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A Night With MadelaineStarring: Madelaine Petsch
Madelaine Petsch gulped down the last of her cappuccino, a ring of raspberry-pink gloss smeared across the rim of her mug as she set it down on the coffee table. Black, cartoonish letters on the oversized cup declared its owner to be the
world’s hottest ginger. It was a bold claim, but even whilst lounging around her living room in minimal make up and her loose-fitting Fabletics sweats, the gorgeous redheaded actress was doing little to dispel it.
An earlier than scheduled wrap on the next series of
Riverdale had left Miss Petsch with an unexpected week off before her next project got underway, and with her friends and co-stars Lili, Camilia and Vanessa already jetting off to sandier climbs for a summer getaway, the auburn starlet had found herself spending a lot of time alone in her sizeable Los Angeles home.
Some mind-numbing daytime trash was flickering on her 72 inch plasma screen and as Madelaine leaned back across her leather couch, feet up on the coffee table, she puffed her pale cheeks, unleashing an exasperated sigh. Three days into her surprise break and already she was bored rigid. She’d learned and relearned her lines for her upcoming table read to the point that they’d lost all meaning, and having burned through her to watch list on Netflix in a single afternoon, her life had reached planes of tedium that the tawny actress didn’t even know existed.
In a desperate hunt for something to do, Madelaine reached for her phone, swiping at the screen with a manicured finger. She scrolled along to Twitter and tapped it open. Maybe a spot of social media browsing would fill her gaping void. Perhaps she could use this downtime to get her follower count up. She’d been meaning to work on it for months but hadn’t found the time. At two million-something, the starlet’s digital fan base was perfectly respectable, but it really was a drop in the ocean when compared to the likes of Katy Perry, Rihanna or Taylor Swift.
Sure, she’d seen a spike in her follower tally in recent times. Pictures and videos of the actress in her signature Fabletics gear had netted her a few hundred thousand, while her vlogging exploits on YouTube had finally gotten her into the two million bracket. But truth be told, the growth of her Twitter fan base had been far from earth-shattering.
What she needed was a stunt. A gimmick. Something that would capture the imagination of social media users the world over. The rise in her online fandom since her Fabletics collaboration hadn’t gone unnoticed by the redheaded starlet, and as a check of her recent mentions would indicate, it wasn’t just health freaks on the hunt for workout gear that had been frequenting her page. Indeed, Madelaine soon found her mentions and the comments sections of her posts swamped by thirsty males of every age, race and walk of life.
Those pics of @madelainepetsch in her @fabletics gear!! [shocked emoji], wrote one excited user.
Can’t. Stop. Fapping.@madelainepetsch’s booty is a work of art, declared another.
Picasso couldn’t have done better himself [artist emoji].
Reading these posts and others like them certainly gave weight to the age old theory that sex is the most effective selling point. But Madelaine would need a lot more than a few lycra-clad selfies to threaten the follower counts of Misses Swift and Perry any time in the near future. How could she up her game? Naked photos? It would certainly boost her following. However, she doubted her bosses at
Riverdale would look too kindly upon it. Not to mention her parents. An OnlyFans account? Again, there’s no doubt it would be popular. But if she wanted to break into the elites of social media stardom, she knew she’d have to go a step further.
As she pondered away, Madelaine was reminded of a popular trend that had taken the Internet by storm just a few years before; celebrities dating their fans. Mila Kunis went on a date with a marine. Vanessa Hudgens took a cancer-sufferer to his high school prom. Stunts of that ilk had gone over well with the general public, and Madelaine thought it time they were due a revival. She tapped at the bottom of the screen and punched out a tweet.
Hi gang! If I get to 50M followers I’ll take one on a date! Spread the word [wink emoji]
Needless to say, it had the desired effect. Within seconds of posting it, the message had been retweeted over a thousand times. And as the share count continued to rise, so did her number of followers. Within five minutes, she was up to three million. Ten minutes, five million. Thirty minutes, twenty million. And up and up it went. Inside an hour, her online fanbase had soared to her desired total and beyond, her enticing appeal nearly breaking the social media platform entirely as it was retweeted a thousand times over with each passing second. Amazed by this almost meteoric rise in her follower count, Madelaine felt compelled to send out a second message to show her appreciation.
Wow! 50M already! You guys are quite the bunch of horndogs, aren’t you? Well, I’m true to my word and I’m making my selection now. I’ll DM the winner shortly. Good luck! [kiss emoji]
Men across the globe waited with baited breath, frantically refreshing their Twitter apps as quickly as their fingers could manage. Madelaine scrolled through her ever growing list of followers; a ragtag bunch of individuals who appeared to hail from all four corners of the globe and every professional and economic background under the sun.
There were white men, black men, Asians and Latinos. Frycooks, businessmen, gangsters and frat boys. Guys who looked young enough to be her nephew and others who could have passed for the grandpa. Some wore suits, some were shirtless, others wore nothing at all. There was long hair, short hair, thick hair, thinning hair. Clean shaves, beards, sideburns and moustaches. Pecs and abs, beer guts and man breasts.
Picking out the ideal candidate would have taken Madelaine at least the rest of the week, so she decided to leave the selection of her lucky winner in the hands of the gods. She gave a particularly forceful swipe and her band of followers scrolled across her screen at a mile a minute, small round avatars coming and going at breakneck speed. Madelaine let a finger dangle over her screen, waiting for what must have been close to a minute before stabbing it down and stopping the scroll in its tracks.
She lifted her finger and revealed the lucky winner. Brian Weaver. She looked at his picture. He was about 28/29. Average looking, if she was being generous. Four out of ten. He had slightly overgrown curly brown hair, and scraggy, rather unkempt beard. He wore a faded Metallica shirt that did little to hide the swell of his paunch. He wasn’t exactly a heartthrob, but she’d seen a lot worse. He wouldn’t have stood a chance in hell with her under normal circumstances, of course, but for the purposes of this, he would do just fine.
She clicked on his picture and opened his profile. He lived relatively nearby, in Boulder, Colorado (not that proximity was terribly important- Madelaine figured that the winner would happily have travelled from the Siberian wilderness if it meant getting a shot at her) and worked in IT. His bio declared him to be a fan of ‘all things fantasy, bowling and video games’. A run of the mill nerd, Madelaine deduced. He’d have to fly himself out to LA (at his own expense, of course), but she figured that for a night with her, he’d be more than happy to do so. She hit the message icon at the top of the screen and tapped out a DM.
Hey Brian. I have good news. You’re my lucky winner. Let me know when you’ve made it out to LA and I’ll take you on that date. Looking forward to it! Madelaine [kiss emoji]
Brian was at work when he got the news, the resulting shriek of joy alerting every colleague in a 10-yard radius. His tasks for the day were quickly abandoned and he spent the rest of his afternoon scouring the web for flights to LA and local hotels that fell within his price range. At the height of vacation season, accommodation was hard to come by, but Brian didn’t mind. He’d have napped in a sleeping bag on Skid Row if he had to. He booked himself on the 9.37 from DEN the following morning. At five o’clock on the dot, he raced home in his second hand Fiesta and packed his suitcase.
After a near sleepless night, rife with excited tossing and turning, Brian readied himself and hopped in an Uber, bound for Denver International. He checked in and deposited his luggage, practically quivering with excitement and nerves as he boarded the plane. Two and a half hours later, the plane touched down at LAX. Brian retrieved his suitcase and set off in search of a ride. He hopped in the back of a cab and the driver whisked him to his hotel. As soon as his ass touched the back seat, he went straight for his phone, fingers trembling as he typed out a message.
Hi Madelaine. I’m in LA. What would you like to do tonight? BrianHe checked into his hotel and took a shower. Stepping back into his room from the en suite bathroom, towel wrapped around his swollen gut, Brian checked his phone.
Hey Bri. How about dinner? I know a great little Mexican place. Reply with your number and I’ll text you the address [heart emoji]
Brian was a little reluctant to send his number. Part of him still wondered if Madelaine’s Twitter account had been compromised and he’d in fact be passing his intimate details onto a master hacker in South Korea. But, truth be told, there wasn’t a single piece of information on his phone that he wouldn’t happily have parted with for a crack at Madelaine Petsch. In all honesty, he’d have handed out his identity and all his pin numbers to the lowest bidder if it scored him a date with the woman of his dreams. Throwing caution to the wind, Brian punched out his number and, just as promised, the redheaded actress replied with the restaurant address, telling him she’d meet him there at 7pm.
Practically buzzing with anticipation, Brian rifled through his luggage in search of the perfect attire. He wasn’t big on formal wear and, as such, the smartest outfit in his wardrobe was a pair of black jeans and a red and white flannel shirt. He slipped them on, sprayed on deodorant, brushed his teeth and trimmed his beard. He texted Madelaine, letting her know he was on his way and set off for the restaurant.
Brian arrived at the quaint Mexican eatery in Los Feliz a little before seven o’clock, butterflies swarming in his stomach as he waited for his date to arrive. After some thirty agonising minutes, a shiny Uber car pulled up outside the restaurant and out stepped Madelaine Petsch. Brian’s breath caught as he clocked his celebrity date, smiling warmly at him as she exited the vehicle.
She wore a skimpy black dress that hugged her luscious form like a needy child, the short hem barely extending past the prominent curve of her ass. Her vibrant red hair dangled over one shoulder, her gorgeous face carefully made up with a host of expensive cosmetics.
“Hey, Bri!” she screeched, hurrying towards him with genuine excitement.
She greeted him affectionately, pressing her wondrous body against his and planting a kiss upon his bearded cheek.
“Hi, Madelaine,” he replied, quaking with nerves as she hugged his pudgy frame.
“Great to meet you finally. I just know we’re going to have a wonderful evening together,” the actress declared. “Shall we?”
Brian swallowed hard and did his best to quell his anxiety as he gestured towards the restaurant door. “After you, madame.”
“Aww! Such a gentleman,” Madelaine grinned, ass swinging back and forth as she strutted through the open doorway.
There was a short queue for the dining area, but Madealine’s celebrity status propelled them straight to the front. The hostess seated them and a waiter served the pair in double quick time. They ordered two margaritas and a plate of nachos as an appetizer. The pair chatted while they enjoyed their starter. Madelaine seemed very keen to get to know him, and she asked Brian all about his life between sips of margarita. His job, his hobbies, his family, his friends.
Brian answered her questions as best he could, but he couldn’t deny that sitting opposite Madelaine Petsch while she grazed from a plate of nachos was more than a little distracting. Time and again he found himself gazing in awe as she stuck out her nimble tongue to scoop up a string of cheese, or slip her fingers into her mouth to suck up the excess grease. It was nothing short of tortuous.
With their starter finished, the pair moved onto the main course. Madelaine ordered a bowl of chilli, Brian the enchiladas. By this stage, Madelaine had found out everything there was to learn about her lucky date, and he was eager to return the favour. He reeled off all the usual questions that people ask when they meet a celebrity.
What was it like being famous? How did she like working on Riverdale
? What were co-stars like in real life? What did she do for fun when she got off set? The kind of questions Madeleine had answered a thousand times over, but she fielded each one with genuine insight, giving Brian an intimate look into the life of a famous actress.
“So, would you like a dessert?” asked Madelaine, dusting off the last of her chilli.
Brian had been waiting since minute one for the opportunity to move this date into a more intimate setting and, after what must have been close to two hours, he’d finally been given his chance. He wasn’t delusional. He knew full well that, under regular circumstances, he wouldn’t have had a hope of getting lucky with a girl like Madelaine. For guys like him, shots at such a beautiful woman, famous or otherwise, came by once in a blue moon and he would never forgive himself if he didn’t pull out all the stops to coax her into his bed.
“Err...they have a pretty good selection of desserts at my hotel,” he declared nervously. “Maybe we could head back there and see what they’re like?” he suggested, already bracing himself for the bitter, though entirely predictable, sting of disappointment.
Feeling the buzz of her third margarita and keen to make this chubby nerd’s date an evening he’d never forget, Madelaine answered with hesitation “OK.”
Brian was taken aback. “Hmm?”
“OK. I mean sure, why not. This is a date, isn’t it? I usually go home with the guy after I’ve been on a date,” she admitted with an impish grin. “Call me a slut if you like, but it’s true.”
Brian couldn't believe what he’d just heard. He was expecting a ‘sorry, gotta be up bright and early tomorrow. Great to meet you though. Safe trip back to Arizona’ (even though he was actually from Colorado). But she’d actually said yes! Brian’s mouth dried, his palms grew sweaty, his entire body quaking more fiercely than ever before. He stared forward at Madelaine and she gazed back, his dick swelling in his jeans as she traced the tip of her straw teasingly around her glossy pink lips. She’d just eaten but still looked ravenous. Positively gagging for second helpings. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
“Check!” he said, practically bellowing it at the nearest waiter. “Quick as you can.”
*
Brian led Madelaine into his hotel room and gave her a quick tour. There wasn’t a lot to it but he felt it was customary. He ordered some room service. Madelaine told him to mention her name and see how quickly it came. Sure enough, it arrived in an instant. In fact, Brian had barely hung up the receiver before there was a knock on his door, a hotel employee waiting outside with a tray of fruit, a can of whipped cream and a bottle of their finest champagne.
He wheeled into the room, doing an almost cartoonish double take when he saw the beautiful woman this pudgy, hairy dork had laid out across his bed. Average looking guys arriving at the hotel with a gorgeous woman wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, of course, but they were usually paid by the hour. This one wasn’t. Brian tipped him and he made himself scarce, still gawking listlessly as he backed out of the room.
“I’ve always wanted to get that look,” said Brian, grinning at Madelaine as he closed the door and locked it shut. “The ‘how on earth did he get her’ look.”
Madelaine giggled. “Aww, you’re too hard on yourself, Bri. I’ve had a great time with you tonight. A much better time than with most hotter...I mean,
other guys I’ve dated.”
“Me too. The great time part, I mean. I’ve never dated a hot girl like you before.”
“Well, first time for everything, right?” She patted the bed sheets beside her. “Come here and sit with me.”
Brian wheeled the tray over to the bed and sat beside Madelaine. He poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to his date.
“Mmm,’ she purred, taking a refreshing sip. “That’s just heavenly.”
“Strawberry, madame?” he offered, plucking a piece of fruit from a white porcelain bowl.
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Madelaine, setting her glass down on the nightstand. “Spray some of that cream on there for me, would you, babe?”
Brian fetched the bottle of whipped cream and flicked off the cap, spraying a hearty dose over the end of the strawberry. He handed it to Madelaine and she slipped it between her lips, utilizing every ounce of sex appeal in her wonderously toned body to eat the piece of fruit in the most sensuous manner possible. She rubbed it across her puckered lips, leaving a thin trail of gooey white cream as he slipped into her mouth and bit in half.
“Mmm,” she said, closing her eyes and purring delightfully as she savoured the juicy flesh.
It wasn’t the best fruit she’d ever eaten. The strawberries in the five star hotels she stayed in while off on press junkets were a lot fresher, but she chewed on the sweet red fruit like it was the most heavenly thing to ever pass through her lips, hoping to drive Brian crazy with her sultry eating style. And it had worked. When she opened her eyes, Brian’s own were nearly popping out of his skull, his jaw so slack that his beard was practically tickling his belly.
She giggled. “Catching a few flies there, Brian. Here, why don’t you finish this off.”
She fed the remaining fruit between his parted lips, kneeling beside him, her luscious body practically pressing against his as he bit it off and started to chew. Madelaine rested an arm against his shoulder, fingers running through his thick, curly hair. Brian gulped down the soft red fruit, his mouth drier than noon in the Sahara as Madelaine perched herself on his lap, feeling his raging boner prod against her ass.
“Nice, huh?” she asked, tracing a soft hand across his chubby cheek.
“Mmhmm,” Brian replied, shaking like a leaf as the woman of his dreams perched on top of his thighs.
“Well, I’ve got something even sweeter you can taste,” Madelaine declared, leaning in and pressing her lips against his.
Her tongue came out and slid into his mouth, practically writhing against his as their lips locked together. His scraggy beard tickled her chin and she ran her hand across his cheek, guiding her fingers through the dense forest of coarse facial fuzz. Breaking from the kiss, Madelaine gripped the hem of her expensive dress, tugging it over her head and tossing it aside.
Wearing only a pair of frilly French knickers, Brian gawped at her luscious figure. Placing a hand at the back of his head, Madelaine guided him down towards her perky chest. Birian parted his dry, parched lips and wrapped them around one of her nipples, sucking on the stiffened teet like a newborn babe.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Madelaine purred, fingers exploring his thick mass of curly brown hair. “Bite it.”
Brian looked up at her, nipple slipping from between his lips. “You want me to bite it?”
“Mmhmm,” she grinned. “I like it a little rough.”
Needing no further invitation, Brian returned her hard pink nipple to his mouth, clamping it between his teeth and nibbling lightly upon the sensitive flesh.
“Harder,” Madelaine cooed, hugging his head to her chest.
Brian bit down harder, living teeth marks on her skin and drawing a squeal.
“Sorry, was that too hard?”
“No, that was perfect,” said Madelaine. Kissing him once more, she hopped down from his lap and laid across the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, shiny red hair falling about her shoulders. “Get that cream.”
Brian fetched the bottle of cream, crawling on top of her as he gave it a shake.
“On my tits.”
Brian flicked the cap off the bottle, spraying a perfectly coiled cream pyramid onto each of her nipples. He returned his lips to her chest, excess cream smearing into his beard as he sucked at her gooey nipples.
“Lick my pits,” she said, raising an arm and settling it above her head.
Taking one final lap of her now thoroughly rigid nipple, Brian trailed his tongue across her breast and up to her shaven pit, enjoying a long lick of her sweet, lotioned flesh. Licking back across her chest, Brian moved down to her lower torso, looking up into Madelaine’s stunning brown eyes as he planted soft kisses on her midriff.
“Turn around, Madelaine,” he said, stopping agonisingly short of her now quivering mound.
“Yes, sir,” she grinned, flipping over and laying flat on her tummy.
“Oh my god, this ass!” Brian exclaimed, pawing and prodding inquisitively at her thick, muscled cheeks.
Then, without a single word of warning, he prised them apart; strong fingers squeezing every sinew as he dove in headfirst, burying himself in her crack.
“Ooh! Wow!” Madelaine yelped, eyes bulging as Brian’s beardy face burrowed into her booty, tongue shooting out and invading her asshole.
“Mmm, yes, Brian! Eat that ass, baby!” she purred, reaching back and gripping a pawful of his thick brown mane.
Peachy orbs smooshed tightly around his face, Brian bobbed his head, sinking his slick tongue in and out of her rectum. Probing deeper with each excited plunge, he delighted in the sweet, sweet taste of her sphincter.
“Hey, wait,” said Madelaine, cooing in response to the rimming. “I’ve got an idea.”
Surfacing reluctantly from the depths of her crack, Brian kept those juicy cheeks clasped in his hands, watching on as Madelaine clutched the tube of cream and pointed it at her backside. Prying her spheres as wide as they would go, her tight pink asshole split right open. He spat a thick glob of saliva onto her puckered rim, lubing it further as Madelaine set the creamy nozzle against her sphincter and pushed it inside. Pressing down on the nozzle, she squirted a helping of cream right up her tuchus, retracting the tube as a white pearl of sweet dairy goo billowed out from her winking anus.
“There you are, Bri. Enjoy.”
And enjoy it, he did. In truth, Madelaine’s asshole had been sweet enough without the filling of fresh whipped cream. But with it, her booty was the tastiest treat known to mankind- a dish so mouthwatering that even the world’s most talented chef couldn’t have topped it. Brain sunk his tongue deep into her rectum, scooping out clump after clump of sloppy cream and diving back in for more. By the time he was done, the sweet dairy goo had been smeared everywhere; over his lips, in his beard and all over Madelaine’s cheeks. Putting his lips to her silken flesh, Brain lapped up the excess cream, moulding her orbs in his hands as he polished them with his tongue.
“Hmm,” Madelaine grinned, sitting up on the bed and turning to face him, “you got right in there, huh?”
She locked lips with him once more, tasting the cream smeared around his mouth.
“Maybe I should return the favour.” She kissed him again. “Would you like that, Brian?”
“Hell yeah, I’d like that.”
Madelaine giggled. “Thought you might.”
She gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. His body was round and doughy. A hefty set of man breasts gave way to an even heftier gut, the swell of which was lined with coarse brown hairs.
“Lay down,” she said, patting the bed cover.
Brain didn’t have to be told twice. He laid out across his bed, parting his legs as Madelaine crawled between them. Unbuckling his belt, she tugged down his jeans and undies, revealing his thick, flaccid cock, nestled in a bed of pubes. Sliding her hands under his chubby thighs, she pushed them back, moulding Brian into a curious position his flabby build looked incapable of forming. Wrapping his arms around the backs of his knees, Brian held his legs aloft, spread wide either side of his torso. Ass thrust out, his hairy buttcrack spread open readily.
Not fazed by the dense brown forest growing from his backside, Madelaine dove in, burying her face deep inside his crevice. Sticking out her tongue, she fought through thick shrubbery, finding his asshole and jamming it in.
“Uhh, fuck!” Brian groaned as that slick red tongue invaded his rectum, probing softly and wagging about inside.
Madelaine caressed his fleshy cheeks, running her painted fingertips through his ass hair. Nose squishing up against his balls, she sunk in deeper, the tip of her tongue nearly tickling his prostate. Quivering from the rimjob, Brian reached down and started stroking his cock, girthy shaft growing in his hands. It wasn’t long before it was rock hard, towering over Madelaine as she feasted on his rear.
“Uh uh,” she said, prising her tongue from his rectum and looking up at him, wagging a manicured finger. “No touching.”
Finding the urge to stroke himself hard to resist, but eager to do as she told him, Brian let go; his thick rod remaining perfectly upright thanks to the contrast stream of blood now rushing to his tip. Grinning up at him from between his thighs, Madelaine got back to work. Gripping his cheeks and bobbing her pretty red head, she jabbed her tongue in and out of his backside, wagging it deeper with every plunge.
Before long, Brian’s cock was flopping about every which way as she tongued his ass, globs of precum forming in the tip and trickling down his shaft. Delighting in the pleasure she was giving him but afraid he may go off early, Madelaine emerged from his crack once more, mouth sticky and smeared with sweat.
Resting his legs back down on the mattress, Madelaine climbed aboard. Setting a knee either side of his chunky form, the auburn beauty mounted him like a thoroughbred. Squatting above him, she reached back and gripped his pole, rubbing the tip against her dripping labia.
“Ever fucked a girl in the ass before?” she asked softly, guiding his crown along her slick, wet lips and right up to her butthole.
Trembling so violently that he could barely speak, Brian shook his head.
“Wanna pop that cherry?” she asked. “I love it in the butt.”
Unsure if he was equal to the task, but eager to find out, Brian nodded enthusiastically.
Madelaine giggled. “I thought you might.”
Seeping tip pressing against her sphincter, Madelaine lowered herself onto him, gasping as it slipped inside. The remaining cream from his earlier jaunt dribbling down Brian’s bellend, Madelaine began to rock slowly atop his chubby frame. Saliva and precum the only lubricant, the progress was slow, but Madelaine worked her snug, pink asshole up and down his pole with faultless grace. Face lit up in the throes of pleasure, she bucked at him harder, swollen pink head twitching in her rectum.
“Oh, fuck! That’s tight!” he groaned, Madelaine’s sphincter squeezing his pulsing rod.
Reveling in the thrill of his very first anal, Brian sat up, gripping Madelaine’s ass and helping her along his pole. Throwing her arms around his shoulders, Madelaine ran her fingers through his hair, gripping onto his thick brown curls and using them for purchase as she bounced on his cock. Moving his hands up to her hips, Brian offered his assistance, and before long, he was practically throwing her up and down atop his portly frame.
Hopping wildly, Madelaine worked her gorgeous booty up and down his dick, each pass taking another inch. Soon she was sinking to the hilt, her peachy ass clattering against him, sending ripples through his thunderous thighs. Madelaine put her lips to his and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth as she rode his prick. Throbbing crown mining deeper inside her, their bodies collided with deafening claps. Lips locking and tongues writhing, she unleashed a breathy groan, an orgasm budding from deep inside her.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” she said, breaking from the kiss but remaining close, gorgeous face pressed to his.
Riding him harder, she threw her head back in a fit of passion. Those lustrous red locks spilled down her back as she looked to the heavens, bellowing into the hotel ceiling.
“Uhhh! FUCK!” she screamed, face lit up like the Fourth of July, perky chest heaving as she reached her peak, a thunderous orgasm tearing through her sumptuous frame.
Trembling from head to foot, Madelaine reached back and pried Brian’s dick from the grip of her asshole. Climbing down from his lap, she knelt between his thighs and gripped his throbbing pole. Cock glistening from the tip to the base, she gaped her lips and fed it inside. Taking it to the hilt right off the bat, Madelaine’s pouty red lips puckered at his groin; long, wispy pubes tickling her upper lip. Guzzling greedily and sucking hard, she gleefully slurped up every ounce of ass juice, bathing his shaft she was cleaning it for inspection.
Swollen head throbbing against her tonsils, Madelaine gagged but didn’t expel, keeping the schlong in her mouth as she poked out her tongue and lapped at his swollen balls. Finally releasing it in a wave of spit, long strands of the stuff connected the crown to her sticky red pillows, expensive lipstick now thoroughly smeared. Lips still messy and mouth still wet, Madelaine threw her arms around Brian’s shoulders and kissed him once more. Devouring each other with viscous intent, Brian’s greedy mouth laid claim to the rest of her lipstick, the chubby nerd now wearing more of it than her as they continued to smooch. Tongues grappling, lips smacking together, Madelaine chewed at Brian’s face like she was doing so for sustenance, smooth hand pumping his shaft all the while.
“Do you wanna fuck my ass some more?” she asked, practically prying her lips off of his.
“Please,” said Brian, sticky lips curled up in a grin.
Turning around and kneeling over his chunky thighs, Madelaine stroked his girthy pole, teasing her butthole with that throbbing, round head. Lowering herself onto his rod, Brian was treated to a breathtaking view of her ass as she clasped it at the base and guided it in. Her booty was, quite simply, a work of art. Creamy and firm and toned to perfection, it curved out from the small of her back like a Georgia peach, but twice as juicy.
Bulging head twitching in her rear, Madelaine squatted over his thick, flabby frame, working her ass up and down his rod. Reaching back and gripping her behind, she spread those cheeks apart, giving Brian a fantastic view of her bleached pink anus as the meat of his wang vanished inside. Leaning back, she rested her hands against his doughy chest for support. Brian’s body wasn’t the sturdiest, and Madelaine wobbled slightly as she gripped his man boobs. But she kicked off her heels, planted her feet on the mattress and rode him all the same. Sprawled out like a crab, she started performing perfectly executed hip thrusts atop his chunky form, shapely, round booty clattering against his thighs with each pass.
Up to this point, Madelaine had been firmly in control. But now it was Brian’s turn. Wrapping his hands around her slender waist, he held the auburn beauty firmly in place, poised tantalisingly above his groin. Thrusting hard, he reamed her tight backdoor, drilling his dick up into her with as much force as his portly build would allow. Wobbly belly smacking against her ass, the loud slaps of their bodily collisions carried through to the hotel hallway, drawing the attentions of night staff and fellow guests alike.
“Yes, that’s it, Brian!” Madelaine shrieked, titties jiggling with each thunderous clap. “Fuck that ass, baby!”
He was in little need of encouragement. Powered by the excitement of his debut anal excursion, Brian was going at Madelaine’s rear with force and vigour he didn’t know he possessed. Each thrust seemed harder than the last, his round, twitching bellend tunneling further into her snug back passage with every stroke. Reaching between her thighs and strumming her clit, it wasn’t long before Madelaine was on the verge of orgasm once more, each mighty thrust sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her sumptuous form. One more pass and that climax was sparked; powerful shock waves rumbling through her body as she threw her head back and cried out into the ceiling above.
“Oh, yes! FUUUCCCKKK!!!” she screamed, asshole squeezing Brian’s dick like a ligature as a rapturous orgasm shook her body to the core.
Reaching back and gripping it at the base, she pried Brian’s rod from her bottom once more. Crawling in reverse across the comfy mattress, Madelaine backed up that juicy backside and parked it on his face. Putting all her weight on his fat, chubby face, the redheaded actress practically smothered him half to death with her supple, round rear. Though if the stir in his nether regions was anything to go by, the big, beardy bloater didn’t have many complaints. In fact, he was having a whale of a time and wasn’t going to let little things like blocked off airways take away from his enjoyment of her ass.
Wrapping his arms around the small of her back, Brian practically pinned her toned body to his face, holding her so tight that she couldn’t have escaped if she’d wanted to. Warmth of her butthole tickling his nostrils, her dribbling pink labia were perched on his lips. Shooting out his tongue, he sunk it in deep, wagging it about in her cooch and tasting her arousal.
Eager to reciprocate, Madelaine leaned forward, tonguing at his winking slit and wrapping her lips around his crown. Drops of precum dribbling across her tongue, she cradled his meaty thighs, using his heavy bulk for leverage as she pulled herself in on his pole, head bobbing wildly at his crotch. Thick, veiny inches vanishing into her mouth, her lips puckered as they zeroed in on their target. Bulging crown tickling her tonsils, Brian once again felt the soft embrace of Madelaine’s pillowy red lips as she smooched his jutting groin. Slurping greedily at his pulsing schlong, Madelaine drenched his dick in a fresh coat of spittle.
Brian cooed helplessly from beneath her slender frame, cock spasming in her drooling trap. He was reluctant to halt the long, deep puls of her world class BJ, but with his impending eruption close at hand, Brain was forced to take drastic measures. Reaching down between his thighs, he gripped his dong at the base, wrenching it from Madelaine’s mouth in a spray of spit.
“Hmmhmm, ready to cum, are you?” she chuckled as she looked back at Brian, face still submerged beneath the shapely, round curves of her ass.
“Uh huh!” Brian replied as best he could, voice muffled by her luscious orbs.
Madelaine climbed down from atop his chunky form and laid back across the bedspread. Brian gasped desperately for air as he hopped down off the bed, dick pounding in his hand as he stroked himself. Legs pulled back as far as they’d go, Madelaine gripped her peachy orbs and spread them apart, snug pink rim splitting open invitingly.
“Do it in my ass!” she said, asshole winking at Brian as she beckoned him in.
Bending slightly at the knees, Brian pointed his drooling tip at her round, gaping butthole and guided it in. Spread open as it was, not even the ultra-tight grip of her colon could halt the momentum of his powerful thrust. And no sooner was his head buried inside, was the rest of his schlong entombed along with it; his first pass taking him right to the girthy base.
Pressing down on her thighs, Madelaine’s feet were pushed back even further, so much so that her pedicured toes were practically touching above her auburn mane. Gripping her firmly with his strong hands, Brian held her in place as he reamed her back door, twitching crown boring deep into her guts with each passing stroke. Humping wildly, his big, swinging balls cannoned repeatedly against her supple rear. Rampant ass pounding sending her genitals aquiver, Madelaine reached out and rubbed her aching clit.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum again!” she shrieked, fingers a blur as she strummed herself senseless.
Asshole tightening around his rod, Brian went at her trembling frame with renewed vigour, flabby flesh rippling as he pounded her rear. Face screwed in a fit of lust, she emitted an ear-piercing screech as her pussy erupted, dousing her lover in fluid. Delighting in the force of the blast, Brian threw his pelvis into her with slow, hard snaps, coaxing further sluices to spray from her spasming cooch.
“Phew!” Madelaine exclaimed, panting heavily as the squirting finally ceased. “Your turn, Brian. Fill me up, baby! Empty those balls in my ass!”
Eyes burning and testicles churning, Brian buried himself to the hilt once more, looking skyward and roaring at the top of his voice as he fired a scolding wad of goo straight up her colon.
“URGGGHHH!!! FUUUCCCKKK!!!”
For someone who used to nutting into a Kleenex, losing his load into an actual woman was something of a novelty. And not just any woman. A stunningly beautiful woman of worldwide renown who had one of the best booties in the business. A booty he was filling to the brim with seed as his rapidly deflating balls continued to empty. Finally, after what felt like an eternity had passed, his sac had been thoroughly voided. Pulling out, Madelaine was left with what felt like a weeks build up of soupy jism sloshing about in her booty.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, feeling that seering nut warm her insides. “You really needed to blow, huh?”
“Uh huh,” Brian panted, still recovering from the force of his blast.
“I want to taste it,” Madelaine declared. “Hand me that glass, would you?”
Brian fetched his champagne flute from the nightstand. Downing the contents in a single gulp, he passed the glass to Madelaine.
“Thank you,” she said, taking the glass and holding it between her spread thighs.
Giving a slight push, her asshole relaxed, a flood of gooey, hot cum spilling out into the glass, filling it almost to the top.
“Mmm,” she grinned, holding up the glass and inspecting the semen shady churning away inside. “Looks delicious.”
Madelaine peeled a banana and dunked it into the glass, a mess of spunk dripping from the yellow flesh as she retrieved it. Feeding the banana between her lips, she sunk it down deep into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the soft flesh and sucking it clean.
“Ooh, yummy!” she purred, going back for a second helping.
Plunging the banana into her oral cavity, she bit off nearly the entire thing, tossing the skin over her shoulder as she chewed on the cum-soaked fruit and swallowed it down.
“Now that’s what I call a dessert!” she declared, scooping up more spunk with a halved strawberry and scoffing that down too. “And look,” she added, holding up the glass which was still half full, “a nice little night cap. Bottoms up.”
Brian refilled his glass with champagne and chinked it against Madelaine's. Putting the glass to her lips, she tipped it back, winking at Brian as the last of his load slid down the edge of the glass and straight down her throat.
“Ahh!” she hissed, savouring the refreshing mouthful. “That really hit the spot. Well, I hope you enjoyed our date as much as I did, Brian.”
“I loved it,” he said, swigging from his glass of champagne.
“Good. What time is your flight tomorrow, by the way?”
“Six o’clock. In the evening.”
“So you won’t mind if I stay the night then? I don’t like to wake up alone after a date.”
“Not at all,” he replied, barely able to contain his excitement.
“Good. And I hope you can get a little sleep on the plane,” she said, regarding him with a devilish grin. “‘Cause you won’t be getting much tonight, that’s for sure!”
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