The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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As Gemma and Jessica glanced at each other while Kate started the interview, Troian thought it was a pity that Alba wasn’t going to appear on screen – girl was hotter than Death Valley in the summer. Even though she was at work, Troian couldn’t help wanting to store the two guards for some spank bank time later… she might as well get something out of today, since she’d have to miss the party. Thank goodness she wasn’t with Karen Gillan, at least – Kate never forgot the questions when it came time to do the cut-ins, whereas Karen always missed several.
“Now why are you coming forward?” Kate asked.
“It’s time people knew about what happens up at Remy Hadley,” Gemma said. “We have good people there, but we also have a lot of bad ones. Like Cate Blanchett…”
For the next twenty minutes, Troian recorded Gemma and Jessica telling Kate about the activities in the mountains… the guards sampling the prisoners (not always consensually), Blanchett crippling Summer Glau and beating Scarlett Johansson, an explanation of what really happened during the escape, Jessica telling how they’d shot Blanchett by mistake, naming names and witnesses.
And with each word, Troian was getting less bothered about the party.
* * * * * * * * * *
“She cut you?!” Hayden asked Megan, horrified.
Under other circumstances, Emma would have made a comment about how Hayden must have had some BDSM at some point, but she wasn’t in the mood. She was too busy clutching Megan’s hand in solidarity.
“They just kept coming after me all the time,” the brunette told them, her head bowed. “They were always leading me on, taking me each time I wanted to get some sleep… I should have just let them fuck me forever… and now you’re stuck here…”
“We were going to come here anyway,” Roselyn assured her. “They just saved us the trouble.”
“Plus they put us in an actual prison and they couldn’t hold us,” Olivia added, smiling at Megan. “You think a glorified beach house’ll keep us here?”
“You know, we’re all here in one place… we’re alone… we’d normally be fucking like rabbits now,” Megan mused.
“Maybe later,” Shay replied quietly.
“Yeah,” Megan agreed. “A lot later… maybe never.”
“C’mon,” Blake said, squeezing Megan’s shoulders. “You didn’t have a choice back then… once we’re out of here we’ll leave the country, go down to the Caribbean and live happily ever after. That’s a promise.”
“Just as long as it doesn’t have an extradition treaty,” Megan said weakly.
“I know Emma thinks some of us are that stupid,” the moled blonde said pointedly, “but it won’t.”
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“Home is the sailor, home from the sea, and the hunter home from the hill,” said Victoria as Beverley pulled the car up outside her apartment building.
“Get YOU with your book-learning,” the driver replied.
“My mom’s a teacher; that was one of the poems she turned me on to,” Victoria explained.
“I always had trouble paying attention in English Lit,” Tammin admitted.
“School’ll be in session later on,” the witness said, glancing at Tammin with a twinkle.
Kristen didn’t miss the blissful look on Tammin’s face as she, Victoria and Beverley got out – she may have been glad to be getting a shot at Rhona, but even Kristen wouldn’t have looked that happy. Suddenly she had a feeling she knew why Victoria had opened up to that agent, and didn’t care – it just meant B.J. would be keeping a close eye on the girl, and their witness. If it meant bringing down Rhona Mitra, then she could be banging hot stripper cutie right outside Tarantino’s for all Kristen cared.
“Don’t go easy on her! We need her on her toes,” the blonde chuckled. “And Bev, do me a favour.”
“Shoot.”
“Try not to kill her, ‘kay? There’s a witness now,” said Kristen with a wink.
“Buzz you if there’s problems,” Beverley replied as Tammin and Victoria headed inside. “Think the morning meeting’s done now?”
“It better be… later!” Kristen answered, starting the journey back to base.
The morning meeting was a regular thing Jessica Biel had, specifically with Natalie Dormer and Vanessa Hudgens; woman had a lot of love to give, and she’d been sampling them every single damn morning for a while now. Natalie’s mouth was a bit too weird for Kristen (luckily for her she had no idea Natalie was turned off Agent Bell the moment she saw her lazy eye), but whatever floated Biel’s boat… and she did not like to be interrupted, so Kristen generally waited until around 1 or so to try and talk to the director if she was out in the field.
And on that cue, Kristen’s phone went off. Natalie must have finished licking out Jessica early… Kristen answered on the first ring.
“Speaking!”
“How do you feel about going to a party tonight with me?” asked Jessica.
“It wouldn’t be Rhona’s, would it?” Kristen asked in turn. “Yeah, I read the society pages as well…”
“Yes, it would,” said her boss. “It’s time we had a little talk with her.”
* * * * * * * * * *
For once the gang had something to be thankful to Rhona Mitra for; her gymnasium was bigger than the one in Remy Hadley, so they all had something to do to while away the hours they were stuck in there. And it WAS hours – had they been the A-Team they would have immediately started planning to escape,

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but there was only one door in or out of that place, and there were always two people standing outside said door. And those people were armed.
“And these stations suck more cock than Madelaine Petsch,” Emma grumbled, wincing as Josh Groban flowed out of the speakers. “Rhona trying to torture us or something?”
“She probably just has really shitty taste in music,” Olivia suggested. “Don’t take it personally.”
“And who’s Madelaine Petsch anyway? Friend of yours?” asked Shay.
“Girl I used to know,” the safecracker continued. “Hot redhead but her mouth was like a penis magnet. Sound familiar?”
Blake just rolled her eyes in between pumping her legs on the treadmill.
“Still, she did like a bit of pussy as well… the last girl I hooked up with before all this started. I heard she moved to St. Zain’s with her family,” Emma continued.
“Me and Troian want to go there on our honeymoon,” Hayden said from one of the exercise bikes. “We were thinking about Barbados, but we wanted to go somewhere where people like us could actually GET married.”
“No wonder Rihanna doesn’t live there,” Roselyn added.
Megan was adding nothing to the conversation – she was really not in the mood for talking. What she was in the mood for was punching, kicking and grunting, with all three being done against a punching bag in the corner. The smacks of impact were coming thick and fast; the others would have bet money she was visualising a well-dressed English brunette and her willowy blonde girlfriend each time she landed a blow.
“Keep it up, Megan!” Blake said. “Gotta practice for when we get out of here.”
Shay was giving thought to having a go herself, but at that moment the door opened – seven pairs of eyes zeroed in on it. Maybe this would be the time one of them would come in without having her gun automatically out… surely one of them had to slip up sometime.
Dammit. There were seven of them. Seven of them who weren’t armed – but there were two reasons the numerically superior gang didn’t try anything. Reason one: the newcomers were bringing in trolleys, containing actual, proper food and drink (which none of them had had since arriving here). Reason two: one of them was…  a boy. An actual real-life, walking, possibly talking boy. And a pretty cute one as well – cute enough for Blake to give him the once-over approvingly, and for Megan to stop hitting the bag. Briefly.
“Hello, fellow alumni,” said the woman pushing the lead trolley, sporting a big smile and a cut-glass English accent. Roselyn and Olivia suspected the blonde hair she was sporting was a dye job, but they had no problems with that or the clingy outfit she was wearing.
“I’m pretty sure I’d remember going to school with you,” Olivia said.

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“Not that kind of alumni, silly,” laughed the pale-skinned redhead bringing the second trolley, showing somewhat more flesh than her friends. Not that Shay minded at all, looking at her pillowy cleavage with unseemly haste.
“Mistress knows everything about us,” the tall blonde with the guy added, sporting a wide grin and legs that Hayden and Emma zeroed in on like a shot. “Three of us were up in Remy Hadley, so I guess that’s why we pulled lunch duty.”
“They really need seven people to give us lunch? What’s really going on?” asked Megan suspiciously.
“Cool your jets, Megan. I’m Elizabeth Olsen; AOS here is Emily Blunt…”
“And Elena Satine is my wife,” Emily added, hugging the redhead’s shoulders. “The one good thing I got out of prison.”
“We balance them out - we’re good girls,” the fourth woman, another English person but one with dark hair, said as she indicated the two ladies on either side of her.
“Good enough not to have gotten caught,” the one on the right, a tall Australian blonde, cackled.
“Braggart,” the husky-voiced brunette on the left said. “I’m Eliza Dushku, the one with the eyebrows is Emilia Clarke, and the Aussie’s Emma Ishta.”
“So what were you three in for?” asked Megan, eyeing the first group. “And did you do it?”
“Yeah, it’s weird how everyone you meet in prison is innocent,” Elena giggled. “But they got me for assault.”
“Elizabeth and I served time for robbery,” added Emily as she started to serve the food. “And because we didn’t betray who was working with us, Rhona took us back into the fold when we were released. She drafted in Elena as well… I hope none of you are vegetarians, because Rhona refuses to have that option for prisoners.”
“You must have been in the other block,” Shay said, still looking at Elena’s breasts.
“That’s right,” the redhead replied, starting her own work. “We all were. And yes, they’re real.”
As the others chuckled at how obvious Shay was being, her complexion meant she couldn’t actually turn red while Elena handed the woman her food, gazing kindly at her.
“I did want to meet you when I heard about you guys breaking out,” Elena continued. “It wasn’t long after I was let out – me and Lea Michele were… are friends. She told me about what happened with you and Vance.”
Shay grimaced – she didn’t like being reminded of how she’d had to give him a blowjob during the escape. Just the mention brought back the taste of his cock; thank goodness the food smelled great.
“Lea’s still mad at you for biting him there,” Elena said. “She and him have a thing going on, I guess. But me…” She rested a hand on the back of Shay’s neck, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
“I guess we know who she’ll pick,” Eliza mock-whispered.

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“I had to spend some time with him and another of the guards. Didn’t like it at all – so thanks,” Elena continued, starting to move the hand down Shay’s back.
“Uhhhh… you’re welcome?” Shay replied.
“Continue showing our appreciation after you’ve had lunch,” Emilia said mock-sternly en route to Roselyn. “I never have sex on an empty stomach.”
“That’s why you’re here? Colour us shocked and surprised,” replied the leader, taking her lunch.
“Why’d she call you AOS?” Hayden asked, accepting her plate from Emily. “You an Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. fan?”
“Actually, yes. But it stands for Ass Of Steel,” the English brunette replied with a smile. “Mistress insists I wear yoga pants all the time on the grounds – she likes me to show it off.”
Elena and Emma I took that moment to peer behind Emily; they gave the gang two big grins and four thumbs up.
“I usually only allow Elena access to my bum…”
“So she’s your proctologist?” Blake cracked.
“…but I have to admit I’ve had some pleasant fantasies about you all playing with it,” Emily continued, ignoring the blonde. “Even the two who aren’t here right now.”
“What about you?” Olivia asked Elizabeth. “What’s your story?”
“It’s more to do with Emma Roberts,” the willowy blonde replied, giving out the last plate. “I owe her for what she did to Fontana.”
The safecracker gulped, relieved that for the time being she had numbers on her side – before Elizabeth smiled reassuringly.
“Relax, I didn’t mean it like that,” she added. “Fontana was my cellmate – she was on me all night, every night. Even when I wasn’t in the mood… but I played nice until one night I asked Fontana if she’d let me alone just once. She didn’t.”
Elizabeth held up her left hand; Emma and the others then saw two of the fingers were at an angle which no one should have had them at.
“Fontana said I was lucky I’ve got a lovely body, or she’d have left me with a lot more to remember the next time I opened my mouth. I never did again,” she continued. “But I never forgot – I never forgot the things she stuck up me and down me that night either. The only reason I didn’t try and catch her by surprise was it happened a few days before I was getting out; didn’t want to risk having to stay in there longer. So… thank you.”
Elizabeth then embraced Emma, hugging her tightly. “If I could help you and your friends get out right now, I would…”
“We’re all in the same boat, right?” Emma replied, returning the embrace and enjoying Elizabeth’s warm, lean body. “At least Rhona’s got some humans on her payroll.”

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“Rhona did suggest we invite along Azaelia Banks,” Emma I. said. “She has a reputation for getting sex from anyone she goes for… whether they want it or not. And she likes to scratch. And bite. And she hates not being on top.”
“Even Rosie doesn’t like sleeping with her,” Emily said, shuddering. “And if SHE won’t fuck someone… well.”
“And she loves white meat. Especially blondes,” Elena added, eyeing Blake, Hayden and Emma in turn. “She calls it reparations… but we talked mistress into substituting Steve here. He’s the perfect man – gorgeous and doesn’t talk. But he’s a grower – hope you don’t mind.”
“I sure as fuck do,” Elizabeth said low enough that not all of them could hear her.
“Oh, please,” Blake smiled. “I’ve had guys with dicks tinier than Hayden’s little finger. How small could it be?”
“Now why can’t you be that accommodating?” Emily said to Elizabeth. “Size queen.”
“Said the girl with the biggest vibrator on the West Coast,” Emilia cackled, as Megan led the others in wolfing down their last meal.
* * * * * * * * * *
The lack of clocks and windows meant that none of the gang knew that it was later than they thought. Later enough for JoAnna Garcia to have signed out of work, drive to the nearest car park, pay for the next several hours in advance, and get a bus to the Ice Cream Bar.
“DAMN!”
Jessica Chastain was already there - she couldn’t keep from whistling on seeing JoAnna coming up the street, ignoring the assorted “flattering” remarks she was getting. She was wearing a nicely clingy dress, the kind she privately called a Third Little Bear dress because it didn’t show off too much, it didn’t show off too little, it was just right. She’d had to stash the dress at work and change into it there, otherwise Jason might have wondered why she was going to work looking like she was heading to a party.
Jessica, on the other hand, didn’t have to worry about that; she’d told her staffmates that she WAS going to a party – she was single, so had no need to lie to anybody about it. She was standing by the entrance, fully aware that several paasserby were either checking her cleavage or observing the way her behind looked in the cream dress she had on, and soaking up the attention like a sponge.
“Shay is going to be so glad to see you,” Jessica smiled, before lowering her voice. “Wanna make that guy checking me out across the street really happy? Two hot redheads macking….how about it?”
“I am NOT kissing you out here,” JoAnna replied equally softly. “There are some things I’m not ready for.”
Jessica allowed herself to pout before saying “Well, my bike’s just down here… hope you like purple.”
“Huh?” asked JoAnna as she started to follow the other.
”Your helmet,” Jessica explained. “I don’t like basic black.”

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“Nice booty,” a passing 12-year-old boy said to the redhead in passing. “Same for your friend.”
“I live to please,” Jessica smiled as they reached the bike. JoAnna didn’t say anything.
“He was twelve years old!” Miss Garcia sighed, strapping the helmet on.
“Just be glad he didn’t try and feel you up,” Jessica told her. “I got it from a nine-year-old once…” She shook her head in disbelief before mounting the bike.
“Hold on tight,” Jessica said as JoAnna got on the back. “One ambulance, here we come…”
* * * * * * * * * *
With lunch finished and the plates and trays rolled aside, the gang and the E-Team faced each other.
“So we just had our last meal,” Roselyn said, “now we get a last fuck?”
“Something like that,” Eliza said, eying Roselyn approvingly. “And you know how Rhona works, there's no getting out of it.”
“Shocker,” Blake muttered.
“What if we WANT to get out of it?” Olivia asked, eyeing Megan.
“What’s this ‘we’ stuff?” asked Shay, eyeing Elena.
“Abstinence is not an option,” Emma Ishta said. “And penetrating any of our holes? Also not an option.”
“See, we have to work tonight when we’re done here,” Elena added, moving towards Shay. “Gotta press the flesh, gotta get felt up…”
“And it takes time for us to get ready,” Emilia finished. “Some of us more time than others, ELIZA.”
Eliza gave her the middle finger response with both hands.
“Always gotta be a catch,” Emma Roberts grumbled, with Hayden not looking too pleased herself.
“But WE can totally get in YOU,” Elizabeth said. “And there’s another catch – we get to choose who to fuck. But we only get one each…” She let her eyes rest on the ex-reporter for a moment, looking a little miffed. “So it kind of sucks for us as well.”
“Mistress asked us to pass on a message,” Eliza continued. “She knows that most of you hate cocks for some reason, so she’s willing to make a little deal.”
“That’s another reason we brought along this cute little number,” Emilia added, resting her hand on Steve’s crotch and slowly rubbing it. “Whoever Steve picks… well, let’s just say she’ll have another shot at him in future.”
None of the gang missed what Emilia was implying.
“Fine, let’s get on with it,” Roselyn sighed, starting to undress.

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“Not so fast,” Emily said. “We are keeping our clothes on until we’re paired off and sectioned off - it might turn into an orgy, and I hate them. I never get to have all the people I want, and sometimes I get paired with someone I don’t want.”
“Suck it up, girlie,” Megan sneered. “We all have to do shit we don’t like.”
“Shush,” Elena said, sashaying towards a not-even-trying-to-hide-her-smile Shay. “I already made my choice.”
“So did I,” Emilia added. “You said it yourself, Megan – we all have to do shit we don’t like.”
“I always had a thing for older women and Cubans,” Eliza said, pointing at Roselyn. “You’re mine, mamacita.”
“That lets me out on both counts,” Elizabeth fake-sighed before looking at Emma R. “Feel like eating some Olsen ass, Roberts?”
“I may not be able to say your name correctly,” Emma I told Hayden, “but talking is the last thing we’ll be doing.”
“Steve?” Emily asked. “I like both the remaining choices, but you go pick. And as you’re the token male, you can have the gym.”
Blake hoped Steve would go for Olivia; at least it looked like one of them might have a chance of living if she let Emily Blunt fuck her. She crossed her fingers as the boy scanned both of them… maybe he liked small tits and high foreheads?
Without hesitation, Steve pointed at Blake.
“As we said, you don’t get out of it,” Emily continued, walking right up to Olivia. “I’d say sorry, but I’m not.”
“I am,” Blake whispered as the boy took her by the hand, walking her towards a nearby bench; she noticed that his shorts were starting to tent nicely, but that wasn’t helping her feel better.
Watching Blake’s ass twitching in the clingy lycra shorts she'd been wearing to work out, Emily shook her head sadly. “Too bad – I bet you have such a pretty pussy, too,” she said.
Emma R thought she saw something flicker across Hayden and Shay’s faces for a second… nah, they couldn’t have. They were just trying to keep calm in the face of what was coming up and they gave in for a bit; they were only human.
“Come on, girlie,” Elizabeth said, grabbing Emma R. “I’d love to watch them in action, but… dammit, Elena’s gone already?!”
* * * * * * * * * *
Elena had been the first out the door, escorting Shay to her quarters. Some of the ladies came to Gideon’s Crossing to put in their time, but others lived and worked on site – both Elena and Emily were among the latter, but Rhona had refused to let them share a room. Probably just as well, because it was hardly big enough for one woman let alone two.

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“It’s not much, but it’s home,” Elena said airily, reluctantly removing a hand from Shay’s behind.
“I never needed much space,” the dusky woman replied, turning around and leaning in to kiss her.
“Ah-ah-ah,” the other replied, lifting up her skirt. “You get those lips to working a little lower first.”
Shay got on her knees, finding herself almost immediately face-to-face with Elena's wet snatch – the busty dye-job was apparently attending Rhona's little event commando. Or perhaps Elena would slip on a thong before mingling, but at this moment, there was nothing between Shay and the other woman's sweet spot.
Shay leaned in and gave a tentative lick, and was rewarded with a spicy, tangy taste that was both unique and familiar. Every woman tasted different, but Shay had sampled enough over her short lifetime to start to be surprised when she came upon a truly unique flavor. She had feared she might have to imagine she was going down on Joanna, or maybe Jessica, or even Roselyn. But from her first lick, she knew this wasn't going to be such a bad situation.
“Mmmm, good girl,” Elena said, running a hand over Shay's dark locks. She felt it could only be better if she had a window in here that looked into the next room rather than outside… the odds were one of the other couples were in there, and she liked to watch.
* * * * * * * * * *
“I don’t agree with Blunt on a lot of things,” Emilia Clarke said casually as she locked the door of the next room, “but she’s right about orgies. I work best without an audience.”
“Want me to leave?” Megan Fox asked sardonically.
“What I want is for you to start sucking,” Miss Clarke replied, and deftly unzipped her top. A joke on Megan’s lips about how the other woman was sporting a cock never left her mouth, dissipating on the sight of Emilia’s pert breasts.
“I’m leaving my panties on,” Emilia continued as she discarded her jeans, driving Megan’s glance to her legs while she herself disrobed. “Not that I have a problem with head, but I saw how you were in the gym – you might try to go further, and then I’d have to stop you.”
“Yeah? I could take you,” Megan said.
“I don’t think so,” Emilia replied, pointing to her breasts. “You’re lucky you aren’t with Cara Delevingne – girl expects you to do ALL the work. Now get to it.”
Megan had been served by Cara before, and if she never saw that face-pulling monobrow again it would be too soon. Emilia’s tits were much nicer – and when she applied her lips to one of them, Megan immediately knew Cara couldn’t taste as good.
She moved her tongue over the freckled bud, sucking the flesh while reaching out to touch Emilia. The Englishwoman murmured approvingly as she spread her fingers into Megan’s snatch.
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“You know why else I went for you?” Elizabeth Olsen asked Emma Roberts next door, as her fingers slipped into the woman’s tight, warm cunt. “Because your mouth is like my ass - a dick-free zone.”
“Most of us are,” the safecracker replied, kissing the blonde. “That’s why we get on so well.”
“Actually, there’s one more reason…” Elizabeth couldn’t stop a giggle as her free hand touched one of Emma’s small, perky breasts. “Girls with tiny tits turn me on.”
“My boobs aren’t THAT small,” Emma pretend-pouted, running her hands down Elizabeth’s smooth sides as she knelt down to face the Olsen clit. “And neither is that… you got any sisters?”
“Not any worth talking about,” Elizabeth said, slowly turning around to rest her top half on the bed that took up some of the room. “Don’t bring the mood down… free holes for the eating, Lady Godiva.”
Emma had her hands clapped on Elizabeth’s extremely cute rump before the last words were out of the other woman’s mouth; the next thing to come out of Elizabeth’s mouth was a sigh of pleasure on feeling the tip of Emma’s tongue dancing on her clit, dandling it before the tip slid down to Miss Olsen’s back door, circling and teasing it before moving back up to lick a little deeper inside the cunt. Emma knew that it wasn’t the most hygenic way to do things, but she didn’t really care; Elizabeth knew as well, and she would have cared had it been Azaelia, instead of Emma Roberts.
“Sure I can’t talk you into letting me get up you?” Emma whispered as she played with Elizabeth’s tasty little button. “Between you and Hannah Davis you’re killing me…”
“Stop talking,” Elizabeth breathed. “Just be glad we got a place with a bed.”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Sorry there's no bed,” Emma Ishta said as she pushed Hayden into the next space. “Believe it or not, Rhona doesn't have one in every room.”
“So, what are we going to do?” Hayden asked, looking around. There was a giant bay window looking out over Rhona's backyard, including the cliff above the Pacific in the distance. Hayden hated to admit it, but it was a beautiful property.
“You like the window?” Emma asked, unbuttoning her shirt.
“I guess,” Hayden said. Suddenly Emma spun her around, scooped her up under her armpits, and sat Hayden down on the ledge inside the window. A moment later, she was pulling Hayden's sports bra over her head, exposing those perfect breasts, and then began fondling each nipple with her hands.
“Okay, wow,” Hayden said, caught by surprise. “But, ah, what am I supposed-”
“Shush,” Emma said, opening her shirt to reveal her braless chest. “Suck a nipple while I think.” She reached back, took Hayden by the hair, and pulled her head to her chest, which was now at the perfect level for Hayden to reach without help. The captive did as she was told, and began sucking away.
* * * * * * * * * *
Olivia hadn’t begun to do anything; she and Emily Blunt were facing each other in Emily’s own room, both naked and stunning. And both looking slightly pissed.

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“Knees, now,” Emily Blunt said to Olivia. “Start licking.”
Olivia gave her the once-over. “I’ve seen worse,” she said, sinking to her knees and bringing her eyes to Emily’s trimmed cunt as the ringleader ran her fingers along Miss Blunt’s cleft, slipping them inside. Ass of Steel was right…
“It can’t go down on itself,” Emily reminded her before she spent the next eighteen hours massaging her seat. Not that Olivia’s fingers didn’t feel nice as they explored, but work was work.
Glancing upwards, Olivia started to tease Emily’s box with her tongue. “Nice tits,” she admitted, licking inside. “This isn’t bad either…”
Olivia was pleased to find she didn’t have to feign pleasure as she tasted further; Emily had one of the nicest little love-buttons she’d ever dandled on the tip of her tongue.

“Would you like to go for the other end?” Emily asked kindly.
* * * * * * * * * *
In the next, rather cramped room, Eliza Dushku didn’t give Roselyn the option. Her place didn’t have a bed or even windows thanks to Rhona wanting to punish her for mouthing off one time too many, and she wasn’t in the mood for playing around.
“All right, Caribbean Queen, here’s how it’s going down,” the brunette announced before Roselyn had a chance to say anything. “You don’t get to do anything to me today.”
“So I just lie there?” Roselyn asked. “Won’t you get bored?”
“You won’t be LYING there,” Eliza assured her, slipping her dress off. “Make like a dog.”
Roselyn was expecting to see that Eliza was naked under there, so her eyebrows raised on seeing she was already wearing a strap-on, pointing upwards with the top taped against her stomach. As Eliza started to peel the tape off, Roselyn immediately got on her hands and knees, wondering if she should risk barking just to piss Eliza off.
“Now, try and keep it quiet,” Eliza said, fondling the woman as she positioned her. “Shouldn’t hurt much.”
Eliza plunged into Roselyn’s behind; it took all of her strength to keep from yowling – Eliza hadn’t gone in dry but lube wasn’t everything…
* * * * * * * * * *
Emilia Clarke was being a sadist with her own behind; it was right there, thong-clad in front of Megan’s face, just begging her to go to town on it. Megan could see the camera there watching everything, and she may have had Rhona’s personal no-kill guarantee but that didn’t rule out anything else if she tried to jump Miss Eyebrows.
“Come on, give it a kiss,” Emilia smirked, wiggling it. “It’s killing you that you can’t go any further, isn’t it?”

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Megan opened her mouth, deciding the hell with it and planning on leaving a little love bite – but Emilia quickly stepped forward.
“No, I get to have the bum fun here,” the Englishwoman laughed. “Let’s see it.”
Megan quickly rolled over, wondering just why so many of the women she’d encountered since this all started were into asses. Weren’t there any leg freaks around here? Stir things up a bit.
“To tell you the truth, I’m more of a leg woman,” Emilia admitted as if reading Megan’s mind, tracing a finger along one of her thighs. “But if I humped your legs for hours you’d still be able to move afterwards. Whereas…”
The next moment Megan yelped – Emilia’s face was jammed between her asscheeks, the tongue licking both her holes like a dog. A dog that couldn’t stop its tongue moving back and forth rapidly, and which didn’t spend long at a time at each hole but managed to go deeply in that short space. Emilia’s hands were also eagerly rubbing Megan’s thighs and buttocks, moving in rhythm to Megan’s sighs and gasps.
Rubbing against the floor, Megan wasn’t surprised to find her nipples were at their hardest, and she wasn’t wanting Emilia to keep eating – she wasn’t sure whether her pussy or asshole felt the best. But she was sure that Emilia Clarke wouldn’t need to put anything inside her to make her come at this rate.
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Blake Lively was less fortunate.
Size wasn’t everything, but Steve’s cock had gotten large enough that Blake knew she'd appreciate it. Reclining on the treadmill, she raised her arms further, opening them to the lad. “C’mon,” she said softly. “I won’t bite… not unless you want me to.”
The boy shook his head, tearing open the sachet he’d taken from his shorts as Blake saw a couple of teeth marks on his chest. Watching him slip on the condom, she thought whoever had done that had been rough.
“Oh, you’re wearing protection?” she smiled as she took him in her arms. “You didn’t have to… did Rhona make you?”
Steve nodded.
“Can’t you wait until after I’ve had a taste?” she pouted, as he started to kiss her neck, his hands going straight for her breasts like so many before him. He wasn’t exactly practised, but his hands were enjoying what they felt, the thumbs encircling Blake’s pointy nipples as he moved his face down to lick between the boobs.
Cradling Steve close as he negotiated his way down her warm and silky-soft body, Blake figured she had missed one bullet – she preferred to blow guys who weren’t wearing rubbers, really. He was moving down a little too fast, as if he couldn’t wait to go down on her; that happened a lot with guys his age, she’d found. Not that she minded.
“That’s right…” Blake moaned, feeling Steve’s tongue starting to flick as he stroked her skin, tasting deep inside her.

[Cindylover1969]

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As Emma Roberts touched Elizabeth Olsen’s breasts the blonde groaned, feeling Emma's tongue buried deep in her snatch and now her fingertips playing with her boobs.
“Don’t ever have kids, ‘kay?” Emma whispered, relishing the tightness and warmness of her box.
Elizabeth was too nice to tell her that some of the best pussy she had ever had belonged to a 47-year-old mother of five; in any case, Emma’s tongue was burrowing and tingling her enough to make anything that came out of her mouth forgivable. She reached down and carefully took hold of the safecracker by the armpits, lifting her up off the ground and interrupting the head.
Surprised at how strong Elizabeth was, Emma didn’t resist as she was turned upside down, her snatch now in front of the woman’s face. This took her back – she’d been upside down when this all started, but at least there was no gun-toting Rhona in sight.
“As you were,” Elizabeth whispered, as Emma wrapped her legs around her head, filling her field of vision with sweet Roberts pussy. The two women began to lap on each other, each enjoying how the other tasted. Elizabeth couldn’t kept her fingers off Emma’s soft, tight butt, the same way as Emma was fingering her own. The tall blonde felt the safecracker’s clit on her lips, putting it delicately between her teeth. YUM.
They would have been happy to stand there licking each other’s boxes out, but Elizabeth didn’t want Emma to get lightheaded. She might not be able to appreciate something else going inside her.
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Hayden had her mouth inside Emma Ishta's pussy now, but her knees were firmly on the ground and her nose just as firmly pressed into the slight landing strip the taller woman had going on.
“Harder!” Emma demanded.
Hayden didn’t need to be told twice, licking further and deeper with her nose touching Emma’s clit. She was really hoping Emma would come all over her mouth – she had never had an Australian she hadn’t liked the taste of, and she LOVED tall blondes (not even falling for Troian Bellisario had changed that). Sucking and licking away, she felt Emma’s fingers clutching her head and heard her gasping.
“Yes, Hayden… keep going…. Oh yes, girl, that’s right… Come on, make me feel like a woman dammit… keep going…  yess…. YESSS…. STOP!!!!”
Hayden glanced up at her, startled. What the hell had she done wrong?
“You might make me come,” Emma explained, patting Hayden’s tresses. “And when I come, I’m done… it’s time I got to work.”
“There’s a surprise,” Hayden said ruefully.
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“Truth be told I couldn’t let you go in me even if I wanted to,” Elena breathed as Shay started to lick her chest-buds. “Emily doesn’t let anyone go up me except her.”

[Cindylover1969]

Shay was too busy sucking on Elena’s bouncy milksacks to complain; it helped that she was on top now, Shay’s dark pussy rubbing against Elena’s blonde one. She pressed her face into the soft pillows, grinding against the lower woman as she felt Elena clutching her.
“Come on up me now…” Shay whispered.
Elena stroked Shay’s thighs with her own, feeling her clit pressing on her and teasing her. “You don’t have to tell me twice… wanna roll over?”
Shay wanted to look into Elena’s big eyes while getting nailed, but house rules. Climbing off her, Shay smiled at her when Elena failed to resist the opportunity to slap the woman’s butt – and again when she saw Elena starting to rub her hand.
“Don’t worry, it’s not going up your butt,” Elena assured her. “I went in too hard with Emily once – she didn’t mind, but I did.”
Elena made as much of a fist as she could, and brushed the knuckles over Shay’s slit while eyeing her asshole. “It’s killing me that I keep my promises, even to myself…”
Oh, screw house rules… “Can I look at you when you’re doing it?” Shay asked.
“Sure,” Elena replied. “I like your eyes as well.”
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Roselyn’s breasts jiggled furiously with Eliza’s grinding. The pace the young woman had set from the moment she’d sunk that massive dildo into Roselyn’s back door had made the leader think she surely couldn’t keep it up for long. But no… on and on Eliza Dushku pumped, clutching Roselyn’s sides and enjoying every slap of her crotch against the Cuban’s cheeks.
As Eliza worked on her like a jackhammer, Roselyn was thinking she’d never be able to walk again – but it would be worth it, with every thrust of Eliza’s monstrous girl-cock deep inside her. Yes, Eliza was clearly thinking about herself and not about how Roselyn might be afterwards… but as Roselyn felt her cunt soaking under Eliza’s assault, she didn’t mind. Certainly not as much as when the only other woman she’d met who treated sex that way – Jaime Pressly – made Eliza seem gentle.
“Could be bigger,” Eliza grunted, reaching under and giving Roselyn’s boobs a squeeze as she pounded her warm flesh against the woman, “but good for your age…”
“You’re… you’re good…” Roselyn gasped as her asshole started to feel the synthetic jizz flow inside. “For… youraaaggggGEEEEEEEEEEEE….”
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“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK!” Hayden cried out. She was stark naked now, standing up in the bay window, her face and chest pressed against the glass, her back arching to stick her ass back towards Emma Ishta, who was both feasting on Hayden's slit and fingering her clit at the same time.
Emma took her mouth of Hayden's pussy for a second. “Cum for me, bitch,” she said, only a hint of her Australian accent slipping through. Then her mouth was back on Hayden, her tongue diving deep.

[Cindylover1969]

Hayden fought to keep her orgasm down. Not because she didn't want it. Oh, she wanted it. But there were people setting up for Rhona's party downstairs, and if any of them happened to look up, it'd be hard to miss the sight of a short naked girl in the window. If they worked for Rhona, they might not think much of it, but if they didn't, and they recognized the former TV reporter, things could get dicey.
Suddenly, it was taken out of her control. Emma pressed a single fingertip against Hayden's asshole, and the shorter girl exploded in orgasmic release.
“OHHH FUCK YESSS!!!!!!” Hayden cried out, completely forgetting about everyone outside the window.
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All around that floor of Gideon’s Crossing, the rooms started letting out screams as the ladies came like a set of explosions. As Hayden writhed and gasped pressed against the glass, her eyes shut so she couldn’t see the gardener enjoying the view, Emma Roberts did some writhing of her own.
She was pinned under Elizabeth Olsen, her tongue buried in the blonde’s mouth as Elizabeth pumped her complimentary dildo in and out of Emma. Emma clutched Elizabeth as she soaked the device with her ladycome, groaning into the Olsen woman’s mouth.
Megan Fox howled like a dog at what Emilia Clarke’s lips and tongue were doing to her. She had kept her head between Megan’s legs for what seemed like hours, tonguing each of her holes and nipping on the toned flesh; now Emilia was stirring her pussy up. Megan panted into the floor as she felt herself moistening over Emilia’s lips, imagining those lovely funbags the girl had bouncing. That wasn’t helping her calm down at all.
Shay Mitchell and Elena Satine gazed into each other’s eyes, Shay furiously kissing Elena as the redhead humped the coffee-coloured woman like a man. Only better, obviously; Shay couldn’t keep her hands off Elena’s soft, plump behind while the other woman’s clenched hand worked Shay’s cunt. Not working too deep, but teasing her snatch so well that Shay couldn’t keep from kicking her legs in the air, crushing her breasts against Elena’s as she started to wail. She grabbed Elena’s head as she thrust her tongue down the woman’s throat, her cries of delight filling her mouth.
Olivia Wilde and Emily Blunt were having what Emily dubbed a crossover – they were 69ing each other’s assholes. Conveniently placed though the holes may have been, it meant the women had to lie side by side rather than one on top of the other; as Olivia flicked her tongue inside Emily’s tight back door, she reflected at least the floor was soft. Not as soft as Emily’s skin, but still… she kneaded Emily’s perfect British buns as she enjoyed the woman’s tongue coring her. Too bad no one at work kissed her ass like that.
Roselyn howled the most, her pussy so wet she was actually dripping as she felt Eliza slamming into her. Her aching asshole was making her feel like she’d never walk again, but the feelings flowing through her as Eliza yelled made up for it… Roselyn had no trouble wiggling as Eliza started to send the synthetic come up her.
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Blake liked the real thing.