Lunchtime was always the part of the work day Margot Robbie absolutely adored. There was a myriad of reasons for that. One of them was that her fiancé Jay was an amazing cook s she always had a superb lunch to look forward to. Another was her own little private party room in the basement floor of the building. A dirty, filthy orgasm with a gourmet lunch always made the blonde smile extra wide. The third was somewhat tied in with the second...the office lunches she shared with her boss, the good dean Scarlett Johansson. Sometimes they were just good conversation, the kind of thing that made Scarlett more than a boss, but a friend.
Other times it was much more, intense. Which definitely made Scarlett more than just a boss. And it was that kind of lunch break Margot was having. She was on Scarlet's desk, leaning back. Her skirt was hiked up and her sexy, fit legs were wide open with Scarlett's lovely head right in the middle. Today Scarlett's lunch was going to be on the Aussie bombshell.
Margot was in heaven, but even in paradise she knew the rules. Despite the fact Scarlett was the one doing the servicing today, the rules, or rule rather, was very simple...Margot could not touch Scarlett. If Scarlett was going to get on her knees, then she was doing all the work. Margot had to sit back and enjoy.
The rule seemed simple enough...until Margot felt those urges to grab hold of Scarlett's head and run her fingers through her golden locks, to pull her face up to kiss her and taste her own juices on Scarlett's lips. But all that was barred. The most Margot could to was grind her sopping pussy into Scarlett's hungry face.
Hungry might have been putting it lightly. Voracious was far more apt to describe the treatment she was giving Margot's wet Aussie cunt. Her hands gripped the blonde tight butt under her already hiked up skirt while Scarlett's mouth was a one-woman army on her clit. With delicate sweeping motions akin to calligraphy to the fast rapid speed of Morse code.
Margot croaked out moans and pleads of more as Scarlett lashed her clit with her tongue, turning any butterflies in her stomach into a swarm of wasps, nearly pushing her into a climactic climax only to back off and leave that kettle just short of a boil. From there it was all so much more tender. Long, loving licks on her labia to backing off completely and giving soft kisses and love bites on the tender flesh of Margot's inner thigh.
When the near-boiling over soothed back down to a sensual simmer Scarlett returned to Margot's clit. She started up again slow. She sucked softly, her tongue tracing what felt like Shakespearean sonnets on the pleasure button. The slow build up began once more.
While Margot couldn't touch Scarlett, it didn't mean she was a total passenger in all this. She managed to get out pleads of “More!” and rhythmic chants “Yes...Scarlett yes!” Margot's hands weren't exactly taking a backseat either. One was holding her up, Margot leaning on it while the other went to her own chest, pinching and pulling on her own nipples. Scarlett had started there, opening her secretary's blouse and taking a taste of those tits, sucking the nipples hard and teasing them with her teeth.
As Margot added a little spice to the soup with the attention, she was giving herself, Scarlett was bringing it all back up to that final boil. The sonnets were slowly turning into punk songs. She making Margot dance on the edge, each new step getting her dangerously close to going over. Margot began to grind her cunt into Scarlett's face which just fueled Scarlett to push and press on.
“Yes....yes...Scarlett...Scarlett...SCARLETT!!!!” Margot's body shook like Richter scale-breaking earthquake. Her arm gave out and she fell back on Scarlett's desk, writhing as pleasure tore through her like hurricane, and that hurricane's name was Scarlett.
As the blonde's body went totally limp Scarlett finally departed her pussy, her face shimmering with Margot cum. She moved up her body to deliver one last kiss Margot's lips. The blonde on bottom savored it, licking her nectar off of Scarlett’s face as the kiss broke and Scarlett fell back on her chair. And with Scarlett back behind the desk, it was business as usual. Margot got to her fit and put her clothes back in order. Then turned to face Scarlett.
“Any further business Margot?” Scarlett asked. “Not that I would object to a bit more pleasure but we do have work to do.”
“Well boss, you did get a call from Professor Jones just before you had lunch” Margot replied with a smirk “He wanted to schedule a meeting with you, I told him the soonest her could get squeezed in was tomorrow. I know that makes things a bit heavy for you but I also know that Wednesday would have been even worse due to your lunch with Chris. And I'm guessing given you're rather...intense appetite you wouldn't want that date reshuffled.”
“Good call,” Scarlett said with a wink. “I'll work with it. Thanks Margot.”
“No, thank you,” Margot said with a grin before exiting. Scarlett laughed to herself a bit and sat back in her chair. It'd been a good few weeks. Chris was astonishingly understanding of her tastes. She'd cut off the boytoys. The only dick for her right now was his, except under certain circumstances. Pussy however, was less of an issue, which meant more fun times with her favorite Aussie.
It was an amazing arrangement, and one with many possibilities. And as Scarlett began touching herself thinking about them, her hand went for the phone to call Margot in for seconds...
*******
“So, what do you think?” Asked Elisha Cuthbert. She and Jennifer Love Hewitt were taking a tour through Elisha's soon to be restaurant. Everything was almost all set up. The bar, the tables, the carpeting. Even the Top-of-the-line kitchen was ready to go. And according to Elisha, most of the staff was hired, save for a good manager and some stray server positions.
“It looks great Leesh.” Jennifer responded. “The carpets are amazing; I LOVE the bar and the kitchen is just...it's beautiful. Only thing missing is the sign outside. What's this place going to be called again?”
“Sauced.” Elisha answered. “You know, well, we both do from way too much experience, college kids love their alcohol and I ADORE barbecue sauce...so...cocktails and a wide variety of different Barbecue sauces from all across this great food-obsessed nation we call home.”
“Cocktails huh? Should I be worried?” Love asked with a grin.
“Oh god no. When I saw cocktails, I mean over the top weekly specials and well beers. Possibly with goofy novelty glasses. The food is the star. The alcohol, that's a party favor.”
“Gotcha. One question though.”
“What's that?”
“What are you going to do with that big space on the second floor?”
“That's the question I'm hoping to answer,” said a voice very familiar to both women, though Jennifer was the only one surprised to hear it. That surprise grew into joy when she saw a familiar person to connect with the familiar voice.
“Rick!” Jennifer exclaimed with glee. He descended he stairs, a healthy-looking man with a full beard with the faintest bit of salt-and-pepper coloring in it. The moment he hit the ground Love rushed to him and gave him a big welcoming hug. “Oh my gosh when did you get in?”
“Saturday,” he said. “Me and the boys are still settling In and Connor has finally been pacified thanks to online gaming.”
“Yeah, screaming obscenities that even I haven't heard of is really being pacified,” Elisha said, making her way over to her husband.
“Well, he's no longer spending every moment going on about how much he hates us.”
Elisha thought on this for a moment before nodding in agreement. “That is something,” she said. “Now, if you'll just let me get in-between this....” Elisha gently broke up the hug and slid into Rick's embrace and kissed him. “You know if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were getting too handsy with my man.”
“Look, if a woman can't hug her former roommate then we're living in an insane world.” Love replied. “By the way, love the salt & pepper thing you have going on.”
“Glad someone does.”
“Oh my GOD babe it was a joke!” Elisha exclaimed. “It's very sexy and I think I showed you how sexy I found it when you came in.”
“That you did,” Rick said, squeezing his Canadian cutie right on her backside. “Now, the subject Jennifer brought up, the second floor.”
“What am I working with babe?” Elisha asked.
“Well, keep in mind I'd wait until you have an electrician checking that out as opposed to, you know, a comic book artist. All I do is draw the cool space ships. But if I had to take a guess, just from the sheer number of outlets up there and the way the area is shaped, I'm guessing it was some kind of DJ booth. Didn't this place do a club night or something before it was sold?”
“Something like that,” Elisha said. “I mean I don't know anything about the previous owners. No one had even used this place in a year and a half according to the realtor. You think we could get another bar up there?”
“I wouldn't,” Love added. “Too small, even for a restaurant bar. It'd be a waste of money.”
“Then what should go up there?” Elisha asked. “GOD, I hate this. It's always something!”
“Leaf, just breath,” Rick said, calling her by his nickname for her, taken from her favorite hockey team, the Maple Leaf’s. “Something great is going to go up there. It's built to deal with a lot of electronics. So, we have at least some kind of trail to follow.”
“I know...I just hate having any loose ends this close to opening. Drives me NUTS.”
“On that note, I'm going to go mitigate something else designed to drive you nuts; a household full of antsy young boys. Two on a sugar high by this point and the third smackdab in his moody teenager phase.”
“You're a saint,” she said, kissing him one more time before he departed. “How exactly are you going to keep Connor calm?”
“Gonna buy him a PSN card or something. That should buy us a couple evenings of politeness.”
“See Love? This is why I stay with the man. Always thinking. That and the magic penis. M-A-G-I-C, I swear. And I can still make him blush just by mentioning it.”
“See ya Love,” Rick said, giving his old roomie one last hug. He turned back to his wife once more. “I'll be back in a few hours though. Still need your faithful in-house taste tester, right?”
“Always will.” Elisha responded. The pair kissed one more time. “I love you.”
“Love you too, Leaf.” Rick headed out leaving a blushing Elisha and a grinning Love behind.
“It never ceases to amaze me,” Jennifer said. “I've known the both of you longer than I've known anyone else. I never would have imagined you two together. And you're the single most loving and stable relationship I've EVER seen. How the heck do you do it?”
“I don't know, we love each other,” Elisha said, her tone matter-of-fact. “I mean I get the shock kind of. His parents are still so shocked we eloped they still barely speak to us or have seen their grandkids. I know we weren't exactly, you know, love at first sight. But when it all fell into place...it just didn't break. Wouldn't change a thing, not even the rougher stuff before...you know...the fun stuff.”
“I just think it's sweet.”
“All right, I get it. But let's skip the cavity fuel, I want you to give me a close inspection of my bar. It's not a beauty like yours but I could use some tips. It's always been kind of a drag factor in both my places back east. I usually just hand the reigns to the bartender.”
“That's probably a smart move.” Love agreed. “It's always wisest to put someone who knows what they're doing in charge of the area you have a blind spot in.”
“You're welcome to apply,” Elisha joked. “Twenty percent discount on meals.”
“Oooh, tempting,” Jennifer laughed in response. This felt good. Almost like old times. Better even. Lessons learned, age and wisdom. All the plusses of the past and very little of the minuses.
*******
To an outsider, it would look like things couldn't be worse for Cade Devereaux, at least as far as his personal life went. After a pregnancy scare, he felt like he was on good footing with Kate Upton. He even thought of asking the tantalizing TA to move in with him.
That was dashed when Kate revealed she'd been seeing someone else. One of her dalliances, much like the ones he himself had, managed to steal her heart. And just like it was over. This left Cade distressed. Distressed, but not over her leaving him for another man. Rather, he was initially distressed that he wasn't bothered that much by it. He couldn't get it. He adored Kate, and had honestly mistaken that for love.
It was then he was a bit more honest with himself...he just loved fucking a kinky and adventurous blonde beach bunny. She was fun to be around in other situations for sure, but he honestly had a tough time remembering any time they were together that didn't end up in sex, aside from the whole pregnancy scare thing.
He was actually glad Kate found someone that made her feel amazing all over and wished her the best. In the meantime, he was going to have his own fun. And tonight, that fun involved one of the school's photography instructors, Kelly Brook. She was a curvy Brit who was just as popular with her students as she was the staff for a myriad of reasons, one of them was exactly the reason Cade was meeting her at her apartment/photo studio.
When he called her looking for a time to get together, Kelly knew exactly what he meant and knew it'd been far too long since she’d had his cock. She even heard the poorly-hidden excitement in his voice when she revealed she had a free day off campus. No classes, no student meetings, just a day to herself. The joy in his voice reminded her of her younger, more studious conquests from her classes.
There was no real pomp and circumstance for Cade's arrival. The tent in his pants at the thought of getting inside all of Kelly's private areas and Kelly's wetness from the thought of an experienced cock ready to go was more than enough. Still there was the entire factor of getting through the door. It wasn't exactly a grueling action. A few raps on the door was all it took. Minimum effort, but when that door opened Cade saw his maximum reward in the form of Kelly decked out in some of the hottest lingerie he'd ever seen; black satin bra and panties, stockings and garters and at the bottom of those shapely legs a pair of stiletto heels.
“Hello there, Professor Deveraux,” she said, her accent making the sentence ooze with more sex than he would have thought possible despite the many times the pair had fucked. “Please come in. Take a seat on the sofa.”
He nodded and made his way in, hearing the door shut behind him and the click-clack of her heels walking behind him, taking a seat on the lounge chair opposite him. In between them was a coffee table, a loaded tea platter on it.
“Care for a cup, or shall we get down to why you're here and have ourselves little fun?”
“Why am I here Kelly?” he asked with a grin. He liked a bit of back and forth with Kelly. She kept it short, but fun. Action spoke louder with her, but a few words served purpose as well.
“We're going to play that game, are we?” She asked smiling. “You're going to fuck me. I know this routine very well considering how often I've had that simply delightful dick. I was honestly hoping we'd skip the guessing game this time. Not that it's a bad thing, but considering the drought I've had lately with all this finals nonsense I need a serious deep dicking. Not in the mood for a tease, my dearest professor.”
“You don't even want to play this guessing game?” He asked with a grin. Kelly watched with her own grin while Cade unzipped his pants to take out his cock, diamond hard and ready for action. “Guess what I want you to do with this.”
“Well, there are several answers to that question Cade,” said Kelly. She got up and make the quick trek to the other side of the coffee table and knelt down in front of Cade. She spread his legs apart on the couch then yanked his pants down to his ankles. No finesse. Finesse wasn't going to happen between them today.
Cade gasped a bit when Kelly's firm grip came to his cock. “Here's the first answer,” she said, following the sentence up by drooling on his dick. Cade watched with sinful awe as the saliva rolled down the tip and down the stalk, only for it to be worked into the hard flesh by Kelly's pumping.
His gaze went black for a moment when Kelly wrapped her lips around his cock. Right from the start Kelly got to work. Her tongue ran a cyclone around his bell end, a hot chill running up down and back up his spine. Only twenty seconds in and Kelly was already making a slobbering mess.
She cupped Cade's balls while her mouth slobbered all over his nob. Kelly was working fast and hard, almost fucking her face onto her cock. Just when Cade thought he was going to get overloaded she pulled off his cock with a gasp, throwing her hair back before looking back at him, a sexually sinister smile on her face. The buxom Brit's hand became a slick blur on his cock while her mouth went to his balls to give them the same spit wash.
“Fuck yes Kelly...fucking suck those balls,” he said. “Nut sucking tart...”
“Mmmmmm!” Kelly hummed. She LOVED it when she was called a tart. Not slut, not whore, but TART. It drove her wild. Those other words, they were a match stick. Tart was propane. Explosions went off in her head and her hand darted under panties, playing with her clit while the testicular tongue bath continued.
Cade just sat back and watched a master at work. Kelly could eat a man alive who wasn't ready for her. In a way he almost pitied the students she took to bed. Almost. After all, they still got to fuck her. Not much to pity about that.
But still, watching as she combined both frenetic speed with master's skill. There was no chaos in the works she was doing as she bounced from his balls to his cock. Fast? Yes, the sound of the wet sloshing of her cock-devouring. But then that sound faded, replaced by the wet *FAP FAP FAP*, of her jacking his dick.
“Then…I think my second answer would be this.” Kelly briefly released his cock to reach behind her, un hooking her bra and letting it fall to the ground. She winked at him then replaced the warms of her hand with that of her full, luscious tits and wrapped them both around his petrified pecker.
“Look at you,” Kelly said, her tone taunting him. “So anxious...so ready. You really love these big, luscious titties wrapped around your fucking cock, don't you? Practically begging for it, you dirty fucking wanker...practically though isn't what I want...I want you to actually do it...so come on...beg to fuck these tits.”
“Please...” Cade managed to blurt out. Even being stationary, just being between those bodacious breasts was enough to get him sweating bullets.
“Please what?”
“Please...I want to fuck your tits...come on Kelly...please.”
“Close enough this time, but I want to see improvement in the future.” She said with a cheeky grin. Kelly then began to pump her tits on Cade's dick, the music professor's eyes rolling like the dials on a slot machine as the fabulous funbags worked his dick.
“Mmm feels so damn good, doesn't it? Kelly purred, her accent making every syllable drip with lust. “It's so simple...two nice tits wrapped around one cock...but look at all the fun it causes.”
Cade could both clearly see and feel all that fun. There wasn't a sight quite like the one he had right now of Kelly's magnificent melons covering his cock, the bulbous head poking through the cleavage. It looked amazing and even then, how it looked could not match up to how it felt to have those massive tits smother his rod. Sitting back and enjoying it all, he was being a bit too passive in Kelly's view.
“Oooh, do you think you can just sit back while I do all the work? Not bloody likely.” Kelly's movements stopped and she looked at Cade. “Fucking thrust. Fuck those tits Cade...and tell me how fucking good it feels or you can walk right out that door.”
Cade rushed down to grab her tits after Kelly released them, keeping them squeezed around her tits. From there he began to thrust up like a man possessed. He was pounding hard into her cleavage, getting a big grin to cross Kelly's face.
“There we fucking go,” she cheered. “That's right...mmmm can even feel that precum starting...making it all nice and slick...how about I help?” Kelly followed up that question by flicking her tongue at the head of Cade's schlong every time it rose through boob valley and sometimes just outright sucking on it.
“Ooooh my fucking GOD Kelly!” Cade yelled. “Don't fucking stop.”
“Same to you luv,” she said. “Don't you even think of stopping fucking these titties until I say so!”
And that thought never crossed his mind. So, he continued taking her tits with the frenzy of a feral man. The look of Kelly on her knees, the sound of her dominant filthy talk and the feeling of her flesh on flesh was a kaleidoscope of sensual senses.
Kelly was beyond wet. Some women saw tit-fucking as niche to pull out on occasion, faking that they liked it. They didn't get it. Kelly did. The feeling of a man just losing control from a certain part of you. Being titfucked made her wet. It was the same for handjobs and blowjobs. Just the act and what it did to a man made her melt like butter on a skillet.
However, to Kelly things weren't quite hot enough to melt...Cade looked to be on a different path. That pre-ecstasy gasp always made her tingle a little downstairs. Shame it had to end. Kelly pulled her tits away from Cade, shocking the tit-loving teacher.
“You looked a little too close to edge luv,” Kelly said. “And I don't think you want this to end too early, do you?” Cade shook his head in response. “Good boy. Now...how about you take some initiative?”
Kelly got up and turned her back to Cade, making as if she was going to lead him somewhere new. That wasn't going to happen, both of them new it.
“Yesssss!” Kelly said, growling when she felt Cade leap up from the couch and grab her. His arms wrapped and he gripped Kelly's tits in his hand, pulling the cups of her bra down and letting them spill out. She moaned as his hard cock rubbed against her legs, ready get a little more snug in the heaven between them.
“That's you dirty fuck,” Kelly sneered. “Take what you want and make us both very happy.”
“Read my mind,” Cade said before pulling Kelly's lips to his for a kiss every bit as raunchy as the room demanded.
With a loud *RRRIIIIPP* Cade tore those black panties off to the delight of Kelly. She LOVED that. Love when a man went straight up savage with his desire for her. Torn open blouse and ripped panties for her, torn apart shirts and ties to bind them to the headboard for them.
“Someone's very fucking wet,” Cade said, running his cock up and down her sopping slit.
“Then you best take advantage of it.” Kelly's sentence was followed by happy laugh as Cade took more control. He grabbed her leg and lifted it up on coffee table then bent her over. That laugh turned into a deep groan of “Fuuuuuuuck YES!” erupting from Kelly's mouth. Cade had slammed his cock in and was getting ready to do a lot more.
“Fucking ram it!” Kelly demanded. “Ram that fucking big cock in my cunt...fuck me hard!” Kelly was letting Cade take the steering wheel. She didn't really have much control over it. She was bent over, getting that lovely cock rammed into her from behind, but nothing to brace herself against to push back against him. Not that there was any need. Every stroke of his log hit hard, deep, and deliciously. Pushing back would have just been the sizzle on the steak.
Cade yanked Kelly up by hooking his arms around her shoulders. The big-titted Brit laughed and laid her head on his shoulder. She leaned her face over to receive a savage and sloppy kiss. While his lips and tongue wrestled with Kelly's own, Cade's hands went to her tits, roughly mauling them with his hands just as the lady loved. Any idea he had about that changing in the time since they last fucked was obliterated when Kelly sucked on his tongue in response and then breaking the kiss with a loud moan when he began to play with her nipples. All while her pussy got the pounding it had been craving.
“This what you wanted huh?” Cade asked, hammering his cock into her pussy. “What you wanted the moment...fuck...the moment I called? All fucking, no bullshit, you fucking tart?”
“Mmmmm hmmmm fuck yes,” Kelly moaned, her voice rattling from every thrust Cade was giving her. “Was wet the moment I knew what you wanted...didn't even play with my pussy waiting for you...it's all yours today everything is as long you keep fucking me!”
Kelly had no worry in that department. Cade didn't even answer her verbally, preferring to let his disco stick to the talking. Though her could feel the funbags in his hands, jiggling like Jell-O at the San Andreas fault, he couldn't help be a little forlorn he couldn't see them. Though that feeling was almost infinitesimally small compared to the godlike feeling of being skin to skin and balls deep in the curvy English harlot.
As good as his cock felt slamming into the warm and & wet paradise of a pussy Kelly Brook possessed, his legs were only human. He lifted her up in his arms, making her laugh and kick her stiletto heels off. He fell backwards on to the couch, Kelly following.
When Cade had lifted her up, his cock had slipped out of her cunt and was now sandwiched between himself and Kelly's plump rump. She ground her ass against it before getting in position to take it back in her horny, hungry cunt.
She climbed back on to Cade's now-sitting form, her back to him. Her dripping fuckhole hovering just above his throbbing prong. Kelly grabbed his cock and held it in place as she lowered her pussy back down on his cock. Once that sword was sheathed again Cade's hands went to her hips, ready for the ride.
The ride didn't begin immediately however. Kelly's cunt didn't start bouncing just yet. Kelly chose instead to grind on that thick, meaty pole, making the music professor shiver like the pile of jelly she turned him into. Still, that kind of thing was only going to last so long. There was a time to savor and a time to act and before long Kelly was back in action, bouncing on his cock.
“Ahhh YES!” Kelly shouted. “Fuck I love this dick! Mmmm take that fucking pussy...ahhhh yes take this fucking tart's cunt!”
His hands gripped her round hips hard, moving along with them as Kelly bounced hard on his cock. He wasn't thrusting up into her, right now this was Kelly's show and with how she worked his cock he saw no reason to take control, at least not yet. And with Kelly as the master of ceremonies for this fuckfest, she knew just what she wanted from him as she bounced on his pole.
“Fuck it! Fuck that twat!” She growled. Her feet were planted firm on the couch, giving her a surprising firm base for her leg strength to dictate the pace. She threw her head back as Cade buried his face in her back, biting on the flesh in between her shoulders. Her pussy clamped on his cock while she froze. He remembered her sweet spot. Soon after the hottest set of chills she ever felt Kelly resumed, only now a lot mouthier.
“Trying to make me cum, eh?” Kelly said, working her hips in a slow grind before fully resuming the ride. “Mmmm if that's the case then you must…ah yes..... feel pretty damn confident...fuck...oh fuck...so you don't get to cum until I do...fair, isn't it?”
“Very.” Cade replied. His grip on her hips tightened and he began to thrust up into her sopping snatch. Kelly cried out for more, her voice cracking and her big beautiful tits bouncing roughly and wildly from Cade's hard pounding.
That was, of course, just the beginning. After a few more glorious moments of his power pounding Cade pulled out of Kelly and threw her onto her back on the couch. It wasn't a hard or far toss, considering they were there, but the savage effort was appreciated.
Now that Kelly was on her back, Cade got an excellent view of those otherworldly titties. The size, the shape...it was all far too perfect to be appreciated by only his eyes. Her grabbed them and dove in face first, licking kissing and sucking on them to Kelly's delight. Goosebumps popped up all over her body as his tongue circled and suckled on her nipples. More popped up on the first set when Cade gave her hard nipples a bite and started to pull and tug along with sucking on them. Kelly howled in delight.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” he growled, letting the titty pop from his mouth. “Gonna make you cum...and I know just how.”
“Do you now?” Kelly knowingly asked.
He answered her with a physical action that satisfied her. Kelly moaned when she felt his bulbous bellend press against her asshole. His face locked on hers. While he would have loved to have just bent her over again and taken her hard, Cade wanted to see the look on her face as her asshole was filled to the brim with his cock.
“Oh, fuuuuck yes Caaade,” Kelly grunted. Inch by inch his pussy-slicked cock entered her asshole. Kelly was a woman well versed in the pleasures of anal sex, so there was no real struggle getting Cade's girth in. Soon he was all in the snug and tight rear entrance.
While he savored that familiar pleasure, Kelly was already raring to go for something a bit more. “Fuck that arse,” Kelly demanded. “None of this slow nonsense...just take that fucking asshole...RAVAGE IT!”
“What the lady wants, she gets,” Cade said, giving her one hard thrust to start off the anal fun. From there, no more savoring. Nothing slow and sweet. Kelly wanted her asshole pounded by Cade and that's what she got.
“YEEEESSSS!!!!” She cried out. “Oh, you dirty fuck...fuck that ass...every fucking inch...fuuuuck!” Cade watched as the passion exploded from Kelly face. How she hissed in the air from teeth clenched in a sex-crazed grin. He watched as her melons bounced and jiggled like they were in an earthquake. She was well past her point of no return and it was time to throw more fuel on that fire.
He grabbed a hold of Kelly's stocking-clad less, her thicc thighs pressed against his chest and calves resting on his shoulder. Kelly's tongue curled up and out of her mouth, licking her lips as she waited for that dick to go even deeper in her ass and really make her cum.
“Ooooh yesssss,” she hissed when she got exactly what she wanted. The hiss grew in a full blown scream of pleasure as the hard, pounding rhythm Cade had already built up returned with a vengeance.
“Yeah...oh your ass is so fucking good...tight ass for such a well-fucked tart like you...gonna cum just from have a cock up your ass, aren't you?”
“Mmmm fuck yes...FUCK YES!” Kelly yelled back. “Don't stop...fucking harder...deeper...FUCKING HELL YES!!!”
With those last three words echoing throughout her home, the verbiage died, giving way to intense grunts and groans as Cade hammered her asshole. Every stroke into that cavern drove Kelly wilder and wilder. It wasn't a matter of minutes for Kelly, it was a matter of seconds.
“Yes...YES...YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Kelly's voiced released its last few words for a time, her assgasm embracing her like a long-lost old friend. Warm, intense and had been away for far too long. And as Cade's schlong continued ravaging her ass, that warmth got white hot.
The fact that Cade hadn't fired like a shotgun up Kelly's ass at this point was a small miracle. The cavity had clamped own tight around him, the effort to stave off his own orgasm almost Herculean, but he had a different ending in mind for this afternoon delight with Kelly Brook.
When Kelly's body relaxed, the high finally reaching the afterglow stage, Cade pulled out of her well-fucked asshole and maneuvered up to her tits, placing his cock right back in that valley. He grabbed the full funbags and once again wrapped them around his cock, pumping between them fast, ready to get that nut.
“Oooh someone wants to make a dirty little mess of me, don't they?” Kelly teased. “Then do it...you got all my holes...now fucking paint this trashy tart white...NOW!”
“Ohh...oh shit...shit...” Cade was now the one gritting his teeth, trying to stave it off, get a few more seconds of that titflesh surrounding him...but it was for naught.
“FUUCKING HELL KELLY!” He yelled as his cock started erupted.
“Yessss,” Kelly squealed in delight. “Fucking cover me!”
And he did. The first few ropes splattered her gargantuan globes, but her still had more than enough to coat her face in the copious cum. Stream after stream launched like rockets from the tip of dick, seemingly endless until finally, it all petered out and Cade fell back on the couch.
“Good show there,” Kelly said, cleaning the cum from her face and tits and sucking it from her fingers.
“Not so bad yourself,” he said. “God damn, not bad at all.”
As the two slowly regained their sense, there were no thoughts of students or tests or anything of the sort on their minds. In fact, the only one with a clear thought in the haze of pleasure they were both still in the middle of was Cade. And that thought could be filtered out to three letters:
JLH.
******
With the greaseburgers long since finished, Lili, Camila and Peter had migrated to the couch. Lili sat near the right arm, Peter at the left with Camila in the center. Well, technically in the center. She had really bundled herself close to Peter, resting her head on his shoulder. This site should have set Lili off, or so she thought. Peter was her best friend's boyfriend, but Cami was not that particular best friend. However, Lili also didn't see any sparks of romance in what was happening. Camila wasn't nuzzling at his neck, nor was Peter pulling her closer. Cami was just looking for some familiar comfort and Peter was providing it. There was no need for a negative reaction. Lili honestly found it, once again, sweet.
At first, they were watching some of Cami's favorite films. But then when they happened upon one of them, it inspired another idea in her. Unfortunately for Peter, that film was Dirty Dancing, and he knew exactly what old DVD Cami went to her room to fish for.
“What's with the face?” Lili asked, clearly seeing the eyes roll as Peter braced himself.
“I know what she's getting and I'm shocked she still has it.” Peter replied.
“And why wouldn't I have it, Petey dear?” Camila asked with a grin. She'd returned to the room, a DVD on her finger. The label-side read, Talent Show, Jr. Year. “I mean, it's just my favorite thing to watch ever when I'm super sad.”
“What is it?” Lili asked, intrigued. Her smile was getting as big as Cami's the more Peter's face filled with dread. Not bad dread, but funny dread.
“Well, this was also Junior Year,” Cami said. She removed the Dirty Dancing Blu-ray from the player and put the DVD in its place. “You see, I always managed to get Peter involved in some way in something I did. This...this was the crowning achievement. We practiced for WEEKS. In the end, we nailed it. Perfectly.”
“Nailed what?”
“What else Lils?” Cami asked, returning to her seat and leaning into Peter. “The last dance sequence from Dirty Dancing. Including the part where Baby jumps into Patrick Swayze's arms and her lifts her up.”
“No way!” Lili replied. “You got him to dance? Like THAT? In front of people??”
“No one's more shocked than I am at what she talks me into.”
“Like it’s even a challenge.” Cami added. “I give you the puppy dog eyes and ask please and remind you that I always help out when you’re shooting something whether I'm holding a microphone or throwing a bucket of stage blood on Brodie or Selena. Also, I invoke the best friend privileges.”
“But I've seen him dance,” Lili said. “We all have. And calling it dancing is being generous. No offense Peter.”
“I can't take offense if you're right.” He answered, making Lili laugh.
“Just you wait,” Cami said. “Wait and be amazed at what weeks of practice and patience can do.” With that, Cami pressed play and a gigantic grin instantly came to her face, transplanted to simpler times while also very much in the present where she took quick glances of her oldest friend being beyond embarrassed by the Patrick Swayze cosplay, she got him to wear.
“Oh my GOD she even got you to do your hair like his!” Lili said with a laugh. “You better have won every reward for this just based on that alone.”
“The hair is just the tip of the iceberg,” Cami said.
“The amount of hairspray it took to get it like that probably melted an iceberg.” Peter added, getting a laugh from both of the women.
Then the music hit and Lili was actually astonished at what she saw. It was Peter and Cami, dancing. Not half-assing it, not Cami doing all the work...but actually dancing. He was in rhythm. He was actually moving.
“Okay, I'm impressed,” said Lili. “You're officially a miracle worker.”
“You haven't seen a miracle yet,” Cami said. “Just watch.”
And Lili's eyes went back to the screen, but not before getting another glimpse of Peter watching it through his fingers, trying to hide his face but laughing all the same. Then those blue-green eyes went back to him on the screen to see him leaping from the stage onto the ground, landing perfectly on the ground just like in the film.
“Holy SHIT how did you do that?”
“Cami stole some airplane bottles of vodka from her dad's hotel.”
“It wasn't stealing!” Cami insisted. “I left cash in the mini-bar I snuck into to cover it. And you only got one and a half.”
“Yeah, but I was limping for the weekend.”
“Oh, poor baby,” Cami said. “That really got in the way of all your reading and video games.”
The attention went back to the screen as the second feat that made Lili's jaw drop once more was when the pair re-enacted the arm-lift, just as Swayze had done with Jennifer Grey in the film.
“Stronger than he looks huh?” Cami asked.
“And you were worried he couldn't handle a football player?”
“I'm more of a lover than a fighter,” Peter said.
“Yes, we all know,” Cami joked. “Personal experience from both of us.” Cami knowing, she just hit them both with a little jab. Nothing serious, no offense, but enough to make the two blush…and give each other a look that Cami missed.
After that, it was barely a minute and the video was over, dance routine completed and the DVD back at the home menu. A slow clap was started by Lili, who then gave an over-the-top standing ovation.
“Encore!” She shouted. “Bring on more of this Dirty Dancing!”
“I'm game,” said with a grin. “How about you, Pete?”
“Cami, I love you...but show me some mercy.”
“Very well...but just because I think I may have actually reached my limit in embarrassing my bestie...without even attempting to embarrass my other bestie to even remotely the same degree.” Cami then took a quick look at a nearby clock. “Holy shit, I think I might have kept you guys here a lot longer than you expected.”
“Holy crap it's already seven???” Lili said. “Oh man I'm going to be late.”
“For what?” Peter asked.
Before Lili could be flustered to long, trying to explain both her date and who it was with, Cami chimed in. “Need me to give Pete a ride back to his car?”
“No, I got it.” Lili answered. “Not a problem at all.”
“Well, in that case,” Cami said, getting up from the couch alongside her two compatriots. She turned to Lili first. “Thank you. I needed this. I really did.” She hugged her then turned her attention towards Peter, almost repeating the embrace she gave him when she saw him at the door, only this time no tears. “And thank you too. So much. I really do love you. Despite you being a gigantic goober.”
“Well then next time call the gigantic goober when something like this happens,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Deal?”
“Deal.” Cami replied.
“Hey Goober!” Lili said, immediately getting Peter's attention and tossing him her car keys. “How about you get the engine running and I'll meet you in the car?”
“No problem,” he said, giving Camila one last hug before heading for the door. He paused just before exited and looked to Lili. “You're not gonna tell Hailee I responded to goober, are you?”
“Probably not,” Lili said with a smirk.
“I'll take it.” Peter exited the apartment, leaving the roommates alone for a few moments.
“Thanks for the quick cover,” Lili said.
“No problem.” Cami replied. “But you know you can trust him, right? Peter doesn't give a shit if you're bi. That's not him and if it was, I wouldn't have spent twenty years of my life hanging out with him.”
“I know...it's just...I'm really selective about it. It's personal to me. I know it wouldn't be a big deal to a real friend or anything. I didn't even tell Jake, which now that I think of it should have been a red flag for that whole relationship. And I don't even know what it is me and Ashley have.”
“Well, it's only been a few weeks, isn't that kind of early to call it?”
“Yeah, it's just...look she's fun, and we get along...I just don't know if she's that fond of monogamy. She’s very...bohemian. Fronting a band, poet, artist...it's the kind of thing that calls for a lot of fun and…I don't know am I just a fling? Is she?”
“Lils, anyone who's sane would not let someone like you slip through their fingers. If you don't know for sure what it is, just ask her.”
Lili nodded, then shook her head. “I can't believe I'm unloading on you with everything you have going on.”
“Eh, you earned it today,” Said Camila, her tone as soft as her smile. “Besides, that's what friends are for and all those other cliches. Just know I'm here for you. Always will be. Now, you go drop my other bestie off and then hopefully go get laid! I'll be fine. You two...you really helped.”
A last hug between the two friends and Lili left the apartment and headed towards her car, which was already running and Peter in the passenger’s seat.
“Thanks,” Lili said as she put the car in drive and began to head out of the parking garage.
“No problem, just turned the key.” Peter replied.
“Not for that. Well, not so much. But for this. Being there for her with me.”
“It's Cami,” Peter said. It was the only answer he could give.
“I know. Still, thanks for coming along...and also being there for me. After Jake and all of that. You didn't have to do that. I mean I know we're kind of friends and all that because of the people we know...”
“I didn't do it for Hailee or Cami. I did it because it was bullshit what happened to you and I didn't want you to dwell on some asshole who didn't see what he had and took you for granted. I don't care how we met, we're friends.”
“Thanks,” Lili said, the smile on her face earnest and sweet. “And also…thanks for not being weird...you know...about that thing we did after the whole Jake thing.”
“Oh yeah...that.” The both were blushing a bit, just below beet red. “I mean, why would I be weird and make anyone feel awkward for that? That's what we have Cami for.”
“Very true,” Lili laughed. “Still, let's just be out with it. We had sex. We had a threesome. You. Me. Hailee. It was good. It was great, honestly. We've seen each other naked, tasted each other, made each other cum. No shame. No embarrassment. Three adults having consensual fun with each other. That's it.”
“Agreed. Though...did you say great? I mean, I totally concur...just, you now, wanted to make sure I heard you right. Between friends and all that.”
“Oh, of course,” Lili said. “What's a little ego stroking between friends? Friends that have been very intimate with each other…this is getting awkward isn't it”
“Lili, you just saw me at sixteen dressed as Patrick Swayze mimicking a dance routine he performed before either of us were born with pants tighter than a python's embrace. You really think the fact we've had sex is going to be any more awkward than revisiting that?”
“Fair enough,” she said with a soft giggle. “Also, love the python visual.”
“Thanks.”
“And you didn't look too shabby in those tight pants,” Lili said. “But the hair...yeah, that was kind of brutal. Looks better the way it is now. The whole shaggy thing. Looks good.”
“Oh...thanks.” Things then got a bit awkward with the silence. They could both feel it. Not bad awkward, but it was still in the air.
“How exactly did Cami convince you to do that anyway?” Lili asked, trying to kill the tension.
“Take a wild guess,” Peter said.
“Puppy dog eyes, the barely there hint of a pout followed by 'Pleeease?” then she fluttered her eyes, knowing going so comically over the top is going to seal the deal.”
“Bingo.”
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