The Brevity Series(Site Collab)

[Slyguy]

I can 100% imagine this happening onset at one point in her life.  Excellent Grobnar!

[Volente]

Cold Shower

For whatever reason, your travels have taken you into the heart of a South Wales winter; it's harsher than normal this year, with gusts of icy wind and freezing fog swirling through the streets of Cardiff. Inside the hotel however; it's a different matter. A bizarre fault caused during recent renovations has led to every part of the heating system being stuck on full blast, with the result that the building is stiflingly, appallingly hot. It's a still, dry heat, and all the worse for your being acclimatised to the cold and damp outside. It takes the pole-axed staff a while to sort things out at the front desk, but eventually they manage to check you in and hand you your keys. By the time you get up to your room you're not in great shape; drenched in sweat, red in the face, and finding it difficult to think properly. Mopping your brow with a sodden handkerchief, you try woozily to come up with something, anything that might make things more bearable.  Opening the window seems promising; except as soon as you do you feel freezing air flood into the room and turn your sweat to snowmelt. A brief, uncontrollable bout of shivering quickly convinces you to close it again. Defeated you slump onto the bed, which incidentally is currently fitted with a high tog-rated duvet befitting the season. God, if only you could think, your head feels like it's been stuffed with hot cotton wool.

In your current state it's hard to tell exactly how long you've been sitting on the bed when you hear the knock; it could be a couple of minutes or it could be an hour. Hauling yourself upright you stumble over to the door, momentarily consider looking through the peephole before rejecting that as an unnecessary waste of energy. Who could possibly be in any state to harm you under these conditions - Fremen death commandos? It takes a moment to open because your sweat-slick hand keeps slipping on the handle, but you scrabble at it some more and hear the catch slip back. Opening the door at last you see a familiar looking woman, tall and pale and red-headed. It's Amy Pond from Doctor Who! You like Amy. No, wait; that can't be right, Amy Pond is a fictional character, and you’re real.  You’re fairly sure of that.  So then who's standing in front of you, looking shatteringly gorgeous even with tangled strands of that magnificent red hair plastered across her forehead and damp patches on her dress? If she doesn't exist, does that mean there's no-one at your door? Are you hallucinating? What if you're already dead, and this is Hell? That would explain the heat, but then why would the devil send you a beautiful Scottish model-turned-actress? No, no, this doesn't add up at all.

Karen Gillan gives you a smile that seems genuine, but has traces of desperation lurking at the edges. She's not in much better shape than you at the moment. "Hi! Hello. Ah." Every word seems to require a deliberate effort. "Shower. In my room. Not working." You smile and nod encouragingly; it's important to be supportive of other people. "Can I use? Use yours? Please?" You're still nodding and apparently this is all the acquiescence she needs, stepping past you. She takes a few strides across the room before turning back to you and taking a deep breath. "You look worse than, worse than I feel. Come on." She clutches at your sleeve and pulls you with her into the bathroom. As the door swings shut behind you she starts hurriedly pulling her clothes off, having a little trouble with some of the buttons, and throwing them into a corner. Mmm, she is absolutely lovely even with the sweat running down her perfect skin and the exhausted look in her eyes. You follow suit, stripping off as quickly as you can, also having trouble with some of the buttons. But not the same buttons.  They're different buttons.  Just as you're tossing your sodden shirt onto the pile in the corner, she grabs you by the elbow and yanks you into the shower behind her.

The moment the cold water hits you you gasp with pleasure, shocking you back to your senses at last. It's incredible, the kind of feeling you get running out of a sauna and jumping into a snowbank, and the two of you are yelping and laughing and shaking uncontrollably in the cubicle. After a few moments Karen reaches out and adjusts the temperature so the water is cool rather than cold, sighing deeply as it rains down on the two of you. You can feel it washing away all the stress along with the sweat and grime, until you feel like you've just woken up from a long, deep sleep. You feel so good, and between your reinvigorated state and that wet, naked beauty so close to you the inevitable starts to happen. From the way Karen's hand keeps drifting down to her crotch, you're not alone in feeling frisky right now. . .

She steps back a little suddenly, and your stiffening cock presses against her pert, round backside. "Mmm, I see you're back in the land of the living then!" She spreads her long, perfect legs and leans forward against the cubicle wall. You press against her ass a little, sliding down her asscrack until she laughs "Yeah, don't push your luck!" You push up against her divine pussy, rubbing the tip against her entrance a little before sliding in, sooo slowly, she coos with pleasure. After a moment you start in earnest, taking her from behind as you run your hands over her pert breasts and firm tummy. Her pale skin feels deliciously cool under your hands, and her pussy is so tight and warm around you as she starts to push back a little. You groan out loud and feel droplets of cool water splash against your tongue. It's tempting to just fuck her hard and fast but that would be a waste, the two of you take it as slow as you can and luxuriate in the sensual, languid sensations. Like all hotel bathrooms everywhere, this room has excellent acoustics, and soon it's echoing with moans and groans and heavy breathing. It feels wonderful, and it keeps building and building until eventually you both cum together, sheer pleasure rushing into you and slowly dispersing through your entire body.

A little later and you're out of the shower, the two of you swathed loosely in fluffy white towels, sitting on the floor against the bathtub. You put your head on her shoulder and sigh happily as the building’s insistent heat slowly dries you both.

[Cadeauxxx]

Wow, nice to see this series making a return! 

[Cadeauxxx]

Salma Hayek - Persiguiendo esa gran D

"I'm gonna suck a big cock today."

The heavy accent of Salma Hayek spoke while glaring back at the man with a smug grin across her lips. Winston Burbank nodded at the older, Mexican beauty before him. She crawled from the floor, wearing nothing but a lacy black thong and matching bra over her voluptuous form. She moved into position before him, soon resting on her knees before shoving her bra down to free her busty, natural firm breasts. Gold hoop ear rings were visible beneath the locks of her dark hair.

All Winston could do was lick his lips as he had a Hollywood actress wanting to suck his famous cock off today, now crawling to him. He took a deep breath, just thinking how lucky he was for this situation between the two of them. Salma was a dream come true and now he was about to share some sinful deeds with her.

"Like my big boobs?"

Salma teased him, grinning again as she moved her hands down to her bra, making her tits shake as she pulled at the straps. Giggling, she moved her left hand between her breasts, demonstrating her desire.

"I want a big cock between my boobs."

It was a cheesy porn line he requested to her and Salma delivered it with her glorious accent to make Winston's cock harder without her touch. She discarded the bra, moving her hands in her hair while shaking her tits one last time. Winston was done being teased by this goddess. He shoved his gym shorts down, allowing his erecting cock to come free. Salma's eyes glared down as she crawled forward and moved her little hand over it.

Her complete attention was now devoted to his thick, uncircumcised pole. Winston watched her shove the foreskin down to reveal the head, then he gripped it. Salma placed her hands on her knees, making a perfect position as Winston wanked his cock slowly, then presented it to her. She moved her lips underneath the head, kissing it sloppy to begin. Sucking at the head, she soon wrapped her fingers around his pole and smiled.

"Ohhhh, fuck."

He muttered his words as Salma shoved his cock into her mouth. Her hands moved to her swinging breasts, squeezing them as she began to bob her head up and down Winston's thick cock. Those perfect brown eyes gazed up at him, never breaking away as she sucked inch after inch of his cock. Slowing down, she closed her eyes, taking more of his length down her throat. Salma nearly choked as her mouth generated sloppy sucking noises. Re-opening her eyes, she gazed up at him, shoving more of his dick down her throat before finally choking. Winston grabbed the base of his cock, snatching it from her.

"Oh, fuck!"

Salma gasped while saliva strings dangled from her open mouth back to his cock. Winston moaned. She parted her lips, revealing her tongue and then he smacked the head of his dick over it before feeding it back into her mouth. Salma sucked once more, moaning muffled noises while bobbing her lips up and down his length. When she released his rod with a popping sound, Winston used his left hand to grope one of her breasts, giving her a subtle hint. The goddess brought both hands down to her legendary tits. She presented them to him, then Winston shoved his cock down the middle.

"Yes, like that..."

Her voice was soft and sensual, as she squeezed those great big tits around his cock. Winston gasped, pumping his shaft between those tits. Salma watched the head poke up and then spit on it before resuming eye contact. He picked up speed, slamming his cock between her tits with each thrust. When he moaned, she smiled at him.

"Oh my god!"

Winston had to slow down, taking a deep breath. All Salma did was smirk at him before he thrust his cock forward again.

"That's beautiful."

She spit on the head of his cock again. Salma was a sensual woman but it was time for Winston to take control. He pulled his cock free before feeding it back into her mouth. When she felt his left hand curl up her hair, Salma knew what was coming. Her hands rested on her her knees, then Winston pulled his cock from her mouth.

Pop! Moving it back to her open lips, Salma's eyes looked up at him. Winston began to thrust his cock into her mouth, holding her hair to keep her in position. Salma moaned and slobbered over his cock. Winston placed both hands in her hair, slowly thrusting while Salma's hands went to her tits. He picked up the pace and was now fucking her mouth thoroughly.

'Mmmuawah, Mmmmwaug.' Her mouth made muffled moaning sounds as Winston's thick cock pumped past her lips. Salma squeezed her tits, closing her eyes and enjoying every second of him gently fucking her mouth. He had a self control, not going over the edge as Winston proved he knew how to handle a woman of her class and tenderness. She gagged, making exaggerated noises while opening her eyes to look up at him. Winston didn't stop, he delivered with every thrust until slowing down almost to a halt.

His hands moved from her hand to her neck, then he stopped. His slobbery shaft popped from her lips, then Winston looked in her eyes, giving her the nod. Salma knew what to do, she raised her tits up and watched him slide his cock between them again. His hands moved back to her hair with a grin as Salma spit at the head of his cock, squeezing her big tits back around it. A saliva string dangled from her lower lip and chin.

Winston wasted no time, thrusting his cock between those wonderful tits. Salma looked up at him, moaning as their eyes met and she felt every inch of his cock pumping. Winston just smiled, thrusting away between her wonderful tits unable to say anything. Salma bit down on her lower lip, eyes still locked. His hands moved, cupping her face as he slowed down. Salma glanced downward, parting her lips and flicking her tongue over the head when it poked up.  He moved his hands away and then Salma looked up at him with a grin.

"I jus' love dis feeling of jour big cock between my tetas."

Her accent slurred her word but she spoke so sensually to him. Winston's heart could've melted right there. Winston stopped thrusting. He watched as Salma let go of her tits, bringing his cock into her hand and kissing the head.

"I'm gonna cum."

Gazing up into his eyes, she replied.

"Yes, please cum on my face."

Taking his cock back into his hands, Winston stroked it while Salma closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. Taking in deep breaths, he moaned.

"OHHHHH, FUCK!"

His cock erupted, splattering her face in streams of cum aimed to her face. Salma leaned up so he could drench her face, taking a wad of cum to her left eyebrow and across her forehead. Salma kissed his cock lovingly after he finished.

[thenewcomer]

Nicely done. Amazing what can be done with 1200 words.

[PLM83]

Amazing stories, wow!

[boxman]

Nice one with Salma, all of these stories are fun to read. Pretty cool what can be accomplished with only 1,200 words.

[Cadeauxxx]

Nice one with Salma, all of these stories are fun to read. Pretty cool what can be accomplished with only 1,200 words.

Thanks! The 1,200 word limit makes it tough as I had to edit over 600 words out of this, but that's the challenge that makes Brevity a lot of fun. This was just something I whipped up for TNC, a quick blowjob and titfuck with one of our favorite ladies. I have a much longer story with Salma planned in the future that will have romance themes, don't know when I'll get to it since I tend to stay busy most of these days, but hopefully early 2020. 

[Viri]

Nice one with Salma, all of these stories are fun to read. Pretty cool what can be accomplished with only 1,200 words.

Thanks! The 1,200 word limit makes it tough as I had to edit over 600 words out of this, but that's the challenge that makes Brevity a lot of fun. This was just something I whipped up for TNC, a quick blowjob and titfuck with one of our favorite ladies. I have a much longer story with Salma planned in the future that will have romance themes, don't know when I'll get to it since I tend to stay busy most of these days, but hopefully early 2020. 

Love how you write Salma, will be looking forward to that. She could use more stories for sure.

[VSM14]

These stories are all great, thank you to everyone.

[DarkSwordsman]

Happy Bath-day

Starring: Ashley Benson and Cara Delevingne



A shiny silver sports car pulled into the driveway of a luxurious Beverly Hills home.  The front door opened, expensive-looking Nike sneakers planting themselves on the floor one at a time as Ashley Benson climbed out from within.  She approached the front door, noticing that a small note addressed to ‘Ash’ was attached to it with sticky tape.  She removed the note and gave it a read. 

Hey, babe,
Happy birthday, again.  I hope you had a good day.  I’m in the bath.  Whip off those clothes and come join me!
Love,
Cara
X

A naughty grin stretched across Ashley’s pretty, heavily made up face.  After a long, gruelling day on set (on her 30th birthday, no less), this was just the news she liked to come home to.  Her partner, Cara Delevingne, had wished her a happy birthday and done the other usual stuff- the presents, the breakfast in bed- that morning, and told Ashley she had a surprise for her when she got in that evening.  She guessed that this was it. 

She opened the door and went inside.  A trail of pink and red rose petals led from the doormat, across the hall and up the stairs.  Ashley crossed the hallway and climbed the stairwell; the actress following the string of petals like the yellow brick road as it continued to the door of the bathroom.  She opened the door, a thick haze of steam hitting her like a brick wall as she entered. 

When the steam finally cleared, Ashley’s heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of the simply breathtaking view before her.  Her girlfriend Cara lay neck deep in their gleaming bathtub; a thick froth of suddy white bubbles spilling out over the edge as she enjoyed a relaxing soak.  A bed of petals was strewn across the tiled floor, while Cara had the stem of a vibrant red rose clamped between her pearly white teeth.  A bottle of champagne stood on a small wooden table alongside two sparkling flutes. 

“Happy birthday, baby,” Cara purred, plucking a petal from the rose with her teeth.  “Thought I told you to lose the clothes.”

Her mid length, bottle blonde hair was slicked back with bathwater.  A costly silver chain sparkled around her neck.  Ashley grinned and kicked off her shoes.  She whipped off her white vest top, unbuttoned her skinny jeans and inched them down.  She pulled down her panties, held them aloft with the tips of her fingers and dropped them to the floor, the sultry look on her face a clear indicator that she meant business.  She climbed into the bath and sat facing her girlfriend; her bare knees pressed up against one another as they shared the bubbly tub. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” said Cara.  The couple shared a long, soft kiss.  “How was your day?”  She poured a glass of champagne and handed it to Ashley, then poured a second for herself.

“Ugh, tiring,” Ashley groaned, taking a sip of her fizz.  “I swear, working on your birthday should be illegal.”

“Aww, poor baby,” Cara replied, pouting her stark red lips.  She took Ashley’s glass and returned it to the table beside her own.    “Come here and let me help you relax,” she added, her arms stretched out invitingly. 

Ashley turned and leaned back against her girlfriend, her head rested on her shoulder.  Cara picked up a bottle of body wash and squeezed a pool into her cupped hand.  She rubbed her mits together and smeared the sweet smelling liquid across Ashley’s shoulders; the starlet groaning softly in response. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” she whispered into her ear, between licks and light nibbles at her lobe.

“Uh huh.”

Cara moved down to Ashley’s chest; her skilled hands roaming across her skin like a professional masseuse as she caressed her perky breats.  Ashley closed her pretty blue eyes, a chorus of soft, pleasured coos escaping her pouty pink lips.  Cara kissed Ashley’s neck as she massaged her chest; fondling her titties and teasing her erect nipples.  She placed a hand on her girlfriend’s cheek and guided her head to the side, the pair devouring each other’s mouths as her free hand trailed across her midriff.

Ashley groaned; her impassioned coo muffled by her lover’s hungry mouth as her hand reached her clit.  The pair sucked face like excited teens, the tips of Cara’s fingers rubbing against Ashley’s stiff bud under the surface of the water as they did so.  By now, the celebrity couple were practically eating each other alive, their tongues encircling one another as they made out in the bathtub.  Cara strummed her girlfriend’s pussy like a woman possessed, her hand little more than a neatly manicured blur as she kneaded her clit in the depths of the water.

By now, the waters were chopping like a sea storm; gallons of the bubbly liquid spilling out over the edge of the bath, soaking the rose petals and Ashley’s clothing as it gushed out across the floor.  Ashley was clinging to the edges of the bathtub for dear life as Cara frigged her; the British model kissing her neck and tonguing at her earlobe as she strummed her pulsing clit.  Ashley ground against Cara’s hand; her writhing undulations sending torrents of water spilling out over the side of the tub in great waves.  Water flooded the bathroom floor and filled their champagne glasses to the brim, diluting the priceless booze with volumes of soapy water. 

Ashley gripped the sides of the bath so tightly that her knuckles turned white, the blonde actress in danger of ruining her expensive manicure as her nails scratched against the porcelain.  By this stage, Cara was rubbing her lover’s clit harder than ever before; the starlet quivering from head to foot and kicking wildly as her supermodel girlfriend frigged her into next July.  Ashley could feel the quake of orgasm surging from within her; her slick juices seeping from her pussy and into the bathwater. 

“Oh, fuck!” she cooed.  “I’m gonna cum!”

“Mmm, yeah!  Cum for me, baby!” Cara purred in her ear, nibbling at her partner’s lobe as she strummed her box under the surface of the water.

And then Ashley did just that.

“FUUUCCCKKK!” she screamed, her eyes clamping shut, her usually gorgeous facial features screwing in all kinds of unsightly ways as her A-list lover frigged her to orgasm.  “Oh my God!” she wheezed, her perky chest rising and falling as she came down from her climax.

The waters stilled like the ocean after a violent tempest.

“Feel better now?” asked Cara, pecking her girlfriend on the cheek.

“Mmhmm,” Ashley purred, turning her head and giving Cara a kiss on the lips.  “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.  Happy birthday.”  Cara hooked the bath chain between her toes and tugged the plug from its hole.  “Now let’s get you to bed!”

[the_5am_club]

OPERATION PAMELA
by The 5am Club

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(a tip of my cowboy hat to John Connors for his imprimatur)
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She kept us up after all went down. From the rubble and the flames, she forged back the world. It was only natural we made her our God-Empress in exchange, whatever that was. Also it sounded cool: God-Empress Taylor Swift.

We closed our eyes on lots of things anyway. Like the Reaping. It was weird at first but we guessed it goes with the title. It’s not like I have to put up with it, I’m chancellor after all. Chancellor Selena Gomez. Always loved how it sounds.

But for all my privileges, it also means assisting the poor baby at her discretion. Supreme ruler of the world and still making my phone ring for a broken nail or Windows crashing.

Even more exasperating today because she’s in the middle of her Reaping ritual so I have ten minutes of stairs to the top of the pyramid. Good for cardio but I hate the awkward run alongside the endless line of people waiting for their turn, the word-of-mouth climbing faster than me, putting everyone to their knees like a stadium wave.
A stadium wave of naked, masturbating people is awkward, believe me.

Obviously the ritual won’t be halted for me—the priestesses wouldn’t allow it—so as I am introduced to Taylor, a man is introduced with me and immediately he kneels at the feet of Our Majesty and starts stroking his penis.

I grumble “You needed assistance, Your Celestialness?”

And picture her on a throne, her ceremonial dress/armor shining in the sun, all regal and shit, and she just whispers nervously through her teeth: “Seven hours.”

Me and the head-priestess look at each other. No clue.

“Your seven hours!”

I turn around, eyes rolling, at my seven hours, and see nothing but the waiting line stretching to the horizon. They’re here to ejaculate on the feet of the God-Empress, which the guy beside me starts doing with a groan. His first jet of cum hits her toes and Taylor throws her head back in delight, the same she felt twelve hours and hundreds of people earlier. This will never cease to amaze me.

The head-priestess starts counting down the ropes of semen, “1… 2… 3…” … “19… 20… 21…”

“TWENTY-ONE!”

He pumps and squirms and tries to spurt one more out but it’s no use. One streak short of being reaped into Taylor’s harem for next year.

A pat on the shoulder and he’s better luck next time’d to the exit.

Meanwhile I don’t care about all this. I’m looking at my seven and I spot what Tay spotted. On the steps, between two contestants whacking and praying, there’s Alexandra Daddario.

“Cigarette break!” Taylor shouts before the priestesses can even hose down the jizz off her feet.

“God-Empress, you don’t smoke!”

“Sleen does!”

I don’t, but she’s already pulling me by the arm to a balcony.

“You seen her?!” she asks me.

“Yeah the True Detective girl? with the big…eyes.”

“Alex freakin’ Daddario wants to be in my harem, can you believe it?!”

“She’s hot I guess…”

“We have to do something!”

“What for?”

“The trial is harder for women, they have to squirt for twenty-two seconds. Imagine she fails!”

“Just tell her you wanna bang her!”

“The priestesses won’t let me!”

“Tay, it’s your stupid cult, now if you’ll excuse me, I have an ROI to measur—”

“Chancellor Gomez, I demand your cooperation!”

And five minutes later, we come back. With a plan.

The mistress of the new world sits on her throne, presents her feet and the ritual resumes.

There are dozens of people before Daddario’s turn so I have to wait there. Which I hate cause it always turns me the fuck on. Everyone more gorgeous than the next, the men so incredibly hung, the women straight out of Photoshop. And their loads, Jesus… how do they not shrivel up and turn to dust?…

When our target steps in for her trial, Taylor is panting, not from the 50+ loads she just received, because of the one she’s about to take. The woman is completely naked, all the Blu-rays of True Detective salvaged from the apocalypse can’t do justice to the solar magnificence that is her body.

She kneels down, raises her crotch above the holy pair of feet and starts masturbating.

That’s when I take my clothes off and big-spoon her.

She’s startled; the priestesses hiss in protest but Taylor shuts them up in one glare. Nothing in the law forbids external aid.

My fingers replace hers over her clitoris. “Play with your tits,” I sigh in her ear and she complies with a whimper.

She arches like a nymph, it’s incredible, I bet everybody behind me can see how wet I am now. Still, not as wet as her. As Taylor put it, she’s “rocked into the stratosphere just knowing Selena Gomez is touching her!” Without false modesty, she was right.

I work her G-spot, unleashing years of experience in Taylor’s harem upon her. She doesn’t stand a chance. I even add some personal style into it, because goddamn I’m jilling Alexandra Daddario! The threesomes we’re gonna have all year! Taylor you glorious bitch!

I disregard the thousands of stares weighing on me and dirtytalk this beauty to heights of horniness she didn’t know existed.

She’s squishy like a sponge. I nod at Taylor and the God-Empress lifts the hem of her dress. All around us is stunned by blinding awe. Alexandra gazes into the Pussy; the Pussy is gazing back into her. She cries out lewdly as her hand joins mine deep within her folds. Together we make her squirt. A priestess turns a sandglass upside-down. Twenty-two seconds to go.

The first stream is so long and powerful I get nervous, even Alex gasps in disbelief and ecstasy. Taylor’s feet are splattered to the ankles. I hear her moan higher than usual: her exposed cunt is twitching on its own, the little whore is fucking cumming!

No force in the universe can keep me from relieving myself now. I reach down my buttcrack with my other hand and push two fingers up my asshole, joining the two goddesses in their bliss.

Behind me, a half-mile of people do the same. I know it because I suddenly hear the sound of their cum hitting the ground like the most surreal torrential hail.

I tear my eyes off the divine vagina and my mind off my orgasm: Alexandra is still squirting and the head-priestess is still paying attention, despite the hand under her toga.

A voice announces “TWENTY-TWO SECONDS!” We did it!

The girl keeps convulsing against my body, still torturing her nipples and squeezing her G-spot dry, her voice on the verge of breaking. Taylor jumps down her throne, head first between her legs, lips smacking against labia, and gulps down every gush left in her new harem resident.

*****

Gonads empty, everybody leaves.

Alexandra walks down the steps, afterglowing. She taps the mic inside her tooth.

“I’m in,” she whispers.

“Congratulations Agent Daddario. All units stand by.”

“Agent Upton standing by.”

“Agent Minaj standing by.”

“Agent Sweeney standing by.”

“Sofía Vergara stanning by!”

“Agent Dennings standing by.”

“The fall of the twig is near.”

[Slyguy]

Never read any erotica like this before.  You had me intrigued the whole the time.  Props for fitting so much into 1200 words.  Keep it up 5am   

[Thehouseofweird]

The following is a work of fiction, none of the events have ever occurred. If you take offense to this story, you might be on the wrong site.

Dove's spa day

By The House of Weird

Staring Dove Cameron



Dove entered the small spa resort with glee, her old friends raving about the services they provide here being of a unique level. And with today being her birthday and all, she couldn't help herself into wanting a little relaxation.

"Why hello there madam how can I help you today?" The receptionist polity greeted her.

"Yes I was hoping to use this gift certificate I was given for this place." Dove offered her the paper she got as an early birthday gift.

"Ah I see the celebration package happy birthday miss?"

"Cameron, Dove Cameron." She introduced herself.

"Well Miss Cameron, you'll be happy to hear this will cover your entire visit here and have the choice of three different options. Standard, vacation, or the sensual package for your treatment."

"I think I'll take the sensual package then."

"Excellent! Just step into the locker room down the hall to begin. Have a wonderful visit!"

Dove walked down the hall and entered the locker room she had mentioned, the walls with small cubies with boxes inside them and white bath robes spread about. The signage says to place all clothing and items in the containers and be wearing only the complementary robe offered. Dove figured she would have to strip for the massage later anyways so it made sense. A wardrobe change later, she walked out the opposite door and entered the main spa area of the building. She was quickly greeted by her two care takers for the day, a blonde named Chloe and a redhead named Deborah, the former of the two offered a detox drink to relax her body before she would begin her main treatment. 10 minutes and some quick chatting with the others later, Dove was escorted to a side room by the ladies and was shown the first step, a nice warm bath to wash away her soreness. The actress was surprised when Chloe and Deborah began taking off her robes, her naked body on display for them to see, but they assured her their duty was to make her feel relaxed, and let Dove step into the tub. She layed back her head on a heated towel at the edge of the tub, her body resting submerged in the water. The two women wasted no time in adding bath salts and mixing up a nice face mask for her to enjoy the bath, Deborah placing the paste on her delicate face while Chloe stirred the salts in the water. Dove simply closed her eyes and let them finish before they let her relax there in peace for a short while, the sound of chimes and birds chirping in the air thanks to a speaker in the corner.

Time passed and soon they returned with more warm towels and a few things needed for step two. A plug was pulled and the tub began to empty, Dove feeling quite clean and also very sleepy from how little she moved. Chloe and Deborah removed the face mask from her and lifted the woman out of the tub, she wobbled in her foot steps as they hand dried her body, hands and towels grazing every part, she wasn't even phased knowing the girls were touching her breasts and private area. All dry and clean, the helped her to the opposite side of the room, a bed like area was set up for the massage part of the package. Laying her down on her front, they situated her to begin moving their hands across her body, arms and legs were first, followed by her back. Dove fell in and out of slumber while their delicate hands grazed her skin in ways that made her tingle in awe. Her mind wandering about thinking of happy times or even nothing at all. 20 minutes pass, they lift her up to a sitting position, her legs parted slightly as Chloe began massaging her scalp. Her hands and feet taken care off by Deborah, while Chloe switched to work on her neck, Dove couldn't help but let her eyes roll back a little as her nerves were hit in such a pleasant way. Soon a bigger surprise came, Chloe worked her way around her shoulders, and to her front, lowering her hands until she began to massage Dove's C cup breasts. Dove let out a soft whimper feeling her breasts being taken care of, the soft hands cupping them help made it pleasing, Deborah followed a similar suit, her own soft hands roaming up her legs, parting them a bit more to lay a finger across Dove's bare vaginal walls.

The singer/actress arched her back just a little, Chloe readjusting to let Dove lean back onto her chest, Deborah shifted her hand to let two fingers glide in and out of the moist slit. She was careful not to go too far deep, only getting the insides of her loins ready. The red head parted, but only for a little bit, Chloe resting Dove on her back, and lightly pinched at the woman's nipples to stimulate them as well. Deborah returned and lifted Dove's legs upward, she couldn't see exactly, but the girl lifting her legs was now without pants, and instead had a small strap on around her hips. Moving into position, Dove could feel the rubber based dildo slide inside her, she gasped at the shocking intrusion, but wasn't alarmed at all. Instead she let it slide all the way in, the 5 inches in length was perfect for her to react. With her legs lifted straight up, Deborah began gently fucking the birthday girl. She admitted quick breaths at the feeling, Chloe looking down from above and gently caressing her body, even leaning downward to stimulate her clit. Dove could only close her eyes and let the sexual turn of this massage take place. It was simply amazing for her, like a perfect lover, or lovers ensuring her needs were taken care of. She felt the tingling feeling once more, this time with a firey turn. She let out a sudden cry of silence as her body rocked of an orgasm. Her legs shaking, breasts giggling, breath slowing down after climax. Deborah pulled out and returned Dove's legs to the floor, the two noting she can leave when she's ready, they had also brought her stuff in the box she left them in while in the tub. The women began to leave, Dove simply resting from her orgasm, her entire body felt like it was on cloud 9. Deborah, just before leaving turned to the naked woman on the floor and said.

"I hope you decide to return Miss Cameron."

The end.

[DarkSwordsman]

I, Margot

Starring: Margot Robbie



2017

The alarm on her brand new iPhone 7 woke Margot Robbie with a start.

“Uhhhh!” she groaned in her best cavewoman’s tongue as she stabbed at the expensive device, her neatly manicured fingers ceasing the obnoxious blare.

The loud alarm had been, as it was every morning, most unwelcome.  But given that the starlet had been in the midst of an incredibly vivid and distinctly erotic dream, the irritating sound had been even less pleasing than usual.  Indeed, since around 5.30 that morning, the unconscious Margot had been engaged in threeway sex session so hot and steamy it could give a Nordic sweat lodge a run for its money. 

Indeed, Margot and her two partners; a gorgeous dark-haired woman and an incredibly handsome, well muscled and well endowed man, had worked their way through nigh on every position in the threesome handbook over the past 90 minutes, and the actress had been buried between the young lady’s thighs whilst getting railed from behind, when the chime of her alarm yanked her from the imaginary ménage à trois like a bolt from the blue.

Margot looked at the time on her phone.  7.01. 

“Fuck!” she cussed in her sexy Australian accent.

The blonde starlet was due on the set of her next movie, I, Tonya, in two hours and needed every second of that time to shower, ready herself, eat breakfast and dose up on coffee before the arrival of her driver.  But, goddamn, was she horny!  In fact, had a doctor examined her, he’d have declared the actress’ condition to be one of the most severe cases of morning wood (or, rather, the female equivalent of morning wood- morning puddle?) he’d ever seen. 

Margot reached down to her groin, the fair-haired starlet indeed confirming what she’d expected; the crotch of her skimpy pyjama pants were soaking wet.  As a matter of fact, her entire genital region was generating more fluid and radiating more heat than monsoon season in the Amazon; her sticky snatch practically burning up beneath the fabric of her undies.

Margot looked at her phone once more; hoping that the eighth hour of the day had somehow halted its progress to accommodate her AM arousal.  7.03.  No such luck.  She lay in her king size bed for several minutes, the Aussie actress praying that the passing of time would cease the eternal tingling between her thighs.  Again, no dice.  In fact, Margot seemed to grow more aroused with every passing second and, before long, her morning horn could have put a herd of white rhino to shame.  As the minutes ticked on, it became increasingly apparent that the randy movie star wasn’t emerging from between her silken sheets until the quivering between her legs had been taken care of.

Fuck it, she thought.  I’m the star of this movie.  Those fuckers can wait!

Margot texted her driver, telling him to pick her up 30 minutes later.  She climbed out of bed and strolled across to a wooden cabinet on the far side of the room.  She yanked open the doors, displaying what can only be described as a treasure trove of pornographic materials.  DVDs, blu-rays, even VHSs; thousands of them- enough skin flicks to make the folks at Vivid Video blush.  Margot chose one and slipped it into her blu-ray player; the X-rated images filling her 72 inch plasma TV screen as she climbed back into bed.

Two beautiful women, a blonde and a brunette were kissing passionately on a bed; Margot watching intently as she reached across to her nightstand.  She pulled open a drawer, revealing a toy collection to rival that of a rich only child.  Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads; you name it, she had it.  Margot reached inside, her hand trembling with arousal as she retrieved a large, battery-powered wand.

She lay back on her bed, peeled off her undies and pulled off her top.  She switched on the vibrator; the device humming to life as she held it against her clit.  By now, the two women in the video had been joined by a guy, and Margot watched on, her toy buzzing like a swarm of bees against her stiff pink bud as the actor pulled out his giant, throbbing pornstar’s cock.  The girls wrapped their lips around his wang and worked them up and down his shaft.  Margot pressed the wand against her clit with such force that it nearly singed the skin; the horny actress holding the toy to her person like a precious family heirloom as it buzzed at her drooling box.

The guy in the video lay back across the mattress as the two girls mounted him.  The blonde sat on his face while the brunette squatted over his crotch; feeding his long, thick cock into her snatch.  Margot pawed at her breasts, the Aussie starlet cooing like a wounded critter as her giant vibrator worked its magic on her pulsing clit.  Sticky, clear fluids oozed from her gash and smeared across her vaginal lips and the tops of her thighs as she frigged herself with the giant wand. 

It felt simply incredible as it hummed against her clit; the toy buzzing with such force she thought the entire bed was going to shake.  But there was a piece missing from the jigsaw.  She set the vibrator down on the mattress and returned to the drawer on her nightstand, this time returning with a small metal buttplug and a bottle of lube.  She flicked open the cap and squeezed a dose of lube onto the pointed tip.

Margot reached down and pressed the tip against her asshole; the cool of the steel making her shiver further as it made contact with her warm, puckered sphincter.  She pushed it toward and her anus stretched around its girth; the toy slipping into her asshole with consummate ease thanks to the slick grease dripping across the shaft.  In no time at all, her butthole had sucked the whole thing up; the tight sphincter closing up around the bejewelled base as the girthy toy lodged in her rectum. 

As Margot returned the wand to her clit, the actors in the video had joined her in a spot of anal play.  They changed up formation; the blonde now eating out her brunette co-star, while the man knelt behind her, guiding the tip of his wang into her tight, pink asshole.  Margot tugged at the base of her buttplug; the actress pulling the toy back to its widest point then letting it go, her anus stretching around its girth and swallowing it back up every time she released it. 

Her vibrator buzzed wildly against her clit as she did this; every nerve in her body tingling as she held it at her crotch.  Her lower lip quivered.  Her toes began to curl.  Her nipples were so stiff they could have sliced through a pane of glass.  A series of mewling, whimpering gasps escaped her soft pink lips as a fiery, ground-shaking orgasm tore through her toned body.

“Uhh! FUCK!” she cried, pulling the wand from her groin at the very last second as a jet of clear, wet girlspunk blasted from her cooch like a water cannon, spraying across her bed and drenching her expensive sheets. 

“Strewth!” Margot cooed, panting heavily as she came down from her orgasm.

She looked across at the vibrator still buzzing away in her hand, a wicked smile stretching across her face as she reached for her phone.  She punched out a second message to her driver, returning the vibrator between her thighs and holding it against her clit.  Actually, she typed, better make it an hour!