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So, i had an idea for another compilation series, an anthology. The concept is simple. One offs, pairing the girl of your choice with the song of your choice. The name of the song is the title of your story. The song MUST be in some way connected to the celeb or the theme of the song is tied into the theme of the story. No cheating in that regard. If the celeb you choose is a singer, try to avoid using one of their songs.
If you have an idea for a story using a celeb someone else has already used for a story, please do it. However, do not double up on songs. I think it'd be fun to see how many different songs one celeb can have attached to them and see why via the story.
Other than that, have fun. And to start us all off:
All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Jukebox Collection: Firehouse
Starring Madelaine Petsch
(MF, Oral, Cons, Exhibition)
By MaxwellLord
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The song: Firehouse by KISS
“I can't believe I'm actually doing this,” Madelaine thought to herself. There she was, sipping on a whiskey Old-Fashioned and trying to loosen up, steel herself for something she wanted to do but also made the butterflies in her stomach slamdance.
It all began so innocently. It was on set, during a small little celebration over her best friend, Vanessa Morgan's, engagement. The entire cast new about it as it happened over the break from the show and had been announced over instagram, but this was really the first time she'd gotten to congratulate and celebrate with her in person.
And for an on set shindig, the celebration was great. Everyone was having fun, or as much fun as they could on a backlot. Madelaine was too...but something was on her mind. Something she felt guilty about on a couple different levels. One of those levels being she thought she was bringing the celebratory mood down.
Madelaine headed over to Vanessa who was talking with their co-stars, Camila Mendes and Lili Reinhart. “Hey, congrats again but I think I'm going to head to my trailer and lay down down for a bit,” she said. “Big time headache.”
“Okay Mads,” Vanessa said with a smile. “Feel better. Don't want you sick for the real celebration next weekend.”
“Sure thing.” answered Madelaine. The redhead then began to walk away and Vanessa resumed speaking with Lili, neither of whom noticed the slightest thing odd with what Madelaine had just said. Camila however, did.
The moment Madelaine was back in her trailer, laying down and looking up at the ceiling, there was a knock at the trailer door.
“Who is it?' she asked.
“Camila.”
“I'm trying to work off a headache Cami.”
“Yeah sure.” she replied, not a hint of belief in her voice. “Let me in.”
With her ruse seen through, Madelaine complied with Cami's request. The brunette walked in, taking a seat on the couch, waiting for Madelaine to join her. “Well, come on,” said Cami. Madelaine sighed and sat next to Cami. “So...what's actually wrong?”
“What do you mean? I have a headache.”
“No you don't.” Camila said. “If you had a headache you'd have come here way sooner. And you wouldn't have even answered me if you did. So, I ask again, what's wrong? Vanessa getting hitched got you down or something?”
“What? No!” Madelaine said. “I mean, not really. I'm totally happy for her. And she's so happy that makes it so much better.”
“Okay...so what's the problem?”
“Look...it's just...I'm not ready for that.”
“Ooookay,” Camila said. And what does that have to do with Vanessa?”
“Nothing. And it shouldn't but...I love my man. I do. And I know he's the one. I feel it in my bones. But I'm not ready to get married. Vanessa and I are so close and around the same age and...”
“You're wondering if maybe you should follow suit, right?” asked Camila. “Because if you're best friend is getting hitched, obviously people think you should be next or something, right? Or you feel weird because you didn't get there first, making it a competition then feeling guilty about that or something.”
“Well, yeah actually.” Madelaine replied. “Pretty much that.”
“Okay Mads, first off, it's not a competition. It's your life. It's her life. There you go. No need to feel pressure or weird. Now...give me the last bit you're holding back.”
“What do you mean?”
“You've got one last thing, don't you” Cami asked. “Sure, what you said is part of it. But not all. Not enough for you to duck out like that or stress this much.”
“Well, look, if Vanessa said yes...then that means that, well, she;s content, right? She's done it all and to her, her guy is it. There's nothing else out there that's going to match. It's him and only him.”
“Okay, I'm kind of lost now.”
“Camila...I love Travis, I do. I really do. But...I'm twenty-four. Yes, I get to do what I love for a living. Yes, I have great fans and a man I'm crazy for, totally in love with. But I don't want to say “that's it” and put a ring on my finger, you know?”
“Ohhhh, I get it,” Camila said with a laugh. “You still want a little fun and think Vanessa's engagement ring puts a countdown on when you can get it, right?”
“Yes,” Madelaine nodded. “And how am I going to get that countdown even started without hurting Travis? I don't want to cheat on him but at the same time...I want to have a little bit something more before I settle down.”
“I think I have a solution,” Camila said. She stood up in front of a confused Madelaine. “Do me a favor, tell me your definition of cheating in a relationship.”
“Um, well, you sleep with someone who's not your partner.” answered Madelaine flatly. “What's yours?”
“Well, not quite that.” Camila smirked and leaned against the wall. “To me, cheating is emotional. It's not the act of sex with someone else, not really. What it is, what hurts, is if there's emotion involved. Like I can forgive a guy for just fucking another girl, a total stranger. But if it was just a kiss? That's more. A real, true kiss? That has some emotion behind it. He fucks a friend of his? Some lovelorn childhood crush bullshit? That hurts. But some rando who's name you won't remember? That's nothing. A footnote in your autobiography that even you're going to have trouble remembering.”
“So you're saying just fuck another guy, that simple.”
“Well when you put it like that Maddie it sounds crass.” That got a laugh out of Madelaine. “Look, I'm just saying if you have wild oats, get to sewing. You're only in your twenties once...indulge. Travis doesn't need to know. This is for you. So...let that inner vamp out. We all know you have it. We work with you. We see that fire in your eyes when the director says action. So let that Madelaine out to play. Just keep the Madelaine we all know and love in the back of your head as a chaperone. However you do it, just go out this weekend, alone. And have whatever kind of fun you want.”
“Yeah,” nodded Madelaine. “You're right. It's just fun. A one night stand. Not even that...more like one moment in time.”
“Exactly. Nothing but a dalliance.”
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And now Madelaine was in a bar just outside of Vancouver, just far enough away so that no cast or crew from her show would show and see her. She was flying solo, just waiting for someone to come in and spark her interest and get her ready to, as Camila said, indulge.
Sitting at the bar, Madelaine had already had several suitors approach her, none of them interesting her and a few flat out offending her. There was something a bit heartwarming and depressing about seeing the singles scene hadn't changed that much.
Madelaine took another sip from her drink, getting ready to commit to cutting her losses and leaving once her drink was finished. However, as luck tended to have it in these situations, that's when things changed.
She almost didn't notice him. When he sat down next to Madelaine at the bar, she barely registered him as anything but another smooth operator, just waiting to unleash a barrage of pick-ups line that ranged from the kind of cute to completely shitty and sleazy.
He ended up ordering the same thing as her, except he took a lemon slice in his as opposed to her orange slice with a cherry. Still, when his drink arrived he noticed and looked at her, nodding with a smile. “Good choice,” he said, giving he an oddly sincere smile to share over a whiskey drink.
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“Thanks.” replied Madelaine. She smiled a bit, not only at him but realizing how easy it was for him to get her attention. Not a pick up line, not even a stolen glance. He wasn't trying to nail the hot girl at the bar. That actually made him the smoothest operator at the bar. “Not going for it straight up?”
“Oh no, not tonight,” he said. “Not that kind of night. Tonight, for me at least is more of a relax and take in the sights kind of night.”
“How are those sights?” Madelaine leadingly asked, sipping from her drink.
“Well, there are some noticeable improvements since the last time I was through here,” he said. “I travel a lot for work, mainly drive. I know the area fairly well. Always nice to see the changes and improvements.”
“Any improvements to the bar you'd like to share? This is my first time here, so this is my first look at the place.”
“Honestly, not much.” he replied. “Same old bar, just a lot of new faces.”
“And those new faces?” she asked.
“Well, they're certainly a sight to see.” He smirked, she blushed just the slightest bit. “You want another one of those? On me. But not the first one. That was pre-flirt. First drink on me would be post flirt, hence eligble for being on me.”
“Oh, we're flirting now?” Madelaine asked with a wink.
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“Well, if we're not you still get the drink. It' be kind of a dick move to offer ti then just take it away because you're not down with the flirting.”
“No, I'm fine with the flirting. And the free drink.” She took the cherry out of of her drink and bit it off the stem. “So..let's continue with both.”
With that confirmation, he went full steam ahead. He finally gave her his name, Sam. He was a graphic artist and a lot of his best clients preferred face to face meetings as opposed to Skype conference calls. And none of his business took him by Vancouver. This made Madelaine happy, happy enough to give him her name. It was weird, if she was single he'd be a catch. But that's not what the night was about, not at all.
“You have a motel room or something?” Madelaine asked. The second whiskey old fashioned had loosened her up, just a bit. She wasn't drunk by a long shot. Not even close to buzzed. Just a bit...freer. No nerves, and the butterflies had flown away.
“No.” he replied. “Just my car. I tend to just stop at as a rest stop and get a few hours rest if I have to pull an all nighter.”
“So...nowhere for us t be alone for little bit?”
“Well, I have my car,” he said. Madelaine's ruby red lips parted in a grin. She held her hand out for him to take.
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“Lead the way.”
Sam paid for the drinks and took Madelaine by the hand. He lead her out the bar and took Madelaine to his car parked at the side of the car. When she saw it, she had to admit there was a little additional spark. She wasn't remotely what anyone would call a car girl, but she knew what she liked, and Madelaine LOVED Mustangs, specifically black ones. And this one, with its two red stripes down the center of the hood made the whole night seem like destiny.
They walked around the side of the car, lit only by a flickering street light and the neon lights of the bar signs. Red, orange and blue from the fire-shaped sign flickering in patterns on her pale skin. Something about that moment in particular caused Sam to make the first move on the path of lust they were both just about to take.
He leaned forward, kissing those full lips. Madelaine's hands went to his face, holding him gently while she continued the gesture. She moaned into his mouth as his hands went to her ass. She could almost feel the happy surprise like electricity in their lips when he held her amazing ass for the first time. She didn't like to brag but Madelaine knew she had a simply fantastic ass and got a thrill when ever it was appreciated.
Sam gripped that out of this world butt of hers and picked Madelaine up, placing her on the hood of the car. The kiss broke and their eyes locked, doing more talking than any mouth would ever be capable of. And even with such amazing commuication, Madelaine was a little bit surprised, happily so, when Sam went to his knees.
He ran his hands over her smooth legs, almost worshiping her from ankle to calls, lightly caressing the skin before kissing it. It all brought a smile to Madelaine's face. She was glued to this very interactive show. She licked her lips in anticipation as his hands moved up to her creamy thighs, the pink of her tongue snaking across the red of her lips.
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Madelaine lifted her ass up of the hood just slightly as he began to hike up her skirt. From there Sam grabbed the hem of her black lace underwear, peeling them off and laying them no the hood of the car. With that sexy little barrier removed, his sensual exploratin of Madelaine's body continued, kisses planted and his tongue licking a trail, taking his time with her legs. He'd genuinely never, ever seen a pair as perfect as hers. So tone, sculpted smooth. And long. He'd say she was all legs if it wasn't for the curves she sported and her intensly gorgeous face.
Sam couldn't help but lick his lips when he got to Madelaine's pussy, her slit glistening, ready for him. He reached his fingers forward, brushing against the red patch of hair of her pussy before gently dancing his fingers over her labia.
“Ooooh yeah,” she moaned. Madelaine leaned back on her arms, that flaming red hair dangling back, almost touching the surface of the car hood. The red, orange and blue from the bar's sign flickered on her face like a flame as the heat of the moment flared up.
Sam parted her labia with his fingers and brought his tongue to her clit. She cooed in delight as his tongue began to gently licked and caress her clit. He was slow and tender, with his movements, buy deliberate. There was not a caress of that deft tongue that wasn't hitting exactly where it meant to hit. He knew how and where to make his fingers dance to compliment the tongue. Sam was savoring every moment he had with Madelaine while making each second different from the last. The heat was going up for sure,
Madelaine's breaths became shallow as Sam worked her over. The sweet and tender caressing of his fingers and tongue, interrupted ever so rarely by the softest of nibbles on her thigh before his mouth returned to her pussy. She hissed, she moaned. It was everything she was hoping for, everything she didn't even know she so desperately needed.
“Mmm....ohhhh Sam...Sam...I...oh...I need...”
“What do you need?” he asked, planting a kissing her thigh. “Tell me.”
“I-in me,” she gasped. “I want you inside me...”
Sam kissed her thigh again and stood up. Madelaine sat up as well. Their gazes locked on each other again as he dropped his pans to his ankles. But before Sam's hard cock entered her, he reached forward, unbuttoning Madelaine's top, letting the sultry red head slide it off on the car hood. Madelaine took it from their, unhooking her bra and letting her magnificent tits free.
Sam actually had to pause for a minute. Madelaine had, to put it bluntly, perfect tits. To his standards at least. Round, supple, the pink nipples sized perfectly on those pale globes of flesh. He couldn't resist them, not even in the slightest.
Not that Madelaine minded. Far from it. She loved it. The moment his face was buried in her bosom, it was a new treat. She loved how he was worshiping her tits just as he had her pussy when his head was between her legs. More sweet and tender kisses from his lips and licking caresses from his tongue. And his hans of course course got their moment as well, holding,massaging, squeezing her breasts. In every ways he could feel those tits, he was. The best part of it all being Sam knew it was only going to get better, better for them both.
He pulled Madelaine close him, her legs locking at the ankle around his waist The moment was wordless. There was no need for them at all when they both desperately craved the same thing so badly. Sam reached forward, caressing her face. He had one last thing to ask her, he needed to hear her say it, even if he was confident of the answer. It was going to be music to his ears.
“You want to keep going?” he asked. “You give the word, this is as far as we go.”
“Then the only word you're getting is go,”she said smirking. “I want it...so..do it. Fuck me Sam. Right here. Mmm yessss...”
With the redhead giving him the green light, Sam went forward, entering the heavenly cavern that was Madelaine's pussy. And once he was inside, he realized heavenly was underselling it.
“Holy shit,” he said upon entering her. He entered slowly, savoring every single feeling, letting it get etched in his mind, never to be forgotten. This was already the most memorable one night stand of his life. He'd been with beautiful women before. Downright knock outs. Madelaine though, there was something special here. A school boy crushed mixed in with the ultimate sex fantasy. The sweetest dirty thoughts that could be imagined.
“Oh that feels so damn good,” sneered Madelaine. Her eyes were still fixed on him, watching with a smile as he slowly worked in and out of her pussy. He was hitting all the right spots, working his hips with almost every thrust, aching to feel every inch of her. His lust for Madelaine turning up her own craving for him.
Sam began to pick up the pace, going a bit faster. Madelaine once more leaned back, her tits presented forward as she let him have the run of her body. She wasn't going to be the only one indulging.
Sam took this opportunity gladly, once again burying his face in her breasts while his fucked her, the globes jiggling a bit in his face with every pump inside of her. Her hushed moans, her quick breaths added to the oddly erotic soundtrack of their rendezvous. The sound of the insects buzzing at the night, the humming of the neon signs and cars passing in the distance with Madelaine's passion being at the forefront.
“Mmmm don't stop...oh fuck Sam don't stop...oh my goooood....” she whined, desperately trying to keep her voice under control. They may have been off to the side of the bar but they weren't 100% in private. Sam's utter worship of her wasn't helping though. His outh lovingly kissing and licking her tits, his hands caressing her legs and his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy out in the air of a summer night. There was a light sheen of sweat on her body, being cooled along with Sam's saliva by an utterly delicious breeze.
He wrapped one arm around her back and pulled Madelaine up to his face, kissing her and resting his forehead against hers. “Madelaine,” he grunted. “I...oh fuck...I want...”
“Yes...” she said. “Tell me...tell me what you want...we'll do it baby...mmmm...”
“I...I want to bend you over the car...I want to...mmm take you like that...oh fuck this is perfect too...I just..”
“You got it...” she said with a grin. “Mmm that what you want...bend me over like a little bar room trollop and take me on your sexy car...”
“Y-you're..mmm not a trollop...”
“It's okay,” she said, giving him a light peck. ”You're sweet...mmmfuck...but you picked me up in the bar and we're fucking on your..unnnnn car hood...I think right now a fit the bill.”
“Well, you the most beautiful trollop I've ever seen then.” He kissed her deep before he pulled out of her. Madelaine gave him a smile full of heart and lust as he grabbed her ass and slid her off the carhood and on to her feet only to spin her around and gently press her down against the black metal of the hood.
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Once she was in position, Madelaine looked over her shoulder, flipping her fiery locks over her shoulder. “Do it,” she said, her sweet voice oozy with a throaty sexuality. “Take me...I'm yours...mmm do it...fuck me...”
And he was going to...but first there was the little distraction that was Madelaine's ass. Much like her breasts, he couldn't think of a finer one he'd ever seen. Round, juicy, firm...he had to bury his face in that just as he had her breasts. He wasn't going to fuck her ass, that would be a step too far. Still, he wanted to experience it just a bit.
“Oooh....oh wow!” Madelaine said, a little surprised. She hadn't expected him to go for her ass like that. Utterly worshiping it as he had every other part of her body. She wasn't usually into this kind of thing,a guy just being that into her. She was far from neglected by her boyfriend but this was another level. It scratched an itch she didn't even no she had. Madelaine's goose pimples got goose pimples with every kiss and lick of her peachy ass cheeks and her eyes fluttered a bit when he began licking her asshole. It wasn't a huge amount of attention, but just enough to make her curious and give a her a new craving.
As much as it pained him, Sam pulled away from the heaven that was Madelaine's ass and stood up behind her and once more entered her beyond words cunt. He filled her to the hilt on that first re-entry, swiveling his hips slowly before pulling out, then going deep and doing it again.
“Oh god yes!” Madelaine said, a bit louder than she meant to. “Oh my...oh god keep going...faster Sam...oh my god don't stop...oh fuck...fuck!”
Sam began to build up his pace as she had pleaded, faster and faster at a steady pace. His eyes darted from her head, seeig her profile as Madelaine rolled her head back in pleasure and to her ass, watching it ripple with every thrust he made into her.
As the fire built inside the both, Madelaine slowly pushed herself up with her arms and her back arching, the lights from the bar; the oranges, red and blue visualizing that same fire they were both feeling on the pale skin of her back.
Sam reached forward, cupping her breast with one hand and gently pulling her closer to him. He kissed her shoulder and neck, smelling her perfume on her delicate skin and smelling her red locks. With his other hand he grabbed hers and moved it to her clit where they both began rubbing the aroused nub. Madelaine didn't need the extra stimulation. She was far closer to orgasm than she realized. That extra bit of attention though brought that realization crashing forward in a fireball of passion.
“OH MY GOD!” she yelled, any concern for being caught burned away. “Yes...oh make me cum...you're gonna make me cum...oh Sam...don't stop..don't...mmmmm yes...oh yes baby...yes ..gonna cum...gonna cum on your cock...oooooohhhh yessssss!”
Madelaine held back the cries of passion she wanted to scream out into the summer night, her pale face flushed pink as a very strong orgasm rocked her like a meteor striking the planet. Pleasure wiped away everything else in her mind, finally letting that bottled up cry of passion out to echo throughout the night.
She almost lost all strength to hold herself up, ready to fall forward on the hood of that car before she was caught by Sam's arms. He held her tight to his chest, still thrusting into her, giving her orgasm a brief extension.
Sam's lips were close to Madelaine's ear, his grunt and gasps bringing a smile to her pleasure drunk face. Just from the tone of those desperate noises, Madelaine knew he was close to his own end as well. And one last bit of indulgence entered her brain.
“You gonna cum?” she asked. “Baby? You getting ready to cum?”
“Yes...oh fuck Madelaine yes....”
“Mmm then I have...oooh fuck..one last request...I want to taste you...swallow you...mmm please baby let me have that...”
“Uh huh,” he desperately grunted. That was it for Sam. He pulled out of paradise and Madelaine turned around, giving him a simply smoldering look before squatting down and taking him into her mouth, getting a little rush tasting her own orgasm on his cock.
The blowjob was quick, but in that time absolutely amazing. She lovingly sucked him, her hands teasing and playing with his balls. “Ohhh cumming!” he cried out, giving Madelaine a quick warning before he filled her mouth with cum. And it was a lot. She swallowed what she could, but some of that precious liquid leaked out.
Finally though, the well ran dry, the last stream dribbling out of his wilting cock right on her pink tongue. In a daze Sam looked down at Madelaine, her red lipstick faded, a small white trail of his cum clashing against the smudged red lipstick and dripping down onto her tits, some even on those delectable pink nipples.
“I..uuh fuck..I have some napkins in the car,” he said. He was going for it when Madelaine stopped him.
“Thanks, but no need,” she said. He watched with a lusting grin as she cleaned herself off, sucking the remnants of Sam's cum from her fingers. With that done, she got to her feet and the two got redressed.
Sam struggled to find the words for what just happened. He couldn't really think of anything. Madelaine took care of that as well, giving him the sweetest, kindest kiss he'd ever had. “Thank you for that,” she said. “Really. I know it sounds weird, and it probably is a little. But...I needed that. And you...you were perfect.” She smiled a sweet smile, blushing a little.
“Oh no problem, he said,” laughing a bit. “Oh wow that sounded weird.”
“Yeah,” Madelaine laughed back. “But it's okay. You're still a sweetie.”
“Um..you need a ride somewhere?”
“No, I have my car out front,” she said. “Thanks though. Seriously. Thanks. Have a safe drive home.”
“You too.”
The two had said their goodbyes and Madelaine headed to her car. She got in the front seat and rested her head back, a big smile on her face. What a night it had been. It was exactly what she needed. No guilt either. She didn't exchange numbers with Sam. She'd never see him again. But she was never going to forget it.
She looked up at the bar and smiled. She'd probably never come back, but the Firehouse was always going to have a special place in her mind.
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Really enjoyed this story. I loved the scene with the car and all the dirty talking, especially the ending. The mention of a napkin was a good little detail. That Mustang is indeed a sexy car with her atop of the hood. ;)
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Nice idea for a series and a great first chapter. And as a fan of the redheads, I’d like to thank you for introducing me to this auburn beauty! As it happens I’m working on a story right now that would fit this series quite nicely!
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The Jukebox Collection: Hitchin' a Ride
Starring: Kiernan Shipka (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kiernan+Shipka+2019+MTV+Movie+TV+Awards+Arrivals+_7q2rbNt8n4l.jpg)
The song: Green Day- Hitchin' a Ride
American Airlines flight 292 from LAX to JFK had barely left California airspace when the announcement was made. The pilot kept it nice and vague. Engine trouble. The flight would be making an emergency landing at Phoenix International. Kiernan Shipka had long wondered what the reaction to such an announcement might be. She thought it would be just like in the movies. People punching out desperate text messages to loved ones, scribbling their last will and testament on an unused puke bag. She half expected someone to leap up from their seat screaming ‘we’re all going to die!’ and a chorus of eardrum-piercing shrieks to carry through the cabin in response. Well, she was wrong. There were tuts. Tuts and a few groans. That was about it.
Kiernan and her fellow passengers waited for hours in the arrival lounge at PHX’s Terminal 4 until finally, a little after midnight, they learned of their fate. The connecting flight to JFK would take off at 8AM...the following day. 30 hours later. There was a run through of excuses. Lack of jets, busy runways. The usual stuff. Please accept our sincerest apologies. More tuts. More groans. A lot of what the fuck are we gonna do now’s. Kiernan suspected that, to some, a nose dive into the Rocky Mountains would have actually been preferable.
Once the crowds had dispersed, Kiernan approached the nearest desk and got the lowdown from the poor airport employee who had been left to face the firing squad. She informed the actress of her alternative options amid a slew of I’m afraid’s and I’m sorry, ma’am’s. The next Greyhound left at 7AM, the next train at 8. Kiernan didn’t want to go all ‘celebrity’ on this poor woman (she’d never once uttered the phrase ‘don’t you know who I am?!’ and wasn’t about to start now), but if she should recognise her from her TV or film work and squeeze her onto an earlier flight as a result, the young starlet certainly wouldn’t object. But it wasn’t to be. All the intervening flights were fully booked, but there were a number of nice hotels in the area. So on and so forth.
Several hours of Internet research and countless phone calls later, Kiernan booked herself on the 17.00 from DEN to JFK. Now all she had to do was get to Denver in under 12 hours for check in. With the buses and trains not leaving until sunup, and the nearby Hertz booth closed until morning, she saw no other option. Kiernan Shipka was going to hitchhike.
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Kiernan wheeled her small designer suitcase along the side of the floodlit Arizona highway, thrusting up a manicured thumb at any and every vehicle that passed. At this time of night it was almost exclusively trucks, and though she realised the chances of her becoming an entry on the Wikipedia page of the Phoenix Strangler were nearly sky high, the blonde starlet threw caution to the wind.
The first few went on by; some offering a sound of their loud, droning horns as they sped past. But Kiernan was nothing if not persistent, and she kept at it, thumbing at ever passing truck, no matter how large and imposing it appeared, until, finally, one pulled up beside her. The passenger door opened to reveal the hopefully non murderous man perched in the driver's seat. The actress was still unsure of his status as a serial killer, but as a truck driver he certainly fit the bill. Thick brown moustache. Mesh hat. Ankle high leather boots. Flannel shirt tucked into a pair of stone washed Levis. The whole nine yards. Kiernan wasn’t one to stereotype, but if there was such a thing as a cliche of a truck driver, this guy was definitely it.
“Where you headed to, missy?” he asked in his predictably gruff voice.
“Denver,” Kiernan replied.
“Well then, little lady,” the trucker grinned, “this looks like your lucky night. Hop on in.”
Kiernan set her suitcase down on the floor in the centre of the cab and climbed inside. She fastened her safe belt, closed the door and the truck pulled away.
“So you’re going to Denver, too?” asked Kiernan.
“Actually, no,” the trucker replied. Kiernan’s heart skipped a beat. She’d seen plenty of horror movies in her time, and that line was never a good one. “Kansas City. But I’m sure I could take a detour for a pretty little thing like you.”
That soothed her nerves a touch. Hell, she even blushed slightly. Though it did sound remarkably like something a serial killer might say. But, co-ed strangler or not, the trucker certainly wasn’t wrong in his description. In fact, Kiernan looked simply incredible in her thin summer dress; the hem of which barely extended past the peachy, round spheres of her ass, her stiff, teenage nipples poking through the thin fabric like they were plotting an escape. Her shiny golden hair blew gracefully across her pretty face as the truck sped down the open freeway.
“Thanks. I’m Kiernan, by the way,” she said, offering the trucker her hand.
“Hank,” he replied, keeping one hand on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road as he shook her dainty paw.
Kiernan did her best to stifle a grin. Hank. Of course.
“So what’s in Denver?” asked Hank, returning his hand to the wheel.
“Legal weed, school shooters and a whole bunch of mountains?” Kiernan quipped. “And an airport.”
“So, you’re flyin’? Where you flyin’ to? If you don’t mind my askin’.”
“New York. I’ve got a friend at NYU. I’m going to spend the weekend with her.”
“Sounds fun. God, I miss bein’ young,” Hank sighed. “Enjoy your youth while you got it, sweetheart, ‘cause it goes by like that.” He clicked his fingers.
Kiernan couldn’t pinpoint Hank’s exact age, but she figured he must have been twice her age and then some. But, old enough to be her dad or not, he was a handsome guy, even with that greying broomhead clinging to his upper lip. He had slightly overgrown thick brown hair and deep chestnut eyes, his chiseled facial features marked by a week’s worth of salt and pepper beard stubble. Kiernan had always had something of a thing for older men; an infatuation that had begun with a crush on her onscreen father, Jon Hamm, and gained steam from there. Daddy issues, a shrink might have said.
“You at college yourself, Kiernan?” Hank asked.
“No,” she replied. “Actually, I’m an actress.”
“Well, how ‘bout that? Would I have seen you in anythin’? Barin’ in mind that if it ain’t on in the middle of the day and accessible on a motel TV then it probably passed me by.”
Kiernan laughed. “Probably not then. So, are you married, Hank?” She couldn’t see a ring on his finger but if his trucker’s stereotype extended to the realm of fidelity then that probably didn’t mean a lot.
“I was,” he replied. “Few years back.”
“What happened? If you don’t mind my askin’,” she grinned, imitating his gruff voice as best she could.
Hank laughed. “Cute.” Serial killer probability: 10% and dropping. “Word of advice, little lady. Doubt you’ll get a lot from it yourself, but maybe you can pass it on sometime. Don’t spend days on end away from home if your younger brother’s lodgin’ with you. And definitely don’t give your wife another shot if she ensures you it won’t happen again. It will.”
“Oh, Hank,” said Kiernan, touching his arm and feeling the strong bicep pulsing under his checkered sleeve, “that’s horrible.”
“Sure is, honey. Sure is.”
“Well, it’s her loss. She was a fool to do that to you.” She smiled. “Oh, by the way, what do I owe you for this ride?”
She slipped her purse from her designer clutch bag and opened it. It was empty. So empty, in fact, Kiernan half expected to see a moth flutter out when she popped it open.
“Ah…” she said, remembering that she’d spent the last of her cash on food at the airport.
“Heh,” Hank chuckled. “Well I’d tell you to put your money away, but…”
“Shh!” Kiernan replied with a grin.
“I thought you Hollywood types were s’posed to be rich. But, seriously, company of a pretty girl like you’s all the payment I need.”
“Aww, well, ain’t you sweet?” said Keirnan. “But there must be something I can do for you. Maybe I could...” she went on, placing a hand on his knee and running it slowly up his thigh, “work the gear shift.” Her soft fingers roamed over the outline of his cock as it grew and stiffened in his pants. “Looks like you use some help with that. It feels a little stiff.”
A loud gulp escaped Hank’s dry throat; the middle aged man powerless to resist as the 19 year old actress felt him up through his jeans.
“Come on, Hanky,” Kiernan purred. “Let me take your mind off that bitch ex-wife of yours.”
She unbuckled his faded leather belt and unbuttoned his jeans and boxers; the teenage starlet reaching in and gripping his cock around the base. She pulled it free; her light brown eyes bulging as the cock emerged from his pants like a snake from a basket. It was simply huge; 10 inches long with girth to match, the thick, veiny shaft stretching down to where a thick bush of pubes plumed at the base. Ungroomed, natural. How a man was supposed to be. Not like those back, sack and crack-ed douchebags back in LA.
“Oh my goodness!” Kiernan exclaimed, Hank’s girthy dong clasped in her dainty hand. “I can’t believe your wife was willing to give this thing up!”
“Well, if you’re always on the road,” Hank replied, an audible strain evident in his voice as Kiernan started to stroke his wang, “it doesn’t really matter how big your cock is.”
“Pfft!” Kiernan razzed. “If my man had a dick like this I’d never let him out of my sight!”
And with that she plunged down at his crotch, Hank’s eyes popping nearly clean from his skull as she wrapped her rosy red lips around his junk. Kiernan bobbed her head; her glossy blonde hair rising and falling at a frankly alarming rate as she sucked him off. Her lips roamed up and down his veiny shaft like a glass elevator; the plump red pair venturing further down his prong with each pass she took.
“Oh, fuck! Kiernan, girl, you gotta stop that,” Hank protested. I’m...oh, Jesus!”
Kiernan came up for air, stroking Hank’s wang with her hand as she argued her case.
“Oh, come on, Hank,” she grinned. “I know what you truckers are like with your hookers! You must have gotten your dick sucked on the freeway before.”
“Yeah, but never like this. I’m gonna plow us straight into traffic if you keep sucking like that.”
“Well then you’ll just have to be extra careful, won’t ya?” said Kiernan, kissing Hank on his stubbly cheek before getting back to work.
She dipped back down to his crotch once more; the teenage actress sucking even harder and more ferociously than before as she returned his dick between her lips. Hank could scarcely believe what she was seeing; this petite, little blonde, so sweet and innocent looking she seemed like she’d never seen a penis in her life, was working his wang like a seasoned pro. She sucked and slurped, drooled and slobbered, her soft red lips leaving behind thick trails of spittle as she ate his dong for dinner.
Hank clung to the steering wheel for dear life; the handsome trucker damn near pulling it straight from its socket as he was sucked six ways from Sunday by the randy starlet. Indeed, Kiernan was going at his girthy prong like her life depended on it; the actress displaying an oral prowess that Hank’s ex-wife, who had been giving head longer than this blonde beauty had been alive, could only dream of. She sucked down his dick with considerable aplomb; the teen starlet feeding inch after inch of his lengthy rod into her pretty mouth like an expert sword swallower. Before long, the entire thing had vanished; Kiernan’s cute little nose nestling in Hank’s pubic batch as she sucked his dick down to the hilt.
“Oh, FUCK!!” Hank exclaimed, pulling desperately at the steering wheel as his rig began to drift into the next lane, a passing truck honking furiously as it sped past.
But, even in spite of this near miss, Kiernan continued to show her opposite number little mercy. Indeed, the young actress was bobbing and dipping at his crotch like there was no tomorrow as she sucked his girthy wang. By now, Hank was veering every which way across the thankfully almost deserted highway as Kiernan went at this lengthy prong; the gorgeous teen working her strawberry-red lips from the head to the base with each pass she took.
And she didn’t stop there. In fact, Kiernan reeled off damn near every trick in the blowjob handbook as she worked him over; the blonde starlet pulling off tricks and techniques no girl her age had business knowing, much less putting to use on a dick so long and girthy. She tongued at his dickhole, encircled his head, slapped his crown against her tongue and lapped at his shaft; the fair-haired beauty performing each and every one of the impressive tricks with the skill and expertise of an experienced pornstar.
By this stage, Hank was driving as slowly as he could manage; his truck going at a pace that would give a hearse in a funeral procession a run for its money. Overtaking drivers honked angrily at him; flipping him the bird and hurling barely audible abuse at him as they passed, but it didn’t bother him. In fact, he didn’t think there were any words in the English language slung his way that could have distracted him from the A-list teen and her world class suckjob.
By now, his dick was twitching uncontrollably in Kiernan’s mouth; the oversized dong throbbing like an athlete’s ticker as she worked him over. Hank was clinging to his load by a thread; his balls churning with a thick wad of creamy hot spunk that threatened to let loose with every pass of her skilled, wet maw. He held off until he could no longer; every motion of her slick, drooling mouth up and down his pole making him tremble like a leaf in the driver’s seat of his truck.
“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna blow!” he blurted out, his words met a muffled groan of excitement from his teenage counterpart as she sucked harder and more greedily than ever before in anticipation of his load.
“UUUGGGHHH!!! FUUUCCCKKK!!!” Hank bellowed as his dick went off like a rocket; the middle-aged man blasting a torrent of gloopy, piping hot seed straight down Kiernan’s throat as she drained his balls with her mouth.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” Hank panted as Kiernan retrieved his dick from her mouth.
“Did you like that, Hanky?” she asked, the teenage starlet wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she returned to her upright position.
“Fuck, Kiernan!” he exclaimed. “That was incredible!”
She wrapped her arms around his muscular bicep and rested her head on his shoulder as Hank finally put the pedal to the metal and sped down the Arizona freeway.
“Well let me know if you want another one, baby,” she said, kissing the older man on the cheek. “It’s a long way to Colorado!”
END
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Two fantastic stories to start! Looking forward to adding a story of my own!
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More fantastic work and great song choice from a different decade. I can't wait to do mine with an old 60's classic rock tune.
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“This is absolutely the best wine...”
Anne swirled it gently and then breathed it in deeply.
“1959. Chambertin Leroy,” she smiled, her cell phone going off for a photo. She peeked up towards the stairs to their bathroom and shouted.
“Lover! Are you coming down to celebrate or what!”
“We need to talk,” Eva said, moving with purpose down the hall way.
The grin was instant and Anne laid eyes on the perfect woman. To this day, she couldn't believe she landed such a goddess. At the top of the stairs was the best thing to ever happen to her. The black silk robe came open to reveal everything that she loved and her eyes nearly popped from her skull.
“Oh, are you fucking kidding m--”
Anne screamed with delight.
Six months earlier...
“Thank you so much for helping out.”
Evangeline stepped up close to her and pressed her lips into her sweaty neck. The pair had been cleaning the attic of Anne's late grand mother for the past two days and this picker's wet dream was the last spot to clear out. The embrace was short lived and Evangeline moved over to a dusty chest with a broken padlock.
“It's no problem, babe,” she said, distracted. “What is in here?”
Anne gave half a head turn and glanced briefly before stuffing some old papers into a box.
“I remember that from my childhood. She never let me in there.”
Evangeline knocked the old rusty lock away and pushed open the creaking lid. She didn't dare rummage in case it was a spider's home and carefully peeked into a couple of books.
“These look...old. Very old,” she said quietly.
Anne laughed. “Everything in this place is old. The house was built in the 1800's.”
“Yeah, but...” Evangeline stopped.
“But what?”
She held one of the bigger books up and shook the dust off.
“Your grandma was hoarding the fucking Necronomicon,” Evangeline laughed.
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Anne turned and started to feel a bit uneasy.
“That is actually very creepy,” she said quickly. “Absolutely not. Don't even open it.”
Evangeline gave her a devilish grin and split the middle of the old parchment with a finger nail. “Ba..ba..doooook...”
“Shut up, you ass!” Anne smiled playfully, throwing a towel at her.
The fitness queen of the couple dodged with utmost grace and sidestepped to the table where she dropped the book open.
“Oh my god, Eva. You just can't resist. Now we're going to die,” Anne joked.
They both peered onto the text. It was...uneventful? Clean but worn pages and a generic font.
“This is actually pretty boring,” Eva shrugged. “Where's the devil symbols and pictures of big daddy Satan?”
Anne tilted her head in agreement and looked it over. “Well, it's in English. Kinda.”
“On your wing carry me over the abyss, beyond the reason and across the burning seas.”
Eva read through, slightly skimming it.
“Circle round and round my black eagle. Let our senses be touched by ultimate pleasure.”
Anne giggled. “I like the sound of that.” She clapped her girlfriend's cheek with a swift hand and took a hold immediately after.
Eva jumped and gave her an evil eye before diving back into the bewildering words.
“Spirit of freedom. Eternal wanderer. Joyful solitude.”
Both of them looked on.
“Higher and higher towards the stars of awareness. Let worlds of imagination and fact become one...”
The two women pulled their heads up as Eva finished the passage...
“Where I am you...and you are me...”
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Both of them stood quietly with gentle breaths moving back and forth across their cheeks. A flash as bright as the Sun made Anne see nothing but red for no more than half a second before a dangerously close lightning strike hit a transformer. Both of them screamed with a fast embrace before Anne pushed off.
“Mother fucker!” she shouted.
“Phew. That was intense,” Eva chuckled. She held up her phone. “Thunderstorms, babe, not the devil.”
Anne shook her hand at her in anger and went to step out of the room.
“No. You know better than to scare me li—no, you're just mean,” she huffed.
Eva stifled her laughs and went to chase her down the steps. Drumming quickly, she ran into Anne while coming around a corner.
“Oh, what the shit?” she gasped.
Anne slapped her on the thigh hurriedly.
“Back up. Back up.”
“What the fuck is that!” Eva mouthed, quickly moving down the hall.
The bright red ball of...something floated towards them. Neither of them could comprehend what it was. It illuminated the entire room and started to gain speed.
“Car! Car!” Anne shouted. “I told you not to open the stupid fucking book!”
Both women were in fantastic physical shape and even though they cleared couches, chairs and made quick work of her grand mother's house to get outside, it started to feel futile as they turned around to find it quickly gaining on them. The surrounding area had turned into a bloody shade as the Sun seemed to be blacked out, further encapsulating just how sinister this whole incident had become. Anne glanced back and tripped face first right into leaves and dirt. With quick thinking, she lobbed the keys to Eva and before her girlfriend was able to open the car door, Anne was kicking and screaming into the opposite direction. In a flash, the door slammed and everything turned back to normal with an eerie silence washing over the area.
“Babe?” Eva said softly, her breathing ragged.
The dry, crunchy leaves were still. The trees were unbelievably quiet and the animals were no where to be heard. Eva looked around, but wasn't sure what to. She knew she couldn't leave Anne here, but her phone was in the house and she wanted to get help. The front door squealed open and she flinched, not prepared for anything. She sighed in relief to see Anne's face come around.
“Babe! Hurry before it comes back!” Eva shouted.
Anne appeared clean with impeccable jet black hair in perfect place. Smokey eyes rained down across Eva and she smiled with a fresh pair of pouting red lips. Eva was dazed and confused. She gazed onto the stylish navy blue dress that started around her neck with one line of fabric seamlessly woven into a halter that hugged her frame all the way down to a long golden zipper that opened at the top of her thigh. Eva knew her woman's body and she was never this fit. Her body was lean and sculpted with visible muscles. The thick leg went down into black straps that ended with a high stiletto heel. This was very wrong. Anne crushed the dead leaves beneath her step and headed towards Eva.
“Tell me you're okay!” she hollered with a desperate, shaky voice.
Anne found her trembling face and pressed her full lips into Eva's and they both sighed into each other with a resounding groan. Everything was a blur and Anne pulled away.
“I'm so fucking horny,” she revealed.
“Horny?” Eva shuddered.
Anne stretched out her shredded arms and rolled her neck back and forth.
“Oh, I fucking need you to shut up for once,” Anne grumbled and snatched her by the head.
Eva flinched and didn't protest. “What do you want me to do?”
Anne quickly bent down and pulled the zipper all the way to the top. “Get down on your knees, baby. I'm burning up,” she moaned with a sincere glow of truth in her eyes.
“Okay, okay,” Eva dropped, her jeans pressing into the dirt. “Now what?”
A groaning Anne pulled the swinging dress away and Eva fell back against the car door with a loud gasp. The brain wasn't able to compile the data fast enough and before she knew it, her lips were slick with a coating of fluid that leaked from the bulbous crown of Anne's behemoth shaft. Veins moved freely with rampant flow and she felt the heat as Anne pressed the bulk of it into her cheek and pushed until her heavy, bloated sack rubbed into Eva's lips. Eva herself was on the verge of mental overload and simply accepted a fourteen inch demon cock towering above her head.
“What now?” Eva mumbled on Anne's boiling balls.
“It's inside of me,” Anne stuttered her words. “I'm so horny. We have to get it out of me!” she sighed, her head dropping back.
“Okay, baby, I'm here. We got this,” Eva reminded her, taking the raging beast with both hands. It was alive between her finger tips and scared the ever living fuck out of her, but for Anne, she would do anything. ...Even if it meant sucking demon dick.
The fat head had a mind of its own and gladly slithered between Eva's soft pink mouth. The merge of hot saliva and cock made it twitch into the roof of her mouth rapidly until she sealed around it, her jaw stretched to its breaking point. Anne shuddered top to bottom, hair standing up on her arms and held Eva's head against the car door with otherworldly strength. She watched her gigantically wide slab move inward and she fed her girlfriend demonic inch after demonic inch until the slobber splurted from the corners of her mouth. It was enough and Anne dove into Eva's tonsils with a gurgling, throaty gulp for an extra long deep dive into the heart of her woman. She slapped her swollen grapefruits into the bulging neck line and held her hips on her reddening cheeks.
Eva undoubtedly struggled and shook violently, feeling the beast throbbing chaotically against her rapidly beating heart. The sunshine started to come and go as Anne started bouncing her stomach off and on her wet forehead. She gagged and heaved inward, but nothing came except copious blasts of hot spit all over her chest and a coating for Anne's humongous balls that splashed into her distended throat. Up top, Anne was moaning and groaning, desperate for release. All she could do was throw her waist and Eva's willing face, furiously fucking her into the car with thuds.
“I can't believe,” she laughed, “that you're sucking my huge cock.” Anne pumped hard and glanced down to chuckle right into Eva's face. “You're sucking my big evil dick,” she grinned. “Oh, suck it,” she lifted up with an arch. With tits pressed between her arms, she grit her teeth and grumbled as she pounded Eva's beautiful face. “You always have your way with me and now it's my turn,” she laughed. “Mmph, suck my big beautiful dick, Evangeline...”
Anne's heels were up against Eva's thighs and her hands went across the top of the car. Buried as deep as she could go, she pummeled the continuous build up out of Eva's caved in cheeks out into the open with a puddle streaking down her slimy torso. Anne's ass was quickly captured by Eva's hands and she pressed off of the car in a violent arch.
“I'm gonna cum!”
Before Eva could acknowledge it, she felt a warm explosion and heard the shaft refilling through the inches before expanding her esophagus with a gigantic burst of spunk that rattled her core and splashed into her belly. It was immediate, sustained blasts. Anne's sloppy balls twitched and Eva's neck bulged with rapid fire demon batter that launched downwards by the pints. Anne let out a squeal and fell back with a gushy plop from the hot insides until she hit the ground out cold. Eva fell forward with a spew of evil cum lining the leaves, finally able to breathe.
“Bitch, this was a bad idea!” Eva hollered through coughs. “Anne! Wake up!” she demanded, shaking Anne's lifeless body. “What the fuck is happening!” she sighed.
The blood rush to Eva's groin came swift and she grabbed a hold of the baking bulge underneath her blue denim. It grew rapidly and she gasped at the hot twitching sliding across her thigh. She fell back and it started blasting buttons away from her jeans. The huge monster flopped out onto her sweaty abs and sputtered light goo between her slippery cleavage. Eva kept her full attention on it, but couldn't deny the power running through her body.
“Anne! Please wake up!” she shouted again, her throat sore and crackling.
Finally, she was starting to come to and scrambled to her feet in a panic.
“Jesus Christ!” she freaked. “What the fuck am I wearing?”
“Anne, go get the book!” Eva took hold of her new cock and pulled it towards her wet lips. “I'll keep it occupied.”
“You are so fucking naughty, but that is a great idea,” Anne shrugged and took off into the house.
Eva slid the beast into her sweltering tongue and opened wide again to suck the devil's meat. It was the ultimate pleasure to slobber on her own evil dong and the more she slurped and swallowed the free flowing nut, the more she reconsidered trying to get rid of it. Her shoes pressed into the dirt and she lifted it up and down into the back of her throat and felt the heavy tug of her bloated balls falling back and forth. She didn't care what it looked like, because it felt incredible to slather her own cock in hot saliva. She couldn't stop. She was on fire and bobbed generously with trials of goo lining the veins to her fat sack that dripped to the ground.
The door flew open and Anne tiptoed in her heels with an apprehensive look towards her girlfriend blowing herself. She dropped the book and started flipping pages.
“Watching you has me wondering why we are trying to get rid of this,” she admitted, skimming text, “This is pretty hot.”
Eva plopped away from the twitching boner of doom and it ached and flopped around for more of her glorious mouth. She held it down with one hand and sneered at her partner.
“We just unleashed a sex crazed hell spawn from your Grand Mother's attic and you want to keep it,” she rolled her eyes. “Typical Anne.”
“There's nothing in this damn book about how to get rid of it!” she huffed. “It's just more and more chants.”
Eva shook her head. “Don't you dare bring another one of these out here.”
Anne smiled, “I'm crazy, but not that crazy.”
“I'm so fucking horny,” Eva sighed, her teeth gritting.
“What should we do?” Anne slammed the book in frustration.
“Do I look like a demon cock expert, Anne!” Eva shouted.
Anne lit up with a glow. “What if we wear it out?”
“What?”
Anne slid up to Eva's giant meat and both women instantly started kissing on the slippery crown.
“We can outlast this demon, babe,” Anne smiled, pursed up on cock.
Eva tilted her head side to side but finally agreed with the silly idea and slurped her own sensitive bulb with passionate, ravenous kisses.
“All we have to do is make this asshole blow,” Anne giggled with sloppy smacks on veins.
It didn't take long for them to come up with a better idea and Anne was now bent over the front of their car with her dress being flipped over her bubbly cheeks. Arms spread out over the hood and anxiously awaiting the ultimate pleasure, Evangeline dropped the demon slab onto her yummy backside and spanked it between her dimples. It was so much dick. Neither of them could believe it. Evangeline slid it back into the valley of Anne's thick buns and nudged it between her gooey folds.
“I'm going to be in your fucking guts with this,” she sighed, leaning in.
Anne shivered and let her get spread apart. “Tell me more, baby...”
Evangeline was burying deep already and Anne shuddered, almost taking it too easily. Hips hit against butt and Evangeline stood tall with her hands firmly clasped on Anne's waist. She pulled back and put demon dick against her stretchy womb with quick, sloppy thrusts, bouncing her behind in waves.
“Gonna paint your insides white with devil spunk,” Eva smiled at the absurdity of her arousal.
Anne pushed up into an arch with her heels supporting her from below and turned back. “Fuckin' do it, baby. Empty those big ass balls into me,” she moaned.
Evangeline's colossal goo factories clapped wickedly into Anne's juicy pussy with big smacks that echoed into the forest. “Hear those beating on you?”
“They're so fucking big,” Anne smiled, staring back into her woman's smokey eyes. “Cum for me!”
Evangeline could never turn down Anne's requests and pounded her against the grill harder until she huffed and puffed with all of that pent up demon sex energy, unleashing a loud splash into Anne's depths. The woman squealed and her mouth dropped as she was pressed tight into the hood with another deluge of balmy spunk expanding her insides and causing her eyes to fall back into her head. Evangeline kept pumping the evil sperm as far as she could, crushing her hips into Anne's beautiful ass.
“Oh, god, it's so mu--” she said before it gushed out of her onto the ground, coating it white. Unknown to them both, it quickly raced towards her heels and absorbed itself into her skin.
Before Evangeline could pull away, she reverted back to normal and Anne felt empty before her own demon schlong emerged, slapping into the front of the car. Evangeline felt a slight regret fall over her and she let out a small pout.
“How do we both get one?”
Anne, now on a sexual rampage, grabbed her girlfriend by the pony tail and pushed her onto her back onto the hood. She took the twitching evil and spanked her soft belly with big resounding thuds.
“Do I look like a demon cock expert, Eva?” she smiled before tearing her jeans away and tossing them. “Oh, shit. I didn't realize I was this strong,” she laughed. Leaning in, she ripped away Eva's blue top and revealed her yummy tits. “Mmm, come here.” She latched onto her waist and slung her closer to the edge before draping Eva's delicious legs onto her shoulders. “Momma's turn,” she declared and sunk in balls deep, making the woman squirm into a squeal. Wrapped around her thighs, Anne held on tight and quickly started to bottom out, shoving fourteen gigantic demon inches into her with frantic thrusts. She needed to fuck hard and fuck fast. The desire was too much once it was inside of you.
Anne pushed Eva's sweaty thighs apart fully and Eva watched her belly fall up and down. “Holy fuck,” she moaned. She held onto the car for dear life as Anne's lean, muscular frame hammered towards her without fatigue. Enhanced by the demon, Anne's big juicy titties surged upwards after every slam, trapped between her arms.
“Oh, I've always wanted to do this!” Anne laughed.
“Do what?” Eva said as she shook around.
Anne's humongous demon shaft plopped away onto Evangeline's belly and the blast caught the top of her hair and lightly knocked her backwards as it splattered the windshield. The creamy batter leaked out of her scalp and onto her nose and she looked forward to see nothing but white as her entire face was drenched instantly in hot goo. The force pushed her head into the hood again and Anne groaned while she flooded Evangeline's torso with splooge. She happily jerked her cock back and forth until she was empty, relishing in the glaze that covered her partner. Before she could truly enjoy it, the demon started to slither into Eva's skin until she was completely clean.
They waited...
Nothing happened.
Evangeline looked around suspiciously but neither woman had the devil's meat any longer.
“Did we win?” Eva smiled.
Anne sighed. “That was too easy.”
The trees started to sway and the clouds started to move. Whatever evil presence used to be here was now gone and things started to return to normal.
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All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word or it occurred, nor would it.
The Jukebox Collection: We've Got Tonight
Starring Taylor Swift
by MaxwellLord
(MF, Oral, cons)
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All it takes is one day. One minute. One second. That's all it takes to make your life better. That was a motto of sorts for Kyle Gardner's dad. It was a way of thinking that he'd tried impart on Kyle from a young age. And Kyle, most of the time at least, almost believed it. But right now, he thought it was nothing but a load of bullshit.
Right now, Kyle was wallowing in self-pity at his favorite spot. It was a swimming hole, almost a miniature lake. It wasn't on any map he ever found either. It was his, just off a dirt road connected to the Tennessee highway just outside of his hometown of Nashville. No one but him ever came here with him. Not his brother, not his best friend, not his now ex-fiance. This spot was his, some place he could just go to think.
That's exactly what he was doing. He'd started a little campfire and was sitting at it, gazing at the blue moonlight reflect on the water while the orange-red glow of the fire lit up his face. He was hoping to find some level of contentment here. or at least peace. None of that would come. All he could do was replay every single thing that had gone wrong in the last week.
First it was getting shitcanned from his job. "Cutting costs" they said. Yeah...by firing him and hiring the boss' son to take his exact spot with his exact pay. The little shit didn't even have to work up to it. From there, things just escalated in awfulness. His car literally caught fire and went boom. It was the damndest thing. It wasn't a particularly hot day. No one had messed with it. Turns out it was an error with the engine. He got a letter about it the day after from the manufacturer concerning a recall of the car.
But the cherry on top of the shit sundae? What had made everything seem like a pleasant walk in the park? His fiance left him. She'd been cheating on him for the past six months. She couldn't even do it to his face. Just a Dear John letter....and she kept the ring. Eight years down the drain. His special place was a last resort.
At that moment thought, there was no thoughts of peace. The only thought in his mind was staying there. Never leaving. Just making it his home. Being a hermit. Anything would be better than going back to the shell of a life he had left. At least as a hermit he'd be something instead of a nothing. Which was what he was at the moment.
His timeless gaze out in to the night was interrupted by the rustling of bushes behind him. He could tell by the sound of it that the thing behind the rustling wasn't any creature, great or small, native to the area. It was way too big. It was a person. Which was just perfect. Now his secret place wasn't even his anymore.
"Oh!" she said. It was a female. And one he recognized. Hell, he was a fan, and any other time in his life, just running into her would be a high that would last him good half a year. Now, even seeing Taylor Swift seemingly pop out of nowhere could move him much. He didn't even respond to her. The next words to fill the night air were hers again.
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"Um...hi...look, I don't mean to be rude or anything," said Taylor. "I really don't. And I do want to mention I have mace and it's really strong. But..okay, what are you doing in my secret spot?"
Of course. Her spot. His spot wasn't even his alone. I mean he always had evidence of this. Just small things. His fire pit being rearranged ever so slightly, cat kibble sometimes being left behind. He had always assumed it was some homeless people looking for a nice spot to rest at night. He never would have guessed Taylor Swift would be the person who also came to his spot. Or that he would ever run into her. Even as jaded as the week had made him he couldn't help but admire the beauty on display in front of him. Her perfect legs in a pair of Daisy Dukes, wearing a white shirt, a light jacket and her beautiful blonde hair done up in a ponytail. She was every bit as breathtaking if not more so than any picture or music video could ever hope to get across.
"Nam'es Kyle," he said. "And no need to explain who you are Ms. Swift. And your secret spot i also mine. Been coming here ever since I was seventeen."
"Oh...okay," she said. "Eighteen for me. Come here when, you know...things get too stressful."
"Same here."
"Yeah, that view, especially at night. Moon hits the water just right and it gets even more otherworldly. I mean this place shouldn't exist, right? I mean about three miles away there's a roadside BBQ place. But a dirt road and a hidden path...a little slice of heaven. And I really need it right now."
"What's wrong with you?" Kyle asked.
"Oh, you know. Work stuff mainly. I have a new album coming out and I'm promoting it like mad. Performing, shooting commercials, tour planning, all of that. Nothing world shattering but I just needed to go someplace and relax. And please, call me Taylor. The Ms Swift stuff is for business meetings and lawyers. What about you?"
"Lost my job, my car blew up and my fiance left me."
"Holy shit," said Taylor. "You're a living country song." Taylor winced the moment it left her mouth. It was the first thought that came to mind but the second it was said she knew how bad it sounded.
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Before she could apologize however, the comment actually made Kyle laugh. A real, genuine laugh. The first one he'd had in a while.
"Yeah, that's pretty fair," Kyle said grinning. "Hell if my dog died all the checks would be completely marked. More of a cat person myself. I believe we have that in common."
"That we do," she smiled. "Sorry about that country music comment, it just kind of blurted out...I'm just glad you laughed about it."
"Well, it was funny."
"So...you mind if I join you at our secret spot? I mean we're both stressed out...you obviously WAY more. Maybe we could relax together. Also, if it helps I brought a six pack." Taylor revealed a backpack and took it off. She opened it up and took out a six pack of beer. "Back pack is insulated so the beer is still cold. So...may I sit?"
"Sure." She winked and smiled at him. She walked right next to where Kyle was sitting. She set the six pack down and reached into her bag again, taking out an immaculately folded blanket. She unfurled it and laid it down. It was a big one too, easily meant for a king size bed. She sat down on it then took two beers off the pack and handing one off to Kyle.
The two opened their beers in sync, the ksshh sounds of the beers opening in a nice bit of harmony.
"I'm usually more of a whiskey girl," she said. "But...I don't know. Being on a shore like this...river, lake, pond...whiskey just doesn't seem to match it. A cold beer? That's perfect. Bottle or can. Just has to be ice cold."
"Well, I think you may just be on to something there Taylor," said Kyle. They clinked the cans together and each took their first sip of the night.
"SO what was it?" she asked. "The job you lost."
"Oh. Audio software. You know, like Frooty Loops, that kind of thing. I do some audio engineering as well but mainly into software design for the more professional engineers. Or I was. WOrked for a company instead of on my own. Probably my first mistake. Anything designed technically ain't even mine."
"Well, I know the feeling on that."
"Yeah, I heard. Sucks huh?"
Taylor mocked mulling over the response in her head, making a real show out of it, getting a another laugh out of Kyle. "Yeah...totally sucks. But there's always some kind of way out. I mean you also engineer in the studio as well, right? That's good work. And having a a tech edge makes it all the better as far as opportunities go."
"Yeah. Kind of want to get into some kind producing gig. Used my little brother as a guinea pig for that. Produced about three songs of him doing every instrument.."
"Talent runs in the family?"
"Yeah, that and the damn luck," said Kyle. "We can never quite get the stuff in the hands, or ears rather, of the right kind of people."
"Well I guess today is your lucky day isn't it?"
"What?" he asked before realizing what Taylor was saying. "Nah, I couldn't ask that. You came here to relax just the same as I did. Not gonna impose."
"Then I will," she said. "Besides, it's music. Just listening to music. So...if you have those songs I'm more than happy to listen. Especially in front of an open fire."
Kyle smiled, a genuine earnest smile. He reached into his back pocket took out his phone. He unlocked it, picked the music player app and the songs Taylor asked for, then handed it over.
"Need some ear buds or something?"
"No need," she said. Taylor reached into her backpack once more and took out a pair of very professional-looking headphones. She smirked at him with those delicious red lips of her and plugged the jack in then pressed play.
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Kyle watched nervously, finishing off his beer as Taylor listened to each of the songs. The fifteen minutes it took seemed more like fifteen millennia. Still, she seemed to like it. How her head swayed and moved, her lips upturned into a smile and her eyes closed. She was really, paying attention to it and seeming to love it.
When the music stopped playing she took the headphones off and looked directly at a very nervous. "That was great," she said sweetly. "Your brother is really playing every instrument? It's mixed so well."
"Yeah, all him. And the vocals too. He's kind of a music whiz and all that."
"He really is. The bass was great too. I don't know how to describe it...made me think of raindrops on my skin, especially on the last song. Did you two write all the songs?"
"Well, he did. Except the last song. He wanted to do a Reverend Horton Heat instrumental cover and I obliged in helping him. He's the real star."
"Hey, don't sell yourself short," she said. "Producing isn't easy. And those tracks, they were great. I think you both have a future. I could get the tracks into the right hands you know, if you want."
"I couldn't impose like that."
"Don't be so polite," she said. "If it's what you want and you have the opportunity, take it. Besides, it's not an imposition if I offer, now is it?"
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"Well, I guess you got me on the grounds of logic."
"I'll give you my email before we part company," said Taylor. "I don't think that'll be for a while though." She handed him back his phone and they both reached for a second beer.
Ksshhhh
"I have another question for you," said Taylor.
"What's that?"
"You said your car blew up, right?"
"That's about the size of it, yeah."
"Then how'd you even get here? I mean we're not in the middle of nowhere or anything but it's kind of a challenge to get from Nashville to here without a car."
"Uber." he replied. "Ain't technology grand?"
“Oh, duh,” she said with a giggle. “Of course. The most obvious answer that I completely missed.”
“Aint' that always the way?”
“More often than not,” she said. Taylor took another sip, then was ready for the next question. The big one. “So...I have another question. And, well, considering the subject, I would totally get if you wanted to not get into it.”
“Go for it.”
“The girl. What happened there? I mean you were engaged, right?”
“Yep.” he replied. “ “Together eight years. Engaged for about three. Spent a lot of time planning that elusive perfect wedding. And I don't think that's much of a concern anymore.”
“What happened though?”
Kyle took a sip from his beer. “Well,short version is she left me for my former best friend. Kept the ring too. Long version? Reason this guy is a former best friend is he screwed e out of some serous cash and pushed me out of a business we both formed. Nothing that big mind but we were pretty successful until eh decided to go with someone a bit younger who'd work cheaper. That's something that tends to be a pattern with me. She didn't leave me then though. Stuck it out for a few more years. But I guess his number was never deleted from her contacts. And here we are.”
“I am so sorry,” Taylor said. “That...that's shitty. That's the kind of awful where even when you describe it most people can only imagine how bad it feels. With the added insult of being dumped over money.”
“How do you figure that?” Kyle asked. I mean the letter he got pretty much confirmed that he got dumped because of his thin wallet. But he didn't mention that. “That money was the problem.”
“You said it yourself.” Taylor said. “She kept the ring. When people do things like that in a break-up, they were never into you as much they were into what you could do for them. Trust me, I've seen more than enough private jets being charted on my dime I didn't know about. I mean that's not as bad as the engagement ring thing. A plane's a plane but something like that? That stuff means way more. In my eyes at least.” She reached out her hand and squeezed supportively.
“Yeah, well, thanks. I mean I've already heard the usual stuff from friends. The 'I never really liked her', 'she wasn't good enough for you', 'she's a bitch and you're better off without her' chestnuts.”
“Well, those are all true most of the time,” said Taylor. “I can speak from my experiences. It always feels...bad. Awful. You're heart is crumpled up like a piece of notebook paper and that's when it's not even that deep of a connection. When it's bad. When the hurt is just gutting you? That's when it feels like you have nothing left. No heart, no soul...you're just done. Empty. Going through the motions because what else is there?”
“That about sums it up.”
“Well, there's the bright side too,” Taylor said, smiling wide as the words escaped those lips of hers. “She's gone. I know that feels harsh to say but that's a positive. Because soon, you'll become better. No one is going to be able to hurt you like that again. It's just going to be a lot of fun at first. Doing all the stuff you want to do without checking to see if you can or you have other plans. Just do them. Then there's the new faces you'll meet, and all the fun you have. And that will easily outweigh the hurt...even all this hurt that happened at once.”
“You sound like my dad with all this positive thinking,” Kyle said, laughing a little. “He was all about that positivity stuff.”
“Sounds like a smart man.”
“Yeah, he was.” He nodded at her, then finished up his second beer. “Look, I think I should be going,” he said.
“Why?” she asked. “I thought we were having some fun. Just relaxing, chatting. I don't really get to do this a lot during these busier times.”
“No, it's great. But, I know I wasn't exactly part of your plans for tonight.”
“And I wasn't part of yours.” she replied. “Also, if anything I'd be the one to go since you were here first. So...let's meet in the middle and just stick around for a while, okay?”
“Well, don't twist my arm or nothing.” Taylor scooted aside a bit on her blanket, allowing Kyle to sit next to her.
“You know what I always loved about this place?” she asked.
“What's that?”
“It exists. It sounds simple, but think about it. This is a little oasis in a way. A crystal clear little pond. Wonderful flower bushes that probably shouldn't grow in this part of the country. Hell, it's just a little hike from a roadside BBQ place. But if you know where to look, you get a little slice of heaven. The good stuff is where you find it. All you have to do is look for it. Though sometimes it can just sneak up on you.”
The pair faced each other, the light of the fire and moon creating a very unique mood blue and orange hues on their faces. Their lips met softly, drawn together like magnets. It was sweet, it was lovely, it was just what they both were looking for.
Despite this, Kyle pulled away slightly.
“What's wrong?” Taylor asked.
“Nothin', it's just...you know you don't have to do this right? I mean it's just...I'm not into the pity fuck thing...”
“Neither am I.” Taylor replied. “But I don't really have problems with one night stands. So...let us have that. Here, now tonight. No stress, no real life awfulness...just tonight.”
That reassurance was all Kyle need to go forward with what they both wanted. Their lips met again now that they were both fully prepared to give in to that hunger.
While their faces were together, lips and tongue in a wonderful dance of desire, their hands were not groping each other. That's wasn't for lack of desire. Kyle frantically shedding his denim jacket and t-shirt while Taylor's hands were at his belt. Soon both lovers' hands were free, previous obstacles now a thing of the past.
Before they went further, Taylor got to her feet. She looked at Kyle, a soft and sexy smile on her face. She slid her jacket off and the white t-shirt beneath. Then off came her cut-off denim shorts and the hiking boots she had. She stood before Kyle in a pair of white cotton panties and matching bra.
Taylor winked at him before unhooking her bra setting her gorgeous tits free to the night air, then bent over a bit as she removed her underwear. With that gone, there she was Taylor Swift, naked and bathed in the light of fire and the moon. Aphrodite in the flesh.
She came back down to earth and was on top of him, chest to chest as their lips met again. Then her wonderful lips traveled down Kyle body. Lips to chin, chin to neck,neck to chest and down down down until she got to his pants. The belt and zipper were undone and the present already halfway unwrapped.
Her blue eyes looked up at him, radiating a lustful giddiness as she began to pull his pants down. She only stopped to remove his boots as well. With that and a few more moments, Kyle was just as bare Taylor.
She put her hands on his knees and gentle pushed his legs apart, her body descending lower the more Kyle's legs parted. He leaned up on his elbows, watching in awe as Taylor arched her back as she got lower, watching that wonderfully round ass in the dueling lights of the makeshift campsite. He wanted to take in every sensation he could feel. This was not a night he ever wanted to come close to forgetting.
Taylor lips gently kissed his thighs while her fingers traced up to his cock as she teased her way up to his cock. Kyle inhaled deeply when he felt Taylor's hand gently grasp his cock. She gently but methodically began to pump his dick while her lips made their way to his cock. Kyle let out a moan when Taylor began to lick his balls before full on sucking them into her mouth.
“Oh holy crap,” Kyle said. He struggled to not shut his eyes and keep his eyes on the magic Taylor was working on him. His cock was diamond hard and Taylor stroking was nothing short of exceptional. Her thumb was right under the crown, rubbing in circles between every pump and sending shivers up Kyle's spine.
After coating Kyle's balls in a sheen of her saliva, Taylor hot breath hit the wet flesh, cooling it in an enticing way before her mouth moved to it's next target. She licked the head , swirling her tongue around it before completely taking Kyle's cock into her mouth.
“Fuck!” he said, the a small echo of his voice roaming through the night. Even if his head wasn't clouded with pleasure he couldn't quite describe how what Taylor was doing felt. It obviously felt beyond good, but it was somehow both urgent and sensual and the furthest thing away from standard. Sweet and sinful and full of heart and fire. Taylor kept her eyes on him. Watching how each thing she did worked. His reaction to every movement of her hand and dance of her tongue. The moment was their's, the night was theirs. Everything about it was going to be unique. Just for them. Just for the night.
Her mouth only left his girth to lick it up and down, swirl her tongue around the mushroom head a bit more, cool the saliva with her breath and watching with a sinful little delight as he squirmed from the sensation. Then her mouth was back to work, sensually sucking. Keeping a steady pace and never breaking eye contact. She always felt eye contact was just as important as the physical contact when sucking a cock and had not been proven wrong yet.
As wonderful as the blowjob was and as much as Taylor utterly loved sucking cock, that was never meant to be the only thing on the menu. Still, she didn't want her mouth to part company with Kyle's cock without giving him everything she could do.
“Oh my lord Taylor!” he groaned as Taylor took him in all the way to her throat. HE couldn't help it, his body took over from his mind as his back arched up, shoving his cock even deep into Taylor's mouth. She didn't mind. This wasn't the first time such a thing had happened. It was in a weird way a badge of honor. And she this to him repeatedly. She held him for a bit, released him, kissed his cock as she caught her breath and repeated until finally it all reached the boiling point. It was now. Taylor needed and Kyle needed it as well.
She moved up his body and straddled his cock, Taylor's wet pussy absolutely dripping and hovering over his throbbing prick.
“I want you,” said Taylor. “I want you right now Kyle...do you want me? Right now?”
“Oh yes Taylor,” moaned Kyle. “I fucking need you now...I need you so bad.”
“Good,” she smiled. She reached down and grasped his cock, still slick with her hot spit. She pumped it a few times before bringing it to her opening. However, Taylor didn't immediately sink herself down. Half the fun was anticipation. Instead she softly ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit, making them both quiver and shake, waiting for the next moment to come.
Finally, after all the wonderful waiting, that moment came. Kyle and Taylor both groaned in approval as she sank down on his hardness. His hands went to her thighs, gripping them as they both savored the moment and committed it memory. Then, Taylor moved forward.
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“Ohhh....oh Kyle yes...” moaned Taylor. Her hands were behind her, gripping Kyle's knees as she rode his cock. Her long blonde locks waved, shook and danced with the motions of her body. Rising and falling grinding and swirling her hips. For Kyle it was a treat for body and eyes. The glow of the fire and moon giving Taylor an otherworldly glow.
Kyle's hands moved to her backside, gripping her plump ass as Taylor moved faster and faster on him, her moans getting hungrier more demanding.
“Ohhh...fuck baby...your cock's so good...oh...oh my god yes...” Taylor leaned forward, her hands bracing against Kyle's chest. She worked her pussy on his cock faster and faster. Sparks were flying, her teeth were bare as her breaths with hissed between him.
Seeing her like this and feeling her sensational cunt on his cock was too much for Kyle. He wasn't going to be passive in the act any longer.
Her rose up, wrapping his arm's around Taylor and getting an elated and erotic giggle to emanate from her mouth. He kissed he savagely as her perfect wrapped around him, locking at the ankles. Taylor's lips were at his ears and she whispered to magic words directly to the source, “Fuck me.”
And he did. He needed to. Kyle held Taylor close and tight and gave her back everything she had given and was still giving him. Forehead to forehead, snearing lustful grins on both their faces as they fucked. Taylor squeezed her pussy around his cock, still working her hips as best she could being chest to chest with him. And her best was damn good.
Kyle wasn't too bad himself in Taylor's eyes. He wasn't all thrust, he had technique, He knew how to work his hips, just where to rub and caress her, the right spot to kiss Taylor's flesh. He somehow had the road map to all the right spots. He thrust into her with equal parts power and passion, his hands wrapped around Taylor's back and firmly gripping her shoulders.
Kyle's hands went from Taylor's back down to her ass, squeezing those perfect cheeks tight while he thrust into her. Taylor then leaned back, being held by Kyle and giving him access to her breasts.
“Mmmmmyessss,” she said, biting on her bottom lip. Her eyelids fluttered when Kyle began to worship her breasts. There was no other way to describe it in her mind. His tongue swirling around her nipples, a delicate roughness to it before closing his lips around it and sucking, then moving to the next. Back and forth, satisfying his lust and hers at the same time.
It was pure sexual instinct on them both at this point. Lips, tongues, hands and fingers all over each others bodies, a furious and lusty pace had been built between them. That pace was rushing them to a fireworks show of pleasure.
Taylor rose back up and tightened hers legs' grip on Kyle. The two had a sheen of sweat on them that made the pair seem to glow in the firelight.
“Kyle...mmm I'm gonna cum....you're gonna make cum baby...mmmm and I want you to cum too...do it in me okay? I want to feel it...”
“Me too,” Kyle grunted. “Oh fuck Taylor I'm gonna cum too...shit...oh my fucking god this is perfect...”
“Yeah...mm yeah then do it,” Taylor said. “Cum for me....cum with me...oh fuck yessss...yesss...YESSSS!”
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Lighting struck within Taylor as she came. She shook in Kyle's embrace, her cunt squeezing and contorting around his stiff rod, which was all Kyle needed to join Taylor in the choir of pleasure. Their voice mixed into one pleasured howl ringing throughout the night.
They held each other tight as they started to come down, the drunk daze of lusting taking control as Taylor savored her cum filled cunt as Kyle gave her a few more afterpumps. They were both spent in the most satisfying way.
The both fell back on the blanket, Taylor still on top of Kyle. His wilted cock slipped out of her pussy and she moved to his side. They shared one last kiss before drifting off to sleep.
The next day Kyle woke up, and Taylor was gone. He knew the night previous wasn't a dream, due to him being naked as the day he was born. And there was proof she had been their beyond his memory that would last a life time. It was a letter right on top of his neatly folded clothes.
He opened up the folded piece of paper and read it.
“Kyle,
I hope you don't mind that I cut out when the sun came up. Far from personal. Business stuff. Would have liked to share breakfast with . So consider that a rain check when next we meet our secret spot. I put my work email down so you could send me those tracks. I'm not promising anything, but I will have some people I know listen. But until then, I also put down the address of a friend of mine in Nashville. They can always use good audio engineers. Just give him my work email and drop my name, he'll know you're legit. This isn't charity by the way either. It's an opportunity. One I think you're going to excel with.
I hope things work out for you. Just one night is all it takes for me to know you deserve something good. Can't think of a better person to share a special place with.
With love,
Taylor”
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Kyle couldn't help but smile a bit. He set the letter aside and began to get dressed. One night and it all changed. Who could have thought?
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I loved loved loved this! A sweet blend of naughty and nice! This is a Taylor story I'm gonna keep coming back to read again and again.
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That demon-possessed Anne and Eva was really fucking hot!
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All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Jukebox Collection: Honey Bee
Starring Scarlett Johansson
(MF, HJ, Oral, Anal, Exhib, Cons)
by MaxwellLord
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Steve was not a hook-up master. It wasn't that he had anything against the idea. Far from it. The idea of one-off, guilt free sex between two consenting adults had several different layers of appeal to it. He just wasn't very good or lucky at it.
It wasn't that Steve couldn't talk to women. He could. But he was better at it when it came to looking for more than just a hook-up. He could start a good conversation with any woman. But just enough to get in someone's pants? Something about it tied his tongue up and made him look like a total dunce.
And he'd had a couple one night stands, but those were due to women doing the very easy job of getting into his pants. That obviously didn't take much though. Honestly all he needed to hear was "Hey, wanna fuck?" and he would have been ready to go, as most guys would. But getting a one night stand out of a woman was an actual challenge, at least for him.
Maybe it was because it wasn't a goal of his. He liked getting laid, but he also liked there being more to it than sex. Still...the idea of not having to call someone the next day or having any reason to stick around post-orgasm had an appeal. Which was why he downloaded a hook-up app.
The app was unique. It played up to Steve's strength in finding one night stands. The women did all the work. All he had to do was upload his profile and wait for someone to pick him.
That led him too a no name bar in the meatpacking district of New York. That was actually the name of the place, the No Name Bar. Of course you wouldn't see that on the outside on a big glowing neon sign. But the address still showed up on Google Maps.
This was where he was told to meet the woman in question. The woman who picked him. He had a little bit of pride in that. That a woman, out of all the other guys on the app, many more than likely way more attractive than he was, would pick him for no other reason than to fuck. It was a nice ego boost.
The woman, on her profile at least, went by the name Honey Bee. Not her real name but the whole point of the app was for the woman to stay anonymous until she was ready to reveal herself. He didn't mind that aspect. Just water off Steve's back.
The bar itself was a clash of modern and classic ideas about a dive bar. The furniture all had that classic wood look and feel. Deep browns and lighter tnes, all seemingly well worn with age. The lights ween't too bright nor dim. The special lighting for inebriation. Not too bright to bother your whiskey soaked eyes but bright enough to make out who you're going home with.
The modern pieces were obvious. The digital jukeboxes and the arcade machines, as well as not a hint of smoke throughout the entire bar. It made it clear to get to his destination.
Honey Bee had given Steve clear instructions She was sitting in the back booth of the bar. The very back. Past the red topped billiards tables and digital dartboard. To the right. Her back would be to him. Clean and clear instructions. Perfectly clear.
So Steve made his way in the bar. Pas the drinkers, past the digital jukebox. Past the red billiards table and digital darts to the very back of the bar. Unlike the full room up front, the deeper her got the more sparingly the bar was populated, like the patrons knew whoever liked to go to the back liked it nice and quiet. There was a different vibe in the back. Even a different smell. Up front didn't smell bad at all, but it was more...musky. A bit more chaotic. Open with the insanity that only New York could bring. In the back...there was an undercurrent of that lightning. It was trapped in a bottle, waiting to be unleashed. Steve could relate.
As he felt that electricity conduct in his blood, he finally put eyes on the booth in question, and there she was, long blonde hair being the only thing he could see. There was his Honey Bee. He straightened out his suit and checked his breath and breathed deep. It was now or never.
However, no amount of bracing himself could have prepared him for what he saw when he approached the woman. She was gorgeous,beyond that honestly. Sexy too, wearing a formfitting, low cut dress that displayed cleavage that could only be described as legendary and holding an ice cold glass of vodka with a twist.
None of that was the shocking part. What was shocking was who all that, plus a gorgeous and knowing smile now on display, belonged to. The owner was one Scarlett Johansson and Steve's shocked reaction gave her a sexy case of the giggles.
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"Steve, correct?" she asked. He could only nod in response. "Then that seat is for you." She motioned to the empty area of the booth right across from him and Steve sat as directed. "Would you like a drink? On me."
"Um...yeah." he replied. "Jack. No mixer or anything. Just straight and neat."
"Good choice," Scarlett said. "I'm usually a whiskey girl. Tonight though..Grey Goose with a twist felt right." She looked to the bartender, getting the older gentleman's attention. "Oliver? Would you be a deer and prepare my friend here a Jack? Neat please."
"Right away Ms. Johansson," the bartender said. In a flash the brown liquor was in front of Steven, still in shock and Scarlett loving every second of it.
"Not what you expected I take it?" she asked. "Don't be shy. You're not the first man I've seen with that reaction."
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"Really?" Steven asked.
"Of course. A man like yourself may be expected to get laid with a meet-up like this. BUt with Scarlett Johansson? It's a shock."
"Well yeah." he replied. "I wouldn't have been so blunt."
"Now why's that?" she asked with a smile. "That's what the app is for, isn't it? It's to fuck. To hook up with strangers. Or, in our case...lady's choice. And so far I've never walked away unhappy. Let's not break that tradition Steven."
"I don't aim to," he said, trying to force himself into a state of relaxation. "I guess I'm just shocked at, well, aside from it being you, you're so..."
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"Up front?" asked Scarlett. "Look, the way we met? Perfect for me. I like to fuck. A lot. And I don't like being confined to just one person. For a relationship, the emotional side? Of course. But...I need that raw, pure feeling that you can only get from, well...fucking. Not making love. Just raw, dirty fucking. Not a lot of men are fans of that if I'm in a more...personal relationship with them, as you can imagine."
"Yes."
"So...they don't need to know. Call me selfish but I want all my needs met. And this is the best outlet for half of said needs. Any objections?" Steven shook his head. "Good. I don't mean to sound so...callous. That's hardly going to get us to the point we both want to be at. So...let's make things a bit more fun."
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Scarlett patted the area next to him, urging Steven to scoot closer to her in the booth. "Don't worry, I don't bite when fully clothed." She winked at him, getting a laugh out of Steven. He was already melting. He scooted closer, relaxing as Scarlett settled in. If he was ready, she was ready. The pre-show was over. Men, even other actors, were always nervous when she turned it on. She was far from afraid to make it clear what was one her mind and what she wanted. Most men didn't know how to handle that. They were a special kind of fun.
"Let me ask you something Steven," said Scarlett. "Aside from being nervous, were you happy when you saw who I was? Turn you on a little?"
"Well, once the shock subsided, definitely."
"Fantasy fulfilled? Be honest. It wouldn't be the first time I've heard it. It's also more than a little bit of a turn on. An ego boost too, can't lie. BUt there's that little bit of a thrill knowing you're about to fuck someone whou could only dream of the chance. Or so they thought at least."
"Yes," Steven said. If Scarlett was going to be blunt, so would he. It was only fair. "Big time. For a long time. I hope that's not weird or anything, but it's the truth."
"Not too weird," Scarlett said with a grin. She sipped her drink, licking her lips before speaking again. "I mean this is hardly a normal situation. Weird's expected. Required when you think of it really. Besides. It's nice to be desired. To be wanted. Her's an example. I...desire you. Right now. I saw your pictures...your profile. Knowing exactly what you wanted...and you'd be giving me the same thing if I just swiped right....made me hot. Made me wet."
Scarlett leaned over, her smoky-voiced confession making Steve lose any sense of caution and nerves he had. She stuck her tongue out and licked his lips, sealing the contact with a kiss before leaning back in her seat. But while her face was farther from Steven, the same was not true of the rest of her body. Her hand had moved to his thigh, giving the flesh a delicate squeeze.
"But you know what's really hot?" asked Scarlett. "The fact that whatever happens tonight is all ours. No one else will ever know....just you and me. Private memories into private fantasies. And it all starts with just one touch."
Steven's eyes looked around as Scarlett's hand went to his zipper, pulling it down and fishing out his cock.
It wasn't too long before it was out and hard in her hands. Scarlett smiled as she saw Steven try to keep his composure as she pumped him under the table. And this wasn't a friendly, getting him ready handjob. She was going for the prize.
"Don't worry Steve," she said. "No one is even looking at us...and if they did no one would know." That was a half truth and Scarlett knew it. Anyone who did turn their eyes to them would notice the tell tale motions of her arms and the look of pleasure on Steve's face. But that was part of the thrill. It was the fun. Sweet as honey.
All he could do was nod. Speech would have required him to think hard enough to form words. Thinking that hard could possibly take even a fraction of his mind away from experiencing what her hand was doing to his cock. Slow but also urgent somehow. Not a moment or movement wasted with her expert hand. Pumping, milking and refusing to give Steven a moment to breathe. Moments to breathe weren't fun.
Besides, if he came he came. It wouldn't mean the end of their night.
"Go ahead Steven," said Scarlett, her lips at his ear. "Cum. Don't be shy. Let it go...cum while I pump your dick. I want to feel it throb in my hand, pulse with every shot...but don't make a mess. No one wants to clean that up....in fact I have a solution for that."
Scarlett reached for her glass of vodka and brought it under the table right at the tip of Steven's cock.
"Right there Steven...cum right there...give mea real cocktail honey...mmmm gonna get every drop out of you...cum..."
In moments Steven grants Scarlett's request, unloading and giving her Grey Goose a whole different kind of twist. And Scarlett wasn't letting go until she drained the tap, milking every drop into her glass and holding the head of his cock right above the cold, cold liquid. It gave a whole new sensation to his orgasm.
When the last drop was rung out of his cock, Scarlett brought the glass to her lips and drank it all down, licking her lips as a dazed Steven watched with a smile on his face. Scarlett Johansson had just downed his cum in a cocktail.
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"Goes down smooth," she said with a smile. "Now...here's what we're going to do. I'm going to get one more drink. We're going to finish our drinks, some small talk too. Wouldn't be proper to just skip that getting to know you time, brief as it might be. Then we're going to leave this lovely little bar and fuck. Any questions?"
"A couple, if that's okay." replied Steven.
"Of course. I did say we had time for small talk." Scarlett signaled the bartender for another drink. "What do you want to know?"
"Well...it's just....you're you. You're Scarlett Johansson."
"Very perceptive," she joked, smiling wryly. Her new drink was dropped off and she leaned forward, baring her ample cleavage to Steven. "Go on."
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"Well...why all this? I mean there's gotta be a long line of guys in Hollywood who'd die for a hook-up like this."
"Well, first off thanks for the compliment," she said, taking a small sip of her drink. "Well, the easy answer is this is quiet. This is secret. I fuck a co-star? That gets around. Hell, if it even looks like I might have done it, that gets around. That's not just me, that's ANY celebrity. It spreads like wild fire. Honestly kind of makes it hard to show affection to anyone in public, honestly. That is, another celebrity. But...something like this? I get to have my fun. All physical. Pure pleasure. We both walk away happy. No one has to know. No a soul. I'm not going to tell. ANd you won't either. The carrot of this happening again is just to good of a reason to be quiet."
"Well, makes sense," Steven said, smiling and subtly shaking his head, still not believing all this.
"Anything else?"
"Well, where are we doing this?" Steve asked, reality finally setting in. This was real. This was happening. He was going to fuck Scarlett Johansson.
"Two choices. One: I have a hotel room. We have a basic little fuck session. You cum, I cum. Two:...". Scarlett paused, grinning. "Well, two is where the real fun is and you're going to have to trust me. Either way, we fuck. We just have more fun with the surprise." Scarlett took another sip of her drink, licking her full cherry lips as she looked on at Steven. "So, what'll it be? Gentleman's choice."
"Well," Steven said, pretending to mull it over in his head. "My answer is I trust you."
"Good choice," said Scarlett. "Let's finish up here. Then...just follow me."
The couple finished their drinks, though Steven's sips were far more akin to a single gulp. Scarlett loved them eager.
With the drinks done and paid for and a sizable tip left behind, Scarlett led Steven out of the No Name. They continued the small talk. Keeping it light and casual, though with every step to the destination Scarlett could feel the heat, feel herself getting wet. He was cute, eager and she had the perfect spot for them. It was always perfect...with the right guy. She knew it would fit Steven like a glove.
Steven was very anxious. Not the nervous kind. It was hungry. He had long since gotten over the shock of his partner for the night. Now it was all desire. He had no questions as Scarlett led him to a parking garage a half block away. He didn't register how familiar Scarlett seemed to be with the security staff, greeting each of the guards on the first floor with a kiss on the cheek and a first-name basis greeting. Why would he. His mind was focused on something much, much more important, like anyone in his position's would be.
She led him to the elevator, and with that moment f privacy, Steven was on her. He pressed Scarlett against the wood-paneled wall of the elevator, his lips to her while his hands roamed her body. He fondled her tits, caressed her curves and cupped her as before hiking up her skirt.
"Mmmm, so hungry," she said, that husky voice oozing sexy. She grasped the back of Steven's neck as he buried his face in hers. She sighed in approval when he slid the straps of her dress down, her tits being laid bare. As his mouth kissed from her neck to her collar bone and making a path to her luscious breasts his hand worked under her skirt, pushing her panties aside as he inserted his fingers in her very wet and inviting pussy.
Scarlett moaned, her red nails softly digging into the flesh of Steven's neck. He had eagerly given himself over to lust, worshiping her tits with a passion she loved to feel. Scarlett always got that special jolt when she could tell that even when a man was completely drunk on her, he knew what he wanted to have, what he needed to taste. A laser focus in a foggy field.
Right when his lips reach her nipple, a bell went off. The elevator had reach the destination. Top floor. A few seconds seemed both so much longer and so much shorter. Steven managed to pull himself away and allowed Scarlett to lead him out.
The top floor of the garage was the roof, the only thing above it the starry night sky and a few buildings. Some of them abandoned, some not. The parking area itself was bare save for one car parked at the very end. It was actually face forward with the trunk of the car pointing to the concrete barrier and the street below.
Steven didn't think of how odd it was Scarlett's was the lone car on this level of the lot as she led him to the car. If he did, she would have told him how friendly she was with the staff here. ANd then, depending on how she read Steve's reaction, tell him how familiar. How she'd fucked both of the guards a few times, earning a bit of loyalty from them so it was no big favor for them to make the top floor her private lot. They'd get payback. The best kind.
"Like it?" Scarlett said, sitting and leaning back on the hood of her car. It was a sleek yellow Mustang, the black of her dress making her stand out even more against the car. A sexy vehicle for a sexy woman. "It's not the plaza...but we're gonna ave a lot more fun without a bed. Something about the night air...makes it all so much better."
"I think we can make it work," said Steven. Their lips met again and they resumed their action, Steven's moth going right back to Scarlett's tits and his hand returning under her skirt. Though now, he grabbed the hem of her panties and started to pull them down. It was an effort Scarlett was too eager to help him with. He had no hesitation. No worry they might be caught, that someone would see them. If Scarlett had no fear, why would he?
"Yes baby...mmm Steven just like...suck my titties..." Scarlett leaned on her arms, her head hanging back as she took in all the sensations. Steven's fingers probing and working inside of her while his thumb rubbed her aroused clit, his mouth and tongue sucking and kissing her tits, flicking and circling her hard nipples with her tongue.
Scarlett's dress was pulled halfway down, her tits completely free, when Steven began to go lower until her was on her knees. Any trepidation he felt earlier in the night was gone. He wanted her too much.
Scarlett pulled the tight skirt of her dress all the way up and sat completely on the hood of her car. She parted her legs and Steven dove in, Scarlett's back arching as he made first contact.
"Oh GOD yes!" she shouted, her smoky voice echoing into the city lit sky. She had no concern about being seen. Why would she? It wasn't her first time fucking in this exact same spot. No one ever saw her, ever caught her. If they did pictures of her in various stages of carnal knowledge wold be plastered all over the internet. It was New York. This shit happened. No one really cared. Especially if it was a good show.
Her breath hissed as Scarlett drew it in between gritted teeth. It wasn't too often one of her fuck pals went down on her. It had happened, but most men just wanted to fuck her, to have their cock inside her. She didn't mind. That was the point of the whole exercise and both parties always went away very happy campers. There was however, always something to be said for a man willing to go the extra mile, and Steven was more than willing. He quite literally had gone head first into action. No slow build up. He flat out needed to taste her,attacking her clit with a hunger and desire Scarlett had rarely felt.
Scarlett's eyes shut tight and she bit her lower lips. She held his head in place and began to grind her cunt against his face, humping him as she got hotter and hotter. Soon enough a mouth wasn't going to be enough for her. Scarlett was going to need something far more substantial.
"Fuck me!" demanded Scarlett. "Stick that cock in me!"
His eyes told Scarlett all she needed to know. It didn't take a single word to throw more kindling on her fire. Still, Steven managed to do it. ANy nerves he may have had at the beginning were distant memories. Any hesitation or caution, any timidness was burned away by his desire for Scarlett and that knowledge just turned her on ever more. The cherry on top(so far) was what Steven did next.
Scarlett had expected Steven to rise up in between her legs, pants dropped, cock out and thrust in her and letting her wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. What she got what was the sexual beast she created.
Scarlett yelped and laughed when Steven rose up and spun her around, bending her over the bright yellow hood over car. She licked her lips and shook her ass, waiting for his cock to enter her. When she heard the jingle-jangle of an undone belt and the surprisingly erotic music to her ears of a zipper unzipped Scarlett craved his sweet nectar a bit more.
"Fuck me," she said with a smile. "Now...let me feel that dick inside me Steven...don't tease...not now."
"Don't worry," he said, his voice a sexy guttural growl. Scarlett cooed and giggled a bit as he slapped his hard dick on her round ass a few times before taking aim at her honey pot. "Oh shit....". Steven could not believe the sensation of fantasy becoming flesh, a dream made reality. He was inside Scarlett Johansson. His cock was inside her cunt and it was nothing short of heavenly...with just the right amount of sin.
"Oh my GOD yes!" Scarlett yelled, her voice mixing in with the night time symphony of the city. "Fck e...just like that baby...hard...nice and hard...mmmmnnnnggyessss...."
His hands roamed her ass as he took her. Hard thrusts, but slow to pull back out. Steven wanted to imprint the tightness of her love canal in his brain. He wanted his memories of this to be as vivid as possible. Recording every grunt of satisfaction from Scarlett's mouth when he thrusted forward, the way her firm flesh felt in his hands, the way her ass felt and sounded when her smacked it, how the tattoo on her back looked with her bent over in front of him. This fantasy come flesh was going to be locked away for lonely nights later on down the line.
Scarlett licked her lips as her tits heaved forward with every thrust Steven made into her sopping cunt. His pace was increasing now, speed coming with those hard pounds. It was just what the doctor ordered. She slammed her fist down hard and howled "YES!" into the neon nights as Steven worked his hips a bit, hitting all the right spots inside on one amazing stroke inside.
Her moans of passion increased when his arms slid around her, gliding over her stomach and back to her tits. He couldn't resist and she couldn't blame him. He needed to feel those fantastic funbags. He was rough but tender, mauling and massaging her breasts. He squeezed her tits as he pulled Scarlett up, her tattooed back to his chest.
Scarlett let out a low, smokey moan as Steven began to roll her nipples between his fingers, the soundtracks of his grunts and growls mixed with his hot breath on her neck was making her tingle in all the right places and in all the right ways.
Steven's thrusts got much faster, much more insistent. He hooked his arms under her shoulders leaving Scarlett's tits free to give in to the wonder of inertia as they bounced and jiggled with Steven's quick thrusts inside of her.
"Mmmm more....I want more...fuck give me MORE!" demanded Scarlett. Her tongue was turned upward over her teeth, eyes fluttering as she savored every second of sensation.
"Want more?" Steven asked. "You really, really want more Scarlett?"
"YES! Oh fuck yes! Fucking give it to me!"
If Steven could think of anything outside of fucking Scarlett, he'd think about how far away he was from not being a hook-up guy. ANd he still wasn't. He couldn't have picked up a woman and done all this. However, that thought wasn't remotely close to entering his head. Instead, something far more fun had sparked his imagination.
He pulled out of Scarlett's dripping pussy and spun her around, pulling her in for a deep embrace and savage kiss. Every movement he made was welcomed and returned by Scarlett, the vixen very happy at how well her night had turned out so far. She couldn't wait to see how daring her was going to be.
"Go over to the railing over there," Steven said, motioning to the red metal reail embedded into the concrete wall behind the trunk of her car. "Bend over."
"Why?" she teased. "What are you gonna do? Huh fucker? What are you gonna give me?"
"I'm gonna fuck your ass." Steven declared. Not asking. He was being daring. He certainly would have declined if she said no...but he was willing to be a bit more dominant. He had a craving to fulfill. If he was going to have a one night stand with Scarlett Johansson he was going to get everything he could.
"Mmmhmmm," Scarlett grinned. "Gonna take my ass big man? Shove that hot piece of meat up my tight ass? Then fucking do it." Scarlett licked his lips then turned her back to him, walking over to exactly where he directed and bending over. She looked out at the building ahead of her and the street below, the people walking back and forth, buzzing about. She was so fucking hot.
"Nnnggg yesssss," she growled, Steven's cock slowly entering her. As much as he wanted to ravage her, his mind wasn't totally focused on sating his hunger. He groaned in a low raspy voice and Scarlett gripped the railing tight as he filled her asshole with his hard, throbbing cock. "Oh fuck that's so fucking big."
"You like taking this big cock in your ass?" Steven teased, slowly beginning to get a rhythm in Scarlett's amazing asshole. "Every inch...right up your ass...oh fuck..."
"Gimme," she said, almost absent-mindedly. "More...harder...you won't fucking break me...fuck my ass!"
Steven began to do exactly that, his pace speeding up and his cock ramming Scarlett's ass. And Scarlett was loving every second of it. How she had turned someone who seemed like a nervous little fawn upon seeing her and turned him into a full blown wolf of a man. Taking her, daring to have her as he pleased, which pleased her even more. She loved nights like this, stumbling upon just the right guy who could scratch that itch that few men knew exactly how to do. And tonight the best way to that itch was by being balls deep in her ass.
"Ohh...oh fuck..." The words dripped from Scarlett's mouth, agape as she hung head over the side of the railing. Her blonde hair and tits moved with every hard an hungry thrust made up her rectum. Her hands gripped the railing white knuckle hard as her pounded her ass, his balls slapping against her slick slit.
Scarlett's howls and moans of absolutely intense pleasure rung out over the streets, people looking up and laughing without having any clue who it was being railed at the railing above her. Seeing her like that just made Steven more ravenous and more daring. He was all instinct as he grabbed a handful of Scarlett's hair, yanking her back to his chest. He grabbed her face an d turned to his, kissing her while he thrust hard and deep in her ass.
"You gonna cum for me?" he asked. "Cum with my cock in your ass?"
"Fuck yes!" she shouted. "Don't you fucking dare stop...not if you want this to happen again...you take that fucking ass like it's yours...fucking TAKE it!"
Steven licked at her cheek and surprised Scarlett against, jerking her from the railing to the trunk and bending her over it hard, though now he was on top of her, his chest pressing her down as his cock was lodged deep inside her ass still pumping away. He grabbed her hand and brought it her clit, the two rubbing it fiercely, just as fiercely as Steven's cock ravaged her tight starfish.
Scarlett began to lose control, her moans becoming louder, desperate and chaotic. The curtain was closing for Scarlett and she couldn't wait for that final sensation to utterly wreck her.
With a few more deep thrusts by Steven that was it for her, making him wince in pleasure as her asshole clamped down and she cried out "FUUUUUCCKKK YESS!!!" into the night sky. Her body shook and quivered as a smile of pure orgasmic bliss came over her face. It was almost everything she wanted. Almost....but she could tell Steven wasn't done...he was still thrusting inside her ass.
"You wanna cum? Scarlett teased, her voice both exhausted and excited simultaneously. "Gonna give Scarlett all that yummy sweet nectar from your cock?"
"Fuck yeah," he growled, giving her a few more thrusts before pulling out of her ass. He moved back to the hood of the car and sat on it, beckoning Scarlett to come over. "I wanna fuck those tits....cum all over that face and those perfect fucking tits...."
"Mmmm happy to help." Scarlett dropped to her knees and delicately crawled over to Steven. He had a little bit of a gentleman left in him as he laid out his jacket for her to kneel on. Once Scarlett got between his legs, her eyes locked on his and a devilish grin took over her cock drunk face as she wrapped her tantalizing tits around his throbbing cock.
"Oh fuck," Steven croaked. "Just like that Scar....just like fucking that..."
"Mmm yeah baby," she cooed. "Fuck those titties...gimme that cum...every drop...don't hold back....gimme some cum...shoe me how good I did...how much you fucking wanted me..."
From there Scarlett's mouth got occupied, sucking the tip of Steven's cock every time it peaked out of the valley between those beautiful breasts. It was heaven for him, it was all over her face. And soon, there was going to be something all over Scarlett's face.
Steven stood up with a start, aiming his cock at Scarlett's face and his rod began to erupt its white hot goodness all over it and her voluptuous tits.
Scarlett moaned with mouth open and tongue out as the thick spunk landed on her face and tits in ropes and drops, savoring each pulse as it landed on her as if it were the sweetest of honey.
Just before the well ran dry Steven scrambled to get his cock back between those cum covered tits, fucking them a for more seconds and spilling the last of his seed before collapsing backwards, catching his fall just barely with the hood of Scarlett's car.
"Well...that was fun," Scarlett said, cleaning the delicious mess up with her fingers. "A lot of fun."
"I...uh...wasn't too rough or anything, was I?" Steven asked, his senses returning to him.
"Oh hardly darling," Scarlett said. "But thanks for asking." She got to her feet and walked to her car, giving Steven a peck on the cheek before opening her trunk and grabbing a towel and a new dress. She'd gotten most of his cum off but that dress was going to need a dry cleaning. He stared in utter awe at her naked, still cum covered form as she licked and wiped the last of his spunk off and changed clothes.
"So...um...what now?"
"Well, first, I officially enter your number on my fun phone," Scarlett said. "Then, we kiss each other goodnight, go our separate ways until next time I give you a little buzz. So until next time...think up something real fun you'd like to do with me."
"Next time?" asked Steven.
"Of course." replied Scarlett. "You must have so many more dirty little thoughts about me." She gave him a quick peck on the cheeks and got in her car. By the time his pants were up she'd driven off, leaving him, delirious and with a big grin. He still wasn't what he'd call a hook-up guy...but he certainly could be talked into it again. Just waiting for that next buzz from Scarlett, his Honey Bee.
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Nice work, I love all the dirty talk with Scarlett. I could read this in her voice.
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Great Scarlett story, fit the song really well. Now, where can I sign up for this app? ;D
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All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Jukebox Collection: Ballroom Blitz
Starring Liz Gillies
(MMMF, oral, anal, DP)
By MaxwellLord
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Sometimes, a person just needed time alone. Even if they adored the people in their lives. Friends, family all beloved, but still a times a bit too much. That was the position Elizabeth Gillies was in. She was just a week away from some off time form her show Dynasty. In that time, she had several days already taken up to be with her friends, her family. People she loved. But still...she needed a bit of a lone to time to decompress. She always did. It was almost clockwork. The only variants were the hotels.
Even then though, Liz was very specific about what hotels she booked for these little decompression trips. Never any place huge or expensive. Nothing that would draw attention to herself. It was always some place nice, but not extravagant. Just a nice little hotel in a sleepy town. It always suited these trips best.
That was where Liz found herself the weekend before the holiday break on Dynasty. It was a nice, moderate sized little hollow just outside of Georgia, where the show was shot. She'd checked in early in the morning to a suite at the local hotel. She didn't want extravagance but Liz still wanted a great room.
After a wonderful and recharging nap, Liz decided to do her favorite activity during these brief periods of semi-solitude, she explored the hotel's event area. It was an odd bit of sight-seeing and she knew that. But she honestly liked it. It was quiet, didn't really bother anyone and best of all, she couldn't think of anyone else who did it. It wasn't that Liz was someone who just needed to have “oh so out there” hobbies. Rather, she just had some things she liked to do alone. This activity was wandering around the conference areas of any given hotel.
The layouts were all usually the same, just hosted in different areas. Sometimes they were cordoned off to a side of the first floor of the hotels, others they were stationed on the second floor or some sub-level just before the guest rooms. Once you got there however they were pretty much all uniform.
Liz was often questioned by her friends as to why she liked doing it. It was hard to explain it, but it all really boiled down to people watching. Observing. She honestly liked seeing the different way in which people all used the exact same type of room. School reunions, wedding receptions, conventions for workers all across the globe in various fields; it tended to just be fascinating to observe. For the convention goers, the actual content of what they were speaking could be boring, but it was sometimes just fun to get a quick peak at the myriad of people who were there. That and sometimes they had vegan breakfast pastries, donuts and half decent coffee which made sneaking in worth it.
What usually ended up being the highlight though were those get-togethers. The reunions, the weddings, the birthdays. Those tended to be really fun. While these trips of hers were designed to be bit of a getaway, she couldn't resist finding a way inside these parties and blending. It was an acting exercise, in a way.
Then there were those other times when Liz stumbled on the hotel staff setting up. That was fun in a different way. It was a far more relaxed hang out, when they let her come in and sit. Plus, free food and drinks from the bar just for talking to the staff like human beings.
As Liz walked along those conference room halls, she didn't know what she would find. The first couple rooms she came upon were either empty or locked. It didn't really affect Liz. If the next hallway she walked down turned up nothing, she'd be fine. Just got out for a quick bite, and relax a bit more in her room.
However, one she turned that corner she heard something very promising. Liz followed her ears to a ballroom at the very end of the hallway. She went for the nob. No resistance. Liz smirked as she opened the door and stepped in.
Inside there was pretty much the traditional party set up. A bar off to the side, pretty well stocked and circular tables covered with white cloths. Not other table settings though. The real set up hadn't even started yet. The one unique thing about the room was the stage set up, which was where the noise was coming from.
On the stage was a three piece band, a man on drums, one on bass and one on guitar. Judging by the placement of the microphone, Mr. Lead Guitar was also Mr. Lead Singer. They were playing a medley of several different songs, seemingly on repeat. A warm-up exercise if anything. They weren't bad either. They weren't much older than Liz, if they were at all but there were intensely tight as a band.
There was something abut musicians...Liz was far from the first woman in history to be turned on by men who could play music, but it was certainly more intense for her than it was for others. Maybe dipping her toes in music gave her a different view on it all. It didn't really matter to her. What did was the electricity she could feel in her body in her blood and bones. The day just got itself endless possibilities.
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The band didn't notice her, not even as she casually but confidently strode closer to them, taking a seat at the bar and opening one of the complimentary bottles of water on display. Liz licked her lips as she watched them play. Intense, but their bodies were loose. There was a lack of effort in their body language but anyone who actually knew what to look for could see how hard they were actually working up there. It was admirable...and hot.
The men were beginning to wind down, it was audible. When the last not was played and the last symbol crashed, Liz stood up and applauded, surprising the three man band.
“Nice job,” Liz said as she approached the stage. “You guys are great. What do you call yourselves?”
“We're Reclusive,” The guitarist said. Taking the lead like that settled it, he was the singer as well. “That's the band name at least.”
“And what's your name?” asked the bass player.
“Elizabeth.” Liz replied. “But Liz is perfectly acceptable. You boys have names beyond the band?”
“Mick,” the guitarist said, pointing at him self. “Andy and Steve.” He motioned towards the bass player and drummer. “Next question, what are you doing here?”
“Wandering the halls,” said Liz. “Heard you guys playing and let myself in...what's all this for anyway?”
“An anniversary party,” said Andy is a quiet voice. “We learned a lot of songs. Fun ones. And the money helps us fund our actual music.”
“Plus free food and booze,” Mick chimed in. “Not a bad way to scrape a living.”
“Not at all,” Liz said with a grin. “I've done some music stuff too. Mainly demo recording for some song writers I know.”
“Is that between episodes?” Steve said, twirling his drumstick.
“Someone's a fan.” Liz responded.
“Very much so.”
“Well, now that introductions are done,” Mick said, taking the lead once more. “Practice is done for right now.”
“That's too bad,” said Liz. “I can think of one thing I'd like to do right now though, and hat's take advantage of the free booze you were talking about.”
“I don't think we're supposed to touch it until the party actually starts,” said Andy.
“Well, what's the difference” Liz asked. “You're drinking it either way, what's point of worrying when?”
“The woman has a point.” said Mick. “Besides, what are they gonna do? Too late to hire another band or get a DJ.”
“I tend to,” Said Liz. She hopped up on the bar and slid over it, the three men taking seats at the end. “What'll be be, gentlemen?”
“Let's go for the rock and roll cliché,” Mick said. “Three Jacks.”
“Always a classic.” Liz picked out the jack and three glasses, pouring them each a double. For herself, she made a quick vodka cranberry. Once all four drinks were out, she held up hers, waiting for a toast. “Don't leave me hanging boys....”
The three men grinned and clicked glasses with Liz. With that and the first sips down, it was time for more conversation. Liz already had a good idea of where she wanted this conversatin to lead, but now it was all foundation work.
“You guys sound really tight,” Liz said. “What kind of music do you do when you're not covering other people's shit?”
“More of a classic rock feel,” Andy said, his voice quiet. He was one she was going to keep her eye on. “Classic three piece, you know...sometime I also play piano.”
“So we got the power chords and power ballads covered,” Steve said. “We got some songs you coulda sang on that other show you were on.”
“You are a fan,” Liz said with a smile before taking another sip of her drink. “And I don't doubt that.”
“Care to fill the rest of us in who aren't encyclopedias for your career.?” asked Mick.
“I used to be on a show where I was the lead singer of a rock band.” answered Liz. “Short lived, Songs were crap. But I got to be sarcastic and dress in leather just be a sexy rock chick. I like that fashion. So, not all bad. Fun people to work with too.”
“Yeah, I was a big fan of some of those outfits,” Steve said with a lecherous grin, not even bothering to hide that he was giving her cleavage a good, long look. Liz didn't mind. Just meant that so far, at least one of them was on the same page as her.
“I bet you did.” Liz looked around at the men as she took another sip. Both Mick and Steve were definitely on her wavelength. Andy she couldn't quite read. She found his shyness cute though. That was enough for what she was planning.
She'd never attempted something like this before, three men at once. IT honestly didn't seem too outrageous to her, especially considering some of the stories she'd heard directly from the source for Ariana and Victoria with many more men than three. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had some casual sex on a trip like this. After all, these trips were for her and her alone. She'd had plenty of trysts over the years. Three at once would be a first...but something she had to admit she was curious about. But now, with the hook in the water, it was time to start seeing if these three would take the bait.
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“You guys have any god tour stories?” asked Liz. “I mean I'm not expecting Led Zeppelin or Van Halen level debauchery but young, virile men like yourself have to have something juicy.”
“Well, how juicy are you looking for?” Mick grinned. “And what do we get?”
“You get a story.” Liz answered, finishing off her drink. “Deal?”
“Deal,” said Andy. He was eager, biting at the bait. She had him too.
“Well then boys, let me hear it.” Liz leaned forward, pushing her big tits together and forward, giving Andy a wink when she caught him looking.
“Well, there was a show a couple months ago, right?” Mick began. “Pretty normal, except there was a rowdy group of girls near the bar. It was a bachelorette party of all things. At a dive bar rock show. Unexpected as shit.”
“I'd say so,” agreed Liz. “Continue.”
“Well, they got our attention for sure,” Steve said, taking the narrative up from Mick. “All seven of the girls flashed their tits at us. Andy here turned beet red.”
“Adorable,” Liz said, smiling at the meek man.
“So, anyway,”Mick said,, continuing the story. “We meet the girls backstage. Well, me and Steve do. Andy went to the merch booth.”
“Actually I was sent there,” Andy added.
“Well, there's no merch booth right now,” Liz said.
“Heh, no.” Andy replied, gulping a bit.
“So, the bride to be? Smoking. Incredibly hot. And her friends are kind of urging her on, you know? Going for that “last night as a single woman stuff”. And, well, you know.”
“No, I don't.” Liz replied. “So spill.”
“Well, me and Mick here...we double team her in front of her friends.” Steve grinned, shaking his head. “ I still can't believe it not only happened, but her friends encouraged it.”
“Right out of a damn porno,” Mick added. “Complete with the money shot.”
“Nice,” Liz said, finishing off her drink. “Very nice.”
“Now...um...how about you?” Andy asked. “Your story?”
“My story?” Liz asked. “I think you might have misheard. I said I was going to give a story, not tell you one.” Liz came out from behind the bar and walked up on the stage. She turned to the men and waved them up with her finger. “What were you expecting? A hot and dirty story about me fucking Ariana Grande? Which happened by the way.”
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“Well, that's be nice to hear all about,” Mick said.
“Why hear when you can experience?” Liz asked. “Here's what I'm going to give you. A story to remember. One to tell. All about how you three fucked the hottest woman you've ever had...at the same time.”
“You sure you can handle that?” Steve asked, twirling his drumstick especially fast.
“I think the question is can you boys handle it...isn't it Andy?” Liz gave him another quick wink. “So, you boys in or you out?”
“In,” Mick said, speaking for all of them.
“Good. Now, line up against that row of amps and drop your pants. I want to see what I'm working with.”
The men followed her orders well. Liz liked that. She liked seeing men so ready for what she was offering they deferred to her. Even the lead singer. When they pants were dropped Liz scanned the landscape, and it was good. Not a disappointment in the line up. Nice length, nice girth. Andy's cock was the hardest, ready for her. Cute and eager. He was going to be a lot of fun.
Liz walked over to the men and stopped inches away from them. She looked them all in the eyes then reached her hands for Mick and Steven's cocks, jacking them while Andy awaited some attention in the middle.
“Nice boys, real nice,” said Liz. “This is gonna be fun...I think I'm going to have to start with Andy though. He's already to go.” Liz gave him a soft kiss before letting go of Mick and Steven then descended to her knees.
Andy moaned softly as she took him in her mouth. It fit him perfectly. He was slightly thinner than the other too, but not a rail. It was more of a runner's build. Her was tone, Liz could see it in his legs and feel it as she ran her hands under his shirt. He had a nice little six pack going. Everything on him matched, including the cock in her mouth. Long and surprisingly thick. Not a beer can by any measure, that looked to be Mick, but he had a good missile.
Andy kept his hands behind him, letting Liz completely take over. He was rewarded for that trust.Liz's mouth had a sweet heat to it. She wasn't rushing him. She wasn't trying to push him to pop and sucking his cock liked a depraved backstreet whore. There was a sensuality to every movement, Her tongue didn't slither all over his stalk. It caressed it, massaged it. Her nails lightly tickled and teased at his balls before her hand firmly, but gently grabbed onto his shaft pumping it while her blue eyes gazed up an a very appreciative Andy.
Liz didn't say a word, not to Andy or the other two. Her silence was better than anything she could have said. Besides, Liz wasn't too focused on dirty talk. It didn't fit Andy, at least not yet yet. She circled her thumb gently under his glans before slowly taking him back in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down his thick, hard meat at a sweet and sensual pace.
Just a few moments before Andy would be on the point of no return, Liz stopped, giving Andy a sweet little kiss on the tip of his cock before moving over to Steve on his right. With his hyena-like grin, he was going to be a completely different animal to Andy. Liz liked that.
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“What do you got for me?” she asked, jacking his cock at a bit of a faster pace than Andy. “What do you have, Mr. Big Fan?”
“Why don't you keep that pretty mouth open and find out?” Steve asked. Liz complied, opening her full lips and letting her pink tongue hang out, the perfect little landing pad for Steve javelin of a cock. And once he was in her mouth, he was fucking her face. Not furiously, not like a savage, but like the instrument he played he was definitely keeping a hard steady beat, very impressed with the ease at which Liz took it.
It wasn't Liz's first rodeo by any means. She didn't mind a little facefuck every now and then. She wasn't as submissive as Ariana was, so she could only take so much before getting a bit more active. She started with her eyes, staring daggers of lust into his eyes that became cannonballs, blasting against the walls of his resistance. Then she grasped his his cock and took control of the pace, actually shocking Steve by going harder and faster. The rug had just been pulled out from under him and the look of utter shock and loss of control was an aphrodisiac to Liz like no other. Steve hurriedly pulled out of her mouth, grimacing hard as her squeezed his cock hard, trying to keep from popping. Liz wiped her mouth and blew him a kiss before moving on to Mick.
Mick still held his swagger. His cock was a nice little median between Andy and Steve, though the head was a huge mushroom tip. Those were always fun for Liz. The just felt really good in her mouth and gave her tongue much bigger canvas to work with.
Liz looked up at his face. He was trying to keep his absolute giddiness inside. He was doing a fair job. It was a skill frontmen had to do, keep the cool mystique when they really want to have a beauty queen meltdown when they're excited. The moment those luscious lips wrapped around him he felt that veneer begin to crack.
For the showman Liz provided a show. Her cheeks billowing, rotating her head, eye contact, she gave him the works. She took him from her mouth and pushed his cock up against his stomach, licking the underside to the tip then sucking fiercely on the head. Then Liz moved down to Mick's balls, giving him a very loud and sloppy suckjob on his nuts. It was a visual and tactile treat. Just what Mick wanted. Liz had read him like a book.
Once his work over was done, Liz backed off, a half-smile on her face as she walked past the men to the side of the stage next to another set of amplifiers. The band looked in awe and lustful hunger as she began to strip down, removing her boots, jeans, shirt; all of it shed. There wasn't a need for tease. A tease would have been cute and this wasn't about cute.
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“Next up, you three are going to fuck me,” Liz said. A sexy little grin overcame her. “I'm going to bend over the amp right here and you are going to fuck me one by one...but don't cum. You even feel a tinge like you're going to cum, pull out and let the next guy in. Got it?”
They nodded. Liz licked her lips and looked at mick, crooking her finger in a “come hither” motion. “You first,” she said simply.
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Mick stepped forward, shedding his clothes just as Liz did. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, just the right amount of rough and sweet. They looked at each other, not a word said between them. Mick's lips went towards Liz's while his hard cock was right against her shaved and very wet pussy.
He parted his lips and his tongue came out, Liz did the same. They licked at each other, the action morphing into a full blown kiss. The moment it broke their passion exploded. Mick grabbed Liz by the hips, the siren laughing as she was put into the position she had described just moment earlier, bent over the amp. With one thrust his cock was inside and she let out a loud moan.
“Oh FUCK yes!” Liz said. “Mmmm right there Mick...fuck me...give me that cock just how you want it....”
“You got it,” Mick said, slapping her firm, round ass as he drove in to her cunt. He started fast at first, which Liz was very receptive to. Yelp of “more” and “harder” shot forth from her mouth, hit tits bouncing forward with every thrust and hypnotizing Andy and Steve. Then Mick would change it up, going balls deep inside of her and taking slow and shallow thrusts, almost grinding into her cunt.
“You like this fucking cock,,” he said. There was no question. Mick didn't think for a second otherwise. She loved his cock and he knew it. Fortunately, his ego was right in line with what Liz was feeling. For a frontman Mick was the perfect first fuck of the three. Liz was gasping for air as he pulled every trick he knew on her with flying colors. Mick's showmanship meant great cardio while his guitar work meant her knew a thing or two about finger placement. While his cock worked inside of her his fingers played and pinched Liz's nipples before moving down south dancing on her clit.
“Ohhhh gooood yes...oh fuck yeah Mick,” she growled. The noises coming from her mouth when from exquisite filth to outright cooing and moaning. It matched the tenderness and roughness Mick was putting on display. He didn't just sing rock and roll, he fucked it. From a blistering crowd pleasure to a sensual ballad, her pleasure centers were experiencing it all with his experienced cock.
However, soon his pace increased, and Mick pulled out after getting dangerously close. He was more than willing to keep his word. For nothing else than to find out what Liz had in mind to get them all off.
As he pulled out Liz rose up, turning her face to her side. Mick smiled moving forward and giving Liz a kiss. His cock twitched as she sucked on his tongue before it broke. Then her attention turned to Steven.
“You're up, drummer boy,” Said Liz, her eager smile just throwing gas on the fire. She knew exactly what Steve was going to do. If he he had facefucked her wasn't clue enough, he was a drummer. Drummer's don't like a simple, slow beat. Ballads and love songs bore them to tears. Liz knew enough to know that. They loved to cut loose, have a fast and furious beat. The moment Steve's cock entered her, Liz took hold of the amp because it was going to be a bumpy ride.
Steve took no time in building his rhythm. Fast, furious, maybe even a little ruthless. He gripped her hip with one hand and her shoulder with another, ramming her and pulling Liz into him with every hard pound of his cock. Liz was loving every moment of it. She loved it when a man would take charge like this, usually, even the most take charge kind of guys she'd fucked would let her take the wheel. She was confident and knew what she wanted, especially in the bedroom. And she loved being that way. However, whenever she stumbled across a man who not only wanted the captain's seat but took it she was all too happy to let herself be ravaged.
“Yeah....fuck it Stevie...take it...oh fuck don't you fucking stop...harder....HARDER!” Liz yelled. Steve was all for that. Both of his hands moved to her hips, one of them smackng her pale ass before grabbing on tight. Liz braced herself on the amp, pushing back against his thrusts. She could only imagine how hot this looked to the other men.
It was hotter than she could have imagined. Both Mick and Andy were entranced by the sit. The hard, urgent thrusts of Steve making Liz's amazing tits bounce back and forth, a hypnotizing motion only made more enticing by the look of intense pleasure on Liz's face as encouraging yells of filth fell from her mouth.
But Steve's turn wasn't mean to last forever. Liz gave the word and after few more, especially hard thrusts, he was out. Now it was Andy's turn. Liz turned around, signalling him it was his turn. She got a genuine, but still very eager, smile in return as he came towards her. He had totally stripped down, matching her. Once he got close enough Liz began to turn around, but he softly grabbed her shoulder, pausing her.
“Um...well...actually...could you be facing me?” he asked. It was enough to make Liz blush, even in her current position.
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“No problem,” she said, turning back around to face him and hopping on top of the the amp. Her legs were open and inviting. Andy took the invitation and Liz closed her legs around him, locking her ankles at his ass.
Andy moved his cock to her opening, ready to go forward. Before he could though, Liz brought her lips to his ear. “Romantic type, huh? And I thought I was the passionate one” she whispered. “I like that.” Liz moved her lips to his, kissing him as he entered her cunt.
Right away Liz could tell a world of difference between Andy and his bandmates. He was tender, sweet, thoughtful. He savored Liz. Her scent, smelling her perfume in on her body, taste the flesh of her neck and breasts. He did grab and maul, he caressed and massaged. His thrusts weren't jackhammers. He went deep, slow, and worked himself to get every nook and cranny of her velvet cave.
Her blue eyes looked deep in his. There was a different kind of passion. He couldn't keep his lips from hers and held Liz close as he slowly increased his tempo. He still managed to do it, licking and kissing her neck, even leaving a playful nibble on it before going lower to her breasts.
Liz gulped for air before letting out a low, satisfied moan. Not a grunt, not a scream, just a tone of pure satisfaction. She could tell that Andy was the kind of bass player who was the one behind the band. He wrote the songs. Music, lyrics, all of it. She'd fucked enough songwriters to know the tell tale signs and Andy showed them all. He paid attention to every detail, every different tone her voice took with every thrust into her. While she hadn't minded the more urgent treatment of Steve or the flashy moves of Mick, there was something to be said for a man who wanted to make her feel as good as he was feeling.
He pulled Liz tight as he began to increase his pace, the two smiling sweetly at each other. But all that sweet soon gave away to scorching heat, Liz beginning to give back to Andy, both with her body and her words.
“Your cock feels so good in me Andy,” she said. “Mmmm I don't want you to stop...feels so good in me...I want you too keep fucking me baby...slow...deep....all of it...” Andy silenced her with a kiss, the two moaning into each others mouth as he went a little faster now. He pulled Liz close, her full, heaving tits pressed against his chest.
“Don't cum,” Liz said. “Mmm promise me baby....I'll make it worth your while but don't cum...”
“Nnng...okay,” he groaned. “Real close though.”
"Pull out then,” Liz sweetly said. “Pull out of me Andy.” She gave him a soft kiss and unlocked her ankles, letting him hesitantly pull free. She gave him a sweetly sinful look before widening her attention to include the other tow men.
“Well, here's what's next,” she said. “Stevie, how about you lay down so I can ride that nice cock of yours. Andy, Mick...you get right in front of me so I can suck those delicious cocks of yours.”
It didn't take long for Steve to get in position, laying down with that hyena grin of his on full display, waiting to once again feel the hot and wet goodness of Liz's pussy once more. He didn't have to wait too long. Mere moments after he was in position, so was Liz. She lowered herself onto his cock, sheathing his sword while Mick and Andy got in position as well. Once she was in to the hilt, she began to built a rhythm. Her own rhythm. Now Steve was was going to be at her mercy.
Just like he had with her, Liz built up a fast rhythm, riding his cock like she was a rodeo all star.
“Holy FUCK!” Steve howled, holding on to her hips like a desperate man. He couldn't take control now if he wanted too. Liz was full on fucking him now and the view was spectacular. She really was a classic beauty. She had class and filth mixed in together in a perfect blend. A walking sex goddess with tits like no other. Hell, her whole body was pretty much perfection.
It was a sight they all beheld with a certain amount of awe. For Mick and Andy, watching Liz was really like watching a goddess at work. Watching her fuck and grind on Steve's cock was almost as much fun as being the one in Steve's place...almost. Watching her grind those hip, her tits bounce and sway and that face get completely lust drunk was something else. Then those blue eyes locked on them.
“What are you boys waiting for?” she asked. “Bring me those cocks.”
Both of them came forward and Liz went for the first one that got within range of her skilled hand, which was Mick. She pumped him a few times then took him into her mouth, devouring his cock and taking it to the root in one swipe. Even with that going one, she grasped Andy's cock and jerked him. After sucking on Mick was done she moved to Andy, blowing him a quick kiss before sucking him off as well.
It went like that for a bit. Her mouth going back and forth between mick and Andy, sometimes stuff them both in her mouth at once while she rode Steve's throbbing member. But still, she knew there was another step to be taken. It was just question of who would suggest it. Luckily there Mick, ready and willing to give Liz what she waiting for.
“No offense Liz....but I think I might be in the mood for something a bit more than your incredibly skilled mouth,” said Mick. “Whatever are we to do about that?”
“Last time I checked my pussy wasn't the only venue available,” Liz said, her smile rivaling Steve's own grin.
Mick chuckled a bit before moving around to Liz's backside, the curvy starlet slowing down her ride long enough for him to enter her tight little asshole. Just before Mick id so, Liz gave Andy a look. “Looks like you're going to have my mouth all to your self again,” she said, licking the tip of his dick. “And who knows...maybe later you'll just plan have me all to yourself, sweetie.” She took his cock head in her mouth, giving it a soft suck just as Mick began to press his mushroom head right against her back door.
Liz let Andy's cock drop from her mouth as she froze and place. Steven continued to thrust into her, but a bit softer. He still wasn't the tender type but he was more than aware it wasn't exactly easy to take a cock up his ass. It was one of the reasons he preferred pussy. NO fuss, no muss. Didn't mean he'd pass up on a DP though, especially not with Liz Gillies.
It took a bit to get himself in, but slowly but surely and with a lot of playing with Liz's clit, Mick worked his cock inside her asshole. While this was going on, Andy was caressing her face gentle, Liz sucking and softly biting on his thumb. He was definitely getting her hotel room number...and maybe her phone number.
“How you feeling?” Mick said, slowly beginning to pump in her ass.
“Mmm just like that,” Liz grunted. “Mmmm both of you fuck me...fucking take my holes....oh my god I'm so fucking full....”
With that green light the men truly began to go full blast, getting into a steady rhythm quickly. With Mick behind her, smacking her ass as he fucked it and Steven's hands going to her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples. It was a wonderful bit of sensory overload for Liz, pushing her closer and closer to her end...but she wasn't ready for it quite yet.
Just like with her pussy, Mick alternated between hard and fast and deep penetration. “So fucking hot,” he growled, gripped her ass. “You're fucking beyond belief baby...hottest fuck...good fucking god....”
“Yeah baby...give it to me....,” she growled. “Both of you fuck me...hard...just fucking give it to me...GIVE IT TO ME!”
The men turned up the heat a great deal, Liz's moans and yelps of pleasure cracking at times, breaking like a speedboat motor with every thrust. And while her pussy and asshole were being delightfully ravaged, she still managed to give some attention to Andy's cock, sucking, jacking like a spitfire but never completely losing the tender touch for him. One look of her icey blue eyes and Andy knew she was going to finish him off with her mouth.
“Mmm boys...how about a switch up?” Liz suggested. “How about Andy gets a turn in that ass? Unless Stevie here wants his own ride.”
“I think I'm fine right where I am honey,” he said, grabbing her head and pulling her to his face for a savage kiss, Liz biting his lip a bit as it broke.
“Fair's fair,” Mick said. Truth be told he wasn't one hundred percent abandoning Liz's heavenly ass, but he wasn't about to make a fuss. They were all having too good of a time for that. With a few more pumps he pulled out, leaving her hole free and clear for Andy.
Before the bass player made his way to the promised land, his kissed Liz one more time. It was sweet, which was turning out to be Andy all over.
“Have fun baby,” she said. “This is the last ride.” With that Andy got behind her and Mick took his place in front.
“Last ride?” Mick said. “All the way home, huh?”
“If you boys can handle it?” said a grinning Liz, sucking his cock fresh from her ass into her mouth.
As Mick was getting a little ATM action, Andy got in position. Even though the field had already been plowed, he took it slow and gentle entering her backside. Liz moaned on Mick's dick as she was filled once again.
Just like when he fucked her o the amp, there was a sweet tenderness to Andy's sodomy, kissing her shoulder blade and burying his face in her neck and hair as he began to build up the pace. If he was alone with Liz it'd be a different story. He knew however that Steve wasn't one for slow and tender. He wasn't going to full on pound Liz's asshole but he was going to go a little bit faster than he would have.
Liz didn't remotely mind. The rhythm was perfect. Not the blazing speed as before, but just enough. It was a love song of debauchery in a way. Andy laying down a bass groove for everyone else too follow. He went deep in her ass, holding her close and he made quick, shallow pumps into her as Steven thrust up inside of her. All while Mick enjoyed her mouth.
Andy brushed Liz's hair away from her neck, kissing her moist, sweaty flesh while his hands reached around to grab her breasts. His pace was much faster now, he was too lost in the moment. But that sweetness was still there.
“You're so beautiful,” Andy whispered to Liz in gulps of air. “So...mmm..so damn beautiful...”
“Mmm I like that baby,” Liz said between grunts. “Mmmmm beautiful...gonna write a song for me...all about your beautiful harlot?”
“Nnnn yess...oh fuck....” Andy growled.
“Sounds like you're gonna cum....then do it Andy...fill me up....” Liz turned her gaze to Mick. “That goes for all of you...fucking cum...cum just for me...fuck do it...I'm gonna cum and I need you boys to cum for me like I'm cumming for you....oh fuuuuuckkkkk....”
Seeing the beginning of Liz's rogasm triggered Andy's. With a soft growl her pulled Liz tight to him, filling her ass with cum right as Liz began to cum herself, her tight asshole clamping tight on Andy's dick.
While those two were wrapped up in those sensations, passionately kissing each other in the heat of pleasure, Steve thrust one last time up into Liz, filling her pussy with his jizz as his eyes rolled back in his head. Steven's body shivered with intense pleasure as his filled up Liz's spectacular cunt, thrusting through the pleasure until he went soft.
Andy soon followed with his dick softening and slipping out of Liz's well fucked ass. The two kissed one last time, Liz knowing she was going have a lot more fun with Andy as her weekend went on. But first, Mick was ready to blow.
Once she had gotten off of Steve, he and Andy went to the side, watching as Liz sucked Mick to his completion.
It was fast, furious with Liz in complete control. Sucking, teasing, licking, all working him up to the point where he was going to pop like a champagne bottle.
“Yeah...fucking finish hat trick Mick,” Liz said, her voice full of confidence. She wasn't making a request, she was demanding it as she furiously jacked his cock. “Come on...give me a fucking rnore...your buddies already filled me with cum...now you need to cover me in it...fucking do it...NOW!”
Mick grabbed his cock away from Liz and fired on her face, long ropes of thick white cum covering her face as she laughed.
“Yessss!,” she hissed. “Mmm so fucking warm...don't stop...every last fucking drop!” Liz stuck her tongue out, Mick resting his still spewing spear on it as those thick ropes slowed to down firing a littile bit more onto the pink surface before slowing to a dribble. Then, Liz closed her mouth around it, sucking a last few drops out before pulling off with a pop.
The room fell into a stunned silence between the four of them. The smell of sex was in the air and more than a few traces of it were left on the stage in a mix of sweat and cum.
“Well...that was something,” Liz said with a laugh, cleaning the cum from her face and body with her fingers. “Andy, would you be a dear and get me one of those bar towels?”
Andy did in a flash, rushing to the stage as he was buckling his pants up.
“Thanks love,” she said with a wink. “You boys certainly made my weekend.”
“Feeling's very mutual babe,” Steven said, zipping his pants for punctuation.
“Think you guys can get em into this little anniversary party you're playing? I mean you boys took care of my afternoon but my night's still open.”
“I think we can make it work,” Mick said with a grin.
“Excellent.” Liz grabbed her clothes and put them on. No flash to it at all. Before she left she kissed Mick on the cheek. Then Steven. Then for Andy, a full on the lips kiss with a whisper in his ear when Liz gave him her room number.
As she left the ballroom, Liz new the moment she was done with her shower, which she definitely was taking the moment she made it to her room, she was going to pass out for a few hours. After all this, what else was a relaxing weekend for?
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All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Jukebox Collection: Lick It Up
Starring Sabrina Carpenter
(MF, Oral)
by MaxwellLord
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No one ever kept New Year's Resolutions. It was a fact that not even Sabrina Carpenter could ignore. She'd dropped more than a few herself. However, as the new year approached this time around, Sabrina believed she finally cracked the code.
In her eyes, the problem was simple. People aimed beyond their means. People should of course have dreams. She was living a pretty damn improbable one. But what made it feasible was her passion for music. She made her dreams come true because of the passion behind them. But most resolutions? People really didn't have passion behind them. They were, at best, pipe dreams with no real thought put behind them. She'd fallen prey to this, as had almost everyone she knew.
However, Sabrina had the cure all for that. Do something she had some passion behind. And that she had. Sabrina resolved to be more adventurous. More impulsive. More forward. And while that sounded vague to the people she told about it, she kept the focus to herself. She was going to be all of those things. More adventurous. More impulsive. More forward. And all in a sexual way.
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Now, this didn't mean Sabrina was going to fuck every guy she took a shine to. Far from it. However, what it did mean was if she felt an urge, a craving to do something anytime, anywhere she wasn't going to ignore it. She was going to partake. But it had to be a real desire, not just a flight of fancy. And Sabrina could tell the difference. Real desire had heat to it. There was a reason some desire was called burning, after all.
And that burning desire was what Sabrina felt that day at the studio. She wasn't really there to record anything. She was just there to maybe come up with an idea. If anything the studio had become a place to hang out. On these days she would go from room to room or walk the halls. In each room she'd marvel at all the different instruments. Most people she knew would bring their own, but the studio still had some stand-bys. Drum sets, pianos, synthesizers and the occasional guitars and bass of both the electric and acoustic varieties.
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As Sabrina walked those halls she looked at the photos and posters on the wall of all the people who had set foot in the building and recorded, herself included. It was always great to see all the legends who preceded her hung up on the wall, especially since now she had that too.
To most people she bumped into, it seemed like she was just wandering around. Sabrina though did have a destination locked in. She was heading to the "rehearsal room". It was less a real space for rehearsals and more a storage room made into a makeshift practice space by various bands and musicians over the years. At this point the studio had more then one, but since this was the first, it go t the distinction of being THE Rehearsal Room.
Sabrina was heading there to meet up with Jay. He was a guitarist who had done some studio work with her before. Not too much, but enough to make an impression on Sabrina. And it was truly a big impression. He had a classic rock star swagger to him that drew every woman in, and it did wonders on Sabrina. He flirted without flirting, a wolf looking at the lambs in front of him, knowing he could have his pick of the herd.
However, Sabrina was never one of those picks. It didn't stop her from thinking about it though. How he would feel inside her. How he'd make her cum. How she'd make him cum.
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That thought kept coming back to her mind. How she'd make him cum. So many thought entered Sabrina's head on that matter, especially with all the research she'd done. That research of course being more than a few trips to PornHub in her spare time.
Now, Sabrina wasn't totally inexperienced. She'd had sex before and, if her lovers were any kind of critics to go by, she wasn't half bad at it. Still, what could she say, she liked to watch people fuck. There was no shame in it. There was just something inherently hot about watching people fuck. She'd even garnered some favorites. Tori Black, Julia Ann, Kagney Linn Karter, Asa Akira, and Jenna Haze. Sabrina had a particular thing for Jenna Haze. Why? Because Jenna Haze could suck a cock like few others. Which was kind of how Sabrina learned she loved to suck cock.
It wasn't like she could get off on it, not all the time. But nothing, nothing got her primed like blowing the man she was going to fuck. Or even blowing them to completion, that was also intense for Sabrina. And she had taken more than a few pointers from watching Ms. Haze. Dirty talk, eye contact, but all with her own spin.
Jay was going to be the recipient of that spin. Sabrina wasn't going to fuck him. He hadn't earned that. That was his payback at least for always looking her over and then looking her over after than. She was far from egotistical, but Sabrina knew he wanted to fuck her. He just hadn't. She was going to find out why, all while giving him one hell of a blowjob. Just a taste of what he could have.
Of course, that wasn't why Jay was meeting her. He thought it was going to be a quick little brainstorming session. Songwriting and all of that. He'd gotten in a few credits on albums in the past and it was a nice little addition to his income. Sabrina was pretty confident an knee-shaking orgasm though would be a good substitute. Besides, she'd never met a guy who thought a surprise suckjob was anything less than an amazing time.
So when Sabrina turned the corner into the rehearsal room, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There the sexy little pixie was, a spring in her step, a smile on her face and looking as delectable as ever in those tight jeans. Jay definitely had a thing for Sabrina on a purely physical basis. However, before he got around to laying pipe, he liked to get to know them just a bit. Not enough to be anything serious, but just enough to get a little something more out of them once he got them in bed. Sabrina...he knew her name and that he wanted to fuck her. This little songwriting session was going to be his perfect in.
He sat on the black vinyl couch like it was the king of the world. Sabrina was going to be putty in his hands.
"Hiya Jay," Sabrina said, her voice chipper, upbeat and concealing her intention well. It was going to be a lot more fun for her that way...and probably Jay as well. "How's it going on this fine Thursday morning?"
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"It's 11:30." Jay replied.
"Before noon," said Sabrina. "Still counts. Mornings are more then early sunrises and cock-a-doodle doos."
"Fair enough." Jay nodded, shifting a bit on the couch as he gave her petite body a look over. And despite how subtle he made tried to make it, it was blatantly obvious to Sabrina. He definitely wanted her. This was going to be easier than she thought. "So, we're doing a little brainstorming session?"
"Well...kinda," Sabrina said with a grin, playfully wringing her hands. "But not...really."
"Wait, what?" Jay asked. "Then why am I here."
"Oh, that's simple. I'm gonna suck your cock."
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"Huh?" Jay choked on his on saliva. That had sideswiped him. He'd had women be upfront with him, but not this upfront and blunt. And not this soon. With two sentences Sabrina had thrown him off his game and she loved it.
"I don't know anyway I could make it clearer," Sabrina said, walking closer to the couch. Then she paused. "Well, you know, I kinda lied there. I do know how to make it crystal clear."
Sabrina got down on her hands and knees, crawling over to a stunned silent Jay. He was finally able to gain some sort of sense back when she had crawled to his knees, rising up and running her hands up his thighs to his fly.
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"Whoa there," He said. "Look, I appreciate the offer, but I...I kind of like to get to know a woman a little before I do anything with her."
"That's nice," Sabrina said, unbuckling his belt. "I mean I don't really care right now but that's nice. Besides, I don't want to wait till you know me better. I just want to suck your cock. I've waited plenty to at least get that."
"Okay...yeah...honestly can't disagree with that logic. Totally slept on you instead of sleeping with you Shortstack. But you know, taking that into consideration...maybe we should save all this for later? Have a more time for each other? A blowjob...fun...but not a lot of time."
"Nice offer, but no...you're gonna see what you could get before you get it. Besides, let's just be glad for the time together. I know I'm gonna enjoy it."
That's when his zipper came down. At that point, Jay realized he was not only fighting a losing battle, but a stupid one. No one in their right mind would turn down a guilt-free blowjob from a beauty like Sabrina Carpenter, so he decided to go with it. Hardly the toughest decision he ever made. Still, when he looked to the door to the room shut but not locked, there was one thing he needed to do.
"At least let me close the door," he said, but was quickly stopped when her felt Sabrina's hand gentle grasp his cock, pulling it from his now-open fly.
"Nah,” she said with a wicked little grin. "No one's coming in. Besides, so what if they did? What are they gonna do, arrest us? It ain't a crime to be good to yourself. Besides, this is probably the least scandalous thing to happen in this building."
Once more, Sabrina hit him hard with some logic. And with that, Jay did something he rarely did. He turned the wheel over to Sabrina. If she wanted to suck his cock, then he had no problem letting her take over completely.
Sabrina tugged his pants down to just under his hips, giving her just the room she needed to work with. She grasped penis in her hands, squeezing it ever so softly as she examined the hard pole.
“Very nice,” said Sabrina. She wrapped her hand around his cock completely, her thumb and middle fingers barely touching. “You know, some women love length in a dick. I'm not one of them. Thick? That's the gold star. Works on every woman, no matter the size. Which I'm guessing you experienced more than a couple times.”
“Well, I don't want to brag...” said Jay.
“Then don't.” Sabrina replied. “I don't mean to be rude, but if anyone's going to brag, it should be me with what I'm about to do to you...but I think I have a much better way of doing that with my mouth than talking.”
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Sabrina moved her face closer to Jay's cock, lightly brushing the mushroom head against her cheek as she moved close to the base. She extended her tongue, softly caressing the root of the stalk with her tongue before placing a kiss there. Sabrina slowly licked her her way up his thick pole back to the tip, her mouth open. Then she looked up at Jay and gave him a seductive wink before licking her way down the other side of his cock and back to the base.
She did this a few more times, addling sloppy kisses along the way before deciding to finally wrap her lips around that bulbous head, Jay moaning in pleasure and gratitude at the sensation. That was what Sabrina like about sucking cock. The reaction. The positive affirmation in what she was doing to them. The way they moaned, the words they said(if they could form them at all), how their bodies reacted. All from a few skilled movements of her mouth, tongue and sometimes hands.
Jay was doing all of that and more. The only thing he did with his hands was hold her golden hair back as she sucked him. He wanted to see that gorgeous face full of honey-sweet sugar and habenero-hot spice work his pole. It really was a site to see. Something about how those lips looked going up and down his length, how her cheeks billowed and how those beautiful blue eyes of hers added lyrics to the music of pleasure her mouth brought to the table.
And Sabrina was truly a skilled conductor. Her tongue moved along his length like a figure skater, graceful and skilled while slicing through with blades of pleasure as her mouth worked up and down his throbbing cock.
Sabrina removed her mouth from Jay's cock but it wasn't unoccupied for long before she moved her mouth just a bit and started sucking on his balls, full of cum and waiting for that final release. And with her mouth occupied by Jay's orbs, Sabrina's delicate hands worked some mastery on his cock. She jacked him a it, but almost all of that attention went to focused on the bell-end of his prick, tickling and caressing the glans and making Jay feel closer to the brink than ever. Music to Sabrina's ears that made her soaking wet.
And while Sabrina and Jay were both having a grand old time, Jay's balls weren't where Sabrina wanted this to end. She brought her wonderful lips back to the tip of Jay's cock, kissing it before pressing down and letting the thick stalk fill her mouth once more.
“Holy SHIT!” Jay yelled. Everything Sabrina was doing had been turned up to eleven. Faster, more urgent and with every last bit of detail she had before. One hand on his balls and the other under her jeans fingering her pussy, Jay's cock was being handled by her mouth and and it was nothing short of perfection.
His cock pulsed and throbbed in Sabrina's hot and skilled mouth. He was going to pp at any second. But before he did, Sabrina wanted to make sure he knew exactly how this was going to end. She removed her mouth from his cock with a succulent pop.
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“Now Jay, here's what's going to happen,” Sabrina said, pumping just the head of his cock. “I'm going to keep sucking this wonderful dick of yours and in return, you're going to cum in my mouth and I'm going to swallow every fucking drop. 'Kay?”
The way she asked, especially with that sinfully bubbly 'Kay at the end was enough to rock Jay's world. It wrecked it him so much all he could get out to reply to Sabrina was a weakly croaked “Uh-huh.”
“Mmmm, gonna swallow that cum,” she teased before taking that cock back in her mouth, ready to send him off and feel that warm sperm fill her mouth and maybe get a little magic herself.
Sabrina's pace became fast and merciless. It was nothing short of sweet torture when she would pause and give some special attention to the crown of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head and stopping right under it, her tongue swiftly licking and sending jolts of electric heat through his body before resuming her ruthless pace.
“Oh fuck cumming!” Jay announced. His body tensed then melted as his pleasure pulsed out in ropes of cum into Sabrina's mouth.
The blonde pixie moaned as every stream filled her mouth, swallowing the jizz in big gulps and refusing to let the ta free of her mouth until it ran dry. A few times her sweet mouth got overflowed by the sheer volume of cum and it leaked it from the tight seal of her lips, sliding down Jay's cock. Of course that leak might have had something to do with the little orgasm she gave her self, moaning on his cock and letting that precious fluid slip from her mouth a bit.
When the final shot dribbled from his cock, Sabrina gave the tip one last lick before removing her mouth, showing off it's emptiness.
“All done,” she said, with a sensual pride. “Well, almost.” She moved her head back to his cock, licking up the cum that had spilled out onto it and his thighs. When it was done, she rose up once more, licking her lips. “Okay, now I'm all done.”
Jay looked at Sabrina, dazed in the afterglow of his orgasm. He was stunned at her being just as perky and energetic now. She never let that energy go. Him? He was wrecked. “So...what's next?” he asked.
“Well, I'm probably going to go get some lunch or something,” Sabrina said, a matter-of-fact tone to her voice. “As for this? Well...next time you're looking for a one night stand, don't forget this. You don't need to wait for on invitation. You've got a standing one.”
With that, Sabrina blew him a kiss and walked out the door. Keeping this New Year's Resolution was going to be a blast.
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All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Jukebox Collection: Always
Starring Lili Reinhart
(MF, Oral, Cons)
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"I really needed this," Lili said as the hot water cascaded over her body from the shower spout. She loved going back home to see her family, but being an aunt to some really excitable little ones led to more exhaustion than she bargained for no matter how many times she'd thought she was prepared.
Now that things had finally quieted down it was time for a bit of relaxation. While she would have preferred a long bath, a nice hot shower was more than acceptable. As that hot water ran down her exhausted body, her mind began to think about who else she was going to see while she was in town. There were a couple old friends she always saw, but then that name always entered her head. A name attached to a face that she'd avoided so far. Austin.
He was her first love. That first, real deal love. There were way more positive thoughts than there were negative. His smile, his laugh and how he always knew how to make her do the exact same thing. They just meshed in away she usually didn't. And maybe never had, considering how her most recent relationship ended.
But that was the rub, wasn't it? She and Austin had broken up as well. It wasn't even a bad break-up. It didn't end with a huge blow out fight full of screaming and names called that could never be taken back. It just ended. She went to California and he let her go without a peep. That was what hurt. That something that was so full of that raw, primal affection of first love could end with a whimper. Anger she could forgive, but nothing? Nothing was unforgivable.
Still, he was always present in her mind whenever she came back to Cleveland. Or even when she was in her apartment. And at work too. They'd both achieved so much since they'd parted. She'd hit it big. She was a paid actress with a steady job and was actually having a book of her poetry published. Austin had opened a restaurant. Not just any restaurant, but the one of his dream. A classic style diner with his own menu of standards and experimental fare. Lili had to smile when she thought of it. On Riverdale a lot of her time was spent in a fake classical diner and the man she once thought of as the love of her life ran something similar.
Would it really be so bad seeing him again? she asked herself. Sometimes she even thought she was being petty about the whole thing. It'd been years. She was mulling over something she'd already made up her mind about.
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The McFly Diner. That's what the sign said in big pink neon lights. It was a tip of the hat to Austin's favorite movie and a hint to the kind of food he served at his diner. Classic but always with a look back to the future. Lili smiled to herself as the flashing pink light shined in front of her. She checked out her reflection quickly in the glass door in front of her before stepping in. She had gotten dressed rather quick. Her hair was dry enough and the simple t-shirt and jeans combo she put on looked fine. She wasn't dressing to impress but she still didn't want to look sloppy. However, she also knew that right now she was just delaying the inevitable. It'd been too long. She took a deep breath and open the door.
When she stepped in it was exactly what he would have expected from Austin. The interior was somehow more garish than the decor of a TGI Fridays but somehow lesser because ti wasn't a bunch of corporately styled attempts to look random and cool. Posters from films and musicians from the 50's to the current date. A trophy rack full of famous toys. Video game artwork. All placed in such a way to look completely random, but if you knew Austin like Lili did you could see that it was all very deliberately and diligently designed.
Lili looked over those walls and the booths, smiling at the filled booths. The place wasn't crazy busy but it was fairly hopping for a Tuesday night. She looked at a wall divided into two sections. One almost filled to the brim with pictures all under the label of "Food Fails" and the next section, far less populated under the heading of "Gods of Grub". The alliteration made Lili chuckle a bit. This was one of the things Austin had used to get the attention of the travel and food shows she'd seen him on. The Gigantor Sandwich. Finish it and you get a t-shirt and your picture on the wall of fame. It was a typical ploy, but the taste seemed to be what kept people coming back.
"What are you doing here?" a familiar voice asked. Lili turned around to see that voice's owner, Dwayne, Austin's older brother, standing behind her. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't too happy to see her.
"Hi Dwayne," Lili said. She turned around to see his usual, grim demeanor. He resembled Austin a great deal. He was much taller though, and Austin's deep brown eyes swapped out for fierce blues among other differences. "Good to see you."
"Can't say I feel the same." he replied. "Since I don't have much else to say to you, what are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd finally check this place out."
"Yeah, finally certainly is the right word. You know, whenever you come back we always hear about it. You always seem to skip seeing Austin again."
"Well, that's obviously not the case right now is it?" said Lili. "I actually came to see him. He in?"
"Maybe he is, maybe he isn't." Dwayne answered. "I personally think you should go."
"Look, Dwayne, I didn't come here to start anything. I just...I wanted to see him."
"Well as his older brother I don't want you to. And as the co-owner of this place, I think I'm going to have to say you have to leave."
Lili shrugged and breathed deep. She didn't want to cause a scene and was ready to leave when Austin came out from the back and stopped in his tracks when his eyes fell on the beautiful blonde blast from his past.
"Lili?" he asked, stopping right in his tracks.
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"Hi Austin," she said, her smile drawing him in just as the slightest hint of his was drawing her. "Just...wanted to say hi."
"Oh...yeah...anything else?" he asked.
"Well, thought we could talk a bit."
"Of course," he said, finally making his way to where she and his brother stood. He took her hand and memories came rushing back for them both. "Dwayne, you think you can handle it out front for a bit?"
"Yeah, sure." Dwayne replied. He wasn't too pleased about it, but his brother was an adult and could make his own awful decisions.
"Great." He looked to Lili, struggling not to have word vomit come spewing from his mouth. "Let's go talk in the back."
Lili followed him to the back of the house into a storeroom that was connected to his office.
Once they were alone, their party was crashed by a group of butterflies that took up residence in both of their stomachs.
"It's good to see you," Austin said. "It's...it's been a while."
"Yeah," Lili nervously said. "Sorry about that."
"Eh, don't be. It's not a big deal."
"It is to your brother."
"Well, you know Dwayne. Despite the grammatical impossibility he believes you can't spell overprotective with out his name."
That got a laugh out of Lili, which gave Austin a bit of a rush. "It's really good to see you," she said. "Sorry it took so long to. But you're dong great, huh? Getting on all those travel shows and stuff."
"You saw those?" Austin asked, a little embarrassed.
"Yep. It was so great. You really did it. I'm...I'm really proud of you."
"Really? I mean...thanks. I didn't do it on my own though. No bank in their right mind would give a kin in his early twenties a business loan, especially for a restaurant. Double that when you factor in I had no kind of business experience they liked or even a degree. I couldn't have done it without Dwayne's back-up."
"I'll concede that," admitted Lili. "But I remember when you were talking about something like this all the way in junior high. The dream is yours and you got it. Office and all."
"Yeah, I guess I did," he said, leaning against a shelf of assorted condiments and supplies. "I'd actually love to show it to you but we actually just had them painted. Been using the break rooms for offices. That or doing the business side of things from our houses."
"I bet it looks great," Lili said.
"You hit it pretty big yourself. Actress, author...and beautiful as ever." Lili nodded, trying to contain her smile. "Sorry that slipped. Didn't mean to embarrass you."
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"You didn't."
"Good." The two were silent for a bit, until Austin was left with no other choice but to address the elephant in the store room. "So what brings you here...finally?"
"Finally?" she asked.
"Well, you come back a lot. Haven't seen you until now. I know some of that is on me. But it's not like I'm hard to find when my business is shown on television."
"Well, to answer the first part...I just...I wanted to see you. It had been too long, which dovetails into the second part. I...I really didn't know what I was going to say to you.I honestly didn't know tonight either. You kind of took care of that though. It was just...I needed to ask you some things."
"Like what?"
Lili began to pace. She'd come this far, why was she sputtering now. "It's not the easiest thing to ask."
"If it's any consolation that means it probably won't be the easiest thing to answer."
Lili chuckled. "Can't argue with that logic." She breathed deep. Now or never. "Why didn't you fight for me?"
"Wait, what?" he asked.
"When I left for California, why didn't you, you know...try to make us last?"
"What, you mean like come with you? Try to make you give your dream and stay with me? Why would I do that?"
"It would have been nice to have something. Instead it was just so easy for you!"
"Easy? are you nuts? I never got over you Lili! I love you and I thought letting you go was the right thing to do. Is that why you didn't even call me once all the times you've been back? Spurned because I tried to do a clean break? Because I didn't guilt trip you? What finally got in your head this time to talk to me about this instead of doing it years ago? Or, you know, maybe before you left town?"
"Look...I just just ended a relationship, and that ended with a whimper and...I don't know...I just needed to know...I don't know. I needed to talk to someone and the only name that even came to mind was you. Your name came to my mind so much these past few years. A lot. I wanted to talk to you, see you so much. I...I don't know I thought it'd be so awkward...and I was right. I didn't come here to fight. And it looks like that's where we're heading. So..I'll go. I'm sorry. It really was good seeing you."
Lili turned to go but was stopped when Austin reached out, softly grabbing her forearm. "Don't go," he said. He moved past her to lock the door, then turned back around. The heat was on and the moment the pair kissed the fire ignited.
Austin pressed Lili against the wall, the blonde moaning into his mouth as his hands reacquainted themselves with her amazing body. Her stomach, her luscious breasts under her t-shirt and finally her ass, squeezing the apple bottom through the denim of her jeans.
Lili and Austin had a brief moment of silence after the kiss broke, then Lili broke that silence with two words, "Fuck me."
As Austin was under her spell Lili shook off her jacket and took off her white t-shirt. With no bra underneath, Austin had no obstacle to his instincts.He reached his hand out, cupping the pair of tits he hadn't felt in so long.
"Well, that's certainly better than memory," he said.
"Mmmm absence makes the heart grow fonder?" she teasingly asked. "I wonder what else feels even better than memory..." Lili took his hand and brought to her lips, sucking his fingers, rolling her tongue over the digits before taking them out and guiding him down her waist to her jeans.
From their Austin took the lead, sliding his hand under her jeans and underwear to her waiting slit.
"Mmph," Lili grunted as his fingers entered her. "Oh Austin...oh just like that....mmmmm..."
With his fingers inside of her his mouth went her tits, reacquainting himself a little closer with her breasts before returning to her mouth.
Though his hand was the only one busy. Lili's was at his crotch, rubbing his bulge through his pants before clasping the zipper between her fingers and pull it down. From there her hand followed the current and reached inside his pants and grasped his cock, already hardening in her smooth hand.
That was the biggest green light Austin had ever experienced. "You said you wanted to be fucked, right Lils?"
"Mmm hmmmm....," she moaned from sealed lips. "Fuck me Austin."
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Lili let out a laugh when Austin spun her around and bent her over some boxes. The laughter turned into a soft sigh of pleasure when she felt his lips at her neck and his hands around her, cupping her breasts for a brief moment before moving down to her jeans, pulling them do. She straightened up just for a moment to let them fall to her ankles.
Lili looked over her shoulder at Austin and winked at him. She knew all too well what she could do to him with a look. And the moment she felt his cock enter her pussy, she knew she'd done it.
"Mmm you were damn right about things being better than memory," she said. "So much better...."
Austin had on hand on her hip the other around her waist. His face was still at her neck, breathing in her scent as her thrust into her. He was wordless, too focused on making up for lost time. That didn't bother Lili. She could feel how much he desired her with every touch and thrust. Deep, needing, but never too rough. A fierce tenderness.
"Feels...feels so good Austin...mmmm missed this...missed you...too long...much too long...baby yes..."
Lili began to push back against him, meeting every thrust he had with her own right back at him. They didn't have too much time. They both were cognizant of that no matter how amazing this was that at some point Dwayne would come looking for them both and neither wanted on audience. But even with a quickened pace, Austin took a bit of time to take in everything he could of Lili's her ass, the taste and feel of her skin, how hot and tightly her her pussy hugged his cock.
Lili was loving her reunion with Austin's cock as well. The years had been good to them both with experience, and Lili was feeling so much of that right now. He wasn't just jack-hammering her. The pace was fast but not a mad dash. He was savoring as much as he could, and a little bit was definitely going a long way with Lili.
She let out a moan from her smiling mouth when she felt Austin's hand pull her up, her back against his chest and his hands around her waist.
"Yeah...just like that Austin...right there...fuck me baby...and cum...cum in me sweetie... let me feel it..." Lili urged him on, her words peppering his pleasures centers. And while Austin was still not too verbal, the physical was not something he ignored, answering Lili's verbal with something more tactile. He began playing with he clit, making his blonde lover shake and squeal in his arms.
"Oh...fuck...Austin...mmm...gonna cum....cum with me...cum with me baby...Austin...nnnng yesssssss....." Lili let out a silent scream, stifling her cries of pleasure as her orgasm hit, the feeling only intensified as the heat of Austin's cum filling her with pulse after pulse of his cock inside of her pussy.
"Mmm baby," she cooed, turning her face to meet his lips, the pair moaning into each other's mouth. "Wow."
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Lili was walking on sunshine. The previous night's rendezvous with Austin, she felt amazing. Hell, she felt amazing during it and immediately after. It was the start of what she needed, what they both needed. But just a start. The rest would continue tonight. Austin took the night off and was going make dinner for them both at her place.
The event was going to be causal, but not too casual. Not t-shirt and jeans casual, but a nice dress kind of casual. Nothing she'd where on a red carpet, but not something she'd where on laundry day either.
So Lili was looking good and feeling good as she made the short walk from her parents' home to Austin's place. She was surprised to find how close his new house was now. Not a bad surprise either. More of a welcome one. Kind of like the new gang of butterflies in her stomach. They were performing a fine ballet as opposed to the slam-dancing ones she had the previous night.
The only downside was she was going to be late, but she couldn't help it. On the walk over she just had to go into a local bakery and get something, and she ended up walking away with a red velvet cake, cream cheese frosting. Austin's favorite. It was only fitting. Ten minutes late but worth it.
It wasn't too long after leaving the bakery that she found herself at Austin's front door. Unlike before though, there was no deep breath of hesitation. Lili found it quite easy to ring his doorbell. And just as easily, Austin opened the door.
"Wow," he said. "You look beautiful."
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"You don't look so bad yourself." replied Lili. "Sorry I'm late. Decided to pick something up." Lili held up the pink pastry box. "You still like red velvet?"
"Love it. Come in, please." He held the door open and Lili walked in, giving him a quick peck on the lips before entering. Austin shut the door behind her and took the cake from her hands. "Just gonna put this on the counter."
"Cool," she said. Lili then took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of the air to guess what Austin had put on the menu for them. "Lasagna?"
"Right on the money," he said. "Just put it in the oven honestly."
"Doesn't that take like an hour and a half to cook?"
"Well, I thought we could, you know, talk a little more," Austin said. "Just you and I. Though i could make some coffee or tea for us."
"How about over some wine?" Lili suggested. "That's very relaxing." Austin nodded with a smile and went to the kitchen. Shortly after her was back with two glasses, and a bottle of red.
"Hope you don't mind a twist top," he said. "Honestly it's an indicator of quality, the cork most wines have is really more of a cosmetic thing at this point."
"It's fine. The company kept is more important. Besides as long as it's not MD 20/20 I think we're good."
Austin chuckled a bit, then handed Lili a glass and filled it. Once he had his own glass the two walked to his couch and clinked their glasses in a toast.
"Your place looks really nice," Lili said. "Honestly, if I'm remembering correctly, you and room decor didn't exactly go hand in hand."
"You still haven't seen my office." Austin jokingly replied. "It's far more....me. But i figure I don't want to frighten everyone in the world off with horror movie statues and posters.
"Well, never scared me off," Lili said following a quick sip of her wine. "It lined up with some of my interests very well actually." She set the glass of wine down and went to slide her shoes off. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all." With that, Lili slid her shoes off and curled up her legs on the couch.
"Mmm, much better," she said. "I did notice not everything pertaining to your personal likes got taken down," she said, motioning to a A Nightmare on Elm Street movie poster. "I like it."
"Well, I figured I'd get away with it as the image is painted," he said. "Kind of an abstract thing in a way."
"I'll give it a pass." The pair took another sip from their glasses, Lili's sip a bit bigger to take in a little bit more of that needed liquid courage. "So...about last night."
"That was...certainly memorable in all the good ways."
"Yeah," laughed Lili. "It really was. But..I do want to apologize. I came in really nervous and I didn't put a lot of what I had to say in the best way. So, let me try it again with a bit of the clarity last night provided." She took a another sip and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. "The only thing I really wished is that we had talked more before I left for LA. I didn't want you to try and stop me. I just...I just wish we had a good talk, you know? Just to settle things. I felt...weird that we didn't. That things just ended."
"I wish we'd done that too," Austin admitted. "Would have saved a lot of hurt and bad feelings. Oddly enough that counts for Dwayne too."
"Honestly I think it's cute he's so protective of you," Lili said. "Despite being on his bad sign right now....or honestly the past few years. But...I could have done more too. I didn't mean to ever say it was all on you. It's just...it'd been so long and I had so much churning inside. Words got jumbled to be a lot more abrasive."
"I wasn't so eloquent either," he said.
"What I'm trying to say is...I wish we'd ended on something a lot...happier. I'm glad we didn't fight. I'm glad you didn't do some macho bullshit of making me choose between you and my dreams. I'd never do that to you and...I really love that you didn't do it to me. I could have handled things a lot better...but I'd say last night was bit better than expected. And, well, since that happened...I'm not sure I want you out of my life again."
"What exactly are you saying Lils?"
"I'm not entirely sure." she replied. "Full disclosure: I'm single now. And that didn't end well. Like at all. And...well...I'm not saying I'm already looking for a new relationship. What I am saying is...I think I've had enough of not having you in my life in some way. I really have missed you. I just...I din't know how to see you again until last night." She picked her glass up for one last sip.
"So...where does that leave things?" Austin asked.
"Well, I did have a thought about that." Lili set down her glass and made her way across the couch, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I think we could have a much more intimate conversation in your bedroom. And given that you only just put the lasagna in the oven I think we have plenty of time to kill."
Austin grinned and nodded. He watched as Lili stood up and removed her dress, revealing a matching set of black lace bra and panties before she started to walk towards the hallway of his home. "You might want to get up babe," she said. "I don't know my way around here too much."
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Austin got up, starting to shed some of his clothing as well as he walked towards Lili. In the short time it took him to join up with her he too had shed everything short of his maroon boxer-briefs. He took Lili's hand and walked her to his bedroom.
It was spacious, the large king size bed almost looking like a single. That was about all the detail Lili cared to take in, and even that was fleeting. All that mattered was that the bed was big enough for them both.
Lili and Austin stopped just short of the bed, wrapping their arms around each in an embrace, their lips and tongue passionately merging. Lili's hands went to his underwear, grabbing the elastic band and starting to pull them down. Austin was doing much the same, though his hands sensuously moved up Lili's back unhooking her bra.
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Lili backed off momentarily to slide the bra off, which also gave Austin a moment to toss away his dropped trunks. But rather than returning to his already enviable position, he went to his knees, looking up at his blonde drea, as he pulled her panties down.
"Ooohhhh Austin...." Lili moaned as her began to tease her pussy. His fingers caressed her outer lips ever so gently while her kissed her thighs. Last night was all about the rush of pent up lust. Right now was about savoring the new opportunity. All his old feelings for her had been dug up and resuscitated. No more looking at old pictures from the past and memories of their different life, not with the real deal with him.
As Austin began to work on her pussy, Lili sat back on his bed, leaning on her arms and parting her legs. Her moans were soft but deep, her fingers running through his shaggy hair. His hands and tongue were much more skilled now than they were then. Combined with knowing her body and just where to touch her Lili was already getting a little lost in the moment.
A caress on a certain part of her legs, sweetly rubbing her calf, while his tongue began to get a get more serious. Every moan of pleasure came out of a smiling mouth while her stomach rose and fell with every deep gulp of air.
"Ohhh right there," she gasped. "Mmm Austin keep going...oh...oh my..." Austin did just that, sucking on her clit and lightly running his tongue on it. Lili's backed arched when he turned the heat up and fell back down when he stopped. He brought her to the edge and back again. Lili had already built up a sweat and all she was doing laying back.
Austin brought his hands up to Lili's hips, pulling her closer as he went back to the hot zone. He wished he had a better view, just to see her face right now. He knew his imagination couldn't really match the view of her eyelids fluttering and watching as her face contorted in pure pleasure. Despite that though, he wasn't in a bad position at all.
Lili though might have had the better one. The pleasure going rolling like the tide, and the big kahuna was in sight...but not too close. Though a good time was being had by all, Lili wanted something more.
Austin was on the same page, moving up her body, licking up her stomach to her breasts, kissing each of the mounds gently before doing the same to her lips. He was ready to enter her, but Lili paused him, rolling them both over.
"While appreciate the urgency," Lili said, "I wouldn't feel right about going forward unless I returned the favor." She smiled that sweet smile of hers, her eyebrow cocked. She kissed down his body as he had up her, stopping at his abdomen to give him a soft love bite before getting down to his crotch.
She laughed a bit as his body flinched just the littlest bit when she gently ran her hand up the length of cock before taking it in her hand. "Sensitive as ever, aren't we?" she teased. "This is going to be fun..."
"Lili...." he groaned. Lili's tongue followed the same path as her fingers, licking from base to tip before wrapping her lips around the mushroom tip. The next sounds to come from his mouth couldn't be classified as words but their meaning was all too instinctual for Lili to misunderstand. She felt a warmth inside when Austin began to run his fingers through her golden locks as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. How his groans turned into more of a croak when his voice broke as she began to venture further down his pole.
Lili's cupped his balls in her hand as her mouth built up a faster, steady pace. She hummed and moaned on his cock, slurping up and and down, snaking and slithering her tongue around as she kneaded and massage his balls. She was bringing him to the edge and then pushing him back, driving him as mad with lust as he had her. A delightful bit of revenge that the recipient adored.
Lili continued, slow to fast, fast to slow, keeping Austin in that sweet spot that she had jut recently been in. His muscles were tense and the heat was on him just as it had been on her. And now that the pump had been primed, they were both going to share in the heat.
Lili moved back up his body, her tongue following the same trail up that she had taken down. When their lips met again Lili sucked on his tongue as she reached between them. She grabbed his cocked and sunk her wet canal on top of it, the pair breaking their kiss to let the other know how good they felt to each other.
Lili stayed close to Austin as they began to fuck, bent over and chest to chest with him. Lili's hips moved and ground and ran her hands over the sides of his face before rising up. HIs hand went to hip hips once more, taking a soft grip as Lili began to rise and fall on his cock.
"Mmm baby...you feel so good," Lili said. "Hard...so hard for me...perfect fit...even better than last night..." Lili was savoring him, her movements o his cock slow and sweet. Austin's hand went her ass, taking a soft but firm grip on it. To Lili it was a clear sign to go a little faster.
"Want me to speed up baby? Go little faster on that cock?" she asked. "Tell me...tell me and how good it feels. Your cock feels so good in me...tell me...mmm fuck tell me how good I feel..."
"Oh God," Austin winced. "SO...oh holy shit Lili...so damn good...I...oh mu God baby...I can't..."
"Mmm, close enough," she said smiling leaning over to kiss him again. Stuttering drunk on her was better than words. One more kiss and she was back up, her pace on him increased just as she promised. His grip on her tightened as she rode him hard. Lili gulped for air, throwing her head back as the new sensations began to course through her body. When Austin started to thrust up into her, jolts began to run up her spine. She let him take over, letting herself bask in the passionate pleasure.
He rose up as Lili wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms loosely around his shoulders. Now hers was the face looking completely lost. A dizzy smile and starry eyes on her face.
"Mmmm baby yes..." she cooed. Austin held her by the small of her back as he started driving into her from their new position. It was a bit harder, a bit faster now; an urgent need to cross the threshold together. Lili leaned back just the bit, giving Austin an opening to her breasts, an opening her eagerly took and finally became familiar once more with her bountiful beauties. "Oh fuck yeah Austin...oh yes just like that..."
Goosebumps popped up on goosebumps when Austin sucked her nipple into her mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive flesh. While he was busy tasting the sweat slicked flesh his hands roamed up her back and grasped her shoulders. He held her firm and thrust harder and faster into her. Lili squealed in pleasure, her legs squeezing him even tighter.
When Austin's grip lessened, Lili leaned back, bracing her arms against the mattress and giving every thing back he was giving to her. Their gazes locked, the pair smiling at each other, urging each other on with every thrust.
"Feels so fucking good...fuck me....fuck me Austin....gonna cum for you again....gonna feel even better than before..."
Lili laid all the way back and Austin climbed on her. She grabbed his face and pulled it to hers, kissing him deeply. "Make me cum Austin....make me feel it again...and I want to feel you in me....feel you cum just for me...all for me..."
Austin's strokes went slow and deep, Lili's moan's as deep as his thrusts. "Oh my GOD so good," she moaned. Her legs locked around him, pulling him tight.
Slow gradually turned to fast, but every single thrust was a moment they both tried to take in and memorize. Austin was swiveling his hips with every thrust, Lili's voice cracking as they both reached higher and higher heights.
Words faded to the back of their minds. The only sounds coming from either Lili or Austin with moans and grunts and both of those were often muffled by passionate, hungry kisses of their lips. Still, soon words would come right back to the forefront.
Austin's thrusts were full speed now. He was laser focused on Lili. She was in the throws of passion, just as lost as he was, running on the fumes of instincts. Lili looked up at him her, a sex sneer on her face, licking her lips while Austin gave him every last thing she had.
"Oh my GOD!" Lili yelled. Her orgasm had snuck up on her, hitting her like an arctic breeze and a volcanic gust at the same time. And as her pussy milked and convulsed on Austin's cock he let loose as well, grunting as he once more filled her with his seed. There were forehead to forehead, basking in the afterglow, kissing each other softly. No words were needs. They'd just ruin the moment.
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It was Lili's last day in town before going back to Los Angeles. She'd said her goodbyes to family, which were always hard. But she had one last stop to make, one that would be just as hard but also would leave her with a smile, she hoped.
This time when she entered Austin's restaurant she got no resistance from Dwayne. Even he'd warmed up to her these last few days. She ended up spending a lot more time with Austin than either of them could have imagined. But now, it was time to go.
She saw him at the counter where she took a seat, once he saw her, he made his way over, first stopping at the cake counter,bringing her a piece of his own red velvet cake.
"Hi," he said, leaning over to meet her lips in a kiss. When it broke he pushed the piece of cake slightly toward her. "Fresh baked today."
Lili gave him a smile and dug in, cutting off and piercing a piece of it with her fork. "Mmmm this is so much better than the one I brought over," she said with a full mouth.
"Thanks." replied Austin. "Last day isn't it?"
"Yeah," Lili said with a sigh. "But it won't be the last time I come back...especially to see you." Lili reached in her pocket and took out a piece of paper and handed it to Austin. "That's my cell number, home number, Skype, e-mail...everything. Call me, facetime me, send me silly memes...just...just stay in contact. Because I will."
Austin smiled and slid the paper in her pocket. He then grabbed a piece of receipt tape and scribbled down his info, handing off to her. "Same to you Lils."
"Also, on more thing." Lili took her phone out and leaned over the counter, taking a selfie with Austin. "I'll send it to you. First of some new pictures of us. No matter what happens, I'm always going to want that between us. I'm not going to leave again without knowing that we're fine. Without talking with you." She reached her hand to his cheek, caressing it before he turned to kiss the palm of her hand. "So...how about a farewell meal? I'm a good tipper."
"I think I can wing that." Austin replied. "Anything in particular?"
"You know me, give me a surprise." Austin nodded and went to the kitchen. Lili breathed in with a grin on her face, adding Austin's info to her phone. She was going to go back to L.A. with a lot more than she left with. No more old baggage with old dreams and memories of an old life. It was going to be all new. And Austin had more than just old pictures left behind. New pictures and a new start.
"Just what I needed," she said, taking another bite of the cake.
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Might be your best of these stories. You pack so much feeling into a one-shot, it's inspiring. And following it up with such hot and tender sex, I loved it.
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Might be your best of these stories. You pack so much feeling into a one-shot, it's inspiring. And following it up with such hot and tender sex, I loved it.
The song really dictated everything perfectly. Thanks though. I'm really fond of it as well.
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Love the story, love Taylor, love the finish. Thanks so much for contributing to the thread with such a great story
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All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
Jukebox Collection: Mr. Brightside
Starring Hailee Steinfeld
(MF, Oral, Cons)
By MaxwellLord
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Memories were an odd thing. At least that's what Hailee had found to be the case. They were never just one thing. Never just good memories or bad. Good memories could easily lead to ones that made you switch to a cold sweat in embarrassment or be sick to your stomach in shame or be seething with anger. Bad memories could easily trail off into times of smiles and tears of joy.
Sometimes those strong shifts were attached to specific people. For Hailee, that was the case when it came Lee Oliver. At one point she was one of Hailee's favorite people. These days she didn't know what he was. He was right in the middle of a tempest between good and bad memories.
He'd been a friend for a long time, third grade at least. There didn't seem to be an instrument he couldn't play, though he favored the bass. However in every band she could remember him being in he never seemed to play it. He was a frequent on keyboard, lead guitar and even vocals, but if Lee ever played the bass on stage she never saw it. He played it a lot as when got older as a session musician, so it all evened out.
While they'd been friends, there was a bit of a distance between them even from the beginning. Lee seemed to have this wall built up around him, he was next to unreadable. Made him insanely hard to beat at Poker or any kind of game where reading your opponent could be a huge advantage. Even at games he admittedly was awful at like chess he could be confounding for that reason.
However when it came to music, that's where they bonded. Hailee had always talked to him about writing music together. It was actually getting very close to happening.
Until that kiss. That one damn kiss.
Well, it technically two kisses, but Hailee was sure it was one of the two that started all the trouble. One of them was kiss she shared with Lee. The other kiss was one he saw her share with someone else.
The whole Poker face thing may have been amazing for playing games but it made Lee next to impossible to read in real life, more serious situations. She had no idea that he'd felt that way about her. However, with the way he kissed her Hailee couldn't help but kiss back.
Still, it had stunned her. Not in a bad way. She was left speechless, which was another misstep. It wasn't like she even had words yet, but maybe if something had come to her head the bad memories wouldn't exist. Because shortly after that, from the stage of some bar he was playing at. She was there for him; it was one of the times he was singing and Lee did have a great voice that Hailee loved to hear.
Hailee also brought someone she was kind of seeing. It wasn't serious. She'd actually met him after the kiss shared with Lee. However, since Hailee had left the kiss with Lee with so many things left unsaid, when Lee saw that kiss from the stage it hit him like an anvil to his head. His voice didn't crack, he kept the rhythm in rhythm guitar going. However the look on his face was burned into Hailee's memory and it was as crystal clear as it was two years ago.
Two years. That was how long it'd been since she'd even seen Lee. And now Hailee was about to see him again. It wasn't by choice. While she wasn't angry at Lee, she just didn't want that awkward confrontation.
However, both fate and her car had different plans. Only she cold have the kind of luck where not only does she get a flat tire but putting the donut on herself until she could go buy a new one was a useless thought as her car battery died. All while dark storm clouds fit to burst over the normally sunny California. It was nothing but bad luck before she left to go film Hawkeye.
And that bad luck culminated when her phone died just after calling for a tow. Which mean no access to Uber. Once her car was towed to a shop, she elected to not ride with the truck driver. She knew the neighborhood. Theoretically she knew just the place to go to get some shelter from the rain and to charge her phone. The only question was whether or not Lee would even allow her into his apartment.
THe walk to his gated complex wasn't long. Luck was on her side at least in that sense. She also remembered his gate code. Two good signs of some kind of change in luck.
The path she walked to his house seemed to be muscle memory. During use of that muscle memory the dark clouds above exploded in rain, drenching Hailee before she reached the apartment. The day was just getting better and better.
She quickly ran into the building where his apartment was located, relieved to be in from the rain but now left with the feeling of soggy clothes. Somehow the pitter patter of heavy rain became somethign she missed.
Those thoughts were put on the backburner as Hailee walked down the long hallway to where Lee's apartment was. Or used to be. She honestly didn't even know if he lived there anymore. It had been a while since they spoke, and despite being soaking wet and with a dead phone, part of Hailee wished he wouldn't be there just to avoid a confrontation.
Still, she knocked at his door at the end of the hall. When she heard the sounds of locked being unlocked she steeled herself for a face she hadn't seen in years.
And then the door opened with Lee behind it. Just the face took him back. It was the same as ever. The hair though was different. The long locks of yesterday were gone, replaced by a much shorter look of jet black hair with hints of royal purple within.
“Hailee?” Lee asked, genuinely shocked to see her. “What are you doing here?”
His tone wasn't angry, but it also didn't sound like he was too happy to see her. It was more pure surprise than anything else.
“Well, I'm kind of cold and wet right now.” replied Hailee. “May I come in?”
“Yeah, sure.” He held open the door and allowed the soaking wet brunette to step in. Fortunately he had hard word floors so there was no carpeting to worry about. She slipped out of her shoes and chattered her teeth a bit, she was colder than she thought.
“D-do you have a blanket or something?”
“Tell you what,” he said. “I'll get you a sweat shirt. Big over sized one and my gym shorts. They're clean and have a draw string. I put those plus a towel and robe in the bathroom. You take a shower then afterwards you can tell me what you're doing here.”
“I don't know,” Hailee said. “Are you sure?”
“Look, I'd rather you not get sick at my place. Plus I would like the chance to dry up the water you're leaving a trail of. I may not have carpeting but a wet wooden floor is still a slipping hazard.”
“Ok-k-kay,” she said. Once Lee had gotten the things he said he would and placed them in his bathroom Hailee took him up on the shower offer. Before she entered he offered to throw her clothes in the dryer, which was another thing Hailee took him up on, handing him her soaking clothes from behind the the barrier of the door.
Once she was in the shower the only thoughts in Hailee's mind was the amazing sensation of being warm once again. The hot streams of water bursting from the shower head washed away all the chills in her body. That was all she was focused on. Any of the nerves she felt about being inside Lee's apartment again after so long were gone.
Once she left the shower however, the nerves began to return, especially after she wiped the steamed up mirror clean and looked at her reflection. The shower was a brief vacation from actually having to talk to Lee and the possibility of everything that went down coming up.
Still, he did offer to help her out and went a bit beyond what she asked for. She even noticed a hair tie in the pile of clothes he brought her. It was a nice thought and one she used after she'd dried off and put on her temporary outfit, putting her hair in a ponytail after sliding the sweatshirt and gym shorts on.
With a breath she stepped out of the bathroom and headed towards the living room. Hailee saw Lee sitting on the couch in front of his coffee table, thumbing through his well worn copy of the Hobbit with a steaming cup of tea in front of him. He noticed her and gestured with his head over to the kitchen counter. “Made you one too,” he said. “Earl Grey.”
“Thanks,” Hailee said. She picked up the cup from the counter and moved to the chair Lee had set up at the other end of his coffee table. “So...guessing you want those answers about why I showed up today.”
“Wouldn't mind them.” Lee honestly answered.
“Well, me being here is by accident. I was just driving by here by chance. Then I got a flat. Didn't have a donut to put on. My battery died and right after I called for a tow my phone went the way of my car battery. Then the tow truck driver wouldn't give me a ride. Some insurance policy with the company or something . That's what he said at least. From there I couldn't call an Uber with my phone dead so I remembered you lived here and decided to see if you could help. Then the rain and here we are.”
“You know you could have asked the tow guy to call a cab for you, right?”
Hailee stopped to think for a moment. “Well...shit.”
“Yeah, thought that might not have occurred,” he said. “I put your purse on the kitchen table. There's an outlet over there to charge your phone.”
“Thanks.” Hailee got up and went to her purse. She took out her phone and the charger, plugging it in and setting it back to recharge. She was somewhat relieved. Lee was talking to her and his tone wasn't hostile. However, it also wasn't that welcoming. Given that her phone was at zero Hailee knew she was going to be here for a bit. She could have used his phone to call a cab too...but her clothes were in the dryer.
Hailee knew what she had to do. Hailee wasn't going to spend the whole time in Lee's apartment with a sword hanging over her head. The elephant in the room was going to be shooed out, no matter how much she dreaded it.
“Been a while, huh?” she asked, sitting back down.
“Has it?” he said. This wasn't going to be as easy as Hailee was hoping.
“You know, you could have talked to me,” said Hailee. “We could have worked through whatever it was.”
“When would we have done that?” Lee asked. “Which kiss? Ours or yours and the other guy?”
“Ours.” Hailee admitted. “It was like we didn't have the time. It was just you and me on the back porch.”
“So you could have let me down easy?”
“No! Or yes...I don't know. It was a surprise. A nice one. I mean I didn't push you off but it came out of nowhere!” Hailee got up and began to pace behind the couch. “That's always been your problem, you know that Lee? You expect everyone around you to be some kind mind reader! How about once, JUST ONCE, talking to someone about how you feel instead of making it some kind of screwed up quiz show? Because guess what? Maybe if you decided not to treat everyone like a telepath you'd know that the guy I was with that night wasn't my boyfriend! It was like our third and LAST date. But no, you were too busy being offended I couldn't read your mind. Because maybe if you did we wouldn't have gone silent with each other for two years! And that guy? It was only a kiss! That's all we ever did!”
“Wait wait wait,” Lee said, trying to comprehend what she'd said.
“Why, so you can be an even bigger passive-aggressive asshole?”
Lee got up and walked over to Hailee, lookin her right in her almond eyes. “Are...are you saying that we could've...”
“I don't know!” Hailee said. “I mean it was a possibility. It's just...I never got why you just didn't want to talk about it. You wouldn't even talk to me. Right after the show you just left. Then you wouldn't answer my calls or texts. I mean seriously? How is anyone supposed to communicate with you?”
Lee went silent. It was at least a different kind of silence than his usual aloofness, Hailee could tell. She didn't know if it was a good or bad thing but either way she felt better for getting two years worth of pressure released.
“I'm such a fucking moron,” Lee said, sitting on the arm of his couch. “It's just....look, growing up in my house I kind of learned that talking was not something I should do. Probably the wrong thing to learn but you've met my brothers. It wasn't like I had much of a choice. And it's cost me a bunch. Turns our cost me you too.”
“No, it didn't,” she said. “Look, I could have called too. But I just, well, I figured you wouldn't even answer.”
“You were probably right,” he admitted. “I'm sorry. It's just...I was crazy about for years...then that kiss, I just thought that'd be it. Like some story book bullshit.”
“”If it's any consolation it was great kiss,” said Hailee. “Hall of Fame worthy. And maybe if it was followed by what we're doing right now, it could have been more than a kiss. You're not that big of an asshole though. I mean you let me in here, let me have a hot shower, you're drying my clothes and you made me some tea to warm me up. It's been two years but your hospitality is still top notch.”
“Doesn't make up for being a screw-up.”
“Oh I don't know,” Hailee said, kneeling just enough to be face to face with him. “Might be just enough to get a second chance.”
Hailee gave Lee a big shock and herself a smaller one when she pressed her lips to his in a kiss. And this kiss was not only a kiss. That's not what she wanted. This kiss reminded her of why she and Lee shared one at all two years earlier. It wasn't as spur of the moment as she wanted to believe back then on his lips made all those desires come back to the forefront.
Lee got to his feet and gently guided Hailee against the wall behind her. She was flat against the wall, her mouth releasing soft moans as Lee's lips left her own amoved to her neck, stopping at the border created by collar of her borrowed sweatshirt.
Lee dropped to his knees, looking up at Hailee who gave him the green light with her almond eyes. He grabbed the top of the gym shorts and pulled them down to her feet. For a biref few moments he was taken back at the up close and personal view of the lower half of her gorgeous body, now unobstructed by any clothes. Her long, smooth and tone legs were always a treat to see. However, Lee's eyes locked on her bald pussy. His mouth was watering and his cock was straining in his pants.
“Oooohhhhh Lee,” Hailee moaned. He didn't go straight for her pussy. Hailee was ready for it but Lee decided to add a bit more kindling to the blazing fire first. He kissed, licked and caressed her legs. Ankles, to calves to thighs, all on a long and winding path up to her tunnel of lust.
Hailee finally stepped out of the crumpled pile that ere the gym shorts she had once been wearing, sliding them aside with her foot and leaving her legs parted just enough to give Lee an open path the heaven. His lips pin-ponged back and forth up to where he could finally sate his hunger.
Another moan escaped her mouth when first contact was made and was a rousing success. Her chin quivered a bit, Lee's mouth making music with her clit while Hailee sang the lyrics. And while those lyrics were simple moans of his name and the word yes, the passion behind them was a performance for the ages.
Both would have been content to just stay there, in that room. However, standing against the wall and kneeling on hard wood wasn't ideal and both wanted a lot more than being content. Lee got up and backed off of Hailee just remove his clothes. He was far overdressed compared to his current guest.
After he pulled the shirt off over his head, he was treated to the view of Hailee who was now stripped bare herself with the loose sweatshirt tossed aside once its usefulness was outlived. The pair admired each other's wares, eager for something that both were thinking maybe should have been taken care of much earlier.
“Oh!” Hailee giggled as Lee lifted he ups. She wrapped her legs around him and their lips met again as Lee carried her away from the living room. While the bedroom was the expected location, they both wanted something more immediate. After two years of what-ifs the need was a bit stronger than either could have imagined.
Fortunately Lee found a solution in the hallway in the form of the dryer, still at work with Hailee's clothes in the little nook it shared with the washer.
He set Hailee down on the machine. The wall just behind gave her something to lean back against. Her sultry smile and inviting eyes made Lee feel like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
Hailee was feeling the same the moment his cock entered her. She softly bit her lower lip as his cock filled her. It was worth the wait she didn't even know she'd been experiencing. More escaped her lips as Lee's began to explore her body a a bit more, starting with her breasts.
Hailee wrapped her legs around Lee as his mouth got more and more familiar with her. He wasn't planning on going anywhere but Hailee locking her ankles together added an extra bit of security to that fact.
“More,” Hailee said as Lee took her. He drove deep and slow into her, his rhythm steady and hitting all the right spots. Her warm and tight folds holding his cock lovingly and begging for more at the same time. “More Lee...more...”
Hailee's arms joined her legs in pulling Lee closer. His lips finally left her tits and began a trek back up to her face. Lee licked, kissed and caressed up Hailee's shoulder to her neck, gently brushing her long brown locks away until he got back to her face.
Hailee moved her hand from his back to his face, caressing his cheek before she had a request for him. “Fuck me,” she said, making a dirty phrase sound so sweet. “Fuck me Lee.”
He kissed her and started going a bit faster inside of her, and judging from her moans of contentment that was just what the doctor orders. Lee set his forehead against hers, watching the fire behind Hailee's eyes up close and personal. Watching her face as nothing but good sensations ran through every nerve on her body. As Lee's cock sped up inside of her combined with the absolutely delightful sensations delivered from being on top of the very active dryer Hailee couldn't help but be glad they decided to skip the bedroom. The dryer may have been a bit unconventional but it was ending up to be very fun in its own way.
Lee moved his right hand from its station, running up and down her back with his left and moved it to her leg, Hailee unlocking her gaits and allowing him to move it. He ran his hands over her smooth thigh first before lifting her leg slightly and placing it against his chest, her calf resting on his shoulder. The action stopped for the briefest of moments, Hailee almost breathless as Lee began to kiss her ankle and slowly move up her calf. It was a moment to savor.
But still, just a moment. Soon Lee was back at it, the slight change in position for Hailee lead to a world of difference. New sensations, new chills up her spine and it was all making her get closer and closer to the finish line.
“Ohhh my god,” Hailee gasped. “Oh god Lee right there...don't stop...close...Lee...oh keep going...come on...just...oh yessss!”
She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Hailee was right on the verge of cumming. Chills and goosebumps went all over her body. Hot flashes and the chills collided as Lee followed every request her scatterbrained voice gave him.
“Make me cum,” she said, repeating like her own personal mantra. “Make me cum...make me cum...ohhhh fuck make...me...CUMMMMM!!!!!”
Hailee's last word turned out to be the last word, cumming hard on Lee's cock as he continued to fuck her, every thrust prolonging her pleasure second by wonderful second and breaking down his resistance to given in. Then Hailee had a few words to do the rest of the damage.
“Cum in my mouth,” said Hailee. Right to the point and well beyond it. “Do it...please Lee...ohh my god...Lee....”
“Hailee...HAILEE!” The moment Lee yelled her named her pulled out of her pussy. After that domino fell Hailee slid from the dryer to the floor and took Lee's cock into her mouth, sucking him and savoring the taste of her pussy on his rod.
“Oh fuck...oh my god Hailee,” Lee groaned, knowing he was only seconds away from Hailee-inspired bliss. “Fuck!!!!!”
“Mmmmmhmmmm,” hummed Hailee just before the tip of Lee's cock exploded in her mouth, rope after rope flowing into her mouth then down her throat. When Lee had nothing else to give her pulled out of Hailee mouth back into the wall behind him, sliding down just as exhausted as Hailee.
Right as the two of them were done, so were Hailee's clothes, the dryer buzzing to let them know.
“Perfect time,” Hailee joked, breathing deep. “I think though I might need another shower before getting dressed. Got kind of sweaty. So...want to wash up with me?”
“Sure,” Lee said. “As soon as my legs start working again.”
Hailee softly laughed and leaned back for a moment. All the dread she felt before knocking on the door was gone. Whatever was going to happen, she had a good feeling the only memories she and lee would make going forward would be good ones.
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Tender. Hot. All rolled up into one excellent story! It seems like Hailee's day really "brightened" up!
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Jukebox collection: Photograph
Band: Def Leppard
Celeb in story: Taylor Swift
Story codes MF, oral, anal
Story summary: Taylor gets offered an iconic song from her favorite band for a performance and nearly has a panic attack in the process
Disclaimer: the following story is not true and never happened I’m sure the celeb doesn’t act like this in reality any feedback can be posted on the boards or sent to rockcook5@yahoo.com now on with the story
You would think performing live in front of a worldwide audience wouldn’t be a challenge given a number of rehearsals beforehand but this was something else Taylor Swift had just been handed her favorite song by her favorite band and she was frozen in fear a panic attack would soon follow.
“Can’t breathe.” she said
“You’ll be ok Joe just offered it so he could take a night off from singing it.” I said
Taylor was a borderline mess her nerves were on edge thinking worst case scenarios at breakneck speed the tall blonde was finally breathing into a paper bag her lungs almost made it explode made it explode a few times.
“That’s an iconic classic. If I butcher it I’ll be mocked forever.” she said
“Well maybe 6 months.” I said
Taylor gave me the Homer Simpson strangle look she was calming down but the offer was still on the table to do the song. The plaid dress and black jacket didn’t reach her knees showing most of her long legs.
“I really want to do it. The set list is split so they have to play my songs as a trade off.” she said
“See, this isn’t so bad.” I said
The band was happy as Taylor agreed to the show bringing her own style to the performance with the British icons everything went well till one rehearsal turned into a disaster for the record books with everything going wrong sending Taylor to her trailer.
“I’m not coming out.” she said
“Taylor, this is no time for a standoff.” I said
The door flew open just enough to launch something out. The good thing was that it was a small throw pillow and not the cappuccino machine that was bolted to the floor.
“I’m under a lot of pressure to get this right.” she said
“I know maybe I can help.” I said
I was able to give Taylor a shoulder massage and pep talk. She snapped back to reality in her safe space as I kissed her.
“Better….but I want more.” she purred
“The band is waiting.” I said
Taylor’s dress hit the floor while she fished my 4 foot long dick out and the leggy blonde's jaw dropped when she saw it.
“Your fucking….HUGE!!” she said
“You're not bad yourself.” I said
Taylor got 2 feet of my dick in her pussy getting used to the sheer size. She was still rather tight even if you read her dating history of short lived relationships giving rise to her writing style.
“Nobody’s been this deep before.” she moaned
“Do tell.” I said
Taylor opened her legs as wide as possible letting every inch she could handle all the way to her cervix she didn’t scream but her teeth were biting on my neck and shoulder leaving marks while my spine was getting clawed.
“All of it….NOW.” she hissed
“You asked for it.” I said
I gripped Taylor’s boobs pushing in at a slow pace building speed her hips were bucking while she was getting torn open from below the waist.
“CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE!!” she yelled
“Not so loud.” I said
I sucked on her boobs trying to take her mind off the pain yet it only amped her up to go harder as the bed slammed into the wall with a thud.
“CAN’T…GONNA….MMMMMPPPPPHHHHFFFFFF!!!” she screamed
“Gonna blow.” I said
Taylor’s spine arched and twisted as her orgasm exploded across her body. Her girl cream flooded out in a tidal wave fit for a surfboard mixed with my own spunk that I unloaded everywhere as I pulled out splashing her boobs before I was spent.
A few days later
The rehearsals were going great. Taylor had opened up letting her hair down yet had to keep quiet during interviews to not spoil a few fan surprises that were in the works.
“With the early call tomorrow the label got you a hotel room.” I said
“But I was going home.” she said
To keep Taylor from going all diva on me I had to come up with a plan. The only thing in my brain was all I had.
“I’m being roped in for security so I’m not happy either.” I said
“Ouch, so a chair outside the suite that bites.” she said
Even though my part was bullshit she went along with it yet I wasn’t thrilled with looking at a door all night to sell the idea.
That night
I was going into hour 2 of sitting in the chair looking at the suite door. I was ready to bang my head on the wall just to have something to do. Taylor had to be asleep by now when I saw the door open a little a finger came out drawing me in.
“This is new.” I thought
The room was dark, only the crack of light showing anything bright so I wouldn’t break my neck if I tripped. I knew Taylor was in here yet I found myself flying on the bed when something hit my ribs.
“Took you long enough.” she purred
“Just needed a signal.” I said
Taylor was sucking my dick as hard as she could. I could barely see her in the darkness, the light bouncing off her sheer nightgown that was slowly falling off her body. I could see her shining blue eyes reflected by the dim light outside giving me a stunning view her fans would kill to see up close.
“Just picking up where we left off.” she purred
“Good to know.” I said
Taylor’s head was bobbing at a fast rate I could barely follow as her hair changed direction on the fly like she was doing a blistering guitar solo at breakneck speed.
“69.” she moaned
“On it.” I said
I was eating Taylor out like a madman keeping up with her pace was a challenge I was going for broke as she jerked me off trying not to orgasm first.
“Harder.” she hissed
“Almost there.” I said
The bullet train that was my tongue was driving Taylor over edge with lust while she was doing the same for me trying to drain my balls of every drop she could get.
“Can’t think.” she moaned
“Losing it.” I said
Our orgasms hit at the same moment Taylor sprayed my face in her sex fluid as I unloaded spunk from her forehead down to her abs our bodies twisted and bent with the release of energy stored for the epic climax we shared we rolled off the bed landing on each other with a wet splat on the floor I didn’t envy the cleaning crew for the mess they had to clean.
A few days later backstage
The performance was flawless. Taylor pulled off her end of the show and was thrilled she was so hyper coming off stage I thought her heart might explode.
“You have a 20 minute break before interviews.” I said
“Fine.” she said
An hour later
Taylor had crashed backstage. She just needed a recharge but didn’t have the energy to get out of her stage outfit yet a gold dress showing most of her long legs and I couldn’t help since I didn’t get her in it.
“Wakey, wakey Taytay.” I whispered
“Ggrrrrr.” she purred
Taylor bit my ear. I thought she was playing until she wouldn’t let it go. The pain was minimal but my neck was at an angle next to her face.
“Now I’m frisky.” she said
“Do tell.” I said
I picked Taylor up and impaled her on my 4 foot dick right in her ass if she wasn’t awake before I had her full attention now.
“Break me.” she said
“You asked for it.” I said
Taylor was riding me hard she could barely feel her legs as her ass was pounded into oblivion her anal ring wasn’t destroyed yet she would walk funny for about a month.
“So stuffed.” she moaned
“You're doing great.” I said
Taylor must have had an orgasm since she ripped her gold dress off without my help. The shiny fabric went everywhere by the handful as she bounced on my rod. I gripped her boobs so she didn’t slam her head into the wall.
“That’s a small one I want my mind shattered by the next one.” she growled
“Buckle up.” I said
We had to be careful backstage. The risk of getting busted was high. It almost seemed like Taylor wanted to get caught so she could write another song and cement her reputation as a bad girl. She already bent a stair railing from holding it tight during our shenanigans.
“Almost there.” she purred
“Hold it together.” I said
Taylor was holding onto an emergency exit bar that was locked so the door wouldn’t give without force her belly was bloated from my size as I continued pounding her ass.
“FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!” she screamed
“I’m done.” I said
Taylor’s orgasm was a blockbuster the river of sex fluid flowed down the hall leaving a sticky trail of girl cream and spunk from my own orgasm we didn’t get busted but Taylor could be heard all the way to the loading docks Taylor’s ass was coated in jizz up her spine just short of her hair.
The concert was a smash. Taylor's fans ate it up, giving her a wider audience in the years that followed giving her energy going into the studio for her next album. I ended up out of the picture soon after but I’ll always remember that fun summer.
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Jukebox Collection: Strict Machine
Artist: Goldfrapp
Celeb: Sydney Sweeney
Codes: MF, Oral, Sextoys
Disclaimer: Everything here is entirely made up and has no basis in reality. Events described are fictional and never happened.
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The cameras clicked in unison, around fifty of them, operated by the photographers who were cordoned off behind red velvet ribbons going from one golden pole to the next in an artful, waving undulation at hip-height. There was a method to the wild clicks, the shower of light caused by two dozen flashes illuminating her youthful, curvy, yet firmly toned body at once. Certain poses sold better, were the big pay-day, so when she lifted her hand to let her fingertip caress her lips a sudden storm of clicks erupted, and each time she changed her pose a new storm went off. Through it all the photographers were calling her name, hoping to garner her attention, to make her look into their lens for that eye-contact money-shot, directing her to show off the back of her outfit, to do certain poses or wave at them.
Even for her standards her outfit was relatively daring. A pastel pink sequin mini-skirt held together by two thick, black leather straps and, despite its shortness, still fashioned with a leg-slit that allowed for provocative views of her thigh. Steep, gem-encrusted strappy sandal platform-heels to give her already shapely legs more definition. And a short-sleeve button-down crop-top, also in pastel pink, with a lot of buttons undone to show off her cleavage, yet short enough to present her entire midriff as well, and tight enough to leave little to the imagination. Maybe even too daring for her, but it was not her choice. Someone else picked this outfit and she had promised to wear it.
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Sydney mostly ignored the photographers, tried to focus on the poses she knew worked for her body and the outfit, practiced a thousand times and performed before on a hundred different occasions. Though today was different. Gone was the jaded, annoyed boredom of going through this spiel. It was replaced by a feverish nervousness and she hoped that her foundation was able to hide the flush she felt creeping into her cheeks, she hoped that the muscles of her thighs weren't trembling or her knee-caps quivering. There was a tension in her body as she expected to feel it at any time. That buzz that could make her tremble, could drive her to her knees if she wasn't prepared for it.
The reason for the was internal. Another part of the outfit she wore for that certain someone. She still remembered reading the note that accompanied the coat-hangers and the boxes.
'Wear this. All of it.'
Short and to the point. He always was quite direct and knew how to get things done. And with some fiddling, some practice and determination she had managed to squeeze into the outfit. All of it. The luridness of it was one thing, but what really proved to be a challenge was the little wooden box that opened with a top-lid and gave view to its contents bedded on lush, precious blue satin. A stainless steel butt plug and a pink toy, about ten inches in length and shaped like an elongated droplet, with a thick, round end that narrowed into a length of slender, bendable plastic and finally thickened up a bit again.
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There was a little instruction manual and a small bottle of lube as well. The manual showed her how to insert the toys. And with tender stretching of her holes using her fingers and a pose on all fours on the bed, her head down in the sheets and both hands reaching back to wiggle the toys inside of her she managed to get them where they were supposed to be.
During the limousine ride to this award show she had felt the toy in action. The vibrator in her pussy began to rumble and Sydney, previously sitting comfortably with her legs crossed and one foot waving back and forth, was suddenly completely still, her eyes widening and her teeth biting down on her tongue as a muffled moan drifted from her nose.
It was remote-controlled. And strong enough to make her shiver all over. To worsen the situation, the toy in her pussy vibrated against the butt plug in her ass, setting it into a less controlled, unsteady rumble as well that forced her to really clench around it firmly. She knew she was in trouble then, and that during the red carpet walk she could be made to lose her composure at a moment's notice.
A renewed wave of clicks and flashes tore Sydney out of her memories and a little jolt went through her. She felt so full! Both of the toys weren't massive, but put together they were stuffing her entirely. They weren't forgotten if you busied yourself, they reminded her of their presence with every step. Add to that the tension of expecting them to vibrate at any moment as well as the fact that she was not given any underwear that could prevent a toy from slipping out of her if she lost that tension or got uncontrollably wet and you had the perfect cocktail of uneasy, yet highly arousing sensations.
Every thought that whirled around her head dealt with what was inside her, every step she took was purposeful and with the effects of that remote-controlled rumble in mind. She was a slave to this strict machine. It was the beginning and the end of every moment, forcing her to exist in between. But despite of her unease she couldn't belie the fact that arousal flooded her each time she felt the toys shift inside her when she took a step, or when her asshole suddenly and involuntarily tightly gripped the stem of the plug, making her bite her lip and fight the urge to let her hands dive under her skirt to rub her clitoris.
It was wrong and sexy at the same time. She knew that only one or two inches of dangling fabric was preventing her for being exposed as a stuffed little degenerate sex-doll. Her blue eyes wandered over the photographers, picking out some of them, the needy look on their faces, the urgency in those requests they hollered at her. She imagined the storm of clicks and flashes should a gentle breeze briefly blow the playfully dangling hem of her skirt up to reveal her clean-shaven pussy to them, the little pink wire protruding from it that belonged to the remote controlled vibrator. A part of her hated that thought, a part of her craved and longed for it, tossing her into a cascade of shame for feeling that way.
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She shot a glance to the side where her agent stood and he lifted his brows, recognizing that she wasn't her usual, carefree, camera-loving self. Her professional mask never slipped but they were familiar enough with each other that he gave her a minute nod and lifted his hands, calling out to the photo-corner: "Thank you everyone, this will be it! One last shot and then Sydney is done for today."
The blonde felt relief wash through her and a deep-seated gratitude to the person she wore this outfit for. He had been merciful enough to refrain from playing with that remote while she was the focus of all those cameras. She turned her back to the photographers, parted her legs and glanced over her shoulder, hearing that last avalanche of clicks and blinding flashes. And then she quickly walked towards her agent who held out his hand. She accepted it gratefully and hooked into his arm. With quick steps they left the lime-light and found themselves within the bowels of the building, the glitz and glam forgotten and replaced by bleak concrete walls, messes of curled wires and stacks of props.
"Everything alright?" asked her agent and Sydney smiled, giving a nod.
"Yeah, it's fine. It's just... My shoes," she lied, giving him an apologetic glance, "They are killing me. I mean, they look fantastic and I wouldn't wear a different kind, but the test-walk in them didn't prepare me for the kind of torment I'd feel after doing my usual pose routine for five minutes."
The agent chuckled and shrugged, handing her cell-phone back to her that he had guarded during her red carpet stint. "Don't worry about it, they got nothing to complain about, Syd. You in this outfit? They got their money's worth and the magazines and sites will splurge cash all over them to put you in their galleries. Talk about eye-catching. You will be-"
In that moment her phone vibrated and then Sydney felt the buzz deep within her. A pulse was sent through her and she was wholly unprepared for it, nearly stumbling and standing still at once. The smile melted from her lips and they parted, forming an O-shape, her eyes rolling back in her head. She would have sunk to her knees if it wasn't for her agent to whose chest she clung all of the sudden like a baby monkey. She felt her legs tremble and her ass cheeks clenched together firmly, hugging the butt plug that bounced off the vibrator. The rumbling was sustained for five full seconds during which her breath stopped and her eyes shut, yet her lids were fluttering together with the toys.
"Whoa! You alright there?" she heard her agent ask and Sydney swallowed, pushing herself back to stand on her own two feet again.
"Told you, those shoes..." she kept her lie up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear and evading his mustering glance by looking down, "I think I'll best head to my dressing room and get out of these things before I land on my ass and make headlines."
He seemed unconvinced and gave her a worried, inspecting look before finally sighing and nodding his head once. "You got it. Do you still know the way?"
"End of the hallway, take a left and then the second door?"
He nodded and tapped the pocket of his suit. "I got my phone with me. Call me if you need anything, okay?"
She smiled in gratitude and nodded as well. And with that she turned around and picked up her pace, making her statements about her shoes even less believable as she hurried to get back into the privacy of her dressing room. She checked the message on her phone and the words made her quicken her pace even more.
'Get to your dressing room. I am waiting.'
She reached the backstage room that bore her name in golden letters and hurriedly opened the door. It was dark inside and after the red-carpet walk where she was bathed in sunlight and flashes at the same time her eyes needed a moment to adjust to the twilight.
He was waiting for her, sitting in a solitary arm-chair that faced the door, wearing a suit, his pants unbuttoned and his cock hard and stiff, held in one of his hands that slowly moved up and down it in a gentle stroke. There was a smirk on his lips. Andrew was a young director, mostly active in creating adverts, but technically very capable. They had met at a premiere a few years ago and had these urgently sexual flings every now and then without ever seeking any form of commitment. She had cheated on her partner with him and he had done the same for her.
"You look like a slut," he whispered, and from the corner of her eyes Sydney saw a twitch in his hand, allowing her to take a deep breath before she felt it.
The internal buzz took a hold of her again and once more Sydney's eyes rolled back and her breath stopped with a sudden, sharp gasp. Her toes curled up in her heels and the muscles of her almost entirely exposed thighs trembled. One of her shaky hands pulled down the skimpy fabric of her skirt as if it could stop the mind-bending signal of the remote control in some way. Everything was a blur, a cloud of arousal and every thought dripped thickly like honey. His voice sounded hollow as she heard it through her forcefully experienced bliss and shame.
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"Go on. Come in. Close the door behind you. I won't let go of this button until you do."
She noticed that the hand on his cock had sped up its movements, noticed that she had actually held on to the door-knob in a white-knuckle grip, and then forced herself to take a careful step forward, her movements uncoordinated and twitchy, her knees almost giving in as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Slowly and with a arousal-coated expression of effort she closed the door.
"Don't just stand there. Come to me," he said, his voice calm but firm.
"Please, I can't..." she whispered from trembling lips, her teeth biting down on them afterwards as the exhale turned into a moan, her blue eyes trying to focus on him yet continuously rolling back in her head.
He made a scoffing sound. Maybe a chuckle? And his wrist moved again. Suddenly the toy inside of her went from that sustained, low rumble into a different mode. High intensity pulses went through her, followed by a brief moment of relaxation, at about the speed of a heartbeat.
BUZZ! and pause... And BUZZ! and pause... And BUZZ! and pause...
Every buzz was instantly recognizable in Sydney's demeanor, in her posture, like a jolt of electricity that made her freeze up, that forced her shallow breath to stop dead in a gasp, that made her eyes lose focus of his face. And every buzz made her weaker in the knees, and before she knew it she was down on the ground in a squatting position, both of her hands pulling down her skirt between her thighs. She had not managed to take a full step towards him.
Finally the vibrations ceased and Sydney heard herself breathe, rapidly, shallowly, noisily. He let out a boyish giggle and shook his head.
"This thing is too much fun!" he said, never stopping his masturbation. His cock seemed to have grown harder during her little performance, and its head was now coated with slimy, shiny precum. "But seriously. Get over here. I'd love to feel your lips on my dick again."
Sydney swallowed and nodded, trying to push herself up on her arousal-weakened legs. And she was stopped cold as a new jolt of vibrations exploded from between her thighs, making her asshole clench and unclench around the plug in quick succession. All strength left her legs and she sunk down again, this time down onto her knees. A moan drifted from her lips and she glanced up to him. This had been just a little pulse, a quick attention-getter, and it still rocked her world and stopped her dead in her tracks, making all thoughts cease and starting fireworks of mindless lust in her head that left her pussy dripping its juices down her soft inner thigh and caused a feeling of pulsating numbness where just a moment ago the toy had vibrated with almost violent urgency.
"Oh no, stay down where you are," he commanded over the steady sound of his masturbation, "I like you on your knees. You can make your way over here on all fours like a good little toy."
Gingerly Sydney crawled forward on all fours. She was mindful in her approach, looking up to him like a timid lioness, yet she seemed ready to pounce whenever her blue eyes focused on that glistening cock of his. The toys in her felt squished together in this position, and even just crawling like this made her heart-shaped ass sway from side to side, caused the toys shift, made her eye-lids flutter. The remote-control in his hand loomed above her and its constant threat of sending another jolt of debilitating lust through her managed to make her feel a sort of preemptive arousal. The anticipation of another pulse of that strict machine in combination with the steady stimulation of the sextoys moving in her with every hip-swaying step forward made the young actress' breath become rather audible, inhales turned into sharp, hollow gasps, exhales moved past opened, quivering, full lips. And when she licked them she imagined his cock and how it would feel against them.
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"Holy fuck..." he moaned out, obviously liking the view as well. His hand sped up and he masturbated furiously as Sydney crawled over to him in that overtly sexualized, slow pace with a look on her face that would be perfectly described as cock-starved. "That's it, nice and slow. You are so hot right now. Come and get it, Syd. Suck this cock, please."
The little hint of pleading in his voice made the corner of Sydney's mouth twitch in a half-smirk. She thought back to previous encounters with him, thought about handcuffs tying him to the bed, the way desperation had crept into his begging as she lazily jerked him from one edge to the next over a period of nearly five hours, only to let go and watch his cock twitch aimlessly right before he would have been able to orgasm. The way he had profusely thanked her when she finally let him cross that edge and shoot the biggest load of cum she had ever seen all over his stomach.
How quickly roles could shift if your play-partner was as inventive as you.
As Sydney closed in her eyes became laser-focused on the cock, the head of it bouncing up and down as his fist closed around his shaft. She went cross-eyed as she was only a breath away and then she opened her mouth.
He felt overwhelmed. It was one thing to masturbate to Sydney Sweeney. Thousands of people did that every single day. But to actually feel her lips envelop the head of your cock? Her tongue slither over the precum-scented slit with the urgent intent of tasting you? Her gentle hands cupping both of your balls and gently squeezing them as if she wanted to hasten the load out of you? Her mouth producing a moan that was muffled by your very cock in it?
He wasn't aware of it, but a jolt quite similar to the ones going through Sydney whenever he played with the remote went through him in that instant.
Amusement flared up in Sydney's mischievous blue eyes as she peered up to him, saw him squirm, saw him tremble and clench his eyes shut. His hips flinched away, as if to escape her eager lips. But Sydney didn't let him, briefly making him feel the edge of her teeth until she felt him wince and heard him inhale sharply and plant his butt right back down in his arm-chair.
With his cock laid out in front of her like the meal she had missed for so long she wasted no time and got to work. His hands had let go of it and his fingers were digging into the arm-rests of his chair. Sydney let the tip of his cock's head go and instead angled her face side-ways, moving her parted lips up and down his shaft in a motion quite similar to a head-shake, her tongue flicking out and smearing her own spit all over it. Soon he was dripping wet, saliva hanging in glistening strings from his balls. Whenever she looked up he was either squirming around with eyes clenched shut or looking down with a wide-eyed, aroused, almost panicked look on his face. And that was right where she wanted him.
She was a good girl. A decent girl. At least that is what she told herself like we all tend to do. Yet when she took him into her mouth again she was wild, untamed and she inhaled his cock as deeply as she could. He was not penetrating her throat, but the throbbing, bulbous head of his cock was pushing right against that tight entrance, making her gag and forcing involuntary little tears to her eyes. She blinked them away and felt them paint intricate rivulets of smeared eye-liner over her cheeks, decorating her and marking her as the girl who sucked cock in the backrooms of a nationally televised award show.
She moved back up along that cock and then back down again, building a lovely, cock-sucking, nodding rhythm. Not too fast and not too quick. Her lips sucked and squelched her own saliva and his precum off his dick. She fully intended to be a good girl for him, to let him push even deeper and down into her throat. But the flicks of her tongue proved too much for him and he came unceremoniously.
She felt the tell-tale throbs of his erection before the thick, gooey liquid pooled up on her tongue, giving him a wiggle of her brows from down between his legs as he squirmed and made the futile and belated effort of slowing her sucking by planting a hand on her forehead until she slapped it away playfully.
Sydney slowed down and gently sucked the load out of him, one of her hands massaging his balls the other milking the lower half of his shaft into her open, waiting mouth, her tongue out and forming the most delectable pillow for the head of his dick as it oozed out the last of his pent up arousal.
Once the flow ebbed down she puckered her lips and noisily slurped the cum from his dick, gulping it down eagerly. She gave him a big, triumphant grin from down where she knelt, smears of his cum decorating her upper lip and her chin.
"Minute man..." she teased him with a merciless but cute chuckle.
He laughed along with her, albeit out of breath, and defensively lifted his hands. "Hey! Easy now, I was jerking off for a long time already. And you can't blame me. I mean, look at you!"
With that he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She was a bit taken aback, knowing that his cum was still draped around her mouth, but after a brief moment of open-eyed hesitation she let it happen, kissing him back deeply while his hands roamed her body, feeling her slender, exposed waist, running down over the bulge of her hips until both of his hands grabbed her ass cheeks. The skirt she wore was so small that it rode up, revealing the glistening jewel of the butt-plug between her soft cheeks. He groped her well, fingertips digging into soft flesh, pulling her cheeks apart and letting them go so they perkily joined up over the plug again. He finished off by spanking each cheek of hers a few times, each of those making her flinch and bite her grinning lower lip. She loved this. Groping, spanking, it all felt so good to her.
"Fuck... That feels so nice," Sydney purred and he grinned, forehead to forehead with her.
"We can always go for a round two. Meet me after you're done presenting your award. My wardrobe this time." He grinned boyishly. "That is, if you keep the toys in like a good girl. I promise I will be kind with that remote of mine. And I will make the hours of the broadcast melt away in moments with a few well-placed pulses to your sweet spot."
Sydney swallowed and nodded. She had come around to liking this. She was in love with this strict machine and craved to be at the receiving end of it. "Deal!" she blurted out, "Let me just call my stylist and get some help with my make-up. Someone made a mess of it."
And with that he stood up and they exchanged another brief kiss before parting ways, already longing to feel each others touch again.
Sydney was left behind with the familiar flavor of cum in her mouth. She got up and sat down in the chair, pulling it towards the vanity and looking at her reflection in the mirror. It felt good to make the toys shift inside her by scooting from one ass cheek to the other. Arousal briefly made her teeth chatter and she picked up her phone, sending a message to her make-up artist. Sure, there might be questions. But she'd come up with an excuse, even if the scent of cum on her breath made those very obvious.
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Disclaimer: This story is fictional and never happened.
Credit to Money for the song suggestion and idea to write an entry for this series.
The Jukebox Collection: Wild Side
Artist: Mötley Crüe
Starring: Vanessa Hudgens
Codes: MF, Public, Oral, Titfuck, Anal
Presented by Calibur009
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Vanessa Hudgens was considered one of the hottest women in Hollywood. Not only that, but she was known for having a wild side as well, and that side of the talented actress was on full display tonight. The Princess Switch actress was currently inside the restroom as loud rock music was blaring from outside. The former Disney actress was also making out with a guy she had just met only two minutes ago. Vanessa wore a black cut-off Motley Crue T-shirt that showed off her cleavage, toned midriff, silver spiked bracelets, form-fitting black jeans, and platform boots.
As for the mystery man that the actress was getting hot and heavy with, he was six feet tall with black hair, and his arms were also covered with various tattoos. He also wore a Motley Crue T-shirt, ripped blue jeans, and combat boots. As they made out, Vanessa was sitting on top of the bathroom counter next to the sink. During their wild make-out session, the Bandslam actress eventually took off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. The sexy actress/singer was now topless, and the man instantly groped her tits and sucked on her brown nipples.
A short time later, Vanessa was moaning out in pleasure as the man continued to suck on her B-sized breasts. She eventually licked the man’s neck before biting his right ear a bit. After a few minutes, the Beastly actress dropped to her knees. She flashed him a naughty smile as she unbuckled his belt. After that, she quickly unfastened the man’s jeans and pulled out his footlong cock. The 5’ 1” leading lady’s brown eyes widened at the sight of the man’s enormous dick.
“Damn! I am going to enjoy this big dick! I know you will, too.” Vanessa said as she parted her glossy lips and took half the man’s length into her mouth.
As the Freaks of Nature actress continued to blow the mystery man, long ropes of saliva dripped from her mouth onto her chin and tits. A few seconds later, Vanessa massaged amazing tits as she took more of the man’s long cock down her throat.
“Fuck! You’re huge! That’s it! Make me choke on that big dick!” Vanessa said as she deepthroated the man’s cock.
While Vanessa was orally assaulting his cock, the man removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. He jacked his lengthy cock while it was still inside the hot actress's mouth. After a while, the dark-haired beauty stuck out her wet tongue and smacked the man’s big dick across it a few times. When the former High School Musical star finished, she resumed sucking the man’s dick with more vigor than before.
“Mmhmm! I can tell that you love how I suck your big dick! Because that thing is throbbing like mad, and I fucking love it!” Vanessa said as she slurped on the man’s lengthy pink pole.
The man nodded in agreement as the actress was devouring his man’s beefy cock. It wasn’t long until Vanessa swallowed the man’s lengthy phallus down to the base. She also used her skilled tongue to tickle the underside of his dick as she did so. A few seconds later, Vanessa’s gag reflex kicked in, and she promptly released the man’s big cock from her talented mouth with a loud pop.
“Holy shit! I just love how it feels when a big cock hits the back of my throat.” Vanessa said with a big smile.
There were now several ropes of drool dangling from the Dog Days actress's mouth. A few seconds later, she used her left manicured hand to stroke the man’s shaft. The hot actress also sucked on his big balls.
“Mmm! Damn! Even your nuts are big and they taste good, too!” Vanessa said with a smile.
A short time later, Vanessa finally got to her feet. She wiped the excess spit from her mouth and removed the rest of her clothing. Now nude, the Bad Boys for Life actress sat on the restroom’s counter again. The former Disney actress spread her toned legs and signaled for the man to come closer to her. After that, the tall man immediately buried his head between her thighs and feasted on her honeypot.
“Oh yeah! That’s it! Eat my pussy just like that!” Vanessa moaned with a smile as the man ate her out.
As the man was licking away at her snatch, Vanessa grabbed the back of his head. That action encouraged him to eat her wet folds faster. Which he did, much to her delight.
“Oh my god! That’s the spot right there! Fuck! That feels so good! I’m ready for you to fuck me now!” Vanessa said with some soft moaning.
The man did not need to be told twice. He slipped his long cock into Vanessa’s slick pussy and fucked her. As he banged her, she let out several moans of pleasure. A few seconds later, he was thrusting into her cooze even faster.
“God yes! That’s it! Give it to me!” Vanessa moaned as the man fucked her.
As the man was pounding Vanessa’s pussy nonstop, he grabbed her right leg. After that, the tattooed stud began pistoning his immense cock into the hot actress/singer’s cooze at a much quicker pace.
“Oh my god yes! That’s it! Fuck me with that big dick!” Vanessa cried out.
A few minutes later, the mystery man was fucking Vanessa in the standing carry position. Her arms were firmly wrapped around the man’s neck as he thrust his big cock into her snatch. As he continued to fuck her, Vanessa scratched his strong back with her manicured black nails. The man fucked the hot actress in this position for quite some time.
“Holy shit! That’s it! Fucking give it to me!” Vanessa cried out with a smile.
While the man was pumping away at her pussy, the hot actress wrapped her legs around his waist. After that, he sped up his efforts and fucked her pussy much faster.
“Jesus! Oh my god! That big dick feels so fucking good!” Vanessa howled in pleasure as the man screwed her intensely.
Sometime later, Vanessa was bent over the sink as the man was banging her from behind. Her hands were also pressed against the mirror as she looked at her reflection. A few seconds later, the Frozen Ground actress looked back at the man with a mischievous smile and shook her ass a bit.
“Holy shit! That feels so good! Fuck me harder!” Vanessa moaned as she pushed her ass closer to the man.
The man obliged the hot Asian actress and fucked her pussy harder. He also slapped her booty as he banged her.
“That’s it! I want you to fuck my brains out tonight! Fuck me!” Vanessa cried out.
The Spring Breakers actress pushed her booty closer to the mystery dude as he fucked her from behind. Following that, he slapped her right ass cheek as he rammed his hard schlong into her cooze. After that, she looked back at him and wiggled her ass.
“Oh my god yes! Fill my pussy with that big cock! It feels so good!” Vanessa cried out as the man continued pounding her snatch.
About five minutes later, Vanessa was riding the man inside one of the restroom stalls. He was sitting on the toilet seat as she rode him reverse cowgirl. The mystery man also held onto the dark-haired beauty’s waist as she wildly bounced up and down on his big hard cock. While riding the man, the High School Musical actress had a look of pure lust on her pretty face.
“Oh fuck yes! I love riding your long dick!” Vanessa cried out as she bounced on the man’s big cock.
The Sucker Punch actress bounced her fit body up and down on the man’s cock for some time. She also rubbed her slick pussy for extra pleasure as she rode the man.
“Fuck me! Keep thrusting that big dick into my pussy! Oh my god yes!” Vanessa hollered as the man pistoned his cock into her.
Vanessa eventually rode the man cowgirl while they were still inside the stall. Before long, she placed her hands on the man’s shoulders, and she began grinding her fit body on his cock. As she did that, the tattooed man sucked her on swaying tits.
“Oh my god yes! Fuck me just like that!” Vanessa cried out as the man pistoned his big dick into her.
The Powerless actress immediately began to rock her sexy body back and forth as she rode the man’s large dick. Vanessa’s perfect tits even bounced up and down due to how fast she was riding the man.
“Yeah! That’s it! Keep fucking me with that big dick! It feels so good!” Vanessa hollered as she nimbly rode the man.
A few minutes later, Vanessa was on her knees with the man’s footlong dick stuffed inside her mouth. The Grease Live actress stroked the man’s big dick with her left hand as she sucked it, and her right hand to strum her pussy.
“Mmm! Keep fucking my mouth with that big dick! It tastes so fucking good!” Vanessa said as she slurped on the man's schlong.
After a few seconds, the Filipino beauty spat on the man’s enormous cock and began slurping on it much faster. A long string of saliva also ran down the Bad Boys For Life actress’s chin as she blew him, and she cradled the man’s balls with her left hand.
“Taking your big fat cock down my throat turns me on so fucking much!” Vanessa said as she choked down more of the man’s lengthy dick.
A few minutes later, Vanessa placed the man’s saliva-soaked cock between her cleavage. After that, she squeezed her tanned boobs together, and she gave the man an amazing titfuck.
“Yes! That’s it! Keep sliding that big dick between my titties! It feels so fucking good!” Vanessa cooed.
When the man was finished sawing his cock between Vanessa’s boobs, she got to her feet. After that, she walked over to the countertop and bent over. The Frozen Ground actress looked back at the mystery dude and gave him a sexy smirk.
“Come on! I want you to shove that big dick in my ass now. Do it! I want it so bad.” Vanessa said in a very sexual tone.
The man walked behind the hot actress with a grin etched on his face. He spread her tanned cheeks and inserted his schlong into her ass crack. A few seconds later, Vanessa had a look of pure ecstasy as the man gave her a deep anal pounding. He also slapped her ass while his cock was buried inside her booty.
“Oh my fucking god! That’s it! Wear my ass out with that big dick! It feels so good!” Vanessa cried out as the man pounded her rump.
The Princess Switch actress continued letting out loud moans of pleasure as the man pumped into her ass. He also smacked the Say OK singer’s rear end again and banged her backdoor faster.
“Fuck! Oh my god yes! Pound my ass just like that!” Vanessa moaned loudly as the man pumped five inches of his cock in and out into her booty.
Moments later, the sexy actress looked back at the man and smiled, and it was all the motivation needed to ram her ass faster with his big veiny cock. Before long, the Spring Breakers actress screamed in pleasure from the swift anal pounding she was receiving. However, the man was very close to blowing his load, but he persisted and continued to fuck Vanessa’s ass with all of his might.
“Yes! That’s it! I’m ready for you to cum on my ass now!” Vanessa cried out.
The man nodded his head in agreement before retrieving his cock from the Bad Boys for Life actress's bowels. After that, he jacked his footlong vanilla pole with his right hand until he fired several ropes of thick white cum onto Vanessa’s ass and back. When the tattooed man was done hosing her backside down with warm cum, the thirty-something actress laughed about it.
“Damn! You had a lot of cum inside those balls. But I guess I just have that effect on guys.” Vanessa said with a big smile as she shook her cum glazed ass again.
Sometime later, Vanessa had cleaned herself up and had her clothes back on. Likewise, the man she had just finished having sex with was now dressed as well. The actress/singer was currently applying a fresh coat of gloss to her lips before she smiled.
“Damn! That was fun. But we should get back to the concert now. Hey! What is your name anyway?” Vanessa asked the man.
Before the man could answer, the actress cut him off.
“It doesn’t matter. We can fuck again after the concert. They’re playing Wild Side now. That’s my favorite song from them. Let’s go!” Vanessa said with an excited tone.
Vanessa rushed out of the restroom with a satisfied smile. Not only that, but the nameless man quickly followed her, so they could enjoy the rest of the concert.
The End
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Now this was worth the wait the sex was plenty hot plus it gives a new spin on bathroom sex scenes if I do some scenes in other projects I'm going to have to up my writing game with this around looking forward to the next entry
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Hi. Here's my first shot at one of these song themed stories. Please let me know what you think
Pour Some Sugar on Me (Def Leppard and Ariana Richards)
Ariana Richards was nothing short of ecstatic. After weeks of interviews and appearances she finally got a long deserved evening to herself. She had let out a scream when she had heard on the radio that Def Leppard, one of her favorite bands was going to be in town. She rushed right out, buying a front row seat. The concert had been nothing short of amazing. The band was great and most of the guys had even been staring at her all night. Ariana wasn't surprised considering the outfit she had chosen. Normally she would've dressed a little bit more conservative, but this was a rock concert after all. She had on a skin tight red dress with holes in all the right places. Between the low cut of the dress and the strapless push up bra underneath she had no doubt it was her impressive cleavage that had drawn the band members' eyes this evening.
Despite her excitement Ariana thought she did a great job of acting calm when one of the arena security guards came to her as the show ended, telling her to follow him backstage. "What's going on? Did I do something wrong?" Ariana exclaims, a look of fake panic on her face. "No ma'am, the band asked me to bring back stage. You know, normal meet and greet type stuff," the guard replied. The closer they got to the band's dressing room Ariana realized there weren't really any other people around. That suited her just find since the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with a bunch of twenty year old groupies, desperate to get close to anyone who was even remotely famous. Some might have called her a groupie but Ariana disagreed. She'd met hundreds of celebrities in her career, but this was different. She loved the band and their music. Of course Pour Some Sugar on Me was her favorite song, she'd even posted a video with that song on her Facebook page. No, for her going backstage was a chance to meet the musicians she had admired for years.
Reaching the dressing room the guard goes up to door and knocks. She can't help but notice the two hard knocks and two softer knocks on the door, almost as if it was some kind of code. "Come in," a voice calls from inside the room and the guard nods at Ariana. She opens the door slowly, poking her head in the room. Ariana gasps, seeing all the band members sitting around, staring back at her. They were all there, just several feet in front of her: Vivian Campbell, Phil Collen, Rick Allen, Joe Elliot, and Rick Savage. "Don't just stand there. Come on in and close the door," Phil says. "Wow this is awesome. I never thought I'd get the chance to meet Def Leppard. I'm a huge fan," Ariana says, closing the door behind her. The men are spread out around the room, several couches lining the walls. "Have a seat," Joe says motioning to the spot on the couch between him and Vivian.
She sits down, trying not to let her nervousness show. "What's your name?" Joe asks. "I'm Ariana," she replies. "We saw you in the front row. It looked like you were having a good time. How long have you been a fan?" Joe asks. "My whole life. Pour Some Sugar on Me is definitely my favorite song," Ariana replies, blushing. "Ours too," Vivian says. There's a moment of awkward silence in the room, Ariana looking from man to man. "So who's going first?" Ariana asks nervously. "What do you mean?" Phil asks. "I mean which of you am I having sex with first. The security guard said something about the 'VIP experience' on the way back here," she replies. "Oh, we were going to give you a tour of the backstage area and invite you to dinner. But if you want to have sex we definitely could do that instead," Rick Savage replies, grinning at her.
Joe leans in kissing Ariana hard on the lips as his hand rubs on her thigh. As they make out she feels Vivian's hands running up the sides of her body, stopping only once they reach her breasts. Vivian grabs and squeezes them gently, a moan escaping her lips. Vivian begins kissing her neck, his hands still exploring her breasts, Joe still kissing her all the while. The three of them go at it for a few minutes until the men stop suddenly. Joe stands, gently pulling Ariana to her feet. "Those are B cup right?" Joe asks, his eyes staring deep into her cleavage. Ariana blushes. "Yeah, but between the pushup bra and this dress it makes them look like C, or even D cup," she giggles. "We don't care how big they are as long as we get to see them," Vivian says, grabbing the zipper on the back of her dress and pulling it down, Ariana shivering as the cool air in the room hits her exposed back. The two men slide the dress down her body, leaving her in her red strapless bra and the skimpy panties she decided to wear tonight.
Vivian doesn't stop there. He unhooks the clasps on the front of her bra, the men cheering as it falls to the floor, exposing her tits. "Lie down on your back," Joe says. "We have a little initiation that we have all of our 'VIP' fans go through," he explains. Ariana does as she's told, lying down on the couch. She watches Joe go to a small table in the corner, picking something up from next to the coffee maker. Joe returns, holding a few packets of sugar in his hand. He opens them, pouring the sugar in a straight line, starting between her tits and ending just above her belly button. Joe leans in near her belly button, opens his mouth and slowly drags his tongue up her body, licking up as much of the sugar as he can. His tongue feels so good on her bare skin. "Mmmmm,' Ariana groans as Joe goes in for a second pass. This time he starts between her tits and moves down towards her stomach. He goes up and down her body a few more times, stopping only once all the sugar is gone. "So, now that you've officially been made one of our top 'VIPs' I think it's time we move on to the next activity of the evening. For this next part we're going to need you to get down on your knees Baby," Joe says.
Ariana leaps off the couch, not wanting to disappoint the guys. She's on her knees in a heartbeat, knowing full well what's about to happen, Ariana doing her best not to appear too excited as the men surround her. They all drop their pants, kicking them aside. Ariana doesn't know where to begin with so many dicks to choose from. She finally decides to start with Joe, her way of saying thank you for inviting her backstage. The next ten minutes fly by in a whirlwind of dicks. Ariana sucks and strokes, strokes and sucks, moving from man to man, sucking one dick while jerking off two of them at a time, spit running down her chest and tits. After the first couple of minutes she loses track of who's who, the men constantly switching spots in the circle. Ariana doesn't care though. All she wants is to impress the band she loves so much in any way she can. Finally they signal her to stop. Deep down she's a little grateful as she's completely exhausted. They help her up, walking her back to the couch. Her curiosity is peaked as Rick Savage and Phil walk over to one of the other couches in the room and begin removing the cushions. As she watches the two of them pull the couch out into a bed she understands, catching her second wind.
"You did an awesome job sucking us all off Baby," Joe says. "We were hoping you'd let us run a train on you tonight. What do you say?" he asks eagerly. Ariana feels a bit of panic at the question. Sure, she's been in a few gangbangs before but this was different. If she agrees to this she'd have to endure five men back to back. Could she handle that? The better question is did she want to let the band down? No, she can't have gotten this far only to ruin this once in a lifetime opportunity. She decides that she'll talk dirty to them, hoping that we speed things up. "Ok I'm in," she replies softly. "Good to hear. Each of us will pick a hole and fuck it until we cum. Mouth, pussy or ass. Are you ok with that?" Joe asks. "Yeah that's fine," Ariana says. "Who's first?" she asks. "We'll let Mr. Allen go first," Joe says. Rick grins at her, pointing to the bed. "Let's go. Get those pretty little lips of yours ready, because after that blowjob I want some one on one time with your mouth," he says.
Ariana climbs onto the bed, sitting on the edge. "Lie down on your back with your head hanging off the edge," Rick says. He walks over, putting his left foot up on the bed. "Open wide sweetheart," he says, lowering his hips towards her face. Ariana obeys, opening her mouth as much as she can, Rick's dick sliding down her throat. It gags her for a second, Ariana quickly relaxing her throat as he pushes further into her mouth. He finally stops once his balls press up against Ariana's face, rubbing against her nose. The drummer begins to rock his hips back and forth, his cock pumping like a piston in Ariana's mouth. Saliva drips all over her face as Rick fucks her throat without mercy, the other band members laughing in the background.
GWAH! GWAH! GWAH! Ariana tries to focus on their comments but the only things she can hear is the sound of Rick's dick gagging her, followed closely by the sound of his balls slapping against her mouth. As Rick begins to speed up his thrusts Ariana begins to wonder if she's going to regret agreeing to the train. As if he can read her mind Rick takes his hand, sliding it between her legs and into her panties. He rubs her clit hard and Ariana feels herself starting to get wet. Reaching up, Ariana tries to get one of her hands around his balls, but the best she can manage is being able to rub a few fingers against his balls. It's enough though as she feels Rick's cock tense up, the drummer groaning loudly. Ariana braces for what she knows comes next. Rick cums hard, pumping his load down her throat. Time slows down and it feels like she's swallowed gallons of cum before Rick finally finishes.
He pulls out of Ariana's mouth, the blonde coughing and gasping for air. "That was fucking amazing!" Rick says. "Who's next?" Ariana wheezes, wiping some of the spit off her face. "I am," Rick Savage says. "Awesome, let's get both Ricks out of the way first," Joe laughs. "I'm going to pick your ass. Get on all fours on the bed, facing the guys," Savage instructs her. Ariana does as she's told, getting in the doggystyle position, facing the other band members. Rick Savage gets on the bed behind her, sliding her panties off her hips and down her legs. As Rick throws her panties aside, and seconds later she feels him spreading her asscheeks wide. He spits on her asshole, getting it lubed up, pressing the tip of his cock against it. "You ready?" he asks her. "You know it," Ariana replies. "That's what I like to hear," Rick says, laughing, pushing himself into her tight asshole. "Oh fuck!" Ariana blurts out, face reddening with embarrassment. She was no stranger to anal sex but Rick catches her off guard with his speed. Grabbing her hard by the hips he begins vigorously pumping in and out of her ass, never fully pulling out of her. "Oh yeah Rick! Fuck my tight little ass!" Ariana groans, trying to avoid eye contact with the other four band members as their friend drills her ass.
"Come on baby. Don't be shy," Vivian says. Ariana forces herself to stare straight at the four of them. "Uggghh! Give it to me baby! Don't stop!" Ariana moans, locking eyes with Vivian as she does. Rick reaches up her body, gathering her hair in his hands and pulls her hair gently. "That's right baby! Pull my hair while you stretch my poor asshole!" Ariana groans. "You like getting fucked in the ass on all fours? I bet you like when a guy makes you his dirty little whore," Rick growls. "No I fucking love it!" Ariana growls back. All of her dirty talk finally pays off, Rick slides his hands under her body, squeezing her tits hard, his cock tensing up in her ass. With a loud groan Rick shoots his load into her round, little ass. "Ugghh! That's right baby! Cum in my ass! Give me every last drop of cum you've got," Ariana groans. Rick finishes quickly, pulling out of her ass. Hopping off the bed he walks around to her, Ariana sucking his cock clean. Rick takes a seat on couch next to his friends. "Woooo! That was fucking great! Who's next?" he asks.
"I am," Joe says, standing up. He walks over to the bed. "We're going to give her poor, little asshole a break this round. I want a turn with her pussy," Joe says. That's fine with Ariana. After the pounding her ass just took her ass needs a few minutes to recover. "Get on your back and open those legs wide," Joe laughs, kneeling in front of her. She quickly obeys, mentally preparing herself for what she's sure will be another rough pounding for one of her holes. Placing a hand on either of her thighs Joe leans down, flicking his tongue on her clit. "Mmmm! That feels amazing," Ariana groans. He gives her clit a few more licks, slipping a few fingers inside her. Joe moves them in a circular motion, stretching her inner walls. "Right there baby! That's the spot. Please don't stop," Ariana moans, writhing in pleasure.
Joe disappoints her, pulling his fingers out of her as he stops eating her out. "Hey don't look at me like that. I only did that to get you wet and ready for my cock. You're here to help us guys have a good time, remember?" Joe asks, grinning at her. Taking his cock in one hand, he rubs it up and down her pussy lips. "Don't tease me. I want you inside me so bad," Ariana whines, pouting at him. Once again he disappoints her by stopping, motioning to the guys. They toss him another sugar packet from the table. Opening it, he pours the sugar on Ariana's clean shaven crotch, licking it off of her with long, slow strokes. She moans in approval, hoping that Joe will end all this unnecessary foreplay and get to the good part.
The third time is the charm, Joe finally giving her what she wants. Leaning over her, his body just inches from hers, Joe slowly penetrates her, inch by agonizing inch. The deeper he enters her, the closer his body gets to hers. Finally fully inside Ariana, the rock star practically laying on top of her, as he begins to pump in and out of her pussy. He starts slow at first, Joe's body pinning her to the thin mattress beneath them both. Ariana finds the whole situation incredibly hot, despite her initial hesitation. Joe picks up speed, their hips crashing together over and over as he fucks her hard, squeezing her tits as he does. "Ohhh! Ahhh! Right there! Fuck me just like that!" Ariana cries as Joe pounds her hole without mercy. "Fuck me like one of your groupie whores!" Ariana moans. "Baby you're nothing like those groupies. They try to fuck as many famous guys as they can. You're here because you're a fan of the group. Least we can do is show you a good time," he grunts, thrusting into her over and over.
Between being pinned down by Joe, his hands running all over her body, and the huge dick drilling deep inside her Ariana reaches her limit. "Oh fuck Joe! Your dick feels amazing! I'm going to cum!" Ariana shrieks, her body trembling as she climaxes. Joe can feel Ariana's pussy spasming violently around his dick and he finally can't take anymore. "Fuck! Me too!" Joe grunts. His cock feels like a firehouse between her legs as the rock star pumps his huge, warm load deep inside her. "That's right baby! Fill my pussy with your cum," Ariana moans as her orgasm starts to wind down. Joe's cock twitches inside her a few more time before he pulls out of her. "Damn, Joe got her good," Vivian laughs. "Look at all that cum," Vivian says. Ariana doesn't need to. She can feel the semen oozing out from between her legs, slowly dripping down towards her ass hole. Taking a few fingers Ariana wipes up the cum, sticking the fingers into her mouth and licking them cleaning. "Who's next?" Ariana asks with a grin.
"That would be me," Vivian says, rising off the couch. "I'm thinking we give your poor little pussy a break and go back to your ass hole," he says. "Fine with me," Ariana says, shrugging. Vivian sits next to her on the bed, pulling her close as he kisses her. He slips his tongue into her mouth as he reaches under Ariana, squeezing her ass in both his hands. Vivian's hands leave her ass as quickly as they appeared, slipping between their bodies as the musician gently grabs her nipples, giving them a little tug. Ariana groans, slipping her tongue in Vivian's mouth. They kiss for another few seconds before Vivian pulls away. "Alright, enough foreplay," he laughs. He lies down on his back, motioning to Ariana over. "Turn around and get your sweet little ass on this cock,Vivian says. " The guys love watching a sweet piece of ass getting fucking reverse cowgirl. The show is incredible: those perfect tits bouncing all over the place, that pretty little pussy on display for the whole world to see, and a big cock shoved up that tight, little ass of yours," Vivian says. Ariana has to admit that when he puts it like that, it sounds pretty hot.
Ariana gets into position, her back to Vivian. Slowly she lowers her hips towards him until the tip of his dick is pressing against her asshole. Taking a deep breath she continues downward, Vivian stretching her asshole as he enters her. "Uggghhh! Ahhh! It's so big," Ariana groans. She goes slow, getting every last inch of him inside her, before she begins to slide herself up and down Vivian's cock. "Ugh! That's the way baby. Slow and steady. I want you to enjoy every second with my cock in your ass," Vivian laughs. Ariana barely hears him, focused instead on the other band members as they watch intently, as their friend ass fucks her. It's just like Vivian said it would be. Her arched back thrusting her bouncing tits forward, the angle of her wide open legs leaving her pussy on full display for the guys to see, and their friend burying his hard dick up her aching asshole. She feels the pleasure slowly building inside her as she works her ass up and down his cock, and she knows she can't last too much longer. She catches eyes with Phil, panicking as she realizes how much the night's events have taken out of her. Afraid she won't be able to last one more round with yet another band member she makes a split second decision.
"Ugh! Agh! Oh fuck! Look, I know you all were taking turns with me but I don't think I can last much longer. Phil get in here!" Ariana groans, nodding in the direction of her waiting pussy. If Phil is disappointed he doesn't show it as he jumps off the couch. He climbs up onto the bed, making a beeline for her empty hole. Without warning he plunges into her, already rock hard. "God your hard dicks feel so good in both my holes! Make me cum guys! Fuck me hard!" Ariana screams incoherently, overwhelmed by the two big cocks between her legs. The men alternate their thrusts, groaning and grunting. Not even a few minutes later and Ariana's prediction comes true, the blonde shrieking as she orgasms on their cocks. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming so goddamn hard!" Ariana cries in pleasure, tears running down her face. Her climax is the last straw for the men, Vivian cumming hard into Ariana's ass, Joe filling her pussy seconds later. Ariana is still panting hard as the men tip her sideways, laying her gently on the bed as they pull out of her. She groans, feeling their loads slowly leak from both her holes, running down her thighs.
Normally she'd be horrified at the thought of a bunch of men seeing her in this state; naked, exhausted, sweaty with cum running down her body. But as she looks at the men she can tell they're more impressed than anything else. "That was crazy. Most girls we invite backstage don't last nearly that long," Joe says, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah, she's definitely not your average groupie," Phil laughs. "Does this mean you'll give me a call the next time you're in town for a show?" Ariana asks, smiling weakly. "You better believe it," Vivian laughs...
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Not sure this will fly if it was Ariana and the author instead of the band it would work if I'm understanding the main rule of the song performer doesn't have sex in the story but can make an appearance if needed the song itself is just the backdrop to the story setting
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Not sure this will fly if it was Ariana and the author instead of the band it would work if I'm understanding the main rule of the song performer doesn't have sex in the story but can make an appearance if needed the song itself is just the backdrop to the story setting
Ariana posted a video on her Facebook page with the Def Leppard song playing as she walked down the candy aisle in a grocery store. That's where I came up with the idea for the story
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Disclaimer: This story is fictional and never happened.
The Jukebox Collection: Need You Tonight
Artist: INXS
Starring: Madison Pettis
Codes: MF, Oral, Titfuck, Facial
Presented by Calibur009
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Los Angeles, California
The time was 7:35 PM when a 2018 blue Camry pulled up to the home of Madison Pettis. A few seconds later, Drake Townsend honked his car’s horn with a big smile. He was an upcoming actor who also did modeling work on the side. Thanks to his agent, Drake landed a recurring role as an extra on the series, Five Points. He was grateful for that opportunity. Especially since he saw it as a stepping stone that could lead to bigger roles in the future.
More importantly, it gave him a chance to be around Madison Pettis. She was one of the stars of the show, and he had a big crush on her as well. While working with her on the show, they got to know each other very well. Even after the series ended its short run, they kept in touch. So, he was ecstatic when Madison finally agreed to go on a date with him tonight.
Drake was 25 years old with blue eyes and short dark brown hair. The young actor was 5’ 10” with an above-average build from keeping himself in great shape. Being an actor in Hollywood, it was something he had to do. He wore a black blazer, a red shirt, blue jeans, and black dress shoes.
“I still can’t believe that Madison agreed to go to dinner with me tonight.” Drake said to himself with a grin as he waited for the 24-year-old starlet.
Madison eventually left her house and walked toward Drake’s car. The sexy actress/model/dancer was dressed in round gold earrings, in a red top with slits on the sides that showed off her cleavage, two bracelets around her left wrist, a black skirt, and boots with heels. The former Disney actress also carried a silver studded purse with her.
“Damn! She looks incredible.” Drake said as he salivated at the sight of the beautiful young woman approaching his vehicle.
Madison finally entered the passenger side of her date’s car. She then leaned over and kissed Drake’s right cheek and smiled at him as she buckled up her seatbelt.
“Hi, Drake. Are you ready for our dinner date?” Madison asked cheerfully.
“Yes, I am Madison. I have been waiting to go on a date with you for a while now. That reminds me.” Drake replied as he reached into the backseat of his car before continuing. “These are for you, and I hope you like them.”
“Aw! That is so sweet, Drake. I love them.” Madison responded with a bright smile after she smelled the roses that her date gave her.
“I’m glad you like them. If you’re ready, we can head to the restaurant now.” Drake replied as his blue eyes were focused on the beautiful starlet’s body.
“Yes, I’m ready, Drake. Let’s go.” Madison responded with a head nod as she fastened her seat belt.
“Okay. Let’s go.” Drake replied before he drove off.
Two hours later, the couple were at Applebee’s while enjoying their dinner. Madison had ordered three-cheese chicken penne, and Drake was dining on top sirloin steak, garlic potatoes, and broccoli. As the pair ate their food, they were conversing as well.
“Wow. Drake, you must have been hungry with the way you’re wolfing down your food. But seriously, thank you for dinner.” Madison said with a chuckle before she sipped on some water from her glass.
“To be honest. I haven’t eaten since lunch. Anyway, I’m glad to be here with you tonight.” Drake replied with a smile.
“I’m happy to be here with you tonight, too, Drake. The truth is, when we were working on Five Points, I always thought you were handsome. There were several times when I was waiting for you to ask me out. I just wondered what took you so long to do it.” Madison said as she stared at the actor with her brown eyes.
“That’s a good question, Madison. I admit I was a bit intimidated by you. Especially with you being so hot and everything.” Drake replied before he drank some of his water.
“Hey! I’m very approachable. It’s not like I would have bitten you if you had spoken to me at the time.” Madison replied with a chuckle as she shook her head. The beautiful starlet paused briefly before she spoke again. “Drake, I need you tonight. So do you want to get out here now?”
“What? So you want to…” Drake replied in a surprised tone before he was cut off by his date.
“Yes. How about we go back to your place?” Madison said while she flashed Drake an eager smile.
“Okay!” Drake replied excitedly before he called their server over to their table for the check.
Fifteen minutes later, the couple was making out inside Drake’s car. As the two continued to lock lips, Madison eventually broke away from Drake.
“Kissing you has been fun, Drake. But we should hit the road now.” Madison said as she fastened her seat belt.
“You’re right. I think we got a little carried away. Let’s hit the road.” Drake replied as he placed the key into the ignition of his car. He then drove off from the restaurant’s parking lot.
While Drake was driving, Madison glanced over and noticed the erection inside his pants. A few seconds later, she looked over at him with a naughty smile. After that, she placed her head on his lap and unzipped his jeans.
“Whoa! What are you doing, Madison?” Drake asked in a surprised tone.
“I need something to keep me occupied till we get to your place. So just keep driving and let me have some fun with your cock.” Madison replied with a smile.
Madison proceeded to fish out her date’s hard nine-inch cock. At first, she was a bit stunned at how big it was but got over it quickly. A few seconds later, the Margaux actress wrapped her pink lips around Drake’s dick and bobbed her head up and down.
“Oh my god! Your dick is so big! It’s so thick, too!” Madison said as she gave her date a wet blowjob.
“Fuck! That feels so good.” Drake said out loud as he tried to concentrate on the road.
The caramel-skinned actress let out a laugh as she gave her date road head. Thirty-five minutes later, the couple were inside Drake’s house, and they made a beeline to his bedroom. The pair immediately stripped out of their clothing. Now nude, the pair made out again. Drake even kissed Madison’s neck a few times. After that, the fit actor picked up his date and playfully tossed her onto his bed. The actor quickly joined her and began sucking on her B-sized breasts.
“Oh yeah! I have been waiting for this all night.” Madison cooed.
“Madison, your tits are perfect.” Drake said as he continued to squeeze and suck on brown nipples.
About three minutes later, Madison was lying missionary on the bed with her legs spread. After that, Drake immediately placed his head between the brown-haired starlet’s thighs and ate her out.
“Yes! I love that so much! You’re eating my pussy so good! Please don’t stop!” Madison cooed with a pleased grin.
“Wow! Your pussy is so sweet.” Drake said as he continued to dine on Madison’s cooze.
After some time, Madison was resting on her knees as she gave Drake a blowjob. She also used her right manicured hand to stroke his shaft as she blew him.
“Mmhmm! Your big dick is so good! We should have done this sooner.” Madison said as she slurped on her date’s hard vanilla cock.
Shortly, the hot actress took Drake’s member back into her soothing mouth and sucked it faster. Eventually, she turned her attention to his balls and licked them. As the biracial actress sucked on the actor’s nuts, she used her right hand to jack his saliva-stained dick.
A short time later, the couple were 69ing on the bed. Madison was lying on top of Drake’s sculpted body as she sucked away at his cock. Drake also gripped the Texas-born starlet’s ass cheeks as he licked her tasty cooze.
“Oh god! I love how you eat my pussy! Keep it up!” Madison cried out while licking her date’s manhood as he ate her out.
Three minutes later, Madison lowered herself onto Drake’s cock. Following that, he grabbed the Margaux actress’s waist as she began riding him.
“Oh my god! That’s it! Fuck me!” Madison cried out as her date pistoned his cock into her pussy.
Just seconds later, the He’s All That actress placed her hands on Drake’s chest as she continued bouncing up and down on his dick. Also, the caramel-skinned beauty’s perfect tits began swaying as she rode the actor at a fast pace.
“Yes! I love riding your dick! It’s better than I imagined!” Madison moaned with a smile as she rode Drake faster.
“So you’ve thought about this?” Drake asked with a smile.
“I sure have. Oh my god! You’re fucking me so good!” Madison replied as she moaned.
Drake used Madison’s admission as motivation before he tightened his grip on her waist. After that, the upcoming actor drove his cock into the He’s All That actress’s pussy until he hit her G-spot.
“Fuck! That’s it! Make me cum on your cock! It feels so good!” Madison cried out in ecstasy.
A few minutes later, Drake was kneeling behind Madison and slipped his cock into her love tunnel. As the actor fucked the brown-eyed beauty doggystyle, he got carried away and slapped her right ass cheek repeatedly.
“Sorry, Madison. I couldn’t help myself. Your ass looks so good.” Drake said with a laugh as he kept fucking her.
“It’s okay! I do have a nice ass! So I don’t blame you!” Madison replied with a giggle as she moaned in pleasure.
Drake continued to ram his big cock into Madison’s great pussy for quite some time. Additionally, Madison looked back at the actor while pushing her booty back as her date as he plowed into her love tunnel.
“That’s it! Fuck me, Drake! Give all of that big cock!” Madison hollered.
About ten seconds later, Madison swayed her caramel booty as Drake slammed his hard cock into her pussy. Following that, he smiled and slapped the actress's ass again before fucking her faster.
“Oh my god! Drake, you’re fucking me so good! Please don’t stop!” Madison cried out as she panted with a smile.
As the night progressed, The American Pie: Girls’ Rules actress was resting on her back with her smooth legs elevated as Drake fucked her nonstop. Besides that, her round caramel breasts constantly bounced as the upcoming actor banged her at a quick pace.
“Yes! Fuck my pussy just like that! It feels so good!” Madison moaned in pleasure as Drake hammered her snatch.
Before long, the 24-year-old actress used her right hand to rub her clit as her lover continued to fuck her. A few seconds later, Drake placed the light-skinned starlet’s smooth legs over his shoulders. After that, he began jackhammering Madison’s pussy, and she loved every second of it.
“Holy shit! Oh my god! That’s it! Fuck me just like that!” Madison howled as Drake fucked her fast and hard.
Later that night, Drake was mounted on top of Madison with his throbbing cock sandwiched between her amazing tits. A few seconds later, she squeezed her breasts together as her date slid his nine-inch dick between them. He also wore a big grin on his face as she gave him an incredible titjob.
“Oh my god! Yes! I love how you fuck my titties!” Madison cooed.
“Damn! Your tits feel amazing, Madison.” Drake replied as he sawed his cock between her cleavage.
“Oh yes! Keep fucking my tits just like that! It feels so good!” Madison responded with some soft moans.
Much later, Madison lowered herself on Drake’s pole, and she began riding him in the reverse cowgirl position. He gripped the sexy starlet’s waist and immediately after that he began thrusting his dick into her fantastic pussy. Additionally, the biracial beauty’s big tits jiggled as she rapidly rode her date’s hard cock.
“Oh my god! You’re making me cum all over your big cock! It feels so good!” Madison cried out as she nimbly bounced up and down on Drake’s manhood.
Five minutes later, Drake was spooning with Madison while holding onto her left leg. As he pumped away at the hot starlet’s pussy, she clutched his sheets and cried out in pleasure several times.
“Oh my god! Your dick is so good! Give it to me!” Madison moaned as Drake pistoned his dick into her marvelous pussy.
Later that night, Drake was screwing Madison from behind, and he had a firm grip on her hips. The Life with Boys actress also looked back at him with an approving look as he continued to fuck her. Besides that, the beautiful starlet’s caramel skin glistened from her heated sex session with the upcoming actor.
“Oh my god yes! You’re fucking me so good! I’m ready for your cum now!” Madison moaned while panting as Drake kept screwing her.
“Where do you want it?” Drake asked.
“I want you to cum on my face.” Madison replied.
Seconds later, Drake pulled out of the starlet and jacked his throbbing dick. As he did that, Madison turned around and rested on her knees. The handsome actor kept beating his meat until he expelled a load of milky jissom onto Madison’s beautiful face. After that, the Five Points actress smiled about the facial she had just received.
“Just wow! That was incredible, Drake. Oh my god! I’m so glad we finally had sex tonight.” Madison said with a fulfilled smile.
“Yeah! It was a long time coming. But I’m glad it happened tonight, too.” Drake replied with a grin.
“Yes, I am too. We need to shower now. Then you can drive me home.” Madison responded as she left the bed.
“Sounds great.” Drake replied in a chipper tone.
“Hey, Drake. I want to do this again next week for our second date.” Madison responded with a wink.
“Anything for you, Madison.” Drake replied with a grin.
A few minutes later, the couple left the bedroom together to take a shower.
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Great work Madison was frisky gotta love that overall the sex was plenty hot I'll have to keep this in mind for reference later
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Great story. Madison sounds like a fun date ;D