Unraveled (Olivia Rodrigo)

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Unraveled
Starring: Olivia Rodrigo

Codes: MF, Inter, Cons, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub

Disclaimer: This is FANTASY. None of this is true, it is a completely fictional story. Please do not copy without my permission.

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Los Angeles, CA – January 2026

The bright sun beamed over a large painted mural in downtown Los Angeles. Trevion “Trey” Campbell, was lucky to find this gig. He had grown up in the Crenshaw district of Los Angeles, going to Lakers and Dodgers games as a kid. Whenever his family could take him, he would always marvel at the large painted murals that flooded DTLA’s art scene.

As he grew up, he pursued the arts both in and out of the classroom. He went to the Rhode Island School of Design, where he studied Art History to learn about famous African American painters such as Jean-Michel Basquiat, who heavily influenced his neo-expressionist style of art today. As he rose through the ranks of the artist scene, he moved to the Los Angeles Arts District, where he was able to purchase some studio space and work out of a loft to share his artwork with the city of angels.

His most recent commission was a large mural that was meant to be added to the buzzing mural scene in downtown Los Angeles. For the now 25-year old Trey, this was a dream come true. Getting to add his artwork permanently to the city he grew up in was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

As he put the finishing touches on his young career’s magnum opus, he got a phone call.

“Hello?” Tre answered.

“Trey. It’s D,” the woman on the line responded. Danielle Grant was Trey’s manager, agent, and business coach. She met Tre when they were young, where Danielle first saw his talent. As they got older, went to school, Tre pursued the arts, while Danielle pursued the business. She stuck by Tre and vice versa, and it paid off as she now represents a huge up and coming artist in the scene.

“What’s up, D?”

“I got something big for you.”

“Stop playin’...what is it?”

“I got you a meeting with someone big in the music industry. They want you to do their album cover.”

“For real? Who is it?”

“She’s a young star who recently came back from a worldwide tour. She’s probably one of the biggest artists on the planet right now, and I think this type of exposure could get you to the apex of the art mountain. I’m happy they contacted you, and I hope you’ll at least consider this opportunity…” Danielle rambled on while Trey was getting impatient.

“D! Whoooo issss it for?” Trey’s impatience overshadowed his urgency to learn who the potential client is.

Danielle took a pause, before she finally spit it out, “It’s Olivia Rodrigo. Look, I know she’s young, and not exactly your preferred audience, but I’ve been given a guarantee that she will give you a lot of artistic freedom to collaborate with her.”

“What the fuck? Doesn’t she sing some childish pop songs?” Trey answered.

“She wants her next album to be a lot more mature. She’s just got back from a worldwide tour, and she wrote a few songs about the next stage in her life. She’s an adult now, and she wants the world to know it,” Danielle responded.

“Look, that’s fine, let me get a meeting with her people, and at least hear what she has to say, I would hate for it to get out that I’m a difficult person to work with.” Trey begrudgingly said, knowing full well that this probably wasn’t his preferred client, but understood that this could lead to some incredible notoriety.

“I’m on it, I’ll hit you up with the details when I hear back from her people,” Danielle responded.

“Ok, thanks,” Trey then hung up the phone. He took a deep breath and stared off into the distance, wondering what he just agreed to do.



— THE NEXT EVENING —

A black car arrived in front of the restaurant, and as the rear passenger side door opened, Trey Campbell stepped out. His 6’2 frame stood tall on a simple Los Angeles block, as he entered a trendy restaurant dressed in a matching light grey suit with a white dress shirt. Trey opted for no tie, knowing full well this would be an introductory meeting, but also wanted to look professional for his potential pop-star client.

When Trey walked in and walked over to the hostess, “Hey. I’m Trey Campbell here to meet someone.”

“Ah yes, Ms. Rodrigo has been expecting you,” the hostess responded. “Right this way.”

The restaurant was definitely fancy, not exactly the type of place Trey was used to seeing. However, this didn’t deter Trey. Being an LA native, Trey was familiar with all the places the diverse city had to offer, from the run down rough neighborhoods to the upscale and highbrow institutions that the Hollywood elite frequented.

Trey followed the hostess through the dimly lit restaurant, walking past a mostly empty dining area. They turned a corner down a dark hallway, and approached a stained glass door at the end of the corridor. The hostess knocked on the glass twice, and suddenly the door opened. On the other side, was a burly man about 6’4, wearing a suit and sunglasses. He stood in the doorway, looking around to make sure the coast was clear.

“This is Ms. Rodrigo’s guest,” the hostess told the man. The man shook his head and stepped aside. In this empty hidden room, were four two-person table settings. One in the three remaining sides of the room, square room, and one in the center. Sitting in  the center place setting was Olivia Rodrigo, the popular pop artist known for her songs, “drivers license,” and “vampire.”

Olivia wore a black strapless, short dress, designed with layered fringes from the neckline to the hem. The dress was chic, definitely leaning towards a cocktail aesthetic, and had a minimal, yet modern feel to it. She had her legs crossed when she looked over to see that Trey had arrived. She uncrossed her legs and stood up, taking a step towards the door. As she did, Trey’s eyes immediately darted towards her feet. She wore a pair of blac, open-toe high heels with a minimal, but elegant design. Her toes, painted red, completed this clean and classic aesthetic.

“You must be Trey!” The giddy and bubbly Olivia Rodrigo extended her hand forward, smiling at Trey, and reaching out for a handshake.

“Yes! And I know who you are, Ms. Rodrigo,” Trey responded.

“Oh, please, please please, don’t call me that. Call me Olivia or Liv. Come, let’s sit.” Olivia led the way to the table. A server walked over and waited for Liv to sit down before pushing her seat in for her. Trey stood until she sat down, and took his place across from her at the table. The server walked around the table to pour water for both of them.

The mechanics of a first meet unfolded. The usual opening lines came out: travel, work, the chaos of schedules. Trey studied her as she spoke, not in a way that felt intrusive, but more curious trying to get a read on the rhythm beneath her words.

After a brief lull, Olivia spoke about the reason she called for the meeting.

“So,” Olivia said lightly, “about why I called you here. See, I love your work. I’ve seen the murals you’ve done, I’ve seen the photos you’ve taken. It’s truly life-changing and emotionally charged art.”

“And me personally,” Olivia continued, “I’d love to see if you’d like to help me craft your vision into my next album, coming out later this year. Starting with the album art, and possibly some leadup stuff before the album comes out.”

“Wow,” Trey could only muster the three letter word. He had never worked with an artist of this magnitude before, and knew this could be a big break in his career.

“Yeah.” Olivia responded slightly, looking at him with a warmth as to say he should expand on his words .

“I’m sorry, I’ve just always wanted to do something like this. Yet, I never expected it to come from a popstar like yourself.”

“Oh wow, thanks…” Olivia, seemingly offended, responded to the popstar comment.

“No no no, I mean no offense like that. Truly, I’ve listened to your music, and I just was surprised to hear that you were interested in my art,” Trey clarified.

“No, yeah, I get it. But I live here in LA, and I’m going for a different look for my third studio album. The first two felt like they were too childlike, you know, about boys that I was dating, about going out with my girls, heartbreak, and all that stuff. This new album is meant to be me growing into my adult age.” Olivia clarified.

“Look, I definitely want to do this with you. I’ve listened to your last albums,” Trey said, with his tone shifting into a serious, academic mode, “And not just the singles.”

“That’s already more effort than most people make.” Olivia joked.

“Haha, yes, but the singles are just an introduction. The other tracks are where you get more honest. Beyond the poppy, playful stuff, you do get more raw in some of those other tracks. I see it. The songs about comparing yourself to other girls, the songs about making mistakes and growing up.” Trey went on.

The tone shifted for Olivia at that moment. It was subtle, but unmistakable. The conversation wasn’t about just her music, but rather the deeper personal issues behind it. For once in her life, she felt like she was seen and could be truly open and honest, unlike the public persona she’s had to put on for the majority of her lifetime.

The way Trey spoke about her work was unmistakably observational, it wasn’t performative, it wasn’t judgemental. It was clear that he was speaking from a purely educational point of view.

“Wow, you didn’t just listen…” Olivia interrupted Trey in his academic explanation.

Glancing up, Trey responded, “No?”

“You interpreted,” she continued. “Most people hear a song and decide if they like it, the way it sounds, the lyrics maybe, but you truly and honestly dive deep don’t you?” Olivia shifted her seated position and leaned her arms on the table between them.

“That’s my job,” Trey responded.

“That’s way more than your job.” Olivia said in an almost disbelief look.

Trey giggled slightly, and responded with a simple, “Maybe.”

The space between them felt smaller, even though neither of them had moved. Liv became aware of more details, in a way to return the favor with her dinner mate for the evening. She looked at Trey, noticing the way the candlelight caught along the line of his jaw, the way his hands rested on the table. She wondered, briefly, what it would be like to close that space.

“So tell me,” Trey interrupted her deep level of thought, “what’s your new album really about?”

Olivia jolted up a bit, snapping out of her haze. She responded, “It’s about my last relationship, my last tour, and the realities of living this busy schedule and the stress it can cause in someone’s life.”

“...About what it’s like to be in the spotlight? And have to put on that brave face in front of cameras all the time…” Trey interrupted.

Olivia just smiled and nodded to validate his query. “How would you transform that visually?”

“Well,” Trey said slowly. “The thing about all of our lives, and with the emergence of social media, is that we only show people what we want them to see. We hide the rest behind the smiles and perfectly curated Instagrams.”

Olivia felt a flicker of anticipation, “Go on…”

“I don’t want you to hide.” Trey said boldly. “I want you to show everything, every moment, every expression, everything going on in your head. I want you to show everyone that it’s become tough for you to pretend. I want you to let people watch you without giving them anything curated.”

“Oof, that sounds so daunting,” Olivia said, catching her breath after a big sigh.

“It’s supposed to be,” Trey said, “I think we go with a derivative of your color palette from the first two albums, something of you doing something that shows the chaos of life, and having to put a brave face on.”

Silence filled the empty room.

“Something like you at a dinner table, with your hands clenched underneath it,” Trey brainstormed out loud. “Or bathing fully clothed. Or maybe you are on a perfectly pristine bed staring up at the ceiling. With the back of the album being the reverse view, but everything is chaotic. The three layers you’re looking for are surface level, where everything looks normal, some cracks, where small details feel off, and truth, where emotion or symbolism reveal the chaos.”

Her expression shifted, to something more vulnerable, yet curious to Trey’s brainstorming ideas.

“Or...how about me swinging on a swing?” Olivia said out loud.

“With an almost maniacal expression on your face…” Trey expanded on her thought.

“Everything looks pristine, my dress, my shoes, even the background is a simple color,” Olivia kept going.

“Just the sky.” Trey finished her thought. “You’re swinging so high you’re almost upside down. It’s chaotic, it’s almost performative. But it leaves people wondering what’s going on in that head of yours that is making you do it.”

Impressed by the collective brainstorming, Olivia let out a deep sigh and broke the silence, “I think we’d work well together.”

“I think we already are…” Trey corrected in a playful tone.

The two shared a laugh and toasted to the newfound partnership.

The rest of the evening unfolded without structure, but that’s how they preferred it. Conversations that couldn’t be outlined, moments that revealed themselves instead of being directed.

They moved through topics with ease: music, visuals, creation. But they also discussed more vulnerable things, like the cost of being visible. The dissonance between public and private life. The isolation that came with being understood only in fragments.

Trey was just as intrigued in the conversation as Olivia was. Neither one pushed further, but instead let the conversation naturally flow. Each one simply stayed present, attentive. Trey let her meet him where she chose to. And she did.

The topic of relationships came up.

“I actually ended my last relationship, which is kind of weird because he’s mainly what this new album is about.” Olivia stated, “But the relationship really just ran it’s course.”

There was no heaviness in her tone, no obvious emotion, but something about the way she said it suggested some complexity beneath it.

Trey, true to his analytical character, simply asked, “Was it difficult?”

“Ending it?” Olivia asked, “No. Staying in it would have been, though. Things just got too crazy with life, the tour, PR appearances, and stuff like that.”

“That’s a really clear way of putting it,” Trey leaned back slightly, studying Olivia’s tone.

“I prefer clarity,” she replied, “even if it’s uncomfortable.”

Another silence settled in at the dinner table. It wasn’t awkward, but it was charged in a way that was very different from the rest of the conversations that evening.

Trey then leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the table. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Olivia said.

“When was the last time you let yourself be…unstructured?” he asked her.

“I don’t think I know what you mean?” Olivia responded with a quizzical look.

“I think you do,” he said gently.

She coughed slightly to clear her throat and softened her voice. The steadiness in her gaze now began to feel more personal than professional.

“It’s not something I can prioritize. I went from going on tour, to doing PR appearances, to working on this album…I know it’s a problem.” Olivia said slowly.

“You might think so, but I think that’s unequivocally real.” Trey responded eloquently.

The words lingered. Olivia became aware of the space between them, how the conversation was shifting. It wasn’t inappropriate, not exactly, but it also wasn’t strictly professional anymore.

“You’re very controlled.” Trey broke the silence.

“I’ve found it to be useful for me.”

“I’m sure you have,” his fingers moved slightly forward, not quite a gesture, but more like a subtle release and attempt at breaking the tension. “But control isn’t exactly the same as a connection.”

The words hit her curiously, she wanted to learn more about what he was talking about. “Those things aren’t mutually exclusive. Don’t you think?”

“I think,” he said, lowering his voice and softening his tone, “that sometimes you have to let go of one to experience the other.”

The air between them felt different now. It was denser, more deliberate. Olivia didn’t move, but she didn’t look away either. Trey’s expression didn’t change, but there was a shift in his presence again. There was an openness, paired with intention.

“You don’t have to overthink it. Not everything needs to be analyzed, and sometimes we can just feel things…”

For the following moments, neither of them spoke. That was, until Olivia broke the silence.

“Maybe.” She said, realizing some of the feelings she was currently experiencing. After another brief silence, she spoke, “This was wonderful, insightful, and eye-opening. I’m really excited to be working with you.”

“Same here,” Trey responded cordially.

Olivia stood up, and grabbed her purse from the table. Trey immediately rose to his feet as well.

“I’m sorry to cut this short, but I think I’m going to call it a night. This wine is definitely hitting me,” Olivia let out a cute little giggle and she reached her hand out to shake.

Trey shook her hand as well, “I completely get it. Look, I think this was a really productive conversation, and I think I have a few more ideas to run by you. Let me go back and organize them, and I can have them for you later this week.”

“That sounds great,” Olivia smiled at him. She looked through her purse to find her phone, and after unlocking it, she scrolled a few pages. She then presented her phone to Trey that displayed her contact card, “and hey, here’s my number. If you want to brainstorm out loud.”

Trey fumbled through his stuff for a moment before reaching into his jacked pocket for his phone. He took the number down, and immediately called it. Olivia looked at her phone, and said, “And this is you? Nice. Well like I said if you have any other ideas, just text me.”

“Same to you.” Trey said confidently.

After an awkward second, Olivia took a step forward going in for a hug. She had to reach up at the 6’2 Trey, but luckily her heels increased her height a bit. Trey hugged back, and they said their goodbyes for the evening, with Olivia walking out of the private entrance of the restaurant to meet her personal bodyguards to escort her to her vehicle.

Trey departed shortly after, feeling a sense of intrigue in his new business partner. He was left wondering if he was imagining a connection, or if what he was experiencing was truly real.



— MOMENTS LATER —

Trey had called for an Uber as soon as he was outside of the restaurant. As the Uber arrived, he hopped in the back seat, and with a large sigh, sunk into his passenger seat. The cab hummed along steadily, with the bright neon lights of Los Angeles’ vibrant night life blurring into streaks of pinks, purples, and white. Trey sat back, allowing the quiet vibration of the ride lulling him into a state of low focus, but the conversation with Olivia still kept softly playing in the back of his mind.

He thought about how intently Olivia was in her conversation with him. How much chemistry they had, going back and forth, finishing each other’s sentences…The moments where he shifted from creativity to vulnerability, she didn’t pull back. She stayed in the conversation. She listened intently. She never pulled away.

At that moment, Trey’s phone buzzed, breaking his conversation.

He didn’t check it right away. He let the moment hang for a second. He took a deep sigh, as if he was preparing himself for another intensely emotionally charged conversation with his manager, his friends, his family, or any of his other business ventures. Then, as he slowly pulled out the phone from his pocket. He looked at the name on the notification.

“Olivia”

The name he just put into his phone. Trey didn’t give it a second thought, he figured she was just texting a “thank you” for meeting with her that evening, a typical message you would get from a colleague.

“hey it’s Olivia” the first message said. As he looked at it, he saw three dots underneath, and he awaited her next message.

“I hope it’s okay that I texted”

Trey’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, as he pondered his next thought. As his right thumb hovered over the “O” button, he saw three dots light up again. Quickly followed by a message popping up.

“I can’t stop thinking about what you said tonight”

Trey’s focus then sharpened.

“Not just about the business dinner, right?” Trey thought in his mind. He didn’t text it, he didn’t even type it out. But his thoughts were getting more and more focused.

Three dots popped up underneath the message, so Trey waited with incredible patience. Poised. Focused. Controlled.

“about control”

The words came in like they had weight behind them. It was not just a passing thought, this was now something real. For both of them.

Trey’s finger brushed over the screen, with his gaze shifting to the lights humming by as the Uber driver kept going. There was still no rush, she was testing the waters here. He knew it, he could feel it.

Another vibration from his phone.

“I don’t think it scared me the way it should have”

A small smirk from the corner of Trey’s mouth began to form. He sensed a shift. He imagined her sitting on the other end, maybe second guessing herself, possibly pacing around. His fingers typed two words and he hit send.

“Oh? And?”

There was weight behind his bluntness. It was direct.

Three dots popped up followed quickly by another message.

“I think I liked it.”

He didn’t smile this time. He didn’t need to. He knew what he wanted to respond with.

“Thinking doesn’t really mean wanting.”

Her response came instantly, almost too quickly.

“I know”

The back and forth building, Trey felt the air between them change. That’s when another message came in.

“That’s why I’m trying to be careful with what I say”

Careful? Trey’s head tilted slightly to that word. From his artistic purview, CAREFUL, doesn’t get you anywhere. He texted just that.

“Careful doesn’t get you very far.”

The message sat between them like an invitation. Or maybe even a dare. He wasn’t sure which. She responded almost immediately.

“Then show me how”

Her words landed without hesitation, no second-guessing. No softening. Raw. Real. Daring. And flirtatious.

Trey felt something deep in his chest. Those were the exact words he was waiting to hear. His thumb hovered over the screen again, but this time he took a minute to gather the right response.

“Don’t say things like that unless you’re ready to understand what they mean.”

He hit send, allowing the weight of the challenge to settle between them. The silence after that felt electric. Trey’s eyes never left the screen, but the air felt thicker. He awaited with a patient, but heavy breath. Everything in him wanted to respond right away, but he knew he didn’t need to rush it.

A few more seconds passed, and her reply came in.

“Then make me understand.”

The perfect response. There was no mistaking it. She wasn’t asking the question anymore. She was daring him. Trey’s grip tightened around his phone, as the message lingered between them. This wasn’t just about words. This was a moment, a true fork in the path where he had to make a choice.

He set the phone in his lap, as he stared out the Uber window again. His eyes were focused on the lights, but his head was focused on the screen, her words. She stepped forward, now it was his turn too.

“I will.”

Two words that asserted his position and role. The simplicity came in proving he was confident in himself, and knew where this could be headed. As he put his phone back on his lap, he shifted his focus back to the lights passing by. A few seconds later, another message.

“7010 Melrose Suite 204”
“I have a private studio, meet me at 10:30”

A small smile came across his face. He knew the lines had already been crossed. The choices have been made. This wasn’t a performance, this was raw.

“I’ll be there.”

He simply texted back, resting his phone on his lap again. He leaned back into his seat, and sank with a big steady gaze, focused again on the lights passing him by. He let out a small “hmm” and smiled with half of his mouth. Whatever happened next, there was no turning back. The moment was no longer about words.

It was about choices.



— LATER THAT EVENING —

Trey arrived promptly at 10:30pm to the address Olivia texted him earlier. Standing in front of the door, he raised his right hand to the doorbell, and rang it. Two quick taps on the buzzer. He then looked up, noticing the camera there, no doubt for the artist’s protection, but also an opportunity for anyone inside to see who was at the door. A few moments passed, and the door opened, with Olivia standing with her right foot in front of the other left, her right side leaning completely on the side of the door. Having changed from her cocktail dinner attire, she now donned a youthful lacy black long-sleeved mini dress with a white Peter Pan collar. The number featured white cuffs at the ends of the sleeves, creating a stark contrast with the black lace that gave the dress a textured, decorative look. To finish off the outfit, she wore thigh high white socks, and platform heels that raised her height by about five inches.

“Hey.” Olivia said with her head tilted down but eyes staring up at Trey. “Come in, quick, I don’t tell anybody about this place…” she said as she ushered Trey into the quaint private studio. Trey didn’t respond with words, but instead walked with almost military stature into the short hallway that led to a room in the back. The room was dimly lit, and to his right, Trey noticed a large mixing board hooked up to a computer with a few more monitors on the desk. There lay her piano keyboard, with a drumset disassembled behind it, as well as a couple of boom microphone stands. On the other side was a dark grey couch, fit with two throw pillows. Completing the room was a rug in the center, minimal but still cushy.

Olivia led Trey to the center of the room, standing under one of the few overhead dim lights, almost looking angelic as if the heavens opened up to shine upon her.

“So,” Olivia broke the silence as she folded her arms loosely. It wasn’t defensive, just… grounded. “You came.”

Trey smiled and looked down at the rug on his feet, “You sent the address.”

“That’s fair,” Olivia said with a recognizable tone. She finished off her statement with a slight giggle. “I just wasn’t sure if you would…”

“I follow through on my word. It’s not really my style to flake.” Trey said confidently.

“Good. I’d hate to think that I imagined that too.” Olivia responded, while rubbing her right leg up closer to her left. “So, what happens now?”

Trey gave a slightly wicked smile. “That depends.” He said, edging the game further.

“On?” Olivia said questioning where this was going.

“...On if this was a conversation, or if it was a decision that you already made and wanted me to arrive for.” Trey said with a sinful gaze.

For the first time since she opened the door, Olivia was silent. Stunned, but matched Trey’s sinful gaze with a seductive look of her own, tilting her head down again slightly, but staring her eyes up at the intimidating man before her.

Trey took a step forward and Olivia looked up. She brushed the hair out of her face and took a step forward herself, inching closer and closer to Trey.

With the question asked, it was soon answered as Olivia closed the gap between them, standing right in front of Trey. She looked up at him, doe-eyed, and innocent. Trey stared back, smiling devilishly.

“I keep thinking about what you said earlier,” Olivia broke the silence. “About control.”

Trey stared with the same grin, not breaking, and allowed her to continue her thought.

“And I think tonight…” Olivia said as she twirled her petite finger up Trey’s muscular, clothed chest. “Well, tonight…I want you to be in control.”

Trey extended his devilish grin to a full faced smile of pure delight. He leaned down, closing the height gap between the two and kissed Olivia inhaling the air both around him, and the smell of Olivia’s perfume. She smelled like vanilla, and he smelled more of a woody smell like sandalwood, creating a complementary warm, sensual smell.

Their kissing evolved passionately, as Olivia moved her hands up to Trey’s face, and Trey placed his hands at Olivia’s sides, feeling the young brunette’s curves through her black dress. Olivia then began to move her hands slowly from his face, to his shoulders, then flat on his chiseled chest. She moved them all the way down to his waistline, where she untucked his shirt. Not to be outdone, Trey also moved his hands up to explore Olivia’s body. Sensually caressing her sides, all the way up to her slender frame to explore her young, supple breasts. He gave a squeeze to the side of her chest, forcing Olivia to inhale deeply. Trey pulled away from the make out session for a second.

“Last chance to back out.” Trey muttered.

“Not a chance, I’m all yours tonight.” Olivia said without hesitation in response. “You don’t know how much I need this right now.”

That was all the reassurance Trey needed. He proceeded to pull Olivia closer, which made Olivia giggle in response. He lowered his head and planted another kiss on the slender popstar, which Olivia hungrily returned. She then pulled back, essentially asking Trey to pause for half a second.

“Just don’t take it easy on me.” Olivia boldly stated.

Trey only responded with a giggle. He then resumed the makeout session, planting kisses on her lips before moving down to her neck. Olivia moaned in delight, as she reached for the buttons on Trey’s dress shirt. She undid them one at a time, pausing in between moans as Trey kept planting sensual kisses on Olivia’s neck and collarbone. Trey then reached for the top buttons of Olivia’s dress, undoing the top three buttons as he returned to share wet kisses with Olivia.

Then, Trey suddenly stopped everything and pulled back. This push and pull game was something he was hoping he could explore tonight, taking control of the type-A starlet, and breaking her out of her comfort zone.

Olivia, with pure curiosity, looked up at her dark skinned partner with a sultry expression, awaiting her next orders.

“I want you to strip for me.” Trey said confidently.

“Yes, sir.” Olivia responded obediently.

“Sir? Hmmm…I don’t know about that.” Trey responded, as he walked over to the couch. He turned back around to face Olivia as he plopped himself down on the couch in a relaxed and slumped position.

“You seem more like a daddy’s girl.” Trey said as looked up at the innocent and cute singer.

“Hmm, I like that.” Olivia said devilishly, as she started to finish unbuttoning the buttons on her dress. “Daddy’s girl.”

Olivia looked with pure lust at the black man before her, laying down, and finding herself submitting control to this man that she just met, but felt such a strong pull towards.

She slowly finished the last button on her dress, before very slowly pulling the sleeves off one by one, to give Trey a show.

Nodding in approval, Trey could only muster a soft moan as he spread his arms out on the couch he was sitting on.

“Does Daddy like that?” Olivia asked.

There it was. At that moment, a spark lit up in Trey’s brain. He’d been with many other women before, and many who had called him by that word. But this situation, with this cute and innocent looking girl, in front of him, gave Trey a jolt inside that he felt through his entire body. Inside his pants, his cock even twitched as Olivia let the last syllable of her question trail off for what felt like minutes.

“Fuck. Yes.” Trey cursed, as he looked up to the lights on the ceiling, as if they were the heavens above.

“Wow, Daddy. I haven’t even touched you yet, and I’ve already got you feeling like this? I can’t wait to show you how much of a good girl I can be for you.” Olivia chuckled as she allowed the dress to drop and pool at her feet. Standing now in a black lace bra with matching black panties and the thigh-high white socks and black heels she was wearing earlier.

“Oh I know you won’t disappoint.” Trey responded. “I’ve seen some clips of your shows…”

Olivia took a step forward as she started to lower the straps on her bra. As she did that, Trey simply raised his right hand and gave her a come over here signal with his fingers. Obediently, Olivia lowered herself slowly into a squat position, something she has practiced well during her recent worldwide tour.

As her slender legs bent, and Olivia lowered herself to the ground, she allowed her knees to fall forward, never breaking eye contact with Trey. Continuing with the slow tease, Olivia leaned forward placing her hands on the carpet. She then crawled, lustfully looking at Trey as if he was her last meal.

Olivia continued her crawl, shifting herself right in front of the seated black man before her. Trey kept his expression stoic, complete with a very devilish smile frozen on his face. Olivia took her place right in front of Trey, as she shifted her weight back so that she could sit on her ankles. She awaited her next instructions.

“Have you ever been with a black man before, Olivia?” Trey muttered out.

Olivia quietly shook her head no in response.

“I’m happy to be your first.” Trey said back, softly and slowly.

Olivia gave a seductive smile, as she reached forward at Trey’s belt buckle. Olivia’s left bra strap fell, exposing her shoulder and collar bone completely in front of Trey. She didn’t raise it, knowing she would more than likely be taking it off in a few seconds. Trey stared down at Olivia, and stared down at the perfect cleavage that has been highlighted by the media ever since she turned 18.

Olivia fiddled with Trey’s belt buckle, finally unfastening it as she licked her lips in anticipation. She then let the buckle fall and shifted her focus to the button and zipper. She started to feel in Trey’s crotch, rubbing her palm up and down what felt like an overgrown flashlight in his pants before unbuttoning his pants. After lowering the zipper and staring into Trey’s crotch, Olivia’s eyes began to widen, not believing what she was seeing.

Trey, seeing how amazed the young brunette was, shifted his hips up off the couch, to make it easier for Olivia to lower both his pants and boxers at the same time. Olivia proceeded to do just that, hooking her hands to the side of Trey’s undergarments and began pulling down. As she pulled the pants down past his groin, Olivia’s evergrowing eyes grew to full size moons on her face. Her jaw dropped and her shock overcame every other bit of emotion Olivia had.

“Oh. My. God.” Olivia said, looking at Trey’s limp 8 inch cock as it lay dormant in his lap. Not even hard, Trey laid much longer than any of Olivia’s previous boyfriends. He was blessed in this department, though. He knew it, and he knew the effect that it had on his lovers.

“Don’t be scared.” Trey reassured her. “What do you think of it?”

“Umm…” Olivia couldn’t find the words.

Trey stayed silent, essentially commanding Olivia to say something.

“All…all…All I can say is…” Olivia stuttered to find the words. “Just. Like. Um…”

“Um.”

“Um.”

“Just, wowww.”

Trey gave a small giggle as he reached down and grabbed his cock with his right hand.

Olivia shook her head to break out of the haze she was in, and just began admiring Trey’s cock. She reached up and took it out of his hands, and she began to work her own hand up and down.

“Oh my God!” Olivia muttered again.

She stroked his cock with her right hand and it began to grow harder as she continued to grip it. In complete amazement, Olivia took her other hand and placed it above her right hand, gripping Trey’s cock.

“This.” Olivia said slowly. “This is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

Trey laughed. “None of your ex-boyfriends match up?”

“Uh, no.” Olivia scoffed. “Have you seen my exes?”

“I think it’s time you graduated to a real man’s cock then.” Trey boldly said to the sultry popstar in between his legs.

“I don’t know if I can take it.” Olivia said as she moved her palms up and down Trey’s shaft, making it continue to grow, much to Olivia’s amazement. Now getting erect, and even bigger than she originally imagined, Olivia stood in shock for a few more seconds before continuing her thought, “...but I’m definitely going to try.”

“Mmm, that’s a good girl.” Trey nodded to her in approval, as Olivia returned to wrapping both hands around the slowly growing length of Trey’s dark member. She slowly began pumping her soft hands up and down the monster. Olivia tilted her head in amazement, as she held his cock straight up, to gaze at the biggest cock she’d ever seen.

“It’s so huge.” Olivia said. Feeling her nerves calm down from the initial shock of seeing his well-endowed cock, Olivia began to feel bold. She pumped her hands up and down, starting off slowly, really gripping Trey’s cock. Trey simply looked on in encouragement, smiling as the pretty petite pop star stroked his cock.

As she began to move faster, she had her eyes locked on to the evergrowing cock before her. Still unable to speak, she smiled wickedly as Trey’s cock started to harden in her hands.

“It’s getting even bigger!” Olivia finally broke her silence in amazement. “Can…Can I suck it?”

“Try again.” Trey demanded.

“May I suck your cock, please?” Olivia pleaded.

“Please, what?” Trey stated, clearly looking for a certain response.

“May I suck your cock, please, Daddy?” Olivia said with a small devilish smile on her face.

She didn’t know it until this moment, but she liked the idea of a more dominant man in the bedroom. Her previous boyfriends were all more submissive. They would continuously ask her if everything was okay or check the vibes at the most inopportune times. How many times before had she been on the verge of an orgasm, and her partner just would stop and say, “Am I hurting you?” It frustrated her in the past, so knowing that a man could be more dominating, more direct with his desires, made her feel much more warm inside.

Trey nodded yes in response to Olivia, feeling the dynamic shifting into his control.

“Good girl.” He said.

Olivia opened her mouth to form a big O with her lips. She pulled Trey’s cock into a position that allowed her to simply lean her head forward. She then engulfed the large, bulbous head into her 23-year old mouth, before closing her lips to suck on the tip. She pulled back slightly as she was sucking on the large head, allowing it to pop out of her mouth. She then went back again, putting her mouth around the head, then moving her head further down a bit, to capture some of his thick shaft in her mouth as well. She then pulled back, and again, allowed a large pop to come from her lips as she pulled off. She did it once more, allowing her salivating mouth to coat the tip of his cock with a thin layer of spit, and pulled back to make a pop sound again. This time, after Trey popped out of her mouth, she closed her lips and kept them touching the tip, giving Trey’s cock a kiss as she came off of it.

This gave Trey a warm feeling inside, one that made his legs jitter slightly. Olivia took this as enjoyment, so she giggled lightly with her face close to Trey’s cock. The warmth from Olivia’s mouth made Trey stiffen up even more, and he tilted his own head back to lean on the edge of the couch.

“Do you like that, Daddy?” Olivia purred.

“Mmmmmm…that’s a good start.” Trey said, almost challenging Olivia in the moment.

Olivia was always competitive, so she took that challenge and ran with it. She opened her mouth again and tilted her head. She then stuck her famous tongue out and licked up and down the long black shaft, as she held it in place with her hand. She coated the bottom-side of his shaft with her saliva, before moving her head back to the tip. She opened wide again, this time engulfing more and more of his cock while she moved both hands at the base to keep it in position.

She began to bob her head up and down slowly, easing herself towards getting used to the length and thickness of Trey’s cock. After a few moments, she picked up the pace, bobbing her head up and down about a third of the length of Trey’s cock. She coated the top third with spit and saliva, just giving Trey a taste of what she was capable of with her mouth.

Olivia’s hair started to drift in towards her face, so she took her right hand and kept brushing it back, until she finally got tired of the hair getting in the way. She reached on her left wrist to get a hair tie, and sat up on her knees. Putting her hands up and reaching behind her head, she quickly grabbed her hair and put it up in a ponytail before she reached for Trey’s cock again, and returned to bobbing on the large rod.

This time, though, she started to get bolder. She would go deeper and deeper with each bob, engulfing four inches, then four and a half, then five, up until she got half of his cock in her mouth, reaching the back of Olivia’s petite throat.

“Fuck this thing is huge,” Olivia panted as she came off again.

She gave a few more bobs, this time coming off with another large pop from her pretty lips. She closed her mouth and ran her lips up and down Trey’s shaft humming her way all the way down to his balls. She gave his balls a lick, to which Trey moaned again. That gave Olivia a reason to smile, so she formed a grin, while she radiated heat from her well-worked mouth. She then moved back to Trey’s cock head, where she slowly and seductively rolled her soft tongue around his sensitive tip.

“Oh fuck, that’s it.” Trey said, breaking his own silence for the first time in a couple of minutes.

Olivia smiled in approval, teasing Trey a few more minutes with her wildly talented tongue, and then returned to bobbing her head up and down his big, long shaft. Wet squelching sounds filled the empty studio, as the 23-year old songstress was on her knees using her gifted mouth for something other than singing. Olivia looked up to make eye contact with Trey, making sure that she was pleasing her partner in a way he would approve.

Trey, on the other hand could do nothing but marvel as the beautiful young singer bobbed her head up and down on his rock hard cock.

“God, it’s so fucking big.” Olivia couldn’t stop worshiping.

Trey’s focus moved to Olivia’s chest. Throughout the oral pleasure he was getting, he honestly forgot Olivia’s bra was still on. Both straps fell down and were hanging on Olivia’s arms. Her underwire held the bra up in place, but Trey knew he wanted to free the ample breasts that Olivia possessed despite her slender frame.

“Take that off.” Trey said, directly looking at Olivia’s black bra.

“Yes, Daddy.” Olivia immediately responded.

She reached behind her back to undo the clasp, and let her biceps hold the bra in place. As she shifted her hands back in front of her, she allowed the bra to fall in front of her, exposing Olivia’s perfect breasts.

“That’s perfect.” Trey said in approval.

“Do you like them?” Olivia replied.

“Fuck yes.”

“You can play with them if you want.”

“Mmm…”

“They’re all yours tonight. I’m all yours tonight.”

Trey didn’t respond. Instead, he moved his hands forward to cup both breasts in his hands. Young, supple, and perky, Olivia’s breasts were heavily featured in the media ever since she wore a strapless black dress to the Academy of Motion Pictures Gala when she was 18 years old.

“You like that?” Olivia smiled up at Trey who was entranced by her beautiful body.

She reached forward to stroke Trey’s cock while Trey continued to squeeze and rub on her boobs.

Not getting a verbal response, Olivia resumed sucking his cock, as Trey moved his hands to the side to squeeze each of her boobs while she bobbed her head up and down. Trey leaned back as he felt more and more pleasure as Olivia hungrily sucked on his cock. He moaned out loud, which gave Olivia a smile while she had his member deep in her mouth.

She gave Trey a few more bobs up and down, before she took him in her mouth one more time. This time, she slowly tried to inch her way forward, trying to stick more and more down her mouth and throat. She started to wince, closing her eyes tightly as she took about half of his large cock down her pretty little mouth. When she reached as far as she could, at about 7 inches, she let out a tiny cough and slowly pulled the long cock out of her oral cavity slowly. She locked eyes with Trey, gazing at him as she freed his cock from her tight mouth.

“Fuck, it’s too big for my mouth.” She playfully said to him as she stroked his cock with both hands. She opened her mouth again and played with the sensitive tip, pushing it against her cheek, sucking hard on it, making popping sounds. All the while, she was looking up at him with pure lust in her eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” Trey blurted out.

“Yeah? Thank you, Daddy.” Olivia replied as she teased Trey’s cock again with her tongue. She didn’t break eye contact with him, and this teasing was driving Trey wild.

“Mmmmm.” Trey moaned out loud. “Good girl.”

“Mmm, I like when you call me a good girl.” Olivia said right before she twirled her popstar tongue around Trey’s big black cock once again.

“Come up here.” Trey ordered, as he helped Olivia stand by scooping underneath her arms and assisting her to stand up. Once Olivia had her feet planted, she did the rest standing up in front of Trey.

She stood up, and Trey leaned forward on the couch so that his face was about a foot away from her crotch. Still only wearing a sexy lacy black pair of underwear, Trey wrapped his large arms around Olivia’s waist and closed the gap between them as he kissed her petite stomach. He kissed around the belly button and continued to move further down. He took his hands, grabbed the waistband of her lacy panties and pulled them down to expose a fully shaved pussy. Trey continued kissing her navel, all the way down to her pubic area. He continued down to her perfect tiny little pussy. He kissed it first before sticking his tongue out to lick it.

Olivia responded by moving her right arm up to cup her breasts while she grabbed her hair with her left hand. She closed her eyes and just moaned as Trey treated her to a nice round of foreplay, something she was not used to.

“Mmmmmmm…Yes, I love that…” Olivia purred.

Trey took this encouragement and continued to lap at her hungry pussy while she sensually felt herself up.

“I can’t wait to have your cock inside me.” Olivia responded.

“Come here.” Trey said as he leaned back to his former position.
“Mmmm.” Olivia purred. “I love a man that knows what he wants.”

“Those young boys never treated you right.” Trey boldly said as he welcomed Olivia into his lap facing him. She straddled him by placing her knees at his sides, and mounting herself up above him.

“Don’t worry girl. I got you.” Trey simply said as he lined his cock up straight to the ceiling. Nervously, Olivia began to lower herself on to him, her pussy already wet from all of the previous foreplay.

The moment he broke the barrier, Olivia opened her mouth to form a large O, but nothing came out but silence. She held her breath as Trey penetrated her tiny pussy, inch by inch. As soon as he reached an inch, he would pull back, just so she could get used to his size.

“Ohhhh fuck! I’ve never had my pussy stretched out like this before!” Olivia said out loud, exposing a sense of vulgarity behind her innocent persona.

Trey simply chuckled as he held Olivia up by the hips moving her up and down his dark shaft, as she continued to writhe from the sensation of having her pussy filled with a big cock.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh, my…GOD!”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

Olivia chanted while Trey moved her up and down on his hard cock. As she was getting the feeling back in her body, she started to control her own motions as she started to ride him with his hands still at her sides.

“Damn, fuck. Girl, you really are tight.” Trey remarked.

“Keep going!! Fuck! Stretch me out.” Olivia replied.

Trey obliged, starting to bounce her up and down a little faster and faster as she continued to get used to his size.
“Yes!”

“Fuck!”

“Yes!”

“Oh God!”

Olivia’s moans resonated throughout the empty studio. All the while, Trey undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and let the shirt fall off his arms. He exposed a muscular body, which made Olivia bite her lower lip and act shy in front of the imposing hunk of a man.

“Oh fuck. You’re so hot.” Olivia said out loud.

“I could say the same about you.” Trey replied to the starlet.

Trey could feel Olivia’s wetness around his cock, giving Trey the liberty to work his cock into Olivia with a faster pace. He held Olivia up in a raised position on her knees, so that she was almost entirely upright. As he did this, he watched his cock, still inside her stretched snatch, release inch by inch covered in Olivia’s wetness. He then pushed up with his hips to thrust into Olivia with a little more fervor, making Olivia squeal a little more. Olivia bit her lip again, closed her eyes, and brought her hand up to her mouth. She knew the studio was sound proof, but still didn’t want to scream louder than she already had. She almost felt a little embarrassed by how much pleasure she was feeling, but she didn’t even care. As Trey began fucking her a little harder with each thrust upwards, Olivia just began panting loudly and her young, perfectly shaped, breasts jiggled up and down.

“Ohhhh. Yes!”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

Trey continued to pick up the pace, fucking Olivia a little harder now, using his big cock to stretch her slender walls, and leave her feeling fuller than she had ever felt before.

“Keep going!”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!”

Then silence. Not because she didn’t have words. In fact, Olivia’s mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. She tilted her head up to the ceiling and closed her eyes. At that moment, she felt an intense spark jump from her insides, up her spine, resonating throughout her entire body. She finally let out a sound…

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. MYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD…” Olivia shrieked as Trey gave her the first orgasm of the day.

“Oh my God! I…never knew…I needed…to be…fucked like this!” Olivia huffed out between gasps for air. She was in heaven, a place of pure ecstasy that she was never even close to with prior lovers.

“Get it, girl!” Trey said out loud as he continued to increase his pace, fucking Olivia through her orgasm. He worked faster and faster through Olivia’s muscular moans, her shrieks, and her writhing. Enjoying the pleasure, Olivia just stayed in place as Trey continued to lift his hips up and down to work most of his cock into her tiny clit.

Finally, Olivia needed to rest herself, so she wrapped her slender arms around Trey’s neck, and leaned forward to get another angle, and allow her upper body to rest onto the muscular black man’s upper body. She leaned in, moving some strands of hair out of her face to give Trey a kiss on the lips. She opened her mouth and allowed their tongues to play with each other, all while Trey was continuing his muscular thrusts into Olivia’s wet pussy.

Trey reached up, pulling Olivia’s head closer in for the kiss, before moving his hand around to place it under her chin. He lifted her head up and looked her deeply in the eyes, giving an aura of passionate lovemaking that Olivia had never experienced before. She became lost in his eyes, and looked at him with pure lust.

“You look so fucking good.” Trey whispered softly.

“Mmmmmm…” Olivia bit her lip. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Every time she said the word, Trey twitched a little, like a jolt of electricity struck throughout his entire body.

“Let me take care of you now.” Olivia said as she placed her palm on Trey’s upper left chest. Trey took this as a sign to stop, so he rested his hips back down into his slumped position, as he knew where Olivia’s head was going.

Olivia then began to sensually grind herself up and down Trey’s rock hard cock, shifting her pelvis forward as she came down, and backwards as she came up.

“I want to make you feel really good…” Olivia purred.

“I want to take this whole thing. It’s the least I can do in return for giving me the most intense orgasm of my life…” Olivia said in a sarcastic tone, but she was masking the fact that it truly was the most intense orgasm of her life.

Olivia looked down as she kept grinding up and down on Trey’s cock. To Trey’s surprise she, for the first time today, lowered herself as far as she could so that his cock was fully engulfed in her pussy.

“Oh my GOD!” Olivia cried out. “I’ve never had this much cock in my life.”

Trey just smiled as Olivia bounced herself up and down a few times just to get fully accustomed to the length that Trey was packing. Olivia tilted her head beach before coming all the way down once again. She swirled her hips around and grinded her crotch into Trey’s. She felt the shock go up her spine and throughout her body as the sensation of Trey’s huge cock penetrating her walls was enough to jolt her nerves.

“Mmmm, fuck.” Olivia said as she kept swirling her hips around.

Then, she shifted forward again, bracing herself on Trey’s shoulders. She kept her body upright and then swung her pelvis forward and backwards, grinding back and forth on Trey’s cock which was fully lodged inside of her.

“God yes. This feels amazing!!” Olivia cried out loud.

“Keep going girl. That’s so good.” Trey encouraged her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Olivia obliged, moving faster and faster on top of Trey.

“Fuck yes, that’s so hot.” Trey said back.

“Oh my God!”

“Oh my God!”

“Oh my God!”

Olivia’s chanting became a norm as she kept grinding in delight.

She started to slow down, and returned to bouncing straight up and down on Trey’s cock, until she stopped completely. This allowed Trey’s cock to plop out of her and fall right back flat onto his stomach. Olivia bent over at the waist and picked his cock up with her right hand. She guided the dark member into her mouth again, as she engulfed the head, and twirled her tongue around it, to taste her own juices off of his black cock.

“Fuck, this cock does great work.” Olivia said out loud.

She sucked hard on Trey’s cockhead, and tilted her head up to look Trey back in the eyes. She batted her beautiful brown eyes and dark lashes at the tall and muscular man.

“Mmm..fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.” Trey said, embracing the pleasure of Olivia’s mouth back on his cock.

“Mmm, thank you, Daddy…” The last syllable of Olivia’s response felt like it lasted a few minutes as Trey writhed on the couch from Olivia’s sensual mouth.

“But, I’m not done with you yet.” Trey said, standing up, forcing Olivia to shift back a little bit. He stepped out of his pants, which were still pooled at his ankles, and stood Olivia up in front of him.

As Trey stood tall over her, Olivia was breathing hard, her heart rate was racing a little bit. But this wasn’t fear, this wasn’t intimidation. Instead, she was filled with anticipation. Trey rotated both of their bodies 180 degrees, so that Olivia’s back was to the couch, and Trey was facing her. Then, he motioned Olivia to sit.

“Sit down and lean back.” Trey said in a soft, yet commanding voice.

Olivia obeyed, lowering herself down to the couch, and laying back scooting her ass to the edge of the cushion. Trey lowered himself immediately after, and as soon as Olivia realized, she unconsciously began opening her legs wide. Her tall white socks and black heeled pumps pointed straight to opposite corners of the room, and Trey took a knee between them.

Trey lined his hard cock up with her still wet pussy, and slapped it on her bald cunt. This elicited moans from Olivia, she tilted her head back and shivered in anticipation.

“Mmmmmm…Fuck. That thing feels like a baseball bat.” Olivia was spellbound about Trey’s large cock.

Trey chuckled, and started to tease the top of Olivia’s shaved clit. He held his cock tight, as he rotated the heavy head on the pink hood, evoking Olivia to bite her lip. She looked down, saw Trey’s long, thick, black cock contrasted with her pale, soft, Asian-American skin.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” Olivia said out loud.

“Then beg for it.” Trey commanded.

“Mmmmmmm…” Olivia shivered. “Please put it in…I need it…mmmm”

“I think you can do better than that.” Trey challenged the young brunette.

“Fuck. Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. Please give me ALL of that huge cock. I want it all. I’ve been such a good girl. You treat me so well. I’ve never had a dick this big and I’ve never felt like this before…” Olivia pleaded.

“Mmmm, that’s a good girl.” Trey moaned in response. Their chemistry became undeniable, a witty repartee between two relative strangers before this evening. Though their magnetism existed before this rendezvous, the sexual energy created an unquestionable bond between the two.

Trey then slowly inserted his long cock into Olivia’s small pussy. Initially pushing the head and only a few inches in, before motioning his hips back and forth so Olivia could properly take his large cock.

“Mmm, yessssss…” Olivia hissed from the sensation. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Trey began moving a little faster. Picking up his thrusts to be a little stronger, testing the slender girl to see if she could handle a little more.

“Fuck, yes!” Olivia cried out, “Harder, please!”

Trey gave a wicked smile and continued to test his strength. He worked in about half of his cock with hard thrusts, knowing full well that she still would have to get used to his size.

“I like the way you’re taking this cock.” Trey complimented her.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Olivia said, as she was huffing and puffing from the pounding she began taking.

“Give me more, please?? I want to take it all.” Olivia pleaded.

Trey obliged, as he thrusted forward even more. After a few more strokes to get used to about three quarters of his length, Trey finally pushed forward slowly to work the entire length of his cock into Olivia’s tiny body. As he finally bottomed out, he looked to the ceiling and simply said, “Ohhhh…Fuuuuuuck.”

At the same time, Olivia held her mouth open, moaning as she had never felt so stuffed like this before.

“OHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDD!!!” Olivia screamed out as Trey began pulling his hips back, before pushing forward with a little more strength.

“Oh fuck! Oh my fucking God!” Olivia continued screaming out.

“Yes! It’s fucking huge, oh God! Yes! I love that big cock!” Olivia shouted more obscenities as she watched Trey’s long hard cock fuck her tiny pussy.

Trey then held onto Olivia’s sock-covered legs to brace himself. He began to push his hips forward and back with even greater strength. Loud slapping sounds filled the empty studio. Luckily, the soundproofing diluted the sound, otherwise Olivia and Trey might have woken up the neighborhood around them.

“Oh my God, you fuck me soooo good!” She screamed out in delight, while Trey bucked his hips forward as hard as he could, working his hard cock in and out giving Olivia the incredible sensation of feeling full.

Trey switched his grips from Olivia’s legs. He hooked underneath Olivia’s knees, bent them and pushed them back so that her knees were closer to her face. He then grabbed onto the top of the couch and he pushed forward much to Olivia’s delight.

“Mmmmmmm!!!” She screamed out as Trey hit a different angle, giving Olivia a whole new sensation flowing through her entire body.

Trey then stood on his toes, so that he could change the angle, flexing his calves and leg muscles so that he could thrust down into Olivia. Using gravity, and his own strength, Trey could now fuck Olivia much harder than he did earlier.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” Olivia cried out loud to this new angle.

Trey thrusted down, plowing his big hard cock into her tight little hole. Her eyes widened with a mix of both awe and lust, as she alternated looks between the hard rod thrusting beneath her and Trey’s eyes above her.

“Oh fuck!”

“Oh fuck!”

“Yes!!”

“Oh fuck!”

“Oh fuck!”

“YES! RIGHT THERE!”

“Right there!”

“Right there!”
Olivia’s chanting was almost harmonious, which likely came naturally for the worldwide popstar sensation.

“Oh God I love the way you fuck me!” Olivia cried out. “You fuck me like a real MAN!”

Though she didn’t realize it, her mind went from acting submissive to fully being submissive at that moment. Her heart raced, her mood became unfiltered and raw. She was no longer holding back, and offered little resistance to Trey’s increasingly hard strokes.

Trey began giving all he could, his fast thrusts making Olivia’s head feel dizzy, dick drunk as he plowed Olivia into the couch.

“Fuck…Yes!!! Ohhhhh myyyyyy Godddd, fuck. Give it to meeeeeeee!” Olivia’s unfiltered words of encouragement. Trey started grunting, exerting more and more effort into giving Olivia the most amount of pleasure she’s ever had.

“Ughhh. Fuck this pussy is too good!” Trey managed to sneak out between grunts.

“I love the way you fuck me, Daddy.” Olivia said as she looked up at him with a naughty smile.

Trey moaned as he went back to his all out assault. “Oh fuck…Mmmmm…Good girl!” Trey uttered.

Olivia’s hands explored Trey’s muscular body. She looked him up and down, as she writhed underneath him. She then settled her hands at the back of Trey’s neck. She cupped her fingers together, holding on to Trey with her hands and pulling his face further down. Trey leaned in a little further, planting a lustful kiss on Olivia’s lips, which she met openly as she continued to moan into his mouth.

“Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck!”

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me!”

“It’s sooooo good. It’s too good. Oh my God!”

She screamed out, but was immediately filled with more silence. Olivia’s mouth was open, but nothing was coming out. Trey looked down as the sexy starlet looked him in the eyes with a pleading expression of her own.

“Don’t hold it.” Trey said. “Give it to me. Cum for me.”

Trey pounded her deep and hard, as he watched Olivia’s eyes roll up and towards the back of her head, her pussy soaking all over his cock, and her body twitching for her second orgasm of the day.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh”

“Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”

“Godddddddddd”

Olivia screamed out deliriously, each syllable lasting way longer than the last, as Trey started to slow down his strokes to let Olivia climb over the hill. Her legs jolted in Trey’s arms before she unconsciously began closing them, tightening the hold her snatch had on Trey’s still-hard cock. Her body’s response was surely greater than the first one, as she shifted a little to the side, fully letting her body experience the electric energy racing through her.

“Fuck, I think I’m going to be addicted to this cock.” Olivia softly said as she began trying to catch her breath. She chuckled, as she smiled up at the tall black man standing in front of her.

“This cock is so fucking good…” Olivia said as she wiped some sweat drenched strands of hair out of her face.

Trey, still hungry for more, leaned down and grabbed at Olivia’s waist. With a small shriek, followed immediately by laughter, Olivia was both surprised and excited as Trey aggressively flipped her over so that she was on her knees on the couch. Olivia responded by placing her forearms on top of the couch, similar to the way Trey had grabbed on for leverage just a few minutes earlier.

Olivia looked back at Trey, as Trey looked down at Olivia’s legs and slender booty. He inserted his arms between her legs, pushing them out to give him a good luck as Olivia’s well-fucked pussy once more.

“What are you waiting for…Daddy?” Olivia teased as she wiggled her ass left and right to encourage him.

Breaking out of his trance, he stepped forward and lined his cock up to Olivia’s wet snatch. Then he paused again.

“Be a doll for me, reach back. I want you to put it in.” Trey commanded.

Olivia didn’t respond, she obediently acted, reaching beneath her at the monster cock that gave her two orgasms already, and pulled it up to her pussy like it was her personal dildo.

Hungrily, she moaned as he penetrated her again. Trey then took over, pushing more and more of his cock in until she took him balls deep. Feeling the bottom again, Trey then pulled back slowly, teasing Olivia with pleasure as she closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the top of the couch.

Trey’s hands glided up her shapely, soft legs onto her hips where they found a resting place. He gripped firmly onto Olivia’s hips and began to work his cock in and out of her with a slow and steady pace. He would shift his hips up as he pushed forward, hitting different angles making Olivia screech out with pleasure filled moans.

“Oh fuck!” Olivia cried out, her eyes flickering closed to wide open with every thrust Trey pushed into her.

“You like this dick don’t you?” Trey teased.

“Yes!” Olivia cried out.

SLAP

Trey spanked the brunette’s ass, leaving a pink handprint on the firm backside.

“Yes, what?” Trey commanded.

“Yes, Daddy!” Olivia replied immediately. “Fuck, please spank me again!”

SLAP

“Good girl.”

Trey returned to fucking Olivia from behind, giving her a slap on the other cheek, creating a visual balance that was aesthetically pleasing for the dark-skinned artist.

Trey flattened his right palm and placed it on Olivia’s back, adjusting her posture to arch a little more, which gave Trey the angle he was looking for to hit Olivia’s spot once again.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” Olivia cried out. Her head jolted up, her ponytail flew right behind and was now draped in front of her right shoulder. Her whole body moved forward with each thrust. Trey hit a rhythm with his strokes, shifting his hips vertically as he pushed in and formed a perfect circular motion with his hips as he pulled back, giving Olivia yet another new sensation she had never felt before.

“Fuck. Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk!!!”

“Oh God. Don’t stop.”

“Oh Goddddd!”

The room filled with sounds of slapping flesh and muscular moans. Trey began thrusting harder and harder, holding Olivia’s hips in this newly adjusted position, making Olivia pant like an animal in heat.

“Oh my God…Fuck!”

“Fuck!

“Ohhhhh…FUCK! I’m going to cum again!” Olivia exclaimed as Trey spanked her ass again. He stiffened up his thrusts to make sure Olivia was feeling the sensation in her spot again, as he muscled out grunts and moans of his own. Sweat dripped down his chest, he increased his pace and was making Olivia’s toes curl a bit as she began to lose control of her forearms and was falling down into the couch cushion below her.

“YES, Daddy! Give it to me…Fuck, please stretch out that nice, tight little pussy with your big black cock!” Olivia cried out as she tilted her head to the side. She had a smile on her face, not just joy, but carnal pleasure. She had never felt anything this good before.

Her toes fully curled, her ass perked up, and Trey banging his hard cock into her wet, but still tight hole.

HUFF

HUFF

HUFF

“Ohhhh my God! I’m going to cum like this!” Olivia muscled out.

HUFF

HUFF

HUFF

“Give it to me, girl.” Trey calmly said as he managed a steady pace with his thrusts into Olivia’s pussy.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!” Olivia cried out loud as her hand immediately darted to her wet pussy. She began shamefully playing with herself as Trey continued his thrusts.

HUFF

HUFF

HUFF

“Oh my God!” Olivia cried out again, her head fully in the cushion of the couch, laughing, smiling, full of emotion and lust in her eyes.

Olivia then began shaking her ass on Trey’s cock, she began bouncing back to meet Trey’s thrusts, much to his own surprise. She bounced back a few times, giving him a renowned sense of excitement, which he felt was bringing him closer to the edge.

“Mmmm, I think it’s your turn now, Daddy.” Olivia said.

Olivia continued teasing him with the young girl act, rotating her hips to give Trey a pleasure that he hadn’t experienced before. Though somewhat shocked, Trey regained composure and gave Olivia a few more thrusts before spanking her perfectly firm booty one more time.

“Come down here for me.” Trey commanded.

“Yes, Daddy,” Olivia replied, moving from her position on the couch to sitting on her knees on the floor in front of him. She looked up with an innocent, doe-eyed expression on her face, curious as to what would come next.

“Come taste yourself on my cock.” Trey ordered.

Olivia nodded her head in approval and opened her mouth to take Trey’s cock once more. Using her talented mouth, she twisted her head around, and moved her hands up to give Trey a wonderfully sloppy blowjob with both hands working the shaft.

GLUCK

GLUCK

GLUCK

Olivia couldn’t deepthroat his cock, but she was working as much as she possibly could into her small mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” Trey looked down and complimented her.

“You think so, Daddy?” Olivia teased.

“Fuck yes, incredible.” Trey responded.

“Think you can make me prettier by painting my pretty face?” Olivia asked.
“No, I’ve been dreaming of something else.” Trey said Olivia took him as deep as she could one more time, giving Trey a pleasure filled-experience forcing him to close his eyes so he could feel it deeper.

“I want to cum on those tits.” Trey finished his thought.

“Mmm, fuck. These tits? These perfect All-American tits?” Olivia teased him, as she thrusted her chest up and shook her perfectly firm and perfectly perky boobs from side to side while quoting one of her original song lyrics.

“Mmm…fuck yes.” Trey cried out.

“Then do it Daddy. Cum for me.”  Olivia said softly as she looked up at Trey. “Cum in on my tits, Daddy.”

Pleading with him, Olivia kept talking dirty to make him cum. She wrapped her mouth tightly on Trey’s cock, focusing only on the head now, while her hands worked back and forth in front of her, giving his large cock a full sensation.

“Please, please, please give me that cum!”

“I’ve been such a good girl…”

Olivia leaned down and sucked on the head hard again, pulling back with a large POP as she came off his cock.

“Cum for me.”

“Cum on my tits, Daddy.”

“Fuck, I’m close…” Trey said, looking down at the gorgeous brunette beneath him, on her knees, pleading for him to release.

She kept his cock close to her face, looking up lustfully at Trey, teasing him further and further.

“Please, Daddy?”

“I’ve been such a gooooood girl…”

“Ohhhhhhhh…FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKK” Trey cried out which Olivia took as a sign to point down at her tits. With a few more jerks, Olivia pointed the cockhead at her tits as Trey unloaded three large, thick spurts onto her perfectly shaped breasts.

“Oh fuck!” Trey cried out, as Olivia continued jerking, making sure she got every bit, which Trey obliged with two more spurts before some more began leaking out and dripping down off the tip of his cock.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, thank you, Daddy!” Olivia said as she closed her eyes and rubbed some of the cum onto her tits as if it were body lotion.

“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” Trey exclaimed as he leaned forward, resting his hands on his thighs, holding himself up as he caught his breath.

“Fuck, Olivia. You’re a trip.” Trey said as Olivia turned her head sideways and opened her mouth. She put Trey’s cock back into her mouth without using her hands and gave it a few more sucks on the sensitive tip.

She finally gripped it, giving it one more time into her throat, before slowly pulling it out of her tight mouth. She looked up and batted her eyes at Trey, before she released the cock from her mouth with one final loud pop. She finished it up by kissing Trey’s cockhead, before allowing it to fall naturally down in between his muscular thighs.

“Fuck.” Olivia said out loud. “I haven’t been fucked like that…like…ever.”

“That was hot as fuck.” Trey replied.

“You might have woken something up inside of me. Like fuck, I’m so delirious right now. You really got me unraveling some deep seeded kinks.” Olivia said as she leaned back to the edge of the couch. Trey walked a few steps to Olivia’s left, and plopped himself down on the couch with his spent cock falling on the cushion.

“You should name your tour after that,” Trey said calmly.

“What Deep Seeded Kink Tour?” Olivia quizzically asked.

“The Unraveled Tour.” Trey replied.

“Hmm, I like that.” Olivia responded.

“So, you think we work well together?” Trey followed up.

“Hell yes.” Olivia said exuberantly. “And I can’t wait to see what we come up with next.”

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