind,” she said with asmile. She paused for a second, then something hit her like lightning. “I remember you now! I mean, well, I know your face and the name but we didn't talk much in class last semester...but you're the guy who had that awesome Western Noir murder mystewry script last year, aren't you?”

“Yeah, that's me,” he said.

“Oh my god that was such a good one! Probably my favorite of the semester. I mean you kind of gave away the ending early on for my tastes and it I think you actually held back too much on the brutality of the old West, but damn it was still amazing....I hope that didn't come across as insulting or anything either.”

“Oh no!” he replied. “Not at all. I mean you're right. You're notes were spot on then and they are now. I really took them to heart...and it looks like they got me to the class.”

“Nah, that's all you,” she said. “If I still remember it this clearly and vividly, it's all you. I might have just..added a bit of spice to it. You did the work. Though now that you mention it...I also took your notes seriously.”

“Y-you did?”

“Well, yeah,” said Vanessa. “Now that I have the face with the name, I remember those feedback sessions in class. I don't really like to admit when someone is right about a change...but you were. Of course, it could just be how you said it, you weren't a total asshole like some of the people with notes. There was this one guy in particular...blonde crewcut, terminally in a tanktop, looks naked without a Monster energy drink.”

“Chad.” Eric replied.

“Well yeah, that's probably his name based on his dudebro style,” Vanessa joked.

“Oh no, that's his name. I....I know the guy....pretty well actually. Sadly, sometimes. But he has his moments of not being too awful.”

“Oh...well, don't worry about it. I won't hold that connection against you.”

“Well that's a relief,” Eric said, very honestly. His relief was palpable. Vanessa picked up on that.

“Clearly,” she said. Before Eric could pick up on that completely, Vanessa quickly went back to the subject of food. “So, I know what I'm getting, triple stack of pancakes and a sausage vegan scramble. And the biggest glass of orange juice they have. What about you?”

“Uh, probably some oatmeal or something.”

“Really?” Vanessa asked. “That's it?”

“Well, yeah,” Eric said. He was a little self-conscious now. Was she thinking he should have ordered more because he was, well...big?

“Look, I appreciate the politeness but don't just order the only safe vegan thing you know to satisfy me,” said Vanessa. “I'm cool if you want to chow down on some actual sausage or eggs or something. I'm not super militant or anything. Just a choice.”

“Oh...oh..yeah,” he said. “Um, I guess I'm probably going to go for an omelette then. Load it up with cheese, sausage, mushrooms.”

“There we go,” she smiled. “I ain't gonna be the only one at the table packing it away. And I tell you what, if you want to try my scramble, I'll let you have a bite. Always looking to lure another to the dark side of a plant-based diet. If it's any bonus, our brownies taste WAY better than you'd think.”

She winked at him and his heart skipped a beat. “I might just do that,” he said.

“Well, with that decided, let's feast. Nothing like talking plot while stuffing your face.”

******* 



Some people live for mornings. Getting up with the sunrise, that certain unique smell of the morning air, when the blades of grass and flower petals are coated in dew and the birds are singing in a glorious symphony of nature.

For people like Liz Gillies, mornings were a thing of pure evil and must be avoided at all costs. Sometimes, wanting to be an actress, mornings were unavoidable and she accepted this. Which meant any time she could avoid the early worm she'd do it with glee and rarely would her body turn against her. None of her classes were scheduled any earlier than ten in the morning.

Unfortunately for Liz, sometimes her body betrayed her an insisted she waked up and the ungodly hour of six in the morning. And even worse, she wasn't groggy. She was wide awake and completely annoyed. Still, she could find things to do to kill that time, sometimes even tricking her body into letting her sleep for a couple more hours.

Which was what led Liz to her current plan. She was standing in the middle of Zero's warehouse, right in the living area. She was was leaning over a table, the script for Peter and Sabrina's movie in front of her as if she was reading it with a cup of hot coffee right next to it She wasn't. She knew it and her part backwards and forwards. It was just an exucse for her to be there. Be someplace where Zero could come by at any moment.

While Liz and Zero did share a great deal in common, especially sexually, the couple had a few differences. One of them being, as much as Liz was not a morning person and loved her sleep, Zero did not.

In fact there were times when he seemed adverse to it. She caught him in the occasional cat nap, but he could be up and ready to go at a moment's notice. It annoyed her to know end. But he was a good fuck and far from boring so it all evened out.

So there Liz was, waiting for Zero to emerge from whatever work he was doing. Then he would obviously have to come across her. Yes, he'd definitely have to stop and see her in her black bra, pumps, garter belt and stocking. With no panties. The present was partially unwrapped and Liz couldn't wait for him to get it. She might have had to stay awake, but at least she was going to have herself a real good time during those morning hours she hated so much.

Liz hummed to herself, waiting for the sound of the pitter patter of Zero's feet walking from his office space to the apartment side of his place to grab his coffee, and this morning a little bit of extra breakfast.

Liz's full lips upturned into a smile when the sound of footsteps came in range. She couldn't see him, but she knew when the steps stopped he had stopped, looking at her perfectly round, supple ass jutted out ever so deliciously out. She could almost see the grin coming on his face in her eyes. When the steps resuming, she breathed deep. She was ready and willing for whatever his delightfully dirty mind might come up with.

“Morning,” Zero said. He wrapped his arms around Liz's waist, pulling her close with her bare bottom pressed right up against his nude crotch, Liz's smile grew wider. She could feel how hard and ready he already was. “Someone's up early.”

“All dolled up with nowhere to go.” replied Liz.

“Nowhere to go? What about something to do?”

“Well I think we could certainly find something to do if we thought real hard about.” Liz added a bit of punctuation to that sentence, rolling that tone ass of hers on his groin, driving his hard dick wild with anticipation.

“Oh I believe we could think of something as well.” Zero unwrapped his hands from Liz's waist and brought them to her shoulder, turning her around. Her blue eyes met his green, gazes not breaking as his hands reached for her breasts.

Zero pulled down the cup of the black lace bra covering the legends that were Liz Gillies' tits. He noticed her snaking her tongue out, licking her lips and waiting for him to begin what he so clearly wanted to do. She didn't mind having him take charge sometimes. It was something she enjoyed a great deal about their sexual relationship. Sometimes she was the dominant one. She took control. She said what went on. However, times like this...Liz wanted to give herself over, knowing that Zero was going to give her exactly what she needed. It was one of the many things she liked about him. He wasn't afraid to give up control in the bedroom, and neither was she. It just made everything so much more fun.

“Mmm I like wear this is going,” Liz said. Zero's mouth went to her breasts, planting hungry kisses and nibbles all over the flesh and making his way to her nipples, giving Liz just enough of a bite to get her juices flowing even more than they already were.

While his face was buried in her tits Zero's hand slid down her stomach to her pussy. Her landing strip of pubic hair tickled his finger tips before he went down further and dipped his fingers into her sopping cunt.

“Ohhh fuck yessss,” Liz hissed. Her h was in an open smile and her hands were behind her, holding tight on the table behind her. Zero's mouth covered Liz's tits in sensual and hungry kisses before moving back up her neck to her lips. Then he looked right in those deep blue eyes.

“Turn around,” he said. “And bend over.”

“You got it,” Said Liz, extending her tongue to lick at his lips before giving into his demands. She breathed in expectantly, butterflies in her stomach as her rubbed her ass with his hands then slapped his hard cock on it. Her smile could have been defined as lust crazed when her felt the head of his rod simply teasing her opening. “Fuck me,” she demanded.

“You want this cock?” he asked. “Say EXACTLY that.”

“Mmm fuck...I want that cock...I want that hard fucking dick pounding my hungry fucking cunt!”

“That's more like it.” He held Liz by the shoulder and shoved himself in, getting a satisfied grunt from the buxom beauty. With one hand on her shoulder the other roamed from her rump up, unhooking the bra and letting it drop off her body.

Her slowly worked his cock deep into her cunt, wanting to feel every single inch of a pussy he had gotten very familiar with.

“Ohhh yeah baby, work that pussy,” she said. “Go deep...mmmm so deep...let me really feel that dick...”

“Yeah?” Zero asked, beginning to thrust harder. “Want to really feel this dick huh? Fucking love it..say you love it...” he smacked her ass hard, getting apleased yelp to escape Liz's lips.

“Yes!” she yelled.

“I need this fucking cock...need it to fucking tak me...ohhh fuck yes...yes...yes fucking take the pussy...make me yours...oh fuck Zero...”

He pressed down on Liz's back, pushing her flat against the table and nearly knocking over the coffee. Liz wouldn't have minded in the moment, but she was glad it was sttaying up. She gripped the edge of the table and Zero grabbed Liz's hips just as tightly.

Pleased growls and bellow of pleasure erupted from Liz's mouth. A barrage of “fuck mes” and “yes mores” echoed in Zero's home along with even more yearning profanities and Liz delighted in being rammed hard by Zero's cock. This was just what she needed. It made waking up as early as she did completely worth it.

Two more loud smacks on her ass were made,t he contact sounds joining Liz's voice in the symphony of sex. The only time Zero slowed his pace down as to once more savor Liz's hot pussy, working his hips into slower, but still hard, thrusts. This gave Liz a pause on her own to savor the sensations, the profanities slowing to long, pleasured moans.

“Mmm so good,” she moaned, her voice more like an angel than the sex demon she had been just moments earlier. “Oh fuck Zero...oh my god....”

He leaned over kissed up her spine to her neck, slowly lifting her back up and holding her close until her back was against his chest. Zero buried his face in her neck, breathing deep of Liz's scent as his pace built up again.



“Yeah...oh yeah hard again....mmm fuck me hard again, Zero,” Liz pleaded. “Mmmm...mmmmake me cum...make me cum on your cock...oh fuck yes...oh just like this...oh fuck....”

Harder and faster was the order of the day and Zero was all too eager to deliver. His own sounds of pleasure were being directly delivered into her ears as his cock drove into her pussy.

“Fuck...oh fuck yeah baby...gonna make cum with that pussy...fuck...oh shit yeah Liz...hot fucking cunt...”

“Yeah, you're gonna cum..I'm gonna cum for that cock...but...ohhh fuck wright there...I need to do me a favorrrr fuck....and...ohmigod....cum somewhere special for me...can you do that baby?”

“M-maybe,” he grunted. “If you're good.”

“Mmm I can be very good,” she moved her face to his and kissed him, Zero sucking her tongue before the kiss broke. From their his focused was lasered in on getting Liz off, making her cum on his cock and feeling how it made her body feel while he held her in his arms.

“Oh...oooh fuck...oh Zeroooo...Zeroooo,” she moaned. She found her hand and his working her clit, pushing closer and closer until she cried out his name in passion as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.
“ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

“FUCK YES!” he cried. “Cum on my fucking cock Liz!” He tried to hold back as she shook in his arms, her pussy milking him, begging to be filled...but he did make an agreement and Liz has been very good. “I'm gonna cum!” he yelled, pulling out of her.

Liz was quick, grabbing her coffee and spinning around to he knees, not spilling a drop.

“I need some cream for my coffee,” she said with a sex-crazed grin, still feeling the affects of an intense morning glory orgasm. “Already got some sugar...need a little something extra.”

“I...oh fuck...think I can handle that..”

“Good...let me see if I can get some of that cream out myself....” Liz set the coffee to the side and took Zero's dick in her mouth, frantically sucking his sensitive rod, teasing and pulling his balls and gently raking her front teeth at the tip of his mushroom head.

“Oh...oh fuck...oh Liz..Liz...FUCK LIZ!!!” Liz back off and quickly grabbed her coffee with one hand and his dick with the other, aiming that shooting snake perfectly as to not lose a drop of that precious cum or her precious coffee. Zero struggled to keep his knees strong, the pleasure flowing out of his cock into Liz's morning drinking beyond comparing. His hands were balled into tight fists as moaned escaped a wall of gritted teeth.

When the pump was dry Liz once again placed her coffee down and took the sensitive head of his prick between her full lips, sucking for any last droplets of the precious cream she could.

Liz got to her feet in front a smiling but dazed Zero. He watched as she took a stirrer from the table and started mixing her freshly flavored coffee, then a grin came to his face when she took her first sip.

“Mmm...perfect,” she seductively said. “A damn fine cup of coffee. Always the best part of waking up.”

 
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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #41 on: November 01, 2019, 06:26:15 AM »
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“Now that's breakfast,”, Vanessa said. She and Eric just finished up breakfast and were heading out, Vanessa for her apartment and Eric to his next class. “I think I might just fall flat on my couch and pass out. That scramble is putting me to sleep. Thanks for paying for it. Can;y believe I left my wallet in my car. I was way more out of it than I realized. So glad I don't have another class today. Just going to try and sleep through until I have to go to work.”

“Oh, no problem,” Eric said. “ You can pay for the next breakfast...if you want to to of course.”

“Definitely. Probably not tomorrow. Class. Which reminds me, we didn't really get our schedules down in their, did we?”

Eric shook his head. The didn't instead they just got lost discussing their favorite films...then my favorite music, then favorite books, shows...all of that. A lot of getting to know each other. “So, when are you free? When's the best time?

“Well I'm off Wednesday and Thursday, so Wednesday afternoon to Friday morning are prime times for me. You?”

“Thursday and Friday for me.”

“Well if that doesn't sound perfect I don't know what does,” she said. “Sounds like Thursday is a go. And I can do pretty much as late as we need to go. Night job, weird sleeping habits.”

“I guess...what is it you do?”

“Oh, you know,” Vanessa said. “Typical college stuff,just enough to get by. Same with you, right?”

“Yeah,” said Eric. “Wouldn't be doing pizza delivery and ride-sharing on the side otherwise.”

“See, we all gotta hustle a little,” Vanessa said with a smile. “And speaking of hustle, and no sleep makes for a bad one. But, before I go, could I see that receipt?”

Eric reached into his pocket and handed Vanessa the receipt from their meal and she scribbled her number on it before handing it back to him. “Now you've got my number,” she said. “Text me yours, circle's complete just like that.”

“Sure is,” Eric said.

“Well, it was lovely having breakfast with you Eric. Can't wait to really get to work on this script. I think we're going to do something amazing. But, until then...see ya.”

Vanessa gave him a wink and headed off, leaving Eric a smiling, heart-thumping mess. He talked to her. He talked to her! And without looking like a total moron. She engaged him, didn't for a moment act like he was below or or an idiot. Not the experience he was expecting. She actually seemed, well, nice. He wasn't used to nice.

It was just a quick little meal, Eric new that. But still, it felt good. Maybe they would make something amazing together.

****** 

Bella's apartment was quickly becoming a second home to Matt, if not his primary one. He actually had some stuff there in one of Bella's guest rooms and barely, if ever, saw the place he was actually renting. He honestly couldn't even remember if he had any of the utilities turned on.

Utilities though weren't much of a concern of his. It was the first day of school but his first classes weren't until the sun went down, which gave him plenty of free time. Which meant when Bella called, he had no problem responding.

He made his way to the upper balcony just outside of her bedroom. He knew the area,and the hot tub outside it, very, very well.



“I see we're going casual today, aren't we Matt?” asked Bella. She was sitting in the corner of the tub, black bikini on her body and a blended drink in her hand. In the other hand a lit joint.

“Well, first day of school feels more like a jeans and t-shirt kind of affair.” he replied.

“Fair enough,” Bella smiled. “I mean who am I to talk, I'm in a bikini.” She took a drag from the joint and held it for a few moments before the smoke escaped. “Want a hit?”

“Sure, but looks like I'd have to get in the tub for that and didn't bring my bathing suit.”

“Then strip.” Bella curtly replied. “Not like you have anything I haven't seen and had before...many times.” She smiled and Matt returned it before stripping down and joining Bella. Once he was close enough she handed off the joint to let him get his hit.

“Now, I think you know I didn't ask you here just to see that scrumptious dick and get you high.”

“I kind of figured that,” said Matt. “So...what is it.”

“Well, I just wanted to thank you for your loyalty in this whole Paul affair. To be honest I thought you you might have even sided with him, old friends and all. Why pick me?”

“First reason, retaliation.” Matt answered honestly. “You have some dangerous connections he doesn't and I saw what happened to Reggie. I figured someone trying something similar so soon you'd really want to set an example.”

“Clever boy.”

“Then there's the fact that I like this business. I like the owner. You're good people Bella. Fair. You don't screw anyone that doesn't have it coming...or that hasn't paid for it.”

“Very true,” she laughed. “So a mix of business and personal is what you're saying.”

“Sounds about right.” replied

“Then you're going to like my next proposal,” said Bella.

“Propose away.” Matt took another hit, awaiting for what Bella was going to say.

“Have you ever heard of polyamory?” she asked. “A romantic relationship where it's more than just two people.”

“I'm familiar with the term.”

“Well, tat's my proposal. I like you. A lot. I also adore Dove in the same way. She likes me and you...and I assume you care about Dove and I the same way, correct?”

“Actually, yeah.” he replied. “Not a very professional thing to say but...you both have a lot more to you then being amazingly filthy.”

“Thanks you,” smiled Bella. She took another hit herself and moved over in the tub to kiss Matt, exhaling the smoke into his mouth. “I like you a lot...you're just what I need right now. You and Dove. People I can trust...” They kissed again then Bella broke it off, backing off just a little to take her bikini top off. “Get on the edge of the tub. Let's really seal the deal.”

Matt got up and sat on the edge of the tub while Bella waded towards him, her eyes lock on his and a sex smirk on her face. She took hold of his hardening cock once she got between his legs.

“You know the difference, the real difference between a shit hooker and a great whore?” she asked.

“Please...mmm...tell me,” Matt managed to get out as Bella slowly but firmly began to pump his dick.

“Hookers are shit actresses there for the money.” Bell replied curtly. “If all you're interested in is getting off, that's fine. But a guy who really wants to cum, and I mean weak in the knees, sweating, delirious orgasm? You need a great whore. And great whore love cock.”  Bella scooted forward even closer and sandwiched Matt's dick between her tits and began to titfuck him.

“Me...I'm a great whore. Always have been. Because I love dick. Don't get me wrong I love money too. And getting paid to fuck is perfection.” She kept looking at him,  cocky, knowing smile on her face as Matt began to thrust between that valley of flesh. “I wouldn't even consider doing it if I didn't just love cock...that's a requirement to work for me too. Dick addiction is a must...and what's not to love about them?”

She moved back again, freeing Matt's dick for a moment only to grasp it again and bring it to her face. Bella breathed deep, rubbing his hard cock all over her face and making Matt shudder a big.

“Fuck I love how it feels. Not just inside me,” said Bella. “Not just my pussy or ass...but all over. IN my hand, on my face...oooh Matt, I love cock. The way they grow, the way they throb...makes me so wet...”

Matt groaned, letting “Bella” melt out of his mouth as his dick was slapped and rubbed all over her face by the woman herself.

“There's nothing like it,” she said. “I love pussy too but for me, cock is it. The real deal too, no strap-ons. No warmth...the don't throb and yearn for attention like dick does. It doesn't leave lovely pre-cum strings on my face or cum inside me...real cock though... gives me all my protein needs.”

Bella kissed the tip of Max's dick before encompassing the head with her lips. He lifted his ass up a bit from the lip of the tub when Bella began to licks and tease the head. She sucked and twirled a twister of pleasure around the sensitive mushroom cap before venturing further down.

“Yeah...fucking worship the dick Bella,” Matt growled, watching the mistress of ministrations work her oral magic on his cock.

And this was a unique use of her skills, at least in Matt's experiences with Bella so far.Every other time there was a fiery nastiness to it. Dirty, sloppy filthy. Now...a lot slower, more sensual. Still, those brown eyes and talented tongue couldn't help but add a little filthy fuel to the fire.

Bella took his cock to the root, her nose resting  against his pelvis while her throat made a nice holster for his love gun. He could help but grasp her head, holding her in place as he fucked her throat for a few seconds.

“All the way Bella...ung...all the way deep...” he groaned. Matt released Bella's head and she gasped for breath, her face happy and devilish, a succubus in the flesh ready to suck the life out of him.

Bella kissed and licked her way to the base of Matt's cock, the licking under it to get to his balls. She sucked and licked at the orbs, essentially making out with that sack. Tender, sweet and making them ache and churn as the heat was inched up more and more and their sexual thermostat.

She released those delicious balls and moved back p to the tip, taking Matt's cock once more into her mouth and changing things up just a bit. The tempo was just a bg faster, sometimes she's tease the most sensitive parts of his stalk with her teeth dragging along his sensitive flesh and her hands teasing and massaging Matt's nuts. All that and she never wavered with her looks. Bella rarely broke her gaze, giving just as much heat with a look as she was with her actual physical motions. Bella craved every drop of cum Matt could give her. Ached for it. She was getting so turned on, aided by being positioned just right in front of one of the hot tubs. And her getting turned on just made Bella turn up the heat herself.

“Oh...oh my God...fuck...mmm Bella...gonna...oh shit I'm cumming!”

Bella smiled ad felt a nice warm, fluttery feeling in her stomach when the first stream of cum erupted right from the tip of Matt's cock into her mouth. Every shot at first splattered against the roof of her before slowing to a trickle on her tongue.

And she swallowed. Did Bella ever swallow the copious amount of cum that  Matt had unleashed. She was a happy girl with every warm, cream bit sliding down her throat.

When she had sucked everything Matt had out of his now softening cock, Bella moved back, showing off her empty mouth before rising up out of the hot tub just enough to kiss Matt, the softest yet hottest kiss they'd ever shared.

“So...you me, Dove...this is a thing now,” she said. “Agreed?”

“I'm very good with that.”

“Good. Dove's also going to be helping on business matters with us as well. She's smart.”

“Good plan.” Matt answered.

“One last thing,” she said, pulling him back into the hot tub with her. “I'm not going to stop forking myself. I like to fuck. That's never going to stop. I'm coming home to you and Dove every time but I don't want to stop being an active part of my company. Given you know what I like and how much I love to be the center of attention in the bedroom, do you have any issue with that?”

“Honestly, once I would have,” Matt said, feeling a bit of a sting within when he remembered how badly thing ended with him and Demi and how much of a monster he was when it came to her. “But...that's not me anymore. So...I'm around as long as you...and well, Dove too, will have me.”

“Good,” Bella said with a grin. “Stick around, we have a couple hours to kill before class.”

“I actually have more than a couple.” Matt replied.

“I don't,” Bella said. “I have advanced business ethics. And that's one class I actually want to be around for. You'd be surprised how often legitimate business practices can iron out issues in areas that are...less than legitimate. Plus having a genuine degree goes a long way to the appearance of legitimacy...and of course having my own lawyer in training very intimate with my business helps.”

“Well, in that case, however will we kill the time?”

“Oh, I don't know. Weed, champagne...a hot tub...” Bella reached under the bubbling water and came up with her bikini bottoms, dropping them to the side of the tub. “I'm sure we'll think of something, love.”

 
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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #42 on: November 01, 2019, 06:45:47 AM »
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Lili Reinhart was nervous. No intensely nervous. It wasn't end of the world level stuff. But it was something close to her heart.

She was in the dining commons at a table with Peter and Sabrina. They were looking over her FX ideas. Gore gags and make-up concepts she'd come up with after reading their script.  They were in need of someone on FX for their film, and Lili had experience. She had to be goaded into trying out for it by Camila, and now here she was, hoping they'd go for it.

Peter and Sabrina looked at each other. They been through all of Lili's designs and notes multiple designs. The decision had already been made. They looked at each other and nodded.

“Lili, these designs are great,” Sabrina said. “Honestly, they're perfect. Better than we could have hoped.”

The taller blonde smiled and nodded, but still felt a bit of apprehension. Sabrina's tone wasn't exactly reassuring. Was she just being buttered up to brace the fall of rejection. Her eyes went to Peter, waiting for his words.

“Sabrina's right on the money Lils,” he said. This is good stuff. The only question I have was answered when you stayed with us. You're a morning person so early days aren't a problem for you.”

“Wait,” Lili said, smiling. “Are...are you saying...”

“You're in,” said Sabrina. “But I just had to give you a bit of a scare.”

As Sabrina laughed as an overjoyed Lili jumped out of her seat and hugged the petite blonde pixie, lifting her form her seat.

“Oh my God this is awesome!” Lili said. “I always wanted to do something on a horror movie! Thank you guys so much!”

“Well how about you get to thanking Pete,” Sabrina got out in a croak through Lili's tight and over-excited hug. “So I can get back to omelette and breathing.”

“Oh yeah, sorry.” Lili said. She set down Sabrina and turned her attention towards Peter, who was already standing up.

“Decided to make it easier on both of us,” he joked. Lili immediately hugged him as well.

“It's going to be so much fun working with you guys,” Lili said sincerely. “I'm so glad I get to Hailee's stuff too. And Cami's helping produce it. I can't believe I'm working  with my two best friends on a movie! Dream come true.”

“Eh, don't be so quick on that, you haven't actually worked with me or Sabrina yet.”

“I tink I can handle it.” Lili gave Peter another big squeeze of a hug, which was right when they were joined by Camila, Hailee and Jake.

“What's with the celebration?” Jake asked at the site of Lili excitedly hugging Peter. Lili's smiling face then to turned to Jake. She jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist in the middle of the busy cafeteria.

“I'm doing make-up for the movie!” Lili said, repeating her good news. “I'm doing blood and guts and all the fun stuff!” She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. “Isn't that great?”

Before Jake could respond Lili hopped off of him and turned to Hailee. “I can't wait to cover you in blood.”

“I'm sure it will be up you your usual horrifying standards,” Hailee smiled before continuing the hugfest. “I can't believe we're doing a movie together!”

“Yeah ya,” Camila added sluggishly. “Really happy for you Lils. But I have no caffeine in my system so I'll postpone the celebration until lunch.”

“Fair...but how about a hug?” Lili smiled, her arms open wind and hands drawing Camila in.

“Fine. Bring it in.”

The circle of hugs was then complete and Lili hung close to Jake. “Best first day of school EVER,” she said.

“How are you guys going to get this all done?” Jake asked as he took a seat. "Half of you have day jobs, plus school and now filming a movie?”

“Down to the minute planning,” Sabrina said. “With a schedule and back up plans reviewed by Ms. Big Wig Producer herself.” Sabrina gestured to Camila.

“They've got it covered, believe me,” she said. “Pete knows how to keep a schedule when he does this stuff and that's all I need.”

“Baby we've got it covered,” said Lili. “Pete and Sabrina already know my class schedule. Work will be easy too. I...I really want this and thats going to make it work. Isn't that how you and Jose started out? That same attitude?”

“So this is what it's like to have logic used against you,” Jake commented. “I actually can empathize with Jose.”

“I can do it. I know I can. Just...believe in me?”

“Oh babe of course I do,” he said. “More than anything.”

“Good. That's all I need.” She kissed him again, then looked directly in his eyes. “I love you.”

“Oh my gosh that's so sweet,” Hailee said.

“Yeah yeah, romance is grand,” Sabrina said.  “Everything is unicorns and rainbows.”

“You're such a ray of sunshine Sabs,” said Peter.

“I try,” she said with a sarcastic smile. “You guys sticking around for breakfast?”

“If there's caffeine I'm in.” answered Cami.

“Sure, why not?” added Jake. “Can't think of a better way to start the first day of the semester than breakfast with my girl.”

“Actually I've got to cut out,” said Lili. “Me and Peter have Japanese Folklore.”

“Japanese Folklore?” asked Jake.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “Mainly for story information. They have some MESSED scary stories. Like the creature that inspired Bowser from Mario? Water creature that ate kids.”

“It's going to be SOOO cool,” Lili said with a grin. “The moment Pete mentioned he was taking it I knew I had to join in too. But meet you for dinner instead? Your place?”

“Sounds great,” Jake said.

“See you then,” she said, kissing him on the cheek before leaving. And as Lili walked away with Peter, Jake looked at them with a mix of emotions, one of which was jealousy. He knew he shouldn't feel it. But Lili and Peter had a lot in common. He didn't want to be that kind of boyfriend. But he also couldn't shake the feeling.

****** 



It was only ten o'clock, but Margot Robbie was already on her lunch break. A two hour lunch break. Since Scarlett herself was taking a two hour lunch, she let Margot have one as well. “All's fair,” as Scarlett said.

Margot and Scarlett had a great working relationship. Beyond the occasional erotic interlude. They genuinely got along. A lot of that was due to Margot tendency to be very flexible and an intensely hard worker. In addition to being Scarlett's full time secretary, she was also an architecture grad student.

Being a student of architecture, Margot read a lot about the buildings on campus. Their history and even their plans. And the man offices where she and Scarlett worked were endless interesting. The building itself at one point also housed the Student Union in the lower levels and basement. It was odd to be sure, but it had worked for a while.

These days it was all used for storage if not used at all. However, everything in those levels had power to it. Margot discovered this one lunch break she decided to do a little exploring.

What she found, in addition to boxes upon boxes of old papers and files, was that the lower levels had become a little bit of a hideaway for staff and student alike. A lounge for the cleaning staff and a place to host private parties and gaming sessions. There somehow even good wi-fi down there. Some folks had there own rooms staked out as well. Like Margot had. Her own private little lunch room. Where she could take care of both her grad student work and her office work in total peace. No phone calls or anything.

Combined it was a heavy workload, but Margot could handle it. Her grades never came close to dipping low enough to lose her scholarship. Mainly because they never dipped. Financially and academically, she had it made.

That didn't mean parts of her life didn't suffer, namely her personal life. The moments she got to spend with her fiance, Jay, were so few and far between the term stealing a moment felt almost literal. It was like she had to outsmart time itself just to have dinner with him, and of course more intimate moments.

She loved Jay dearly. Every time they were together, every time they made love it was perfect. Sweet, slow, sensual. Everything a person could ask for from their lover. Margot was never anything short of satisfied.

Or, part of her was at least. Jay knew how to caress and touch her in all the right ways, but there was always a side of that wanted things a little...less gentle. Less soft. Margot always knew that side of her existed on some level, but this past Halloween, someone had woken it up. And that someone wasn't Jay.

She still remembered that night clear as crystal. A big party being held by one of the sororities at the student union. She dressed up as Harley Quinn, getting looks of desire from men and women alike as she strutted through the party. It was a wonderful thing to be desired. Jay sadly wasn't with her. If he was though, she might not have uncovered a new side of herself.

She was getting a drink when she met Rick. Vodka and cranberry. She could almost taste it now as she walked the downstairs hallway to her private area. She didn't even get one sip in when had showed up, dressed like a doctor. A psychiatrist to be exact, as she was told. It fit perfectly. Her all dolled up and crazy looking and him in a suit, save for the white lab coat he wore.

Margot got to her room, marked with a carved in red diamond and unlocked the door. She was in a bit of a rush. She felt herself getting turned on by the memory of that night, how she and Rick and flirted back and forth.

She sat on the couch and hurriedly removed her blouse and bra so neither would be torn later. Scarlett could afforded spares, but that was a bit out side of her budget.

Margot slid her hands down her pants, remembering what happened next that night. How Rick took her to one of the game rooms on the union's second floor. How he pulled those hot pants she wore down and bent over the the pool table and fucked her right there on the spot. Rough. Savage. Filthy. It was perfection. Everything she never knew she craved. All topped off with Rick covering her in cum, the hot white fluid dripping down her body, staining her tattered shirt. She felt like a whore. He called her one during the act. She wanted more.

She got more...so many times. The love of her life was her tender lover. The one who made the sweetest of love to her while Rick, her secret lover was dirty. Filthy. Unlocked a sexual monster within her that could not get enough.

Her fingers her wet pussy and played with her clit, remembering every dirty moment she and Rick had shared. She didn't even hear the door opening. She did however hear Rick's voice.

“Just couldn't wait, could you Margot?” he asked, that confident smirk on his face and the key she'd given him swirling on his finger. “Just had to play with that hungry pussy, didn't you?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile. She knew he'd gotten her text. She got the “read” response. But he never replied. Just seeing it was confirmation he was on his way. “So hot right now...I need it Rick. Just came over me.”

“That's how addictions work,” he said with a grin. He locked the door behind him and began to unzip his pants, taking out his hard cock, chuckling a bit when Margot licked her lips at the site of it. “You need this dick...crave it...would do anything to get fucked. Fuck right...fucked like the dirty little whore you are.”

“Yesssss,” she hissed, reluctantly removing her hand from her crotch, sucking herself from her fingers. Margot loved it when he said things like that. And it was only during the sex. During the build up. That was understood. Whatever fit the depraved mood they were in at the moment. “Let me have that cock...gimme....”

Rick's grin grew wider and he could have sworn his dick got somehow harder. That sexy accent of her drove him wild, especially with how she said cock. It was just utterly delightful.

The moment Rick was in Margot's orbit his cock was in her mouth, the Aussie blonde almost leaping at the rock hard member. He let out a satisfied groan, the brick walls of the room echoing in a way that made it sound like a dirty alleyway blowjob at the stroke of midnight.

“Suck it...just like that...mmmm fucking tramp....yeah....” Rick held his hands on his hips and rolled his head back as Margot worked her wonders on his dick. She was absolutely ruthless with it, which Rick appreciated. She slobbered and licked at his cock with nothing but passion and speed. Saliva splattered on the floor. She was an absolute maniac, almost rabid as she furiously worshiped his cock.

Rick wasn't just going to settle for her mouth. They both knew that. It wouldn't be enough to satisfy him or Margot. Still, he allowed her to continue her worship for a few more minutes until he finally pulled his cock away.

Margot whined a bit, trying to get her mouth closer to what it wanted. Then she looked up to his eyes and knew right then it was time for something a bit more fun.

She laughed as Rick pulled her up and pressed her against the cool brick wall of the room. He kissed her hungrily, Margot biting his lower lips as it broke. Rick then reached down under Margot's skirt and grabbed the hem of her panties.

“Ung!” she yelped when he tore the panties off.

“Won't be needing those now, will we?” he asked.

“Not in the least.” Margot replied. Her lips lunged for his, driving a kiss on his face. Rick grabbed her ass and lifted Margot up, pinned her against the wall. She moaned into his mouth as he drove into her, her eyes rolling back as her cunt was filled.

Rick wasted no time with savoring the moment. That's not what this had been between then. Not now, not ever and it was understood. It was raw, cheap and dirty. It was perfect.

“Take this fucking pussy,” Margot growled. “Fuck it...fuck me...oh fuck yeeeaahhh take this fucking pussy!”

Rick reached up and grabbed Margot's face, holding it while she gave him a taunting and seductive open mouth smile. Her smeared red lipstick added another layer to the desire.

“Yeah you been fucking dreaming out this all day haven't you?” he asked, giving her a particularly hard thrust at the end of the question. “Being pounded like a dirty skank...being used....happy to make that dream come true Margot....”

“Yeah...oh yesss,” she moaned. “Then...oh...oh fuck...how about you really fuck me?” she tauntingly asked. “Bend me over that fucking table and take me....fucking wreck me!” She slithered her tongue from her mouth, licking at his lips to but an exclamation point on the tease.

“Oh I'll fucking take you all right.” Rick replied. He pulled out of Margot's sopping cunt, taking a brief few moments to suck her tits before he pushed her over to a ping pong table Margot had found and set up in the room. Margot laughed at the motion. Her face  was radiating pure sexual energy, doing nothing but feeding the beast within Rick.

Rick was on her, he gave her one last furious kiss before he spun her around and bent her over. “FUCK!” Margot yelled when her well fucked cunt was refilled with Rick's cock once more. “Fuck...fuck yes...oh god damn it YES!”

Rick had no reply to Margot's passionate cries for more. He was far too focused on giving her what she wanted. He gripped tightly to her hips, slamming into her hard and fast. The table screeched forward sometimes and Margot gripped it white-knuckle hard.

Rick swiftly took off his shirt, the sweat from his body becoming too much. It dripped from his head to the small of Margot's back and ass, adding the the sheen of her own perpetration.

“Yes...yes...yes...fuck...that...pussy...” Margot grunted. She was in a sinner's heaven, living out the word fuck. Her mind was delirious, high on passion and sex. She pushed herself up, her back arched perfectly. She reached between her legs began to frantically work her clit, driving her even crazier with lust. And just as Margot turned up the heat for herself, Rick decided to crank it all the way up for the both of them.

“You know what a real slut likes?” Rick asked, his voice almost otherworldly in it's gruff, sinful tone.

“I think I know....” replied Margot the moment she felt a hard smack on her ass. “And I want it....mmm gimme that cock up my ass...deep...so deep...”

“Looks, brains, total cockslut... what a combo,” Rick said. He pumped her pussy hard twice more before pulling out of her hot cunt. He reached down to the ground where his pants bunched up around his ankles and reach into his pocket, pulling out a tube of lube. When it came to Margot, he was always prepared.

He squirted a dollop of the lube on his cock, working it in with her own pussy juices before aiming his hard rod at Margot's tight starfish.

The both let out low, growling groans as he pressed forward, Margot licking her lips as her ass was filled with Rick's fuckstick.

“Oh my fucking God YES!” she squealed. “Take that ass...fucking take it...oh fuck Rick just fucking use my asshole...”

Her hard grip on the table resumed as Rick gave her tight asshole the same hard and fast treatment he gave her pussy. Margot loved every single moment of it. Nothing felt like this. The filthy words, the hard treatment. It was pure lust and she was mainlining it.

Rick, obviously,was having fun as well, burying his rod balls deep in Margot's ass. He knew who she was at that party, he knew that she was the Dean's secretary...and he knew he wanted to fuck her. To find out how receptive she was to this...to being so dirty and filthy...it was nothing if not inspiring. Someone who just wanted the sexual pleasure and release and have it be as nasty as they could get it.

“Take it,” he grunted. “Take it deep in that asshole...oh fuck..oh fuck yeah Margot...” Rick grunted and groaned, but they were getting strained, desperate. He was close. Margot couldn't wait, but there was one thing she wanted before he filled her ass up with that lovely cum of his.

“Pull out,” demanded Margot. “Pull out and fucking let me suck that dick. I wanna taste my ass you dirty fucker!”

Rick laughed and did as she asked. Margot quickly spun around and dropped to her knees. She devoured Rick's cock directly from her ass, sucking it with yearning and desperation until she had him just on the edge of an oblivion of pleasure, then pulled back.

“Now...” she said. “You're gonna cum in my fucking ass...” She rose up and kissed him, then bent her self over the table.

“Damn right I am.” Rick shoved his dick back up her ass, ready to ride that trail off into the sunset.

He was fast and ruthless and Margot loved it. She worked her clit just as hard. The ride was almost over for them both and she wouldn't wait for the finish. And with a few desperate grunts and gasps, Rick's end was coming and Margot's smile of lust widened.

“Yeah...yeah cum...cum right up my ass...fill it up...” Margot teased. “Every last drop...”

“Uhhh...uhhh...FUUUUCK!” Rick thrust up into Margot's one last glorious time falling forward on her as he unleashed a tidal wave of cum up her ass. Feeling that scalding warmth in her canal set her off, her pleasure exploding and her asshole contracting around Rick's cock, milking a few more shots out of his throbbing and pulsing member.

Rick pulled out of Margot's ass, losing balance on wobbly knees and falling backwards onto the couch. Margot her self turned around and sat on the cool concrete floor of the the room, cum trickling out of her ass.

“You remember where the showers are down here?” Margot asked as she caught her breath.

“Yeah,” Rick said.

“Then go clean up,” Margot said. “I'll see you next time.”

“Sure thing,” Rick laughed. He put his shirt back on the pulled his pants up and left Margot.

The leggy blond then got to her feet herself. She'd wait a bit before she hit the showers herself. Part of her felt guilty for this. She always did. She had just had sex with someone that wasn't her man. She reasoned it away the way she always did. Right now, Jay wasn't giving her dirty side the attention it craved. She loved the sweet and tender...but she also loved the down and dirty. She wanted him to give her both. It was why Margot had set up her little Valentine's day “gift” with Scarlett. She hoped a threesome would bring a little bit of filth out of her man. And Scarlett could definitely draw it out of her.

But still, Margot had a smile on her face. She felt too good not to. That was the power of a good, dirty fuck.




****** 

Eleven in the morning was the perfect time for the first class of the day in Liz's mind. She was still riding high off her little fuck party with Zero earlier. That combined with a chai tea latte was enough to make her morning great as she walked through the theater doors to her class, Acting for the Stage and Screen.

She walked down the aisle towards the first few rows of seats where the other students were congregating. It was a nice group, some she recognized from the previous semester, some she didn't. That didn't influence her seating choice. It was always the same, just like if it was a play or a movie theater; thrid row center.

The moment Liz took her seat is when the professor took the stage. She was new to the school. Liz took note of her. She was striking. Curvy and very buxom. Nice ass as well. Liz always liked taking stock of her professors like this, male of female. Just for the possibility.




“Hello class,” she said, her British accent entrancing the entire class. “My name is Hayley Atwell and we are going to act. I'm not going to teach you. If you're here, you all know how to act. Rather, I'm going to guide you, get to know you all. We're going to sharpen all your skills and hopefully have a good time doing it.”

Before Hayley could go any further, the theater doors opened again and in rushed Selena Gomez.

“Sorry, sorry!” she said as she blindly rushed to an empty seat. “Had to get my work schedule for the week.” Selena set her bags down and looked to her side to see Jesse sitting next to her.

“It's quite all right,” Hayley said. “I was just about to say what we'll be doing this semester. You see, most classes will throw books at you full of theories on acting and definitions of technique and all this long drawn out  boring nonsense. That is not conducive to creativity in my eyes. So, no books. The only thing you'll be reading for this class is the syllabus and the script for the play we will be performing this semester. Instead, this is a class that will be focused on acting exorcises. Improv, both comedic and dramatic. And every other week in the Shoebox Theater in this very building we be doing improv shows for anyone who wishes to show up from 1:00 to 2:00. Starting in two weeks, after a getting to know you period of course. This, since it is not during class time, will be totally voluntary but will be counted as extra credit for those who do. Now, as far as the getting to know you part goes, that's what this class will be about. In alphabetical order, I would like each of you to come meet me backstage for a bit, say five minutes. Pick up your syllabus and just chat. After that, just go back out to the class and get to know your fellow classmates. Pretty easy first day, yes? Well, let's get started with Adam Andrews. Please, follow me backstage.

An attractive young man stood up at the mention of his name. His hair was long toward the front, hanging a bit over his face. He gave Hayley a smile and walked up to join her on stage. The moment they were behind the curtains, the rest of the class began to talk.

“I didn't know you were an actor,” Selena said, turning towards Jesse.

“It's true, my desires go far beyond bringing alcohol to drunk frat boys,” said Peter.

“Same here.” she replied. “How long have you been at it?”

“Got interested in high school. How about you?”

“The moment I knew it was a thing,” Selena said with a big smile. “Kind of...got off track last semester. Barely got by. Hoping I can course correct this and a lot of things this time around.”

“I think you'll pull it off,” said Jesse. “I can't wait to see what you can do.”

“Sorry to interrupt you two,” Liz said, leaning over their seats. “I know you.” Liz gestured at Selena. “Recognize you,” nodding at Jesse. “Which means you two get these.” Liz handed Selena and Jesse flyers detailing audition times for Peter and Sabrina's movie.

“The start and stop times are non-negotiable,” Liz said. “If you miss out, you miss out. Hope to see you there. Sides will be provided there, so be prepared for a cold read.”

Just as quickly as she entered the conversation, Liz left it, spreading the flyers around. Both Jesse and Selena examined the flyers. Jesse felt a bit of a thrill. He'd never been on a legit audition like this before. Sounded exciting.

Selena on the other hand, while excited, felt a little weird. She never thought she'd have to audition for one of Peter's movies. But this also wasn't high school anymore and they still weren't on speaking terms. If she could land the part, not only would it be a sign of her getting it based on talent alone but maybe she could start repairing their fractured friendship.

While the audition flyers were being passed around up front, backstage Hayley and Adam were getting to know each other.

It was casual, friendly. Or at least that how it began. And when they would look back on how it all began neither one of them would pinpoint it. Maybe it was how the light backstage hit Hayley just right, her amazing cleavage and curves all making Adam go for the first move.

Maybe it was Adam's boy next door good looks and crisp green eyes that made Hayley make the first move. That moment was gone, replaced with the pair all over each other.

Their lips were locked in a passionate and furious kiss. Adam's hands ran up Hayley's stocking clad leg as she lifted it around him. His fingers traced along the dark material from calf to thigh, lifting her skirt resting there when his finger tips touched flesh. Then his moved his hand towards her crotch, palming her hot pussy.

“Oh my,” Hayley moaned, feeling his hand over her pantie covered crotch. She backed away momentarily to remove the garment, haphazardly throwing them over her shoulder. She made made her way back over to Adam, looking him dead in the eyes as her hands darting for his pants, undoing them and letting them fall to his knees.

The buxom Brit smirked at her instant lover and hoped up on the table where this little backstage fling had all began, the syllabic long since knocked off to make room for their passion.

If Hayley was remotely thinking straight, she'd have worries about this. Worries about a student asking her what she's doing, if they're next for their little introduction. But that was all far, far from her mind. In fact, the only thing remotely connected to class was keeping her voice under control when Adam's lovely cock filled up her cunt in a thrust.

“Dear God!” she said in a whisper-shout. Her hands gripped Adam's back tight and his hands gripped her plump and lovely ass. They looked at each other, mouths open and breathless as Adam began to thrust into her. Hard, quick pumps, but methodical. Not at all rapid. It was a challenge for either of them to not moan out in grand passion.

“Yes...oh yess,” Hayley said, breathing hard and heavy. Adam grinned a bit as her mouth hung open, her browns eyes almost aglow with desire. He sped up and Hayley leaned back, her large tits being pressed forward. It was a treat to tantalizing to resist.

His hands went from her ass to her chest, fondling her tits before going for the buttons and undoing them. He badly wanted to tear open that blouse and get to those amazing mounds, but was still cognizant enough to realize if he did that, those buttons might fly out on the stage, which would be a begin no no.

Soon enough those buttons were a worry of the past and Hayley's epic tits were free, save for a black lace bra. The bra was far less of an obstacle for Adam. He pulled the cups down and quickly covered that exposed flesh with his face, burying himself in that palace of skin.

“Oh...oh my...” she gasped, the soft whiskers of his five o'clock shadow tickling her tits while his lips and tongue danced. Adam sucked her nipple, licked them, jumped from one breast to the other, not knowing where to start or wear to begin with the them.

Her legs tightened around his waist, holding his thrusting pelvis in while his mouth sucked at her tits. Every sensation was blowing up in Hayley's mind. The spontaneous combustion of their lust singed every feeling she had with a desirable fire. A fire that was going to increase in volume. Hayley could only hold back so much.

She let out soft, longing moans when Adam began to work his hips, slowing down just a bit to feel even more of her from the inside, getting deeper and deeper. She bit her lip as he grazed nice, sensitive part, knowing with a few more strokes like that she'd be beyond that ability. Then her eyes fell on that old stalwart of backstage areas from colleges all over the world; the couch. The reliable, for use in any play couch.

“C-couch,” she gasped. “Take me to the couch.”

Adam nodded, her tit in his mouth. He released it with a small pop and picked Hayley up. She shuffled her over to the nearby couch and they both fell on it. Once they were settled, he resumed his thrusting, speeding up now as he took Hayley's heavenly cunt.

Hayley reached above her, squeezing the armrest of the couch tight as things got hotter and harder. The urgency of before was multiplied. The need to finish this sensual dalliance before getting caught crashed head on with the desire for that last rush of intense pleasure. It was a pleasure that wasn't going to be silenced. And while Adam could bury his face in Hayley's tits when he came, Hayley had nothing, not even a loose cushion to bury her face in.

“Bend me over,” she said. “Put me an all fours Adam...fuck me just like that...make me cum just like that...”

Adam grinned and pulled out of Hayley. He flipped her over, Hayley letting out a soft laugh then looking over he shoulder at him, giving him the most sensual look he'd ever seen. If that face didn't scream “do it” he didn't know what did.

“Ohhhhhh,” Hayley said when his cock made re-entry. She still kept her voice low but now it trembled, right on the verge of breaking. The every stroke, with every deep venture Adam's dick made inside of her she got closer to needing to shout out how much she needed it. How much the feeling of that hard, young cock inside her was making her crave even more.

Adam held tight to her full, round hips. He was going for broke, right on that brink of losing. All his nerves were on fire, waiting for that final climactic release. From how Hayley herself was trembling, how her voice cracked, Adam could tell she was in the same boat. When her hand went between her legs to play with her clit and her face buried itself in the cushioned arm of the couch, that was all the confirmation he needed.

Adam leaned over, among pressing Hayley down prone as they both hit that home stretch. Adam didn't know how much long he was going to last stroking into that perfect pink velvet box. His thrusts became quicker and shallower and Hayley's breaths did the same. They were so dangerously close they both just needed that extra little push to go over the edge.

Adam got her ears, grunting and growing directly into it. “I'm gonna cum....”

Those three words. Magic words that were music to Hayley's ears, making her tingle and goose pimple erupt on her body. Those three words formed the key that made Hayley careen to the point of no return. All she needed was the right way for that key to turn.

“In me,” she gasped. “Cum in me...oh yes...yes fill me up...oh yesssss....”

Adam buried is face in Hayley gorgeous hair, moaning as he began to pump his white hot load into her pussy. And that was when Hayley came, the British bombshell howling in delight, burying her face into the seat cushion of the couch. Her moans wee muffled but still oh so sexy to Adam.

After a few more pumps his love gun was out of ammo. He slid out of Hayley's cunt and leaned back on the couch, gasping for breath while Hayley rolled over and did the same. The looked at each other, dazed but smiling. Then the pair remembered where they were and scrambled to get their clothes back on, a slight bit of embarrassment rushing over them.

As he re-buckled his pants, Adam was the first to say something to break the ice that had formed around them. “...uh... ummm... you have office hours?” he asked. “You know... to... talk... about... this... and the class... and... um... stuff....”

“Oh...yes...they're at three to four...Wednesdays and Thursdays.” replied Hayley. She was fumbling with her buttons as she put her blouse back in place. “My office location is listed on the syllabus. Please pick one up...off the floor...” she laughed a bit, then quickly straightened back up. “Then please inform the next student to come up. I believe it's another Adam, Adam Apton. But...give me five minutes if you would luv.”

“Yeah, sure thing.”

“Oh, and one more thing before you go back out.”

“What's that?”

“Zip up please.”

Adam look down and quickly zipped up. He chuckled a little then headed back out.

It was certainly the most interesting first class either of them had ever experienced.

********

“So we for sure have the theater for the auditions this weekend?” Sabrina asked Camila They were in the middle of a busy lunch hour at the dining commons. Lili had managed to secure a booth for them.

“Whole day.” Camila replied with a nod. “The person in charge of all that stuff owed me a favor from when I worked in the print shop. We have it the whole day as long as we clean up afterwards. Which reminds me, anything I'm picking up besides coffee and bagels before we start?”

“I don't think so. Peter's going to bring a thermos of tea for himself and we'll probably just get a pizza or something if we even have lunch. Thanks though.”

“That's what producers are for,” Camila said. “Right? I'm still not sure exactly what my job is except throwing money at problems.”

“That's actually the gist of it.” Sabrina answered. “And maybe some input on the casting, stuff like that.”

The two slid in to the booth where Lili was already sitting, jotting and sketching things out in her notebook.

“Whatcha got there?” asked Camila.

“Oh!” Lili yelped, startled by their arrival. “Hi. Just sketching some idea for gore gags and make-up ideas. It's going to be a lot easier when I get the scans that zero made of the actors' heads though. But right now, just a rough idea. What do you think?”

Lili handed the notebook to Sabrina, who's smile got real wide when she flipped through the pages. “Daddy like,” she said, then handed the notebook over to Camila.

“Oooh, gross, bloody, totally unsuitable to see when you're about to eat,” said Camila. “You're definitely on the right track Lilz.”

“Yay!” Lili grinned. “Oh, when Jake comes out would you mind scooting out to let him sit next to me Cami?”

“No problem. Jose's going to be joining us too.”

And as it tended to happen on campus, Jose and Jake showed up, as if they had just been announced to the ring. Camila slid out of her seat to get up and greet her man with a kiss. When the kiss broke Jose looked down at the shirt Cami was wearing and was a little shocked, which Camila noticed immediately.

“What's wrong Sweetface?” she asked.

“Your shirt, where'd you get it?” he asked. Camila's shirt bore the image Jose and Jake in their wrestling gear. They were posed as if they were in some kind of old 70s horror movie. Very grindhouse, all on a black t-shirt.

“Oh, this? It came while you two were working this weekend. In a big box. I opened it, hope that's okay. Saw it was those shirts you guys ordered to sell at the next few shows. I thought the shirt looked cool and took one my size. Gave one to Lili too.”

Lili then perked up and showed the same shirt off on herself. “Looks awesome, huh?”

“Looks amazing,” Jake said, leaning over to kiss her. “Even better on you.”

“That's kind of the response I was hoping for,” said Cami. “So...what's wrong?”

“Oh...nothing. Just. I was just kind of shocked. I mean it's not every day my girl wears my stuff, you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Kira refused to wear any of our shirts,” Jake said. “Said it hurt her brand. And what helped her brand was making Jose where HER stuff or she'd throw a fit.”

“Babe, really” Cami asked.

“Look, it wasn't that bad....kinda...yeah okay it was Hell.”

“Well, I'm not Kira...thank god. Besides, this is a cute shirt. I like it. And if I happen to be able to promote the love of my life, then that's cool too. Besides...it does look cute, right?”

Camila twirled around, making Jose chuckle a little.

“Oh it looks fucking awesome,” said Jose.

“Thanks,” she said. “You think I could have another though? I want one to hand of cut up a bit. Make a half shirt, cut the sleeves off...customize it a little.”

“Yeah sure, we have a couple extra in there anyway. We tend to over order so we can wear them to the ring and toss them out to the crowd.”

“Well, with that little hurdle handled how about you go grab your lunch so we can eat together?”

The two kissed and Jose went to get in the cafeteria line. Jake stayed behind, noticing a noticeable absence.

“Where's Peter?” he asked. “Thought you two had a class together.”

“We did. It was AWESOME. It's weird to have a textbook I can't wait to actually crack open. But after class he had...I think a class on Westerns and then he went to go pick up Hailee from her office gig, have lunch and bring her back to campus for her classes.”

“Oh, cool.” Jake said. “So it's just us?”

“Well, the people here?” Lili asked. “Yeah. Why?”

“Oh, no reason at all,” Jake said, trying to cover his emotional tracks as he slid in next to Lili. “What's in the notebook?”

“Designs and stuff for the movie. Getting really twisted. I can't wait to start and see all these things in the flesh.”

“Speaking of missing persons,” Camila said as she returned to her seat. “Where's your pet, Sabs?”

“Ben?” she asked. “He said he was feeling sick so he went back to the apartment to rest it off before his night class.”

“You two cool now?” Lili asked.

“Getting there,” Sabrina said. “Better than we were doing. He took me a jazz club I love to try and smooth it out. At least ”

“That's honestly a lot of progress for Ben,” said Camila. “No offense Sabs.”

“None taken. You know him better.”

“Look, if anyone can straighten him out, it's you.”

“There a history there I should know about?” asked Sabrina.

“No...well, not like that. I mean I only dated one of the brothers and that was the one I could trust.” Camila shifted in her seat a bit. “Look, Ben can be a great guy. He can be. And he's not a monster or abusive or anything like that. It's just...he's the baby of the family and is used to getting away with shit. Mr. Teflon, essentially. If you actually got him to accept some kind of consequences for fucking up, you're a miracle worker in my book.”

“Uh...thanks? I guess...”

“Sabrina, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about,” Lili said. “You said yourself the fight is starting to blow over, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So that's it. It's all good and if he wasn't sick he'd be here right now with you.”

“Yeah, you're right,” said Sabrina. “Besides, what's there to be down about when we're just a couple weeks away from covering people with blood and gore?”

“That's the spirit!” Lili said with a grin. “And I just know the gore budget is huge.” Lili looked at Camila, smiling wide.

“Oh, of course.” Camila answered. “I just can't say no to that face!”

“I think I have the same issue,” Jake said, kissing Lili sweetly. “Impossible.”

In that moment, and only for a second, Sabrina felt a little jealous. She thought of Ben and hoped he was feeling better. Maybe he'd join her for lunch tomorrow.

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Re: All-Star College
« Reply #43 on: November 01, 2019, 07:10:06 AM »
******

Ben was not at home. He was not resting. He was not sick.

He was just fine. He was at a bar. He was relaxing with a drink. At first he thought about the Whisky Casket, maybe have a little fun with Lucy there. Then he thought better of that. What if Sabrina decided to have lunch there? Too risky. Besides, he had plans with Lucy later on in the week. This was just for him. Away from anything that could possibly get him in anymore trouble than he was already in. While Lucy wasn't mad at him and Sabrina wasn't anymore, if they ever found out about each other he'd be dead. And that stress was getting to him.

Which was why he was at this bar a little bit away from the school. Not immensely far away, but just enough. No bands. No kitchen. Just booze, atmosphere and a jukebox. Not much trouble he could get into. Besides, this more of a teacher's bar. He saw more instructors here than anything.



But the moment that redhead walked in the bar, any concerns about trouble walked out.  She was a gorgeous red head, gorgeous of the drop dead variety. Red hair, red lips, pale skin and black heel click-clacking on the hardwood floor. She had an otherworldly confidence about her. It showed in the confident stride of her walk and her total no sell of everyone dropping what there were doing and looking at her.

She sat down next to him, seemingly not even noticing Ben was alive. “Rye, double. Neat. Not even a chip of ice.”

The drink was in front of her in a flash. The lady knew how to get what she wanted. Ben could tell that about her. She was the boss no matter who she was talking to. And when her eyes came upon Ben, who's eyes were already on her, she took notice.

“Looking at something?” she asked.

“Someone, actually.” replied Ben.

“Cute. It knows basic grammar.” She swiveled her stool around to face him, a wry grin on her face. “What do I call you?”

“Ben Farrano. What do I call you?”

“Jessica Chastain,” she said, then sipped from her drink. “You're a little young to be an instructor, aren't you?”

“Yeah. Must be why I'm not one.”

“You know this is pretty much an instructor's bar right?” asked Jessica. “Tenure, grad students with their own classes...that's the clientele.”

“Are you asking me to leave?”

“Not at all.” She smiled at him. Jessica liked him. He wasn't intimated. It was made what would come later so much more fun. “What are you drinking.”

“Same as you but a single.”

“Good choice.” Crossed her legs, making a show of it. Ben couldn't help but look. “So, what brings you here instead of that place the students go? The Whisky something...”

“All I wanted was to relax and get a drink,” Ben said. “Can't really do that there. And you? First day back stressing you out?”

“Hardly,” said Jessica. “Just a tradition. A superstition if you will. As long as I get this exact drink at some point during the day, my semester goes smoothly. Never misses.” She took another sip, giving Ben a very inviting look. “What do you study?”

“Film. With a focus on editing. What do you teach?”

“Film department. Advanced Editing and a class on female film-makers.”

“Looks like we have something in common aside from our booze,” Ben said, raising his glass for a quick toast.

“So it does,” Jessica said, clinking her glass to his. As they both down the rest of their drinks. Jessica wondered to herself if now was the time to strike. She had no time for playing games He was cute enough and seemed to be, from the small tells she picked up, malleable to a degree. When it came to what she desired, she tended to be blunt first and explain herself later. That method had worked out for her so far. Besides, the sooner she went for it, the sooner another one of her yearly traditions would be checked off the list.

“You know what I don't like?” Jessica asked. “Both in my career and private life? Bullshit. I don't have time for it. How about you, Ben? What do you think about bullshit?”

“A useful tool that can be overused by the stupid.” he said bluntly. “Only to be used in the most dire of situations. I prefer getting straight to the point myself.”

“Fair enough.” Jessica turned to the bartender, signalling for him. “Give me another...and refill my friend here.”

“Thanks,” said Ben as his drink was topped off.

“No problem.” Jessica smiled, holding back on licking her lips. He'd do.”I have a proposal for you, Benjamin.”

“What would that be.”

“You want to go back to my place and fuck?”

“What?” he asked, chocking on the whisky.

“Did I stutter? I did say I don't like bullshit didn't I? Small talk is bullshit when you know what you want. That's what I came here for. A quick couple of drinks and finding someone suitable for an afternoon bit of fun. My other tradition. And you're cute enough. If you're not up for it say so. But make your answer quick. I have time, but it's finite. So, by the time I finish this, you either have an answer or I walk. Simple. No bullshit.”

Ben probably could have weighed his options. Most people would think their plates were full enough with two girls who thought he was being true. Most would decline and maybe regret it later. But those men thought with their brains and that just wasn't Ben's style.

“Your car or mine?”

The smirk on Jessica's face was the last thing he clearly remembered before he got to Jessica's place. It was big, expensive furniture and decorations adorned it all. Ben probably could have taken a more detailed view of it all, but the house was the furthest thing from his mind.

Jessica Chastain took up that rental space.  Savage kisses and hungry gropes were the chosen languages right now. Jessica kicked off her shoes and removed her clothing in a speedy fashion before tossing them aside as well.

Ben, being far more anxious was also far more chaotic in his stripping. It was clumsy enough to be endearing as opposed to annoying. Jessica just saw it as Ben being a very eager plaything for her. It made her even wetter.

It could have been anybody. Young or old, it never really mattered to Jessica when  picking her lover of the day. They just had to be old enough and interest her. She usually knew within seconds and somehow Ben passed that test.

He was lead into her bed room, spacial and elegant just as the rest of the house was. The bed itself was droned with a golden headboard and bedposts with red sheets and a black cover with pillows that kept up the red and black theme.

“Lay on the bed,” Jessica ordered. Ben did so, now fully nude. He tried not to be too quick and betray how turned on he already was, but Jessica wasn't blind or stupid.

“Gonna ride me?” he asked with an expectant grin.

“Eventually,” said Jessica, just a hint of a taunt in her response. “First...we're going to have to test that stamina.” Jessica took a confident posture as she removed her bra, exposing her breasts and her hard, pink nipples to view. Ben's cock twitched a little just looking at the pale, cherry topped globes.

Her confident stare burned into Ben, making him feel an odd bit of desire he'd never quite felt before, a desire that only burned brighter when she slid her panties down.
Jessica walked towards him, getting to her knees when she got to the edge of the bed. From there she slithered up on the bed and parted his legs. Her shiny black nailed dragged up his thighs to his cock, grasping it in a firm grip and umping it gently.

“Let's see your stamina Ben.” Ben could have had a retort for her if his mind had gone blank when Jessica's mouth engulfed his cock in oe gulp. Once that happened even a word like fuck struggled to come to mind. Instead, all that could escape his lips was a pleasured but garbled moan of appreciation. Jessica wasn't playing around, at least not in Ben's mind. For Jessica, that's exactly what it was. This was half the fun of college boys.

Her tongue snaked and slurped on his dick, getting every last centimeter of it coated in her saliva. Her sucking was hands free. Jessica's hands were far too busy playing with Ben's balls. Rolling them, tugging them, making him moan and twitch from the double team of her mouth and hands.

Ben struggled to watch. He loved a visual with the feeling, but it was honestly just a bit too much. Something about how Jessica was doing it all, the energy she was emanating seemed to be to electric for him to even be in full control of himself. His eyes shut tight and his head rolled back when he felt Jessica run her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, her tongue sometimes lusciously licking the head and others darting and flicking it quickly. It was  a scramble of pleasure and he had no clue what to expect next.

Jessica wrapped her lips around his crown and sucked hard. No mercy. No quarter given. Ben's back arched at the hurricane of bliss that was housed inside Jessica's mouth. It wreaked the best kind of havoc on his cock before she cooled things down a bit by returning to a more traditional pace, bobbing her head up and down. Even within that though, Jessica added a few bits of spice with her tongue and teeth. Ben never knew what was coming next.

There was a rhythmic chaos at work with Jessica's blowjob. The only thing Ben could rely on being in that skilled, sensual sauna of a mouth was that Jessica was going to kept him guessing. For every slow and gentle caressing of her tongue there was a tongue tornado of saliva and pleasure. For every gentle suckle that there was a bit of pleasure tinged with pain when her teeth drug across his head. He was on the ropes. Which mean Ben was exactly where Jessica wanted him.

Jessica released Ben's cock from her mouth, a dominant grin on her face. “Three minutes are up.”

“That was only three minutes?” Ben asked.

“Mmm hmm.” Jessica replied.

“You...uh...want me to return the favor?”

“No,” she said. “Frankly I don't know if you can. But you lasted long enough to earn my pussy...don't disappoint there, Benjamin.”

As Jessica crawled up, Ben was actually a bit nervous. Going down on her would have given him just enough of a time to recharge from what her mouth just put his dick through. He was already on edge.

Jessica read his nerves on his face. It was the sizzle on the steak. That's when she released him. When he was two seconds away from too far gone. She gripped his cock tight, giving him just enough of a distraction to stave him off.

“We're going to fuck now unless you have any objections Benjamin,” she said, moving up his body. When Ben moved his hands to touch her however, he was stopped. “No. I touch you, not the other way around. Not until I say. You have to earn it, understand. And just yes or no. Nothing cute.”

“Yes,” he said. “I understand. He was completely under whatever spell Jessica was casting. As he would be. They always were. It was as predictable as the sunrise to Jessica.

“Good. Now..tell me more...what do you want?” Jessica said with a sexy and confident sneer. She began to rub her pussy against his cock, teasing his engorged member, refusing him the access he so clearly needed.

“I want it.”

“It? Be more specific or you're getting nothing.” She sped up the grindage on his cock, making him short of breath and even whimper a bit. “Tell me exactly what you want. Be clear...fucking tell me.”

“To fuck you!” he blurted out. “I need to have my cock in your cunt!”

“Hmm hmm hmmm,” she laughed. She leaned over and licked his face then brought her lips  to his ears. “I could dock you for profanity Benjamin...I'll let it slide though.”

Jessica nibbled his ear and reached between them, grabbing his cock before rising down and sinking down on this rock solid pole.

“Don't cum,” she ordered. “Don't you dare cum inside me...or early...you cum when and where I tell you, got it? You haven't earned either privilege yet.”

“Okay,” he said. Even if he had the ability to make some kind of retort, he wouldn't. Jessica had laid the rules out very damn clearly. All he could do was lay back and watch as Jessica Chastain took control.

And what a view it was. Sweat glistening off her pale skin, her tits bouncing and those cherry big nipples of hers aroused and pointing out. She had already made a steady pace. Her velvet vice miking and squeezing his cock with every pump. He may have hid the cock but Jessica was the one fucking Ben. He was just along for the ride.

“Mmmm...such a good dick...ohhh, fuck yes...” said Jessica, a smile on her face as the words came out in satin voice. “Mmm stay right there...don't move....gonna use your fucking dick...mmmmm...”

That's exactly what Jessica dick. Ben's cock was just a plaything for her to use just as she pleased. She loved it. Pushing him to that edge and making him stay there. Not even giving him a moment to breath.

Jessica leaned back on her arms and fucked Ben even fast than she was, her teeth clenched tight as she fiercely bounced on his dick. Once again, no mercy, no quarter given. And Ben was stuck between the bliss of Heaven and the agony of Hell.  The cliff side of pleasure he was dangling off of was now being struck by an earthquake. But still he held on. He didn't want the experience to end just yet...and he didn't want to see what would happen if he did a single thing without Jessica's permission. All he could do is lay back, observe, and be fucked by this gorgeous redheaded cougar.

The room was filled with a cacophony of sex. Moans, the sound of their flesh colliding all echoing within the four walls of Jessica's bedroom. She grinned wide when she saw how desperate for release. That didn't mean she was going to give it to him. But he did deserve a little reward for hanging on.

“You may touch me now,” she said, slowing her pace down a bit. “You want to feel me, don't you Benjamin?” She began to run her hands all over her body, caressing her stomach and tits, sucking on her fingers while she waited for the answer she already knew she was getting.

“Yes...yes I do.” He replied, but still held back.

“Then fucking do it,” she taunted. “Take some initiative.”

With that green light given, Ben did that. Still, it was tentative at first, runninghis hands up her fit legs to her waist, only taking a grip of them when her saw Jessica's pink tongue lick her red lips in anticipation.

Ben rose up, wrapping his arms tightly around Jessica's waist and pulling her tight. He had to go her tits first. Jessica didn't mind. It was predictable but fun for her as well, moaning softly as he sucked and nibbled on her nipples. Still she knew when she wanted more.

“Stop playing around and fuck me,” she said. She grabbed his hair and yanked his face away from his tits. “Fuck me...don't make me say it a third time, Benjamin.”

Ben took this warning seriously. He held Jessica tight began to thrust up into the lusty redhead, giving her a respite from all the work she'd been doing. Hard and fast, just as she had done him and without any concern for how close to the edge he was driving himself.

“YES!” cried out Jessica, her face in a harlequin's grin. She through her head back, that mane of red hair now matted with sweat flowing through the air and landing with a soft smack to her back. Ben was a good choice. He knew just what spots to hit...and he could  be easily led to be just what she wanted in the bed room. And right now all she wanted was a fuck machine. A living breathing fuck machine.

“Fucking take it!” she yelled. “Take my fucking pussy!” Her legs wrapped tightly around his waste like a constrictor And her hand at her back, nails digging and scratching him. She utterly delighted receiving everything he had to give.”Fuck it...fuck my pussy...come on now...don't fucking slow down...don't even fucking dream it...make me fucking cum and you get to cum...and don't you...ohhhh goodddd...don't you fucking thing about doing it before me!”

From there Jessica's voice trailed off into nothing but impassioned moans and growls. Still they were sounds that Ben translated perfectly. After all, Jessica had essentially given him a cipher.

He held her right as he flipped Jessica on to her back, giving him full control of the pace. Fortunately for Jessica, she already had him trained as to what she liked.

Ben gulped for air as he drove into's Jessica cunt with the same fierceness and hunger she'd instilled in him and she loved every moment of it. Moaning, groaning and begging for more.

“Come on!” she shouted. “Harder! FUCK ME! Don't you DARE fucking stop! But do't...ohhh don't you even think of cumming before I do...I don't fucking care...you haven't earned the right to cum yet and you won't until I do it first!”

Ben rose up to his knees lifting Jessica's lower half with him. Her legs still were wrapped around his waist while her shoulders and head were still on the bed. He watched he breath rise and fall in her stomached he drove his cock into her at top speed. And Jessica cried out for more, each moan and word coming from her mouth becoming more and more desperate for that last release, begging for it with out one actually bit of begging to fall from her lips.

Finally, Jessica drove headfirst off that delight ledge and didn't look back. She felt like her body exploded in pleasure, her moans echoing throughout her home as she came. And when her cunt's vice-like grip only tights and quivered on Ben's cock, that was Ben's ear as day sign he could cum now.

He released Jessica and pulled out, remembering her earlier words. He didn't even have to stroke himself. The moment he was free he exploded like a shotgun, spraying his load from Jessica's fire red patch of hair at her pussy to her chin and bottom lips, groaning and laughing with joy as every stream shot out of his pulsing cock.

Usually Jessica would play mad at someone for cumming on her face without permission, but with that rocket blast she couldn't. She'd gotten just what she wanted out of him. She had him in the palm of her hand. He'd be the perfect toy for the semester.

Another thing on the list checked.

***** 

Scarlett Johansson had butterflies in her stomach. That was putting it mildly, honestly.  She always thought of butterflies as delicate and graceful, dancing with their wings on gusts of air.

What was going on inside her felt more like angry wasps slam-dancing in her abdomen. Even then though, that seemed almost to negative. Her nerves were severe, but not all together negative. And it all started when Margot gave her that message about Chris. He was back in town. Of course Margot didn't know who he was. She didn't know that at one point, that man was the world to Scarlett...and she threw it all away.

Scarlett pushed those negative thoughts aside. They weren't welcome. This was a happy occasion. It had been ten years. She didn't want to think about how and why things ended. Scarlett was just glad Chris wanted to meet her.

So she sat there at a sidewalk cafe near the school with an iced tea, a smile, and a stomach full of some kind of metaphorical insects having a grand old time. All she could do was try to calm down and wait. She actually laughed at herself. Her being the one to wait on Chris. That was a change from ten years ago.

“Excuse me miss,” a familiar voice said, making Scarlett turn around. “Would you mind if I joined you for lunch?” When she heard that she darted up from her seat and spun around. Even if she had wanted to hide her smile, she couldn't have.

“Chris Evans!,” she said with a grin, greeting the muscular mine with a tight hug, a gesture that was quickly returned. “It's been way too long.”

“Way too long.” he replied. “I assume the the empty sea is mine?”

“Always were a clever boy, weren't you?” she teased as their embrace broke. “Please, take a seat.”

Chris sat down, looking at Scarlett with a warmth all too familiar to her. It both calmed and aroused that hornet's nest within.

“Nice place,” he said. “Didn't this used to be Bulldog's?”

“I see your memory is as good as ever.”

“Well, it kind of has to be as a historian.” he replied.

“Yeah, this was Bulldog's. Mr. Samson sold it...I think three years ago? Just decided to retire.”

“What's that saying about all good things again?” Chris asked.

“You tell me, Mr. Memory.” She sipped from her iced tea with a smile. “The inside looks pretty much the same. A lot cleaner though. And obviously a different menu.”

“I can see.” Chris flipped through it, scanning each page for a brief moment. “They killed the cheese sticks? Bulldog's had the BEST cheese sticks! Trust me, as someone who's traveled the world, no one could beat the cheese sticks this place had.”

“Yeah, that was sad day. But on the bright side I think the French Dip they have now is better than before. The au ju...simply outstanding.” Scarlett added a chef's kiss as an extra bit of punctuation.

“I might have to take your word on that.”

“You won't be sorry.” They looked at each other in a serene moment of silence before Scarlett spoke up again. “So how have you been? It's been so long since we even spoke.”

“Since I left, actually.” he responded.

“Yeah....that long.”

“Well, since you were at the graduation you know I got my PhD, which I guess makes me a doctor. You don't have to use the official title.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. After that, well, I traveled. I lot. Researching stuff, even had a few articles published.”

“I read them,” Scarlett blurted out. “They were great. Really drew me in. And yo know I'm not a history buff.”

“Yeah, I know that,” he said with a smile. “So...why'd you read them?”

“Because you wrote them.” That sweet serene silence returned. This time Chris would be the one to break it.

“So...you've been doing well for yourself,” he said. “Dean of the college. The same one we went to. You're the woman in charge. Youngest one on record, correct?”

“Yes indeed,” she said with more than a little pride. “That's one bit of history I'm very familiar with. Worked my ass off to get the position.”

“I don't know about that Scar,” he said. “I came in from behind. That ass is still there.”

That made her blush. She got a thrill knowing he still looked at her like that. “Well, metaphors and all. Still, hard work paid of. And now I have even more hard work but it's worth it. The ship runs tight. The whole place is more like an ecosystem then I ever even paid attention to back then.”

“Nothing you'd change?”

“I...I don't know,” said Scarlett. “I don't know if I'd be where I am now without everything else. You?”

“Well, there's one thing. One thing for sure.” Chris leaned over the table, causing Scarlett to do the same. “I'd have you with me every step of the way...if you'd wanted to of course.”

“I'd have loved that,” she said, he voice cracking a little. But we both know why that wasn't going to happen.” She sat back, a little turmoil being added to those pesky hornet's.

“And I still disagree with the take you had on yourself.”

“You deserved better,” Scarlett said. “I did what I didto get through school. I didn't have a scholarship or rich parents...so...I did what I did. And you deserved better.”

Chris reached over and held her hand. “Shouldn't I have been the judge of that?”

“Chris, what are you here for exactly?” Scarlett asked. “I doubt you came back to town just to relive the past.” She moved her free hand over his, a half smile on her face.

“Well, two reasons.” Chris replied. “I got a job here. Heading up the World War 2 exhibit at the museum. Curating it, heading up the whole thing. All of that. But I don't think I'd have taken it if it wasn't for the person sitting across from me living in the same place.”

Scarlett was stunned just for a moment. He filled her with a tempest fo emotions all at once with that answer. “Chris..I...”

“Look, Scar, I'm not saying we pick up where we left off. We're older, different people now. We've been through a lot in ten years apart.” Chris leaned back in his seat, releasing Scarlett's hand and took a deep breath. “I never stopped thinking about you. Not once. And I pretty much took this position just for the chance we could try again. And yes, I know that feels like I'm putting pressure on you, I placed all my bets right on this happening. But...I had to. I just had to.”

Now it was Scarlett's turn to lean back and take it all in. A lot had changed for them both. She made her own money and mostly legitimately. She wasn't part of the business anymore, but she oversaw how ti worked on campus, with Sophia running her old “offices” these days. She wasn't the same young woman faking confidence.She ran the damn show now. And maybe this version of herself deserved a fresh start.

“Nothing like second chances I suppose,” she said smiling.

“Well, how about we start that second chance off right?” Chris asked. “How does Valentine's Day sound? Just around the corner but not so close we can't make good plans.”

“Well, that sounds great,” Scarlett said. “But I do have plans. I promised a friend I'd help her out that night and I don't want to cancel. It's beyond important to her.” Scarlett hated having to start this second chance by giving Chris any kind of rejection, even a soft one. But she did promise Margot a threesome with Margot's fiance that night and it was incredibly important to Margot it happen. Still, Scarlett had a counter offer. “They day after though, I'm all yours. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” he said. “All I want really is you to be there. The day doesn't matter. Though I have to admit a Valentine's day date would have been a pretty sick way to kick things off again.”

“I think we'll manage,” Scarlett grinned, opening her menu.

******* 

For some reason, the first day of a new semester always drained Taylor. She couldn't quite figure out what it was. Especially this past semester, as she'd essentially stepped down as the head of her sorority, choosing to focus more on herself, her studies and her relationships. She simply didn't have the time anymore for everything it required of her nor the idiotic feuds the position brought with it. While she'd always be a sister, she didn't really want those headaches.

Except when it came to getting one last little jab in and Katy Perry and Karlie Kloss. Despite being absolutely crazy about Norman, she still felt a little bit of the sting from Karlie's betrayal.

Taylor's solution? Do what she always did: out-party Katy. And this time it was going to be a challenge. Before, she'd always been able to somehow tie it with the school. But with stepping down from the sorority, that was no longer an option, at least not directly.

Because of course, Taylor had a plan. That plan? A wonderful, decadent Valentine's Day party for students and faculty alike. All were welcome. Even Katy and Karlie. Hell, it'd be a kick to see them there in a way. Just to see the look on their faces at it. Them attempting to not even sell their envy.

However, there was a rather large obstacle. And that was the location. What was in Taylor's head would simply not due for anything that was on campus at all. And even without taking that into account she was not fucking McKracken again. Not that he was a bad lay, but...Norman. She just couldn't play that game anymore. She didn't want to. He deserved better.

Which meant, in all likelihood, her best option was a ballroom in a hotel....and the best on at that. She shuddered at what she was going to have to do. Taylor had looked through all her options, and the one she wanted to do the least was the best option. Taylor was going to ask someone she didn't like very much for help.

While she was mulling over in her head how best to approach the subject he door opened and in came Selena and Norman. The sight of both her best friend and her boyfriend could do nothing but bring a smile to her face, and it did just that.

“Hi there lover,” she said, getting up to greet Norman with a kiss. “And hello to you as well, roomie.”

“Hi and bye Tay,” Selena said. “Just need to get changed for work. Gotta rush.” Selena gave Taylor a quick hg and rushed to her room, leaving Norman alone with Taylor.

He pulled Taylor close and kissed her again as they embraced. “You hungry?” he asked as it broke.

“I could definitely eat.”

“Pizza”

“Mmm yes,” she said. Taylor took his hand and led him to the couch. “Stuffed crust. Pepperoni. Jalepno. Bacon. And cheesy bread on the side.”

“Everything okay?” Norman asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, you ordered the “I'm stressed” triple combo plus the cheesy bread.” he replied. “That kind of indulgence tends to happens when you're stressed over something.”

“You know me very well sir,,” she said with a smile, kissing him on the cheek. “It's just...Valentines. The party, planning it, realizing I have to go to someone I don't particularly care for to get help...and of course planning our first Valentine's together before the party. I just want it all to be perfect and...well it's just a lot to take in all while school just started up again.”

“Well, how about you take some of that stress off of you and hand it to me?” suggested Norman. “Let me handle our date.”

“Norman, thanks, but...”

“Tay, I know you like being in charge,” he said, interrupting her. For most others, that would be a lethal mistake with Taylor. Right now, Norman got a pass. “But, just once...let me take the wheel. Okay? I promise I won't disappoint. Just...just trust me.”

Taylor took a moment to think about it. And in that moment she got an absolutely, delightfully wicked idea. “You're on lover,” she said. “With ONE caveat. And that, is at the end of the night we end up back in my place. To exchange gifts...and more.”

“Deal,” Norman said. “And let's seal the deal with a pizza so large we're going to have trouble moving in the morning.”

“You do know the way to my, heart, don't you hon?”
 
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Thursdays were always a busy day for Bella. She didn't know what it was, but they were always the busiest days for her business both for her and her girls alike. With that being the case, she never scheduled classes for herself on that day. While that meant some Saturday morning classes, the money made more than made up for it.

And while she was dealing with business matters today, it was not the kind that usually ate up her Thursdays. Instead, it was putting the finishing touches on the whole Paul Affair. While the money situation had been handled, she now needed to deal with the potential connections Paul had made with the for heads of the crime families in town. These guys essentially ran the underbelly of things locally, along with Bella. Yes, Sophia ran the kind, gentler house of ill repute, but the only person she negotiated with was Scarlett.

Which made Bella the woman in charge of sins of the flesh locally. And at her age, that was quite an accomplishment. The others respected her enough to allow her to sit at their table. Her business sense and killer instinct had earned her a great amount of respect. The Four knew that Bella was like them. Good business person that you don't want to cross. Se'd proven it multiple times, Reggie being the most recent. Now with Paul, it was time another example of Bella's golden rule:

Don't fuck with the Boss Bitch.

They had agreed to meet on neutral ground, a hotel locally that they all had a bit of a “stake” in. The hotel was a hub for their services but owned by an outside party connected to a Vegas family. This means meeting were always a snap. A presidential suite reserved for far from presidential activities.

Bella was the first to arrive. She prized punctuality from others, so she'd be a hypocrite if she didn't practice what she preached. Besides, she preferred to make the space nice and comfortable for the the other Four. That amounted to preparing drinks from the bar provided. The room was posh enough,it just needed a little garnish.

Bella didn't mind preparing the drink. She had gotten there first. It was just good manners. Besides, they all knew each other very well. She'd fucked them all.

That wasn't how Bella got in with them. If she'd done that she knew she'd never have gotten their respect n mater how good she was. No, it was more of an exchange of goods, scratching each other's backs. If Bella wanted free or discounted weed, she'd fuck the right person for free or at a discount, or have one of her girls do it. It was business. And that was respected.

Right as he poured the last drink, a different one for each of her guests, the door to the suite opened and the Four headed in. First was Nikita Kolonov, the head of the Russian/European sect. He was a gigantic mass of muscle topped with a perfectly coiffed head of near platinum blonde hair. All wrapped up in a three piece suit with a red silk shirt and no tie. He wasn't the kind of man who wore a tie. The Russians handled some of the drugs in the city. Not all, per a treaty with the other heads, but some. He covered the hallucinogenics and coke. One hell of a combo with some gun running on the side.

After him was Tyson Dixon, the man who ran the African American contingent. It didn't matter what colors you held elsewhere, under Tyson, you were united or else. Bella didn't ever think what he did to get such a position. The only thing she figured was his current position was  a form a retirement for him. Heading things up in a quiet college town and living a life of luxury. What could be a better retirement plan for a gangster? The clothes he wore reflected a life of leisure. No where near as business-like and Nikita. Just slacks, a polo shirt, and a light leather jacket. Weed and banned goods(within reason and the rules) were his trade. You want some good Purple Haze of real deal absinthe? He was the man to see.

After him cam Michael McIntyre, the one who ran the Irish section. Business casual was the order of the day for him as well, sans a leather jacket. His group was the muscle. Protection,underground fights; anything physical was their game. He was the youngest of the group, having replaced his brother who got promoted and sent New York. Bella knew both brothers very intimately. If there was an Irish curse it certainly did not afflict either of them.

Rounding them out was Bobby Sanchez leading the Latinos. Much like Tyson, no matter your colors, in this town you answered to him and did it with a smile. They handled any and all smuggling to and from Mexico. Of course, again within the limits set by this council of Four, Five including Bella. Everything had to be weighed by risk versus reward. He was the hat trick of business casual, wearing a blazer over his polo.

“Gentlemen,” Bella said, holding her martini high in a one woman toast to the men. “Welcome to this little meeting I've called. Please, take your seats, I'll be with you shortly.”

The men walked in, each taking a seat from a row arranged in a semi circle, separated by a small table with a drink for each of them, still chilled and ready to go.

“Why did you call this meeting Bella?” Nikita asked. Straight to business, always his style. He hadn't even touched his scotch.

“Business of course my dear,” Bella said. She came around the hotel bar to the front side and leaned back on it, giving the group a good look at her dress. Blake of course, and hugged her body so wonderfully perfect.”Just a bit of an update.”

“Then what's the update?” Tyson asked.

“Paul's out. You guys know Paul right? He was working really close to me, his dad's in the music biz, and I'm pretty sure he was trying to be enterprising by talking to you for while attempting to take my business out from under me. That about sums it up.”

“You know Paul had been meeting with us?” Michael asked, getting a glare from Nikita. Michael was always shitty at hiding his hand.

“Of course dear.” replied Bella. “Once I saw he was siphoning funds from me, that would have been the next logical step, would it not?”

“Very smart,” Nikita said. “Always liked that about you Bella.”

“So that's what this is about?” Bobby asked. “Bring us hear to chastise us for investigating a new business opportunity?”

“Oh no no no Bobby-Boy. It's to tell you he's done. His capital is gone. He's not getting any of my girls without that. And the music connection through his daddy? Mine now. So if you want that music business, he execs and stars who want their hungers fed and thirsts quenched? That's through me now. Turns out they love hot pussy just as much as the rest of us and certainly value it over keeping the son of a music executive happy. Another thing Paul didn't think of. He never did ask me exactly what happens to my girls when they leave me. I mean you all know. Some of them go on to live normal lives and that's that. Others...well, we all know I've had some prime up and comers in porn recently work for me, graduating to the Performer of the Year category. Hell, some have even gone on to be legit celebs. And all can be called in for a favor or two if the price is right. That's loyalty, something you can't buy. Just ask Paul.”

“It was just business Bella, nothing personal,” Tyson said. “We had to hear his offer out.”

“Was it promising?”

“A little.” answered Nikita. “But he was fool. If I had been outvoted in taking him in, then I would have gone along with it. Paul...cocky fool. The kind that would have brought trouble. But still, must listen. Risk and reward.”

“Gentleman, I understand, it's business. However, I would have liked to think I garnered enough respect from you to at least get a heads up on all this. Not that I needed one obviously. I can handle my shit.” Bella sipped from her vodka cran. “And Paul has been handled. So, I thought it be only proper to tell you all, in person, his deal, whatever it was, is off the table. I have everything he could have offered you. And so much much more.”

“So what is this Bella, you want to renegotiate some terms or something? Little disrespect tax?”

“Not at all Michael. But I would like to maybe add one addendum. Which would be, anyone knew tries to “buy in”, we all get notified. Fair enough?”

The men nodded. Bella smiled and downed the rest of her drink.

“Good. Now, gentlemen, I do think it's time to...well...sign the contract. But let's do it with someone a lot more fun than pen and ink.”

The men all began to grin, and those grins got wider when Bella slid off her black blazer and undid her blouse, leaving her only in her skirt, heels, and a black satin bra. She got to her knees and began to crawl towards them.

“Gonna be going clockwise boys,” Bella said. “Sorry Bobby, that means Nikita is up first.” Bella looked up into the Russian's eyes, a sly little smirk coming to his usual stone face.  Bella had a cocky look on her face as she began to undo his fly, fishing his cock from his pants.

“Yes, good little shlyukha,” Nikita sighed. Bella new how he liked it, and that was with no wasted time. She started with a full on, no bullshit pace, working her mouth all over Nikita's engorged prong. Deep in her throat, then back to bobbing up and down. Running her tongue in quick little circles just under his glans, then back to bobbing p and down. It was dance, well choreographed at this point. When it came to getting head, Nikita lied it a very certain way. Almost a factory built blow job. It should have bored Bella. If not for Nikita's penchant of calling her a whore in Russian and spewing various Russian profanities at her. It made the blowjob a lot more unique for her and shlyukha was now her favorite Russian word.

She finished the blowjob with a sweet little kiss at the very tip, then turned her attention to Tyson, who's cock was already out and standing at attention. Ever the eager beaver. As she crawled over to Tyson, Bella already was prepping in her head the battle plan for Tyson's dick.

Tyson was a very visual lover. Sometimes how something looked mattered more than how it felt to him. Seeing is believing and all of that. So when Bella got to his cock, she was ready to give him a show full of sizzle and spectacle.

Her tongue began at his balls, the slowly dragged upward to the base of his chocolate cock, where she planted the first kiss before slithering up the length, stopping just before the head for another kiss before getting to to the tip where she flicked her tongue against the bulbous mushroom tip. All the while keeping eye contact with Tyson. Eye contact was beyond key with him.

He waited with baited breath, watching and waiting for Bell'as next move. When Bella blew him a kiss, he braced himself. She wrapped those luscious lips right around the onyx crown of his pole, sucking hard and attacking it with her tongue. Her cheeks billowed and Tyson groaned in approval.

She started to suck in earnest, eye contact never breaking and making a show of ever single moment of it, exaggerating everything just a bit more. She could have done even more, but that would have taken away from the show, which was now what Tyson wanted in the least. The visual was the experience.

Once Tyson had had enough of a show, Bella crawled over to Michael who was also ready for her.Michael, he had an edge to him, but not a cruel edge. Not even a dominant one. The only thing he wanted was for to match him. Unlike his older brother, he had no interest in domination. He wanted Bella to match him. Match his aggression, match his desire. Bella LOVED that. Equality among perverts.

She winked at him before giving his cock a quick smack other her hand, which made Michael chuckle. He then reached down and grabbed her by the back of her  head making Bella moan a bit. “Suck this fucking cock,” he demanded. “And do it now.”

She grinned at him before spitting right on the bishop's head. From there, she went right to work, sloppily sucking on his cock with a salacious amount of saliva and slobber. This was a hard and furious suckjob. No place for a slow pace. Bella's mouth bobbed up and down on his cock with a nasty fast pace that was everything Michael loved in a blowjob.

Michael's hands went to Bella's head, holding her steady as he began to fuck her throat. Hard, fast, hungry. A strong essence of urgency behind every thrust. And Bella loved it. Getting as good as she could give. And Michael new when to quit. When Bella's hands went to his thighs and squeezed just a bit hard, he stopped. They had a system. It was called respect.

Bella removed herself from Michael's cock and laughed as she caught her breath. She squeezed his cock with an extra bit of tightness, making Michael wriggle a bit from the snug squeeze.

“Too tight for you?” she teased before spitting on Michael's cock again. She pumped his dick so fast her fist was a blur. “Then how are you gonna handle this mouth?”

“I'll take my chances.” Michael answered. He reached for her head again, caressing her face in a surprisingly tender move before bringing her back to his cock, where Bella resumed her ravenous sucking of his prick.

Soon though, that sloppy suckjob was done, and it was Bobby's turn. Like Nikitia at the start, his cock was still under wraps. Bobby liked for Bella to do the work, to unwrap her present like it was Christmas morning.

That was Bobby's thing. Sensuality, almost a worshiping of sex. Which meant when it came to sucking him off, he wanted it to be cock worship. That was fine with Bella. She wasn't much for organized religion but sex could certainly be a holy experience.

She smiled up at him, her eyes full of lust and wonder. Bella's hands danced up Bobby's legs until they got to his zipper, slowly tugging it down. Then they moved up just a bit to his belt, meticulously undoing it, giving Bobby a show of his own. The anticipation was part of his menu.

With all obstacles gone, Bella opened up Bobby's pants, exposing his hard cinnamon stick. Her eyes sparkled a bit, eagerness all over her face and spreading like a virus to Bobby's.

Bella lovingly began to rub his cock all over her face, making sure that throbbing cock head made contact with every inch of her mug. She moaned, she cooed, nothing but sounds of immense pleasure escaped her lips as she rubbed his dick all over her face like a paintbrush, little streaks of pre-cum making it a perverted game of connect the dots.

Then she brought the cock to her lips, running the tip along them, moaning with every complete circle. Bobby could hear it in her voice, the cadence of every moan and groan. She needed that cock.

“Take it in,” he said. “Do it now mami...”

“Thank you,” she said, her smile sweeter than sin. She took Bobby's girth in her mouth, slowly taking more and more of him n on every stroke. And Bobby began to get his moans in too. The deeper she went, louder her got. Ever stroke down and up, her tongue almost made love to his dick, carefully caressing him with every suck, getting those spot on his dick he himself didn't even know were that sensitive. She do anything to please him. That was his desire, which made it hers in this moment.

When Bella began to take Bobby into her throat, she felt someone creep up behind her. She smiled a bit with that cock in her mouth. The real fun was starting. She felt her as-yet-unrevealed lover begin to unzip and remove her skirt while Bella held Bobby's cock in her throat.

When she released his cock an gulped for air, she gazed over her shoulder to see Michael as the culprit, his devilish grin wide as can be and nude as the day he was born. She moved her legs just a bit so the skirt could be completely removed, leaving her bare save for the pumps.

Before she got back t sucking Bobby, she looked at Nikita and Tyson, who had similarly undressed, Party time.

Bobby's cock once again found it's place of worship in Bella's mouth. And while it was going to church, Michael's dick decided to find refuge in its own den of sin as he thrust inside of Bella's cunt.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned, sending a wonderful little vibration through Bobby's cock. Michael began to pump her hard and fast, giving her everything they both wanted. Bella removed her mouth from Bobby's fuckstick just long enough to feed Michael the words of encouragement she knew he loved to hear.”

“Ohhh Mikey yes,” she moaned. “Just like that...use it baby...use that cunt....mmm,  fuck yeah...do it...'cause I'm using that cock....using it so fucking good baby....” Then Bella's mouth went back to Bobby's cock.

Bobby knew as Michael had a grand old time fucking Bella with the same fervour with which he took her mouth he wouldn't be getting the same treatment as before. After all, now Bella had a bit more stimuli to deal with. That was fine for him. They'd all get a turn. That was how business was done.

Bobby left his position and got in line to take her cunt, and with that open Nikita came in to take his place, shoving his hard fuckstick in her mouth and fucking her face as Michael took her from behind. All the time that magic word that made Bella wet fell from his lips in lustful desperation, “Shlyukha...”

Michael tagged out and let Tyson get in. His onyx obelisk filled her cunt and Bella's eyes fluttered a bit. She was far from a size queen but sometimes big just felt good and Tyson had some length on him.

His pace was hard too, though not quite what Michael was doing. And Bella knew why. Tyson was all about the visuals in fucking and well. He needed to get that perfect view for himself of his cock driving in and out of her cunt, watching how every flesh-to-felsh collision they made sent ripples through her ass. Bella gave him a sexy look over her shoulders, licking her lips before returning to Nikita's cock.

Tyson was leaned back ever so much as he kneeled, his eyes only leaving the view of his cock slamming her cunt for the views of her face when she would look over at him. No words, just looks and it was all he needed.

Still, Tyson wasn't greedy. That wouldn't have been right for a meeting like this. He looked to Nikita, and the Russian stood up, then bent over, grabbing Bella by the end and lifting her to her feet.

“Lay down on the couch,” he said. “No more floor.”

“You got it,” she said, giving him a kiss before heading to the nearby couch and doing as requested. Nikita then climbed on top of her, sucking her tits a bit before bringing his cock to her opening.

“Ung yesss,” Bella moaned when Nikita's cock entered her. And he was a completely different kind of big. Tyson had length, that was true, but Nikita? The Russian had girth. Her hands gripped the carpeting tight as his thick cock filled her up, quickly settling into a rhythm.

“Nnng shlutkha,” he growled. “Mmmmm yes....”

“Oh fuck it...fuck me...oh my god YES!” Bella cried out. He mouth was free for the first time, and now she could really let them all know how she was feeling. “More...more Nikita...don't stop...oh baby yes!”

Nikita grunted, his eyes looking at the beautiful harlot writhe beneath him as he fucked her. Factory standard but amazing at the same time. Those steely blue eyes of his went from her face to her bouncing tits. He brought his hand to her face, where Bella once more revealed her oral fixation and sucked his thumb into her mouth.

Hard and fast, guttural growls were the order with Nikita, but he knew when to stop. He wasn't ready to cum. Now it was Bobby's turn in her pussy. Which meant a position change once more for Bella.

As Nikita left Bella and the couch, Bobby took a seat on it. Bella grinned. It was time for a ride.

Bella had an eager smile on her face as she climbed on top of Bobby and let out a very satisfied groan as she sat down on his cock. “Ooooh, papi,” she moaned. “So good baby.”

“His hands moed to Bella's plump booty as she began to ride. She was in control, and built up the pace on her own, making that cock work for her, worshiping at the altar of lust for Pastor Sanchez.

Bobby was doing some worshiping of his own, sucking on Bella's delightful tits as her paced built while keeping him guessing. Sometimes she would grind him, other times she would speed up and work his dick like nobody else could. Squeeze him, milk him, pretty much massage him with her otherworldly cunt muscles. It was a sinner's Heaven and he'd lost track of who was preaching to who.

Tyson and Michael though wanted a bit more. As Bella rode Bobby, the two stood up on the couch,their cocks presented to her.

“Oh, Hello boys,” Bella said when she spotted  them. Since Michael had gotten first crack at her pussy, she sucked on Tyson's cock again, tasting a int of herself on him. Michael still got some attention, her delicate but experienced hand pumping him.

While three men were being please, there were four in the room, and Nikita quite literally saw his opening. He came up behind Bella and whispered in her ear,” Hold still shlyukha.”

She did with an anxious grin. She knew what was coming and was glad that it was Nikita to start it. His girth felt just right in her ass. Eternally tight. She hungered for it it in a way she did few other cocks up there.

Every one froze in place. Nikita had a tube of lube in his hand that he grabbed from the bar. Bella had known all along where things were going to lead. She knew them all too well. She knew this meeting would in like this, with Paul on the outs and the five united once more, as if they would have ever split. Nikita never would have gone along with someone like Paul. And Bella knew that...but she didn't need to hear it from his mouth. Doubt was always necessary. It made things like this so much more exciting.

He squirted a dolop of the lube on his cock and worked it in before pressing his cock against Bella's back door. Once he pushed through, he and Bella let out an audible sigh of relief.

Unlike before, Nikita took a bit of time building up a rhythm both because he was sharing her body with another and the location was a bit more sensitive. But with every pump both men took inside of Bella, the more she got used to it. It never took her long before her moans began to echo throughout the hotel room. She utterly loved being filled up completely like this, especially when the men knew exactly how to do it.

“Oh yes boys,” she moaned. “Oh my GOD I fucking love this...keep going...I won't fucking break...fuck me...both of you...Mikey and Ty..bring those cocks back over...my mouth hungry!”

Bella was a very busy girl from there on. Her mouth and hands busy with two of her favorite cocks and both of her holes filled with two more of her favorites. It wasn't bad for the men either.

Nikita had built up his pace to his usual piston-like rhythm, grunting with every stroke he gave her while Bobby stayed with sucking and mauling at her tits, letting loose a series of profanities from both sides of the border.

From there positions switched so seamlessly Bella didn't even know how it happened. Now her back was to Michael, who's cock was up her ass and she was facing Tyson, who was deep in her pussy. Showtime once more, though there was no need to exaggerate. She rarely got DP'ed and when she didn't, there was no hiding how much she loved it.

As Michael ravaged her ass and Tyson took her pussy, she looked right in Tyson's eyes, her own almost daring him to do more. And that look was soon back up her her own voice.

“Take it boys...fuck yes...harder...faster...fucking use me! I'm fucking using you to get off so let's make it fair! FUCK FUCK YESS FUCKING FUCK ME!”

Tyson leaned forward, kissing her and sucking Bella's tongue, his hands groping her tits. He and Michael began to go faster, their rhythm it total unison as they brought Bella higher and higher plains in the realms of pleasure.

Neither Bella nor the men knew how much time had passed. Positions had changed frequently to the point everyone was delirious and on the verge of orgasmic explosion.

When the first of the men said they were going to cum, it became a chorus of agreement. They all withdrew from Bella and allowed their harlot of a business partner to take her place in the center of the room on her knees and playing with her pussy.

“Sign on the dotted line boys,” Bella said, pointing at her face with her free hand. “Right...come on....seal the deal....cover me....right now...” her voice began to trail off as she felt the embers of her orgasm beginning tog row into a full fledged fire. All she needed was that one last bit of heat. And when the first shot of cum erupted from on of the cocks, she got it.

“Oh fuck YES!” she cried out, cumming as the Four came all over her face, covering and coating Bella's beautiful visage with layer of their cum. They shot more than expected, spurred on by watching their whore of a business partner shiver as she came while being utterly covering in cum.

By the time they were done, Bella was a sexy little mess. Her eyes were pasted shut and she was laughing a bit. “Wow,” she giggled. “Fuck that's a lot of cum... so warm... good job boys.”

“Don't mention it,” Michael joked.

“Which one of you shot last?” asked Bella.

“I think Mike,” Tyson said.

“Luck of the Irish,” Bella said. She began to scoop the cum from her face into her mouth, sucking her fingers clean and cleaning herself up enough to actually open her eyes. “Looks like you get to join me in the shower.” She then looked at the rest of the men all of whom were sitting down once more, wrecked. “How about you guys order some room service so we can talk a bit further about the future. Eggplant Parmesan for myself.”

With that Bella led Michael to the shower while the three remaining just laughed.

“We were never going to go with Paul for real, were we?” asked Tyson.

“Of course not,” Nikita said. “Use him up and spit him out. But Bella beat us too that.”

“So are you saying we just played Bella?” Bobby asked, which made Nikita laugh. Which in itself was an event so rare it actually disturbed Bobby a little.

“No. Bella knew exactly what was going to happen here tonight. You can't play Bella Thorne. If you thin you can, you're probably in the midst of being played by her.”

****** 
Eric could not remember the last time he'd been so happy on a Thursday of all days. But sitting with Vanessa Morgan in her apartment finalizing the ideas for their script had done just that. Then again, every time he had seen Vanessa since that first day of being teamed up had done that to him.

Of course Chad was always there to bring him back down to Earth or lower, reminding Eric that a girl like her would never waste her time with a guy like him unless she had to. Hot women didn't go for fat asses. The usual stuff to keep Eric in line.

It worked too. Right up until he saw Vanessa again and those feelings melted away the moment she smiled at him. He knew a guy like him could never be more than a friend to her, but that would be enough. Plus proving Chad wrong was an amazing bonus.

So, that's where they were, talking story ideas, eating chips and homemade guacamole in the comfort of Vanessa's one bedroom apartment and enjoying each other's company.

“You really think we should drop the noir stuff?” Vanessa asked. “I mean,we both do it so well. Seems like a slam dunk, you know?”

“Well, not completely ditch it,” Eric said. “But maybe look at ti from a different angle. I'm thinking a spy kind of thing. Same basic ingredients, just remixed a little. Emphasis on different things.”

“Okay, I could go with that... I'm still going to say with throw full on, Cyberpunk sci fi in their as a setting. I just can't let go of the Blade Runner thing. Just love it too much.”

“Blade Runner by way of James Bond sounds like a real good idea to me. Possibilities seem really endless. Maybe impossible to shoot, but that's not really a concern for the class is it?”

“This si going to be so much FUN!” Vanessa yelled, almost jumping up from the couch she was sharing with Eric. “The ideas are just rushing into my head right now. I can't wait to get started. A big intergalactic conspiracy, a handsome living weapon, ravishing women...Let's write the whole franchise!”

“I wouldn't mind, but then we'd probably be spending even more time together.”

“I don't know, that doesn't sound so bad to me.” Vanessa smiled at him, making one form on his own face as well. “I'm gonna clean this stuff up unless you want a bit more.”

“No, I'm good...but...you know, I could help with that.”

“Sure.” The two stood up, Vanessa holding the bowl that was once full of guacamole and Eric the bowl that had housed the chips. He followed her into the kitchen, where she turned around to grab his bowl as well, putting them both in her sink. “I wash, you dry.”

“I think we can handle two dishes with that system.”

She turned the water on and drizzled the dishes with soap. “This has been really fun,” Vanessa said. “Makes me wish we'd known each other last year, you know?”

“Yeah, that would've been great.”

“Well, how come you never said hi?”

“I..I wouldn't have wanted to bother you...”

“You wouldn't have.” she replied. “I mean...I don't know. I look at the stuff you and I like to write and it's different, but we hit a lot of the same notes. And we've had a lot to talk about since Monday. All of it good. You're funny when you're not being so quiet. At least to me. We could have had a lot of fun. Beyond just, you know, movie stuff.”

“Yeah...maybe I should have. I don't know. I get a little nervous sometimes...kind of prevents me from being social.”

“You don't say!” joked Vanessa, getting a laugh from him. “I get it. Nothing to be ashamed of. I mean...it's not like you're nervous now, right?”

“Not particularly. Great company helps.”

“Good.” Vanessa leaned her face over and pressed her lips to his. And after that initial shock, Eric pressed back. From there instinct took over and the pair embraced each other tightly.

“Couch,” Vanessa said, taking a brief respite from Eric's lips. She jumped into his arms and let him carry her over. Before he could lay her down, Vanessa got down and softly pushed Eric down on to the couch. Once her was seated, she straddled him, removing her shirt and leaving her in a white bra.

Vanessa grabbed Eric's hands and brought them to the skin of her stomach, guiding them up to cup her breasts. She smiled a bit. He was still hesitant, a bit nervous. She was going to fix that, cute as it was.

Vaness'a hands moved for his pants, beginning to undo them. However, she was a little surprised when the formerly enthusiastic Eric stopped her.

“Ww-ait, just hold on a second,” he said.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing it's just...I...I don't know what to do. I've never...done something like this...”

“Like what?” asked Vanessa.

“Like...this,” he said very sheepishly, which when it clicked for Vanessa.

“Oh...ohhhh,” she said, laying off. “You mean...”

“Yeah...and like an idiot I killed the mood. I'm sorry, i'll go.”

He began to get up, Vanessa rolling off of him. But before he got too far away, she stopped him.

“Whoa, hold on. I feel like we skipped a good portion of conversation,” she said.

“What's there to talk about?” he asked. “Big fat virgin loser made an ass of himself in front of the awesome woman he's been crazy about for a year. I'm so stupid!”

“No, you're not. Just because you haven't had sex yet doesn't make you stupid or anything like that!” She held his and softly and look him in his eyes, which was a bit of a challenge with Eric in this embarrassed state. “I might have come on a bit strong. But...I do like you. After Monday I reread your script and...I didn't want to say this because ti would have made me sound weird, but even after talking I thought I knew you from somewhere beyond the classes we had. So I looked up that short story anthology the English department had last year for the best writers in the department. You wrote the sweetest story in there. That story about the childhood crush? It actually made me tear up a little. And you're just...I can't even put into words because it makes it seem to analytical. I just like you. I mean I kissed you so that's got to count for something.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Then, how about we just forget what just happened? Let things take a slower pace?” I'm cool with that. If something happens, it happens. I don't want one of my nights off to end like this.  I want what started off great to end great. Please?”

“I just...I don't want you to think I'm a loser.” Eric looked down at the ground, avoiding Vanessa's gaze. She wasn't having that. She lifted his chin up softly with her fingers and kissed him again.

“You're not. You're smart, sweet and pretty funny when you let your guard down a little.And I like that. Just because you haven't had sex yet doesn't make you less of anything, and  it you're not a loser because of it, okay? I was a little surprised, but it's not something to be ashamed of. Look, I like you. And I really do want to get to know you better. So, let's handle that. So, please stay?”

“Sure,” he said. “I overreacted. I'm so sorry about all this.”

“Don't be,” Vanessa said. “Just sit with me. Talk some more. I think we could probably actually get a few pages done by the time the sun comes up...I mean, neither of us have anything to do tomorrow, right?”

When she smiled at him, he knew there was only one answer he could give her. “Sure.”

And all that tension melted away.

*******



It's was 8:00 PM on campus.Not many classes were open and many of the buildings save for the dining commons and the food court of the student union were open. Students were still walking the campus, but at night there was a stillness to it. It was almost like no one was there, despite the groups of students going to get food and going back to their dorms or leaving recently finished classes and heading for the parking lot. But from the ground, it all seemed a ghost town.

However from the fifth floor of the business education building, all the activity was easily observable. That was Anna Kendrick's view as she waited for a very special guest.

She played with her work keycard with her fingers, shuffling it between them. She was was looking out on the surprisingly busy view. It wasn't prime time for people, but there were enough people for her liking. If any of them had looked up at the building they would have clearly seen Anna through glass, even with the minimal light of the two desk lights to either side of her.

The office she was in was dark apart from that.  Behind her was darkness. In front of her was the view below and her reflection in the mirror. It was all she needed. Well, almost all the she needed. She was still awaiting her guest. He wasn't late by any means, but Anna was just anxious for him to show up. And very wet.

Anna was part of a small group of women on campus; herself, Laura Marano and Alexandra Daddario who gave themselves a bit of a job. That job was essentially, relieve tension on campus in the most fun way possible: sex. They all saw it as a bit of charity. A way to good for people who they thought needed it. It was giving back. Of course Each of the girls had their own little niche in the realm of giving back.

Laura was the mysterious “Glory Hole Girl” on the campus. Her focus was mainly on  the often overlooked and overwhelmed grad student TA's and janitorial crew of the school. Alexandra like to focus on the outcasts, the ones who had a hard time fitting in at a new school. The Freshman Fucker.

Anna had, in her words, everyone else. Which was fine. That was part of the thrill she got out of it. The other part was something she shared with Laura somewhat. That was anonymity. Not so much for her, but for the men. She never, ever wanted to see their faces. They either fucked her from behind or wore ski masks. Anna loved that they knew who she was. That they wold see her in campus, maybe even in class. Either right next to her in the seats or up in front lecturing. Student or teacher, if they'd had her, they'd know her and she'd never know it. Something about that, just the idea of it, got her off.

The girls each had their own way of getting the word out at first for themselves and different ways to be reached, if that was there game. Laura played it differently than that. Anna and Alexandra had another way they got the word out and by this point their reputation did the advertising for them. As a result, anyone who needed them had the number of their burner phones.

They got no payment out of this aside from the experience. It was more than enough.

So there Anna was, awaiting the latest user of that phone number, her back to the unlocked door and her pet and bare. She had no use for underwear so she declined putting them on under the skirt she wore. Dressed as the perfect little fuck toy secretary. Now all she had to do was wait for him to be on time.

Five minutes later that seemed more like centuries, she heard that door click and a smile came to her face.  The door opened and the light in the hallway silhouetted her guest. He walked towards her but paused to say one thing. One word. It was a form of safety, so Anna new the person who was there was supposed to be there.

“Pumpernickel,” he said.

“Butter side up,” Anna said. And that was it. With one awkward little word it was opened. He unbuckled his pants and Anna hiked up her skirt, showing him her bare ass. She bent over, arching her back and pressing her hands against the glass window. She braced herself. “Fuck me.”

Anna grunted, a wicked grin on is face when the man held her hips firm and thrust his cock in her. No tenderness, just lust. Just what Anna wanted. As he sped up, moaning and grunting, Anna decided to talk. It was something she did outside of this. She was a sarcastic motormouth usually. Now that mouth of hers was going be busy spouting filth.

“Yes...oh give that dick baby...oh just take me...I want....just don't stop...just take...use that fat fucking cock...feels so good in my cunt...oh fuck yes that it!”

He was almost pulling Anna too him with every thrust, making every moan Anna made sound like she was in an earthquake. Her hands began to skid on the glass in front of her, making low squeaks on the surface as she moved with every slam of his pelvis.

The man's hands moved from her hips to her chest, grabbing a firm hold of her blouse and tearing it open, making Anna laugh through a moan. She loved when they did that. It gave her a extra bit a jolt with how hungry for her body the men were.

Her secret lover was no different. His hands ravenously pulled her bra down then grabbed and played with her tits. Anna rolled her head back when her began to tweek and pinch her nipples then go back immediately to his rough manhandling of them and back again. It was utter lustful chaos and she loved every moment of it.

He leaned forward, his breath hot in her eat but no words fell from his lips, just the growls and grunts of a caveman, his brain gone completely primitive for guilt-free pussy.

And still in the reflection Anna couldn't see him, just the outline of him, maybe his chin at most. But she did catch glimpses o what he was doing to her, how that pulsing cock pistoning in and out of her pussy was making her feel.

“Harder,” she growled. “Fuck me harder....FUCK ME HARDER!” He sped up, going faster into the danger zone. This was a hot and frenzied pace that he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up. But as turned on as he was, Anna was there as well but so much more intense.  She was ready for anything, especially if it meant surprising her mysterious lover.

“Mmmmm my pussy feels so good with your cock in it,” she said. “But you know where it might feel even better?”

“Where?”he whisper-growled. “Oh baby tell me where you want my cock!”

“Stick it my ass,” Anna said. “Fuck me till you cum....fill me up with cum...”

She couldn't help but smile when she heard that excited little moan from his mouth. She loved that sound. Every man she was with made it when she said she wanted it in the ass.

He pumped her pussy a few more times before pulling out and placing his slick cock right up against her tight starfish and beginning to press forward.

Anna grit her teeth and braced her arms against the window. That first thrust in was always her favorite part. The pressure, the anticipation and sudden feeling of being full. It was worth the entire act just for that moment. It was second only to the orgasm in her opinion.

Those first few getting to know you strokes were also right up there. The slower strokes as he got used to her tight canal and she got used to his lovely cock. It was a nice calm before the storm. Of course, the storm still hande to come.

And it did, just how Anna liked it. He pushed her up against the window, her tits and face pressing against it for all the world to see if they only bothered to look up. Which was another part of the thrill for Anna. She could be fucking just anyone and just anyone could be watching her get ass-fucked. It was a delight.

Her lover returned to being a man of few words but a varied amount of grunts and groans. He pounded her ass like he'd never get a chance again, growling like depraved madman with every pump


“Yes...fuck it..fuck my ass...oooohhh FUCK give it to me...just like that...mmmm and don't you fucking stop until you cum...shoot all that nasty cum up my ass....ohhh yes, FUCK!”

With that kind of encouragement the man went faster as Anna began to squeeze her ass together, making his fuckhole for the night even tighter. She loved knowing what she was doing to him, pushing him closer and closer to the point where he'd have to fill her ass up with every last drop of that wonderful cum.

His arms wrapped around her lower waist, holding Anna tight as he made his last desperate series of thrusts ending in the final explosion both he and Ann utterly craved.

“Ung...ung uuhhhhhgggh,” he grunted. It was music to Anna's ears. With one last might thrust the man froze as he unloaded a tidal wave of jizz up her ass. And that first scalding bolt of pleasure set Anna off as well, her asshole squeezing even tight on his cock as she moaned and groaned in pleasure.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” she cried. “OH MY GOD YES! EVERY DROP EVERY FUCKING DROP!!!”

As Anna's body convulsed and shook as the man released the last of his cum in her ass. He had no more to give, her ass made sure of that. All he had left as a satisfied sigh and a slap on the ass to Anna before he pulled out.

Anna was breathing deeply, a smiled on her face. “Have a good time?” she asked, gulping for air. He grunted in affirmative. “Great! So did I. Now how about you get out of here and let me clean up, hmm?”

The man got the hint. They always did. IN a few minutes Anna was alone and her grin got even bigger. She turned around and pressed her well fucked ass against the window before sliding down, cum still trickling out of it when she hit the carpeted floor.

“It's good to give back,” she said to herself, smiling.

 
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