Glazed & Famous #1
With Paris Berelc
Written by TheLW
Codes: FMMM+, Bukkake, Facial, Handjob
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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The old house on the edge of the city felt alive with tension. Paris Berelc had spent weeks arranging this night, carefully selecting twelve men through private messages and teasing video calls. She wanted to be completely overwhelmed. She wanted to feel owned, and used until she was a dripping, glistening mess.
She started the evening dressed in an outfit that drove them wild, a cropped black-and-white top stretched tight across her full breasts with the bold text “50% Pretty 50% Evil,” the tiny black ruffled skirt that barely covered anything, and the glossy red thigh-high stockings hugging her legs like a second skin. Her vivid red hair spilled down her back, and her tattoos peeked out as she moved with deliberate sensuality.
The men arrived one by one and gathered in the dimly lit bedroom. The air grew thick with lust as they watched her. Paris smiled that wicked, half-innocent smile and slowly turned in place, letting them admire every curve.
“You know what I want tonight,” she said, her voice low and smoky. “No limits. I want all of you. Strip.”
Clothes hit the floor quickly. Soon twelve naked men surrounded the large bed, their cocks already thickening in their fists. Paris hooked her thumbs into her skirt and slid it down her legs, kicking it aside. Then she peeled the crop top off slowly, teasing them as her tits bounced free, nipples stiff with excitement. Naked now except for those bright red stockings, she crawled onto the bed on all fours, giving them a long, tantalizing view of her ass and the slick arousal already glistening between her thighs.
She settled in the center of the mattress, kneeling upright with her knees spread wide. The red lighting bathed her skin in a warm, sinful glow. Paris ran her hands up her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples as she looked around the circle.
“Start stroking for me,” she purred. “I want to watch you all get rock hard before anyone touches me.”
The men obeyed. Twelve hands wrapped around twelve cocks, moving slowly at first. The room filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of skin on skin. Paris watched hungrily, biting her lower lip as the men pumped their fists up and down their shafts. Some stroked lazily, squeezing at the base and sliding up to twist over the heads. Others built a faster rhythm, their breathing growing heavier. Cocks swelled and throbbed in their grips, thick veins standing out, heads growing slick with precum.
Paris shifted on her knees, arching her back to push her tits forward. “That’s it... nice and slow. Look at all those hard cocks. I love seeing you work them for me.” Her voice was a filthy encouragement that made several of the men groan. One man in particular, a tall, muscular guy with a thick shaft, twisted his hand over the head on every upstroke, smearing his leaking precum down the length. Another, slimmer but long, stroked with long, full strokes from base to tip, his balls tightening visibly.
She could see the tension building. Jaws clenched. Breathing deepened. Grips tightened. Cocks glistened under the red light as more precum dripped and was spread by eager hands. Paris reached out and gently ran her fingertips along two of the nearest shafts, not stroking them yet, just teasing, feeling them twitch at her touch.
“Keep going,” she whispered. “Get them throbbing. I want them aching for me.”
The circle continued. The wet sounds of hands sliding over hard cocks grew louder. A few men let out low grunts as they edged themselves, slowing down when they got too close, then speeding up again. Paris moaned softly at the sight, one hand drifting between her own thighs to rub her clit lightly while she watched them. Her red hair fell over one shoulder as she tilted her head, eyes flicking from cock to cock.
After several long, delicious minutes of this buildup, the tension in the room was electric. Paris finally beckoned with both hands.
“Come closer. Let me help some of you.”
The circle tightened. Paris wrapped her fingers around two thick cocks at once, taking over the stroking. Her hands moved with expert rhythm, firm, slick, twisting slightly at the heads. She leaned forward, offering her full tits as a perfect target, and looked up at the men with pure lust in her eyes.
The first man stepped right up, still being stroked by her other hand. He was breathing hard, fist no longer needed as Paris worked him. His hips bucked slightly. With a deep groan, he finally let go, as thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted across the tops of her breasts. The warm fluid splashed heavily, coating her left tit and running down the curve in glossy trails. Paris moaned loudly in approval, squeezing him through every spurt.
Another man immediately took his place. Paris kept stroking the first two while looking up at the newcomer. He aimed for her face and unloaded with a guttural sound, long jets of gooey cum landing across her cheek, lips, and chin. A heavy glob clung to her lower lip before slowly dripping down. She smiled through it, tongue flicking out to taste what she could.
Now the floodgates were open. The men took turns stepping forward while the others continued stroking themselves, keeping their cocks ready. Paris never stopped. Her hands stayed busy, jerking one cock while another painted her tits, then switching seamlessly. She would occasionally lean in, swirl her tongue around a swollen head for a few teasing seconds, then pull back so he could finish on her skin instead.
A tall man gripped her red hair. “Look at me, Paris.” She locked eyes with him, that perfect mix of pretty and evil shining through the growing mess. He came hard, powerful jets hitting her forehead, nose, and mouth. Cum started dripping from her brow toward her eyes. She blinked slowly, savoring the filthy warmth.
Load after load followed. One man glazed her right tit until it shone. Another added fresh streaks across her left cheek. Paris kept encouraging them between moans: “Cover me... give me every fucking drop.” Her hands were slick now, gliding easily as she jerked two men at once, aiming both toward her chest. They exploded almost together, drenching her tits in overlapping, heavy ropes of baby batter.
By the time half the men had finished, her upper body was a beautiful, obscene disaster. Thick white cum coated her face, her cheeks, her chin, and of course her lips, and forehead all glistening. Strands hung from her jaw and swung with every movement. Her tits were completely covered, shiny rivers of semen running down her stomach and soaking into the lace tops of her red stockings. Some had landed in her vibrant red hair, darkening strands and making them stick to her neck.
Still, she craved more.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “I want to be fucking drowning in it.”
The remaining men closed in, stroking faster. Paris stayed proudly on her knees, chest out, head tilted back slightly. Two came nearly at the same time, one blasting her tits again, the other aiming straight into her open mouth. She let the load pool on her tongue before it spilled over, running down her chin in heavy sheets. Another stepped up and unloaded across her eyelashes and cheek, adding fresh layers to the cum mask.
Her hands never rested. She grabbed whichever cocks were closest, stroking with wet, filthy sounds. Sometimes she pressed her cum-drenched tits together, creating a perfect target. The last few men groaned loudly as they added to the mess, ropes of cum landing on her lips, neck, and overflowing cleavage.
When the final man finished, Paris remained exactly as she was, kneeling naked in the center of the bed in nothing but her bright red stockings. She was an absolute vision of debauchery. Her face was heavily glazed, thick layers of cum dripping steadily from her chin, cheeks, and jaw. Strands hung from her hair. Her tits were utterly soaked, nipples hidden beneath the shiny coating. Rivers of semen ran down her belly and stained the tops of her stockings. She breathed deeply, chest rising and falling, eyes still sparkling with wicked satisfaction beneath the mess.
She slowly dragged her hands up her cum-soaked body, smearing the loads across her skin, then brought two fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean with a deep, satisfied moan.
“Fuck... look at what you did to me,” she whispered, voice thick. A heavy strand dripped from her chin onto her left tit as she spoke. She wiped another finger through the mess on her cheek and licked it slowly, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “I love being your filthy cumslut.”
The men stood around her, catching their breath but unable to look away from the obscene, beautiful sight. Paris stayed on her knees for a long while, letting them admire every dripping detail. She tilted her head, letting another rope slide down her cheek, and smiled that signature half-angel, half-devil smile.
“Next time,” she said softly, voice dripping with promise, “bring even more of you. I want to be completely covered... again and again.”
The room filled with low, approving groans. Paris simply licked her lips, tasting them all, and waited, naked, drenched, and perfectly content in the warm red glow of the bedroom.
The End
Glazed & Famous #2
With Sydney Sweeney
Written by TheLW
Codes: FMMM+, Bukkake, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Facial, Mast, Public, Tit Play,
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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In the shadows of Hollywood’s glittering facade existed a secret circle, twelve wealthy, discreet men bound by wealth, power, and an insatiable hunger for the world’s most untouchable beauties. What began as whispered fantasies in private chats had become something far more real, an exclusive series of nights where carefully chosen celebrities willingly surrendered to their deepest, filthiest desires.
It started with Paris Berelc.
That first night in the dimly lit bedroom, under blood-red lighting, Paris had knelt on the bed in nothing but her signature red stockings. She had begged for it, stroked them, teased them, and finally taken every single load across her pretty face and devilish smile until she was unrecognizable beneath a thick, dripping mask of cum. When the last man had finished, Paris simply licked her lips, smiled that wicked half-angel smile, and whispered, “Who’s next?”
Word traveled fast within the circle.
Just three nights later, the same group received a new invitation. This time the location was a secluded villa high in the Hollywood Hills. The message was simple, accompanied by a teasing photo of Sydney Sweeney in a tiny white bikini.
Pool party. Bring stamina. — S.S.
The luxurious Hollywood Hills villa was quiet under the warm California night sky, except for the soft lapping of water in the infinity pool and the low murmur of male voices. String lights and underwater LEDs cast a seductive turquoise glow across the deck, turning the entire pool area into a private oasis of sin. Twelve men, the same trusted group from Paris’s night, plus a couple of new additions, lounged around the pool in various states of undress, drinks in hand, waiting.
Sydney Sweeney arrived fashionably late, wrapped in a short silk robe. When she let it drop onto a lounge chair, the collective groan was immediate.
She wore the tiniest white micro-bikini imaginable. The top was little more than two small triangles that struggled heroically to contain her massive, natural tits. The bottoms were a thin string that disappeared between her plump ass cheeks and barely covered her smooth pussy. Her long dirty-blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her famous bright smile lit up the night as she posed for them, hands on her hips.
“Miss me, boys?” she teased, voice sweet but dripping with mischief. She climbed onto the wide lounge chair on her knees, arching her back and shaking her chest so her big tits bounced and strained against the thin white fabric. “I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
They closed in around her. Sydney curled her fingers, inviting two of them to approach. She drew them into feverish kisses, while other hands roamed her curves. One man deftly untied the strings of her top. It slipped off, and her full breasts were bared, nipples taut. The top was casually discarded into the pool.
Sydney giggled, half-heartedly trying to bat away the hands already squeezing her breasts. “Not so fast, boys... This bikini won’t last till the pool if you keep that up.”
That was exactly what happened.
Rough hands gripped the fragile strings of her bikini bottoms, tugging them down her thighs, the flimsy material giving way with a sharp snap. Sydney stood in nothing but high, strappy white heels, a stark contrast to her now bare skin. A low moan escaped her lips as eager fingers traced the slick folds of her pussy, circling her clit before sliding inside.
“Fuck... I need dick,” she said.
They didn’t make her wait long.
Sydney liked how they made her feel, like a fucking goddess, their hands sliding everywhere, cocks rock-hard and leaking for her. The man fucking her now moved hard and deep, the ridge of each thrust igniting sparks inside her. Another cock pressed at her lips, insistent and hot, she opened, letting it fill her mouth.
The circle of men shuffled and shifted, eager, orderly in their greed. Fingers knotted in her hair, holding her steady as she sucked. Her eyes watered, but she took pride in that, arching her back so every inch of her was on display, the soft curve of her stomach, the heavy sway of her tits, the movement of her hips as she fucked back. Somewhere in the commotion, cool air brushed her skin, someone must have unlatched her shoes.
A third man approached, stroked her thigh, then nudged her free leg over his shoulder. His tongue found her ass, and she gasped, cock in her throat, lightheaded and dizzy and loving the way their mouths worked together below her waist. A hand smacked her ass, then another, until she lost count, the sting delicious and sharp.
The night air filled with the wet sounds of sex and Sydney’s eager moans.
After he pumped a thick creampie deep into her pussy, the man pulled out and another immediately took his place. They rotated like this for several minutes, hard, deep fucking on the lounge chair while her tits were constantly played with and sucked.
“Raft,” Sydney panted, her voice thick with lust. “Get me on the raft.”
The men cheered. They helped her down into the cool pool water, her body flushed and already leaking thick trails of cum down her thighs. She giggled as the water rose around her, making her massive tits float and bob. Strong hands guided her to the large inflatable raft in the center of the pool and lifted her onto it. Sydney lay on her back, spreading her legs wide and arching her back so her enormous breasts stood out prominently. The raft drifted gently as the twelve men moved to surround the pool, some standing on the deck edges, others waist-deep in the water, all of them with hard cocks in their hands.
This was going to be pure bukkake.
Sydney looked around at the circle of men with a wicked, excited smile. She squeezed her huge tits together and pushed them up invitingly, while her other hand drifted between her spread thighs, teasing her cum-filled pussy.
“Come on, boys,” she called out, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “Stroke those cocks for me. I want every drop on my tits and face.”
The men obeyed, forming a perfect perimeter around the glowing pool. Twelve fists began pumping up and down their slick shafts in unison. The wet, rhythmic sounds of stroking echoed across the water as they worked themselves while staring at the breathtaking sight before them, Sydney Sweeney, naked and spread out on the floating raft like a decadent offering, her massive chest heaving, legs open, blonde hair fanned out, already glistening with previous loads.
Sydney moaned encouragement, eyes going from one throbbing cock to another. “That’s it... jerk them nice and slow for me. Get them so fucking hard. I want you to cover me completely.”
The buildup was long and deliciously torturous. The men stroked at different rhythms, some slow and teasing, squeezing the heads until precum dripped, others faster and more aggressive. Sydney played with her tits, jiggling them, pinching her nipples, and occasionally reaching out toward the nearest cocks as the raft drifted closer to the edge. She kept talking dirty, her voice growing huskier.
“Look at all those hard cocks... fuck, you’re all so ready to paint me. I want it in my mouth. On my tongue. All over these big tits. Don’t hold back.”
The tension in the air thickened. Breathing grew heavier. Grips tightened. Several men were visibly edging, slowing down when they got too close, then speeding up again under Sydney’s eager gaze. The turquoise pool lights reflected off their wet bodies and the precum-slick cocks they were furiously working.
Finally, the first man let out a deep, guttural groan from the base of his throat. He lurched forward, toes gripping the pool’s edge, his face contorted in a grimace of pleasure and release. His cock jerked in his fist, and thick, opaque ropes of cum arced through the air, glinting under the pool lights like twisted strings of pearls. They landed with a wet, heavy splat across Sydney’s chest, painting her massive breasts with streaks of white. She arched her back, moaning loudly as she rubbed the fresh load into her skin, her nipples hardening under her palms as she smeared the warm, viscous fluid over them.
That was the signal.
One after another, the men started unloading. Loads rained down on her from all angles. Some targeted her enormous breasts, covering the soft, heavy flesh in thick white layers until her cleavage was completely glazed and shining. Others aimed higher, powerful jets splattering across her beautiful face. Thick strands landed on her cheeks, forehead, nose, and full lips. One heavy shot hit her open mouth directly, coating her tongue. Another glazed her left eye, forcing it closed as cum dripped down her lashes.
Sydney kept encouraging them between moans, her voice muffled by the growing mess.
“Yes! Fuck yes... cover me! Give me more!”
Sydney actively participated, she reached out, grabbing two cocks as the raft bobbed close to the edge, fingers wrapping firmly around hot, slick shafts. She worked them in tandem, hands sliding from root to tip, thumbs circling their heads until they pulsated and throbbed in her grip. The raft gently spun and drifted as the men moved around the pool edges, as they sought better angles, eyes locked on her body, cocks pointed at her glistening skin. Relentlessly, they stroked and released, ropes of cum arcing through the air to paint her prone form in abstract patterns.
By the halfway point, Sydney was a living canvas of debauchery. Her monumental breasts were hidden beneath a lavish coating of cum, the thick layers oozing down the curves like lava flows, dripping into the luminescent pool with heavy plops. Her face was a glistening mask, cheeks shiny as oil slicks, chin and lips slick with dripping semen, sticky strands stretching from her face to her heaving chest like grotesque webs. Her blonde hair was plastered to her scalp, clumped with cum and slick against her neck, rivulets coursing down her throat like the trails of some perverse, nameless ritual.
The final few men closed in tighter, standing at the pool’s edge and aiming directly at her. They unloaded with deep groans, long, heavy ropes painting what little clean skin remained. One man stepped especially close and emptied the last of his load straight across her forehead and the bridge of her nose, adding one final thick layer to her cum-drenched face.
When the twelfth man finally squeezed out the last drops onto her tongue, Sydney lay spread out on the raft like a filthy goddess, completely covered. Her massive chest was an absolute mess of glossy, layered semen. Her face was barely recognizable beneath the thick, dripping mask. Heavy strands hung from her chin and jaw, slowly falling into the pool. She breathed deeply, chest rising and falling, pushing even more cum to overflow down her sides.
Sydney smiled through the glaze, scooping a thick glob from her cheek and slowly licking it off her fingers with a satisfied moan.
“Fuck... that was perfect,” she purred, voice raw and dreamy. “Look at what you did to me...”
Sydney remained adrift on the raft long after, fingertips tracing lazy patterns through the mess on her chest, scooping up globs of cum and smearing them across her skin like some decadent lotion. She drew circles around her nipples, the skin slick and shining under the moonlight. Her tongue darted out, licking at the drops that clung to her lips, savoring the salty taste. Above her, the men stood silent and spent, chests heaving in the balmy air, eyes locked onto her lewd display, watching as she luxuriated in their collective release.
The End