Chapter 2
by MrMaxLord
Starring: Taylor Swift, Victoria Justice, Peyton R. List, Bella Thorne, Lili Reinhart, Demi Lovato, Sophia Bush, Selena Gomez, Sabrina Carpenter
Codes: MF, oral, anal, cons, DP, DVP, DAP
"Okay, how do I look? Peyton asked. She was modeling her Halloween costume to her roommate, Victoria Justice.
"Well, it's a t-shirt and cut-offs that almost show your ass." said Victoria. "So it's hot, but what are you trying to be again?"
"Vic, I'm a camp counselor from Friday the 13th. Didn't you see the shirt?" Peyton pointed directly to her chest, which did indeed read 'Camp Crystal Lake'. "It's part of a couples costume. I'm a counselor, Paul's going to be Jason."
"How appropriate, you're playing the victim to a giant monster."
"Vic...."
"Sorry, just joking in the sense I'm totally not."
"Well, I like him. What about you? What're you dressing as?"
"Beetlejuice. Sexy Beetlejuice, naturally."
"That can be sexy?"
"Peyton, I can make anything sexy. This is a walk in the park. What party you going to?"
"Kappa Alpha I think. The Beta Ki one I think couldn't get the student union so it might even be off."
"Wow, I'm sure Taylor's taking that well."
"You know her?"
"Nope." Victoria replied. "But I do know enough of her from one week here to know that she's not a happy camper right now."
"I guess. But, I mean, what can she do? The decision's been made."
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"Oh come on, Mr. McKracken!" Taylor said, her voice dripping with annoyance with a tinge of anger. "We both know I filled out the paperwork a good week before school started. I paid the fees. I paid extra. We both know that the student union should be mine for Halloween!"
"Well, I certainly don't know that." Mr. McKracken replied, a sly smile on his face as he looked down his nose at Taylor. There was something about her that made him relishing getting one over on her, to deprive her of something, especially since this was one of the few times Taylor didn't do anything underhanded to get what she wanted. "These forms you claimed to have filled out and the money you say you spent simply aren't here."
"Well, my bank account begs to differ." She pursed her lips, her blue eyes radiating anger even stronger. She was being scammed. Being an expert at the game herself, she knew, and she could see when an amateur like McKracken was proud of himself for it. Especially considering she had a pretty good idea that he just got roped into it, and she knew just who was behind it. 'Bitch...' she said to herself. Then, a plan formed. They always did when she needed them most. "So, how much did she pay you?"
"Um, what?" McKracken said, suddenly sitting up straight. "What do you mean?"
"Ha! Mr. McKracken, you have a horrible poker face. How much did she pay you? I mean, it couldn't have just been money. What was it...flash her tits? No...no that wouldn't get you to attempt embezzlement. I mean Katy Perry has great tits but a flash of them is not worth the hassle of that."
"I...I have no idea what you're talking about."
Ignoring, him, Taylor continued on. "No, she made you cum...but I don't think she touched you. No...not Katy....I'm going to guess she let you jerk off while you watched her masturbate.You get off, watch a co-ed get off, if she wasn't faking and let's face it, no offense, but she was. She probably hit you with that offer first and you were so shocked you took it right away."
"Now see here, Ms. Swift, I am I married man and I will not stand her and be accused of-"
"Look, I get it," Taylor said, crossing and uncrossing her long, fit and shapely legs. "I blurt all this out, you get nervous because you think I'm going to set off this truth bomb. Not true. I just want to buy back what's mine at a price that Katy wouldn't have gone near." Taylor stood up and walked to the other side of McKracken's desk, then sat on it, her legs open and giving McKracken a perfect view up her skirt. "I can't imagine why either. I mean, I've seen some of the guys she's dated and you're way better looking than, like, most of them."
"Wait...what?" McKracken was genuinely confused now. He thought he knew what Taylor was offering, but then again, he was pushing fifty and she was a young co-ed. He lucked out with that Perry girl, but this?
"Oh come now Mr. McKracken," Taylor said, her voice friendlier, but with a sinister dose of teasing lurking behind it all. "We both know exactly what I mean. But if me spelling it out turns you on..." Taylor leaned over, her red lips close to his ear. "I want you to fuck me. Use that nice...hard...cock and fuck me...please daddy, fuck this bad little girl."
"Is that what you want?" Mr. McKracken said, his nervousness fading away as his face gained an eager smile. "You know bad girls get fucked hard, don't you Taylor?"
"Mmmmm hmmmm!" she said excitedly, nodding her head and smiling with her red lips closed in a girlish smile. She had this guy pegged the moment she walked in. Fortunately for her, she had no issues getting off to what this guy obviously liked. "That's what makes us bad girls. The other thing is, we like to suck cock. Can I suck your cock?"
"Well...maybe...but first thing's first."
"Oh!" Taylor yelped when Mr. McKracken grabbed her by the ass, pulling her up a bit before moving his hands up her skirt. In a flash, Taylor's panties were off and across the office. He hiked her skirt up and surprised Taylor in the best way possible by going head first to her crotch. "Mmmm that's it..."she hissed though a smiling mouth.
Both of Taylor's tone legs were hooked on McKracken's shoulders as he happily lapped away at her cunt. "Oh...oh Mr. McKracken...mmmm eat my pussy daddy...fuck...eat this dirty girl's cunt."
SMACK! McKracken slapped Taylor on the ass, taking his mouth away from her cunt to say. "Language!"
"Mmmm sorry daddy," Taylor said in a dreamy tone. Her tone again shifted in pitch as her older lover dove right back into her pussy. She always loved it when a man REALLY wanted her. Yes, there's no such thing as a man who'll turn down free. No strings attached sex; but when they were really into it, a really eager Taylor was always that much more turned on, knowing she was going to cum. The man was unleashed and hungry, and Taylor loved being the main course.
McKracken pulled away from Taylor's pussy and stood up, unblocking his pants as Taylor looked on with an excited smile. Sure,some of it was for show and he knew that...but it didn't make it any less sexy. "You still want to suck this cock sweetie?"
"Uh-huh," Taylor said, her tongue peaking out to lick her full, red lips. "I wanna suck it SO bad, sir...I want to feel that hard dick in my mouth...I'm getting even wetter thinking about it."
Taylor slid off his desk and to her knees. When her knees hit the floor so did McKracken's pants. She ran her hands down and down her bare legs, settling them on his package. She giggled as he moaned at her fondling of him. Again, it was part of the act, but part of Taylor really did get a kick out of getting such a reaction from doing so little.
She gripped his cock with her soft hands and slowly began to jerk him while her other hand tugged and teased his balls.
"Your cock is so hard Mr. McKracken," Taylor said. "Is it all for me?"
"Oh yes baby," he groaned. "Fuck, it's all for you. Now, fucking suck it."
"Yes, sir." She gazed up at him with her blue eyes and winked before slowly taking his hard rod in her mouth. She moaned as he fit it inch by inch, her tongue snaking around its hard form.
"Oh fuck...that's such a good girl honey." he moaned, his voice warbling a bit. He couldn't bear to look down. He knew what it'd be, he could feel it on her lips. Taylor happily sucking, almost smiling with his cock in her mouth. Her blue yes bright, her red lipstick smearing, her face showing nothing but pure glee in sucking his dick.
And he wouldn't be wrong. Her blue eyes were sparkling, practically giving off fireworks of lust as she sucked and stroked him. There was just something about sucking cock that drove her crazy. She loved it enough to become a master at it. She could read a man like a book after the first few sucks. She knew just the right places to tease, when to go slow, when to go fast. She knew if he wanted to face-fuck her or if he wanted it slow and sensual. Mr. McKracken? Taylor would bet money he'd be the face-fucking type.
And she'd be right. Her reached his hands down to her golden locks and held her head in place. Taylor braced herself, even she liked this part.
"Yeah...fuck take it you dirty slut...mmmm...fucking dirty girl...oh fuck this is amazing..." McKracken's voice mumbled and trailed on, singing the filthiest praises he could think of for Taylor Swift. His voice sounded so delirious and lost in lust that Taylor was worried he might just cum down her throat. Not that she didn't swallowing, but Taylor preferred to taste the cum on her tongue then swallow rather then right down her gullet. Besides, she was so wet now she might suck him back to hardness just to get his cock in her.
Fortunately for the both of them, Mr. McKracken had a lot more in him. He yanked his spittle coated cock from Taylor's mouth, slapping it on the co-ed's face before pulling her back up and pushing her back on his desk. Her hooked her legs back on his shoulder again and tore her shirt open, revealing his suspicion, no bra for Taylor. Their eyes locked, a smirk on Taylor face. They both breathed deep in anticipation, McKracken's cock just outside of her pussy.
"Say it Taylor," Mr. McKracken growled, a hungry wolf. "Fucking say it?"
"Say what?" she teased, her tone was a singy-songy voice and her tongue barely sticking out through her teeth.
"Say 'Fuck me daddy'...fucking say it..."
"Mmmm fuck me daddy...fuck this bad girl with that big hard cock...fuck me daddy...."
"Unnnnggg," he groaned, shoving his cock in her. Taylor moaned in glee. She didn't get much time to savor it. Soon the desk was skidding and creaking with the force at which McKracken drove into her. That suited Taylor just fine. Hard and fast was just one of the many flavors she was a found of.
"Ohhhh, fuck me daddy...fuck your dirty little girl...mmmyou have such a good cock...I'm soo lucky! A lucky little slut!"
"Fucking...lucky...slut." said McKracken, punctuating every word with a hard thrust. His lips crashed into Taylor's hungrily kissing her, a bit of tenderness to the debauchery. A savage but sweet kiss while his cock drove into her like a battering ram and his hands pawed at her tits. Together, they both loved every minutes of it. Still, Taylor wanted to sign her check for this deal in the best way possible.
"Mmmm, I love how that cock feels in my dirty pussy, daddy," she said, her voice a mix of deep breaths and moans. "But...do you think...."
"What? What baby girl?"
"Mmm...do you think it could fit in my ass?"
"I think we should find out?" he grinned. He pulled out and then spun Taylor around, the leggy blonde bent over the desk. He threw her shirt to the side and tugged down her skirt, leaving Taylor in just her pumps. "Perfect," he grinned.
"Oooo, you gonna stuff that cock in my ass Mr. McKracken?" Taylor asked, that teasing, knowing voice that was simply throwing gasoline over the older man's fire. "I mean, I want it sooo bad...I just hope it means we've come to an agreement about my party...sir."
"Let me put it to you this way, sweetie," McKracken said, his voice so lecherous but still insanely arousing. He pressed his cock, soaked in her juiced, right at her back entrance and pushed forward, making them both grunt as he popped his head past the tight ring. "Katy who?"
"Mmmmm, you're so good to me daddy," Taylor moaned. "Now...fuck my ass..use my ass as your fuck-hole...Mmmmm..."
"Oh yes," he hissed. "Take this dick Taylor....Mmmmm I've wanted to fuck you for so long...Oh fuck....Ever since your freshman year on campus."
"I...un...hope I'm worth the wait, sir...ohhh, fuck you're so big!" And she wasn't just whistling dixie about his dick. It was a lot bigger than Taylor expected. She wasn't a size queen or anything, but sometimes, a girl just needs a nice, big, rock hard cock inside her. And it being up her ass just added the perfect level of dirtiness to it, as if they way they were talking didn't do enough. Taylor braced herself against the desk, yelping and groaning with every hard, lust-powered thrust McKracken drove into her now-stretched out asshole. Even in all his filth and force, he did show a bit of concern for her feeling, as he rubbed her clit as he took her tight little ass for everything it was worth.
"Oh fuck...Mr. McKracken...oh your gonna make your dirty girl cum...cum just for you...oh your big dick feel so good, daddy!"
"AM I gonna make my dirty girl cum? Am I?
"Mmm hmmm..." She squeezed her ass tightly around Mr. McKracken's cock, making the man whimper in pleasure. He was close too. All it would take is just the right bit of encouragement. "Oh...fuck me daddy...fuck my ass...shoot that cum in me daddy...right up ass...make me cum with your hot cum inside me...Ooooh FUUUUUCKKK!!"
"Oh I can do that baby girl...fuck...shoot...right..in your..ASSSS FUUUCK!!" He growled, starting to shoot the moment the last word escaped his mouth.
"OH FUCK YES DADDY!" Taylor moaned, her orgasm hitting the moment his hot jism began to coat her bowls. She fell forward, flat on the desk and Mr. McKracken followed suit, humping into her ass as the last few shots of cum emptied from his cock into her has. Taylor softly moaned, loving the tender affection he showed, soft butterfly kisses on her shoulders in between whispers of 'thank you' into her ear. She always found the filthiest motherfuckers to be the most tender and appreciative after the act, so happy to have found someone to share in the perversion of the moment.
When his soft and wilted cock finally slipped from Taylor's well-fucked ass, he fell back on his chair, even more wrecked than Taylor. "Fuck...fuck baby." He said. "And...wow...I'm a man of my word."
Taylor's turned around, a smile on her dick drunk face as she saw him open up a file cabinet and show her the contents. "This is Katy's late turned in form. So late in fact that I never even saw it." Taylor's blue eyes sparkled again as she saw him take out a lighter and torch Katy's forms. "Of course, I'll have to return the money to her. It wouldn't be right to keep it."
"Oh, of course." Taylor nodded and laughed. "And I guess forgetting mine was just a clerical oversight?"
"Of course." He grinned, opening his briefcase and showing her form along with her receipts of payment from before. "My secretary must of misplaced them. Luckily, I found them before your party. I do hope there hasn't been any trouble, Ms. Swift."
"Oh, none at all Mr. McKracken." she replied. "Thank you so much for your help. I was really concerned. And, you know, if you ever need say, a student volunteer around the office, I do have Wednesdays free from classes." She winked at him then kissed his cheek. "You were fantastic."
She wasn't lying, though fantastic might have been an exaggeration. But she came and had fun and got what she wanted out fo the deal, all while giving Katy Perry a big middle finger. She only wished she could see her face when she found out the Perry Party was cancelled and the Swift Soiree was back on.
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The classroom was filled, well, at least in the sense all the students were there. Since day one of the directing/producing course, the room was only half filled and none of the students knew why. By the third day, none of the students regarded it as much more than an odd curiosity that exactly half the room was empty. Instead, everyone kind of gathered together into teams, without realizing it. One of those teams was Peter Farrano and Sabrina Carpenter. The first day of class, they'd just hit it off in terms of ideas and the kind of films they wanted to make. They'd pretty much found their partners for the semester. And, like every day since the first class, the two were sitting together, chatting it up before class really began about all the film contests for the year.
"So we're definitely doing a twofer for the 48?" Sabrina asked. "I mean, that's going to be a ton of work but I think we can handle it."
"Sure, just sleep in shifts." replied Peter. "But we double the chances of winning. And believe me, we can get the crew and an A-list cast, at least for the actress."
"Ah, the mysterious Selena Gomez. You know, for all this talk about your gorgeous, talented, amazing blah blah blah best friend, I sure haven't, you know, met her. In fact, I've met more of her sorority sisters than her at this point waiting to meet her."
"Well, she's just been busy too. I don't even know what the acting classes are doing."
"Some of those women are actresses," Sabrina added. "But hey, not here to sew discontent. Just saying...maybe keep our options open? Besides, we also need some bomb dudes too."
"Fair enough." Almost in time with the end of the their mini-discussion, the professors, Tim Nolan and Sam Carpenter(no relation to Sabrina) entered. Behind them was an excruciatingly beautiful brunette who got all the guys and several of the girls attention when she walked in.
"Okay folks, second week of school has started." said Tim. "It's already apparent to both Sam and I that on your own, you guys have found two people you at least think you want to work with for the rest of the year.
"And we're gonna let you keep in those groups," Sam said. "Which brings us to a person who's going to be helping us out for the rest of the year with her class. Folks, this is Professor Sophia Bush, the best damn acting teacher any one of you is gonna see."
"Well, thanks for that intro, Sam," said Sophia, her smokey voice entrancing the entire class. "Now, some of you might actually recognize me from a show I used to do called One Tree Hill. If not, cool, I'm not here to talk about that. I am here to help this class learn how best to work with actors, and of course, teach young hopefuls to be actors. Which leads me to what's next, bring them in, Tim, if you wouldn't mind."
"Of course Sophia." Tim walked back to the doorway and held it open, allowing all the actors to come in, among them, Selena, a face that Sabrina was right about, Peter hadn't seen in a while.
The actors all lined up in front of the room, Sophia beaming with pride in all of them. "Okay, as most of you can probably guess, this is my acting class. And they will be joining you, along with myself, for the rest of the year. Now I note we say year because we do recommend that you take this course two semesters in a row to really get a chance to work on different types of scripts, and you will be getting them today. But first, actors, why don't you introduce yourselves?"
First up was a tall, very leggy brunette. The smile on her face seemed perpetual as she stepped up. "Hi everyone, I'm Hailee Steinfeld," she said, peppy and full of energy. "I've been acting my whole life, just local stuff and a few short films. Can't wait to work with some of you to see what we can come up with and just learn. So...yeah, just glad to be here." The perky girl smiled and nodded, then returned with the other students.
Next up was another brunette, her energy much more low key if not all together different. She was smoldering, seducing the room without even trying. "Hi, My name is Elizabeth Gillies. Call me Liz if you'd like. Now, much like everyone's favorite ball of happy thoughts you just met, I've been acting and singing most of my life, mostly on stage. Decided to take this class to get more on camera experience." She paused to lick her lips, not intended to make people even more under her spell, but the side effect was still there. "I look forward to working with you all. Hope we have some fun." She gave the class a half-smile, then made way for the next introduction.
"Hey there folks, I'm Anna Kendrick," she said. Her posture and demeanor showed a very casual attitude to match the look of the quintessential girl next door. "Looks like I'm the hat trick of this intro, because yes people, I too have had acting experience, and I can sing. I assure you though, I most likely have aver distinct personality from my previous two compatriots just because I like to say 'fuck' a lot. So, based on that and a fondness for beer which 'WINK WINK' we should never partake in on set, I think we're gonna have a big old blasty-blast this year."
And so it went, all the actors, among them all; Selena Gomez, Peyton Roi List, and Jesse Carr. Once the introductions were complete, the students were essentially given an off-day to mingle with each other. During this though came a crushing blow to Peter, when Selena completely breezed by him, as if he weren't even there to go to someone else in the class. He was a man who radiated the kind of energy that made a good chunk of the class instantly dislike him. Which made him the exact kind of man Selena wanted. From what Pete could remember of the guy, his name was Reggie Fisk.
To say it was a sucker punch would be underselling it. However, he wasn't given much time to wallow in it when Sabrina came swooping in.
"Hey Pete, I want you to meet Hailee," Sabrina said, bringing the tall, perky brunette to his attention. "I was just talking to her, thought you should too."
"Hi," Hailee said, smiling. She extended her hand to Peter, who took it. "Sabrina tells me you two have been making movies for a bit so you have kind of an edge over most of the folks here?"
"Well, we have been." he replied. "Not together, we only just met last week, but yeah, we both have a bit of a filmography on our YouTube pages."
"Awesome! I have one too. Maybe we could check each other's stuff out. I mean, like, no offense to anyone else here but I kind of want to work with people who have some level of experience."
"Yeah, we could do that," he said, his mind kind of trailing off.
"What my partner is trying to say is we'd be happy to do that Hailee. I think Thursday night would work best, probably in my dorm as Pete here is sadly cursed with a roommate who believes guitar practice is in their room and until four in the morning."
"Oh that's sucky..."
"You can say that again." Peter said.
"Well, I hope you can get some rest. Can't wait to see what great stuff you guys have done!" Hailee walked off, as chipper in her step as Peter was dejected in his.
"Look Pete, I don't know you that well," Sabrina said. "And I certainly don't know her at all, but I gotta ask, you sure you two are friends?"
Peter honestly didn't have an answer. Well, he did, he just didn't like it. This was hardly the first time Selena had acted like this. And even after a lifetime of knowing her, it didn't make it suck less. Sabrina wasn't the only one to see how Peter was feeling. This person, she felt bad for the kid. Along with that pity, she saw a bit of an opportunity. As Pete and Sabrina walked out the door, the opportunistic woman bumped into him, knocking his notebook down. She apologized, picking it up for him before giving him a warm smile while slipping in a business card he was bound to find the next time he opened it up.
On the other side of the room however, a similar situation, yet also vastly different was also playing among Peyton and Jesse, who had been chosen, along with Liz Gillies and another actor, to be part of Bruce Parker's group. While Bruce and Liz had their own conversation, so were Jesse and Peyton. Though with Jesse, it was tinged with just a bit of poison.
"Wanna go grab lunch?" Jesse asked.
"I'd love to," Peyton said. "But I'm meeting up with Paul. I think he's going to show me his Halloween costume. It's going to be a couples thing, and I have mine, so can't wait to see his."
"Um, I didn't see him put together a costume this morning when he left the dorm."
"Oh, well he must want it to be a surprise. Still, there's other things we have planned." The smile she gave let Jesse know pretty much what was planned. "But tomorrow, lunch. That's a promise." With that and a wink, she walked out of the classroom.
He may have only known Peyton a week, and in that week, he'd fallen for her. Simultaneously in that week, he'd grown very tired of Paul and Matt. Paul, because he was seeing first hand how Paul, plain and simple, saw his relationship with Peyton as purely sexual and bragged about how he was making her think it was more.
With Matt, well with Matt, he was genuinely becoming more like Paul: more pig-headed, his attitude worsening, and the unearned cockiness. He'd essentially become Paul's little lap dog and it all started when the whole Demi thing went down.
'Wonder how loyal the dog would be if he knew Paul was the one who fucked Demi...after getting her blitzed drunk.' He thought to himself. Not that he could do much of anything. Demi made him promise not to tell anyone, and he was intent on keeping the promise, no matter how much he really wanted to knock Matt's ass back to Earth. That however was a pipe dream. Demi made him promise not to tell Matt, and she'd already been through enough. So, it was off to the library for him to study the script...and maybe call up Victoria later. They weren't dating or anything, but when a girl tells you to put her in your phone under 'designated booty call', he figured it'd be in his best interest to take full advantage of that.
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"So, do I finally get to see your costume?" Peyton said to a confused Paul.
"Costume?"
"Yeah, for Halloween, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," Paul said. "Sure. Just not yet. Finishing touches, you know?" Of course, if Paul was truly being honest he'd have said he had no clue what she was talking about. He was just good at faking it. I mean, he'd assumed they'd be doing something together for Halloween. Mainly, her in something skimpy and him removing it and promptly giving her some serious deep dicking.
"Well, I can't wait to see it. It's gonna be SO much fun!"
"Well, I'm certain I can think of something at least as fun to tide you over." Paul got up and wrapped his arms around Peyton, the blonde giggling as she was pulled close.
"And what would that be?"
"Pey, I think you know what I want." She did, and his hand squeezing her shapely ass was the punctuation to the sentence. Usually, Peyton would never dream of of sleeping with a guy she'd barely been dating for a week. But...Paul was playing all his cards right. She thought he was the perfect guy, if not a little arrogant. Only one other guy she'd met recently could keep her attention the way Paul did...but Paul went for it first.
The moment their lips touched, Paul knew she was his for the taking. He knew not to push it too far, or he might not get the goods down and dirty later. No, for this, their first time, he had to play it sweet. The ladies, they liked it that way, at first. Made them think he cared. As long as he came though, he didn't really care too much for their thoughts.
Before Peyton realized it they were on her bed, Paul on top of her. The only communication their mouths were doing were close contact, no words. A moan escaped her lips when Paul's hand slid up her shirt, grasping her breasts then pulling down the cup of her bra.
Paul pulled her back up, peeling off her t-shirt and letting Peyton take care of the bra herself. He had no time with the deviltry of a woman's bra hooks.
Her chest bare, Peyton threw her blonde locks back as Paul's mouth and hand went right for them, savoring the taste of her and her moans as his tongue teased and flicked her nipples. He was testing the waters, trying to see what really worked on her. Not so much for Peyton's benefit, but so Paul could take not of what buttons to press to get what he wanted later.
"Ooooh shit," Peyton moaned at Paul's treatment of her nipples. 'Fire one is a success', he thought to himself. He continued his course of action, just to see how revved up Peyton could get on nipple play alone.
The answer turned out to be quite a lot. It didn't take much longer for Peyton to completely give in to her lust. She pushed Paul down to his back and nearly tore his shirt off in removing it. To his great pleasure, he had Peyton go into beast mode essentially. Her hazel eyes locked on his dark brown. Her mouth trailed down his body; kisses on his lips, nibbles and bites on his neck, licks down his chest until she reached his crotch. With movements so fast he didn't even catch her doing it, Peyton had removed Paul's belt, unzipped his pants had his cock out.
"Fuuuck yesss," Paul groaned as Peyton began blowing him. Skill and enthusiasm, the two integral ingredients for good head, at least in Paul experience. Usually, a woman could get by on one or the other, but very few had both. And Peyton, well she was one of those few and proud. Paul reached down and held Peyton's hair back. The fact it was good for her, as well as him was irrelevant. He wanted a good, clear view of everything her mouth was doing to his cock.
And what a show she gave. Peyton had no issues taking Paul right down to the root. She did this so many times Paul had to wonder if she even had a gag reflex.
Peyton pulled her mouth back to catch her breath, her hand still jerking Paul's rod, slick with saliva. Paul shivered a bit as she began to tease the underside with her thumb then added a bit of a show, slowly licking her lips before moving down a bit to sucks his balls. It wasn't a long treatment, just a taste before she went back to his cock. Just enough to throw more gasoline on Paul's fire.
Paul, like most men, loved a good blowjob, and this was well past just good. However, that's not what he came to Peyton's dorm room for. He pulled her up to his face and kissed her as her rolled her onto her back. As she laid in front of him, her long legs already splayed out around him perfectly. He reached for her jeans, unzipping and peeling off the tights pants before throwing them to the ground. Her panties, simple white cotton, joined with her jeans.
With all barriers removed, Paul went for his prize. He was on top of his blonde sex bunny, and soon his cock entered her pussy, Peyton releasing a pleasured, if not a bit surprised, moan. While Peyton did appreciate the feeling of a hard cock in her pussy, she was hoping more than a little that her oral favors would be returned. Further evidence she didn't really know Paul that well.
Peyton was on her back moaning and writhing with every thrust. Her legs wrapped tight around Paul's waist as he rose a up a bit, kneeling while he drove into her. Between this and getting them on all fours, it was near impossible for Paul to decide which position he liked fucking in more. Right now though, there was a certain extra bit of enjoyment looking down on Peyton as he fucked her. He watched the flesh of her tits jiggling and moving with every thrust as pleasure was radiating from her face. His hand moved to her nice, plump peach of an ass, rubbing and squeezing it.
"Fuck you're tight baby," Paul growled. "Tight fucking cunt...feels so fucking good....fuck..." His paced increased fast, slamming into Peyton's pussy, Paul hungrily racing towards the finish.
Peyton didn't mind the increased pace, it still felt good. Still, she would have liked things to go a bit slower. She couldn't complain too much, Paul was still making her feel good. The way he touched her, his hands caressing her with just the right amount of rough. Lightning bolts of pleasure flashing through her body as he teased, pinched and tugged her nipples. Peyton wasn't close, bu the ride was feeling pretty good.
Paul pulled her up, the two face to face now as Paul continued to piston into Peyton. "Fucking take this cock...uhhh fucking take it baby...fucking take what you need!" Before Peyton could respond, her lips met Paul's, soon followed by a meeting of there tongues. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close and Peyton moaned into his mouth. She loved it when a man held her close during sex, it drove her wild in a completely different way than her nipples did. It made her a lot more generous.
Paul however, didn't get to have fun with Peyton's generosity. He was right on the precipice, her knew it. Any longer inside Peyton and he might risk becoming a deadbeat dad. He laid Peyton back down, pulled out, then moved up her body, straddling her chest.
"I'm fucking CUMMING!" he yelled. "FUCK YES!!!" Ropes of cum erupted from Paul's cock onto Peyton's face and neck. It was a lot earlier than Peyton expected, but she was close enough that she could finish her self off by giving her clit some personal attention.
Right as Paul's orgasm slowed to a trickle, Peyton's began, a small one, but noticeable if Paul had the attention span for it. The smile Peyton saw was not for her so much as Paul admiring the mess he had made of Peyton's face.
"Baby, that was great." Paul said, very satisfied as well as self-satisfied. "Fucking great."
"Want to continue in the shower?" Peyton asked, a smile shining through her cum-covered face.
"I'd love to, I really would." Paul lied, putting his clothes back on. "But I have to head to a business meeting. Work stuff."
"You have a job right now that requires business meetings?"
"Yeah, entertainment stuff. Runs in the family, I guess. I told you about my dad, right? He didn't get me a job, but we're in the same field...kinda. Look, I'll explain later, but gotta go now."
"Okay," she shrugged. She pursed her lips for a kiss. Paul hesitated, not even wanting to get near his own jizz. Instead, he shook her hand then left, leaving a very perplexed Peyton on her bed wondering what exactly had just occurred.
*******
"I LOVE Halloween," said Camila Mendes, admiring her Catwoman costume, sans mask, in her mirror. "What other time of year do I get to us my whip as a fashion accessory?"
"I'm sure you could pull that off for Christmas." Lili Reinhart replied from behind the bathroom door. She was putting the finishing touches on her own costume. She desperately wanted tit o be perfect. Not just for her own satisfaction...but for that someone special.
"Oooh, I like that." Camila replied. "Sexy Mrs. Claus...bet I could make some bank at the charity date auction with that get up." Cami turned around, loving how the tight leather of the outfit hugged her caboose. "I actually feel jealous I won't be the lucky guy getting a piece of me...Is that narcissistic?"
"Okay, I'm coming out," Lili said, interrupting Cami's existential quandary. Camila turned around to see the very...unique costume Lili had adorned herself in.
The blonde was wearing pink and black tights adorned with hearts and skulls. She accessorized this with pink, reflective sunglasses, a leather jacket and a toy wrestling championship belt.
"What are you supposed to be?" Cami asked. She was genuinely befuddled, but she had a good idea about what area she was coming from with the toy belt.
"I'm Bret Hart." Lili replied to a still very confused Camila. "The best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be?" The blank stare continued. "Multi-Time Intercontinental Champion? Multi-time WWF and WCW World Heavyweight champion? The Montreal Screwjob? The HITMAN!?"
"Look, I'm just gonna say you make a cute wrestler and leave it at that."
"Fine...but do you think he'll like it?"
"Who?"
"You know...."
"Oh my god, seriously?" Cami asked, trying to contain a laugh. "You are such a slut!"
"I am not!" Lili said, more than a little offended.
"Oh, yeah, pardon me. Oh wait, remind me, who blew the masked man in a high school gym? Oh wait, that was you! Being all slutty! Did I mention you didn't even know his name?"
"I know his name." Lili retorted. "It's Magnus Pain."
"Oh my god that is not a name!" Cami laughed. "Lili, face facts. You blew a guy who's face you've never seen and real name you don't know. And to me, that spells S-L-U..."
"Oh, like you've never had sex with a masked guy before."
"Yeah, but I knew their names!"
"Okay, you got me."
"Lils, come here." Lili came over, taking a seat on Camila's bed next to her. "I don't wanna be harsh. I mean yeah, I'm funny doing it but still. It's just...well, I mean, you're at the beck and call of some muscle bound dope, doing whatever he asks for. I don't like tha."
"Whoa whoa whoa," Lili said. If Camila was suggesting what she thought Camila was suggesting, then Lili was more than a little offended. "Is that what you think happened? He saw me, all doe-eyed and blonde, snapped his fingers and I blew him?"
"Well...yeah. You didn't give any details except blushing over the fact you blew a wrestler in a high school gym."
"Okay, first of all Cami, it was a bingo hall, not a high school gym. Secondly, I made every single move. I walked up to him, pushed him against the wall, shushed him, and had my fun. Then left him stunned, saying I'd see him next time." Lili was blushing again, the memory of it all crystal clear, turning her on more than just a little.
"So, just so we're clear," Cami said, standing up and pacing. "You made every single move. You surprised a stranger who's real name you don't even know and blew him, swallowed, and left him wondering what the Hell just happened?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"What part of that doesn't scream 'slut'?"
Lili paused. Camila was right. "Okay...I'm a little bit of a slut."
"I'll take that as a victory. I have a question though."
"What is it?"
"Is this just fun to you? Or are you looking for something a bit more? Because if this is just kind of a crush thing, I'd let the guy know, just to be fair. I mean, if your intent is purely a fun fucky buddy and he wants more, just lay it out there to be fair."
"Cami, I blew him. I think he knows what this is."
"Does he? You ask him? And honestly, did you even ask yourself?"
Lili honestly couldn't respond. She hadn't done either. Blowing Magnus was spur of the moment...but it wasn't something she normally did. It felt right in the moment. It was right in the moment. But what if there was more? Did she want it? Did Magnus?
*******
It wasn't very often that Jesse found himself skipping a meal but being extremely okay with it. However, when he got a text from Victoria Justice to come by her and Peyton's dorm, he couldn't just say no.
In the short time he'd known her, Jesse had found Victoria to be a lot of fun to hang out with. Funny; smart, amazing in bed and a big time, true blue, died in the wool believer in casual sex. Not that was the only reason he'd found himself hanging out with her a lot in the past couple weeks. He found her all around to just be better company than either Paul or Matt. The sex was just the best bonus that ever was.
When he arrived at the door, any thoughts of hunger had passed. Two knocks and Victoria answered the door.
"Hey!" she said, dressed fully in her Halloween costume.
"Sexy Beetlejuice?"
"Good eye. Come in." He walked in to see that the room seemed to be in the middle of some kind of cleaning session, air sprays and such scattered about.
"Spring cleaning for Halloween?"
"No, just disinfecting the fuck stank I came in to. I think your buddy got in my roommates pants a bit earlier than expected."
"Oh," Jesse said, more than a little wounded. "He pushed his usually schedule up. Weird. You called me up to help clean up?"
"Kinda. See, in my experience the only way to cover up evil fuck stank is with good fuck stank." She smiled, her tongue snaking out and licking her darkly shaded lips before she walked up to Jesse, planting a kiss on his lips. "Let's get you ready."
Victoria slid to her knees, her hands already at work pulling down Jesse's pants. He moaned as she fondled and toyed with his cock. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she felt him harden in her hand. Victoria loved that feeling. Whether it was in her hand or her mouth, something about the feeling of a cock getting rock hard made her wetter than a rainstorm.
Of course, Jesse was enjoying himself as well. Even with just her hands, Victoria knew all the right moves and he loved every single one of him. Her nails tickling and teasing his balls while her other handle slowly pumped him, twisting as it jerked. She ran her thumb in circles right under his cock head, smiling with her tongue between her teeth as he shivered.
"Mmmm, I think you're ready," Victoria said. Jesse looked down, hungry for the tactile sensation as well as the visual treat of a woman as beautiful as Victoria hungrily sucking his cock.
The wait wasn't too long for both desires to be sated. Victoria's brown eyes looked up at him, feeding his own fire while her mouth through gasoline on the fire. Jesse threw his head back as Victoria sucked him. Her tongue slithered and snaked on his cock while she teased and tugged at his balls.
"Fuuuck, suck it Vic...oh fuck that's it," he moaned. It took all the willpower he had not to start bucking and thrusting into her mouth, but he knew Victoria wasn't a fan of that unless she gave the clear okay. Right now, Victoria was having too much fun playing with her prey and Jesse was enjoying himself far too much to care about the role he was playing.Her Halloween make-up added a bit to it, he couldn't deny. Victoria took Jesse's cock in to the root, deep throating the man, loving the reaction it got from him, his fists tightening, his knuckles turning white. All from her. Victoria moved back, catching her breath as Jesse's cock, shiny and slick with her spit jutted out, hard and pulsing. She leaned forward, giving it a long lick from base to tip, ending it with flciking her tongue just on the underside before wrapping her lips just on the head.
"Holy FUCK!!" Jesse cried out, Victoria's attack of pure pleasure driving him nuts, almost to the brink, but not quite yet. Victoria knew when to stop. Besides, she didn't want to finish him off with her mouth, not today. Victoria pulled her mouth away and got to her feet. She smirked at Jesse then turned around, dropping and stepping out of her striped pants and bending over ever so invitingly over her bed. She thought she knew exactly what Jesse would do next. She was surprised.
"Oh!" she moaned as Jesse's mouth was away her pussy. Victoria would have bet cold hard cash that after that blow job he would have jumped right to fucking her. She wasn't disappointed in being wrong. Rather, the longer he went at it, the more surprise left her body and the more pleasure replaced it. She reached around, pushing his face deeper to her cunt, grinding against him as Jesse ate her out.
"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck yes..." she hissed. "Eat my fucking cunt...fucking eat it....shit...eat it baby..."
Jesse wrapped his arms around Victoria's waist, pulling her even closer to him as she snacked on her cunt. Hearing her moans, her filthy talk, it was more than enough to let him know it was time for the real action.
Still behind her, he rose to his feel, one hand on his hip the other grasping his cock. He lined himself up and with one thrust was inside Victoria.
"OH, FUCK YES!" she shouted. "That's what I fucking wanted! FUCK!!" Jesse held her hips tight, going full speed right from the start. Victoria was bent over, her back arched in that perfect way as she braced herself with the bottom posts of her bed. Jesse slapped Victoria's lovely ass, making the Puerto Rican sexpot yelp with delight, then let his hand glide up to her shoulder. Victoria promptly ditched her striped jacket, leaving her only in a black bra. Jesse reached around, pulling the cups down eagerly groping Victoria's breasts.
"Yeah...yeah that's right Jesse...feel my body....feel it baby...inside and out....fuck...fuck me...give it all to me..." Victoria hunger head down, a low moan erupting from her mouth as Jesse agave her a few deep and hard thrusts, swiveling his hips with every strong movement.
Victoria licked her lips, rolling her head back, a drunk's smile on her face as the pleasure drowned her. IN her daze, her body slowly but sure giving to a sure to come orgasmic eruption, a delightful idea entered her head: the first treat of Halloween for her and Jesse both.
"Fuck my ass." she said. "Don't question it, just fuck my ass."
"Is that what you want?" Jesse tauntingly asked, slapping her ass. "Want this cock up your ass, Vic?"
Victoria looked over her shoulder, grabbed Jesse by his shirt and tugged his face to her, savagely kissing him, biting his bottom lip as it broke. "What did I say about questions?"
Jesse gave her a grin, licked her lips, then withdrew his cock from her pussy and pressed the slick head right against her back door.
Victoria took a deep breath, relaxed and let out a pleased sigh as Jesse's cock popped in her back door. Her hand pressed against his stomach, signalling for him to stop, just long enough for her to get used to the intrusion. After a few, breathless moment, she withdrew her hand and braced herself once more.
Jesse leaned over, kissing her shoulder as he slowly built up his pace. "Fuck you're tight."
"Mmmmm fuck," Victoria sighed. "So big in my ass....fuck I love it....mmmmmmm, fuck my ass...fuck...make me cum with your cock up my ass...."
Jesse kissed the nape of her neck and moved his hand to her clit, frigging the aroused nub as he began to really fuck her ass. Victoria's moans began to get desperate, she was starving for that climax. She needed it and there was no doubt it was coming, but ti seemed miles and miles away.
"Cum for me Vic....cum with this dick in you baby....fucking cum..."
"Mmmm I'm gonna cum...gonna cum for you!" she desperately cried. "I want to you to shoot in my ass when I cum...I fucking need you too! Fuck...fuck FUCKKK CUMMMMING!!!!"
Victoria went rigid, her asshole clamping down hard on Jesse's dick as her orgasm rocked her body and triggered Jesse's. And Jesse fulfilled Victoria's request, shooting his load up her ass, which made Victoria's orgasm even stronger. She loved the way it felt when a man came in her ass, gave her orgasm just the right edge.
The two collapsed forward on Victoria's bed, Jesse giving her ass a few more pumps before pulling his exhausted cock from it. He rolled off of her and Victoria rolled to her back. Both were smiling in a post-orgasm haze.
"Fuck..." laughed Victoria. "Mmmmm shit, Jess...that's a high bar set for tonight."
"I don't think I can move my legs." he replied.
"You're welcome." joked Victoria. "No rush though. I'm certainly not going to be able to operate heavy machinery for a bit."
"So...what are your Halloween plans?"
"Sorority party. Which ever one it is now. Apparently Taylor Swift's is back on and the other one is off. I don't know. Where ever the booze and dudes are."
"Sounds like a plan, need some accompaniment to help weed out the real dirtballs from the regular ones?"
"Sure," Victoria said, leaning on her side. "Besides, that way I get a sure fire lay no matter what goes down." She winked at him then sat up. "We're taking a shower. You wash my back, I'll wash yours. And note, that's not a question."
"Duly noted."
*******
"This seems like a fancy place for a business meeting," Paul said. Reggie had been building him up about his 'great lucrative' meeting since they both had taste of what Krista Allen had to offer than sprayed her with what they had to offer.
For the most part, Paul had thought it was all bullshit. But he also witnessed Reggie go through money like it was tissue paper. He had to get the money from somewhere. There was no harm is going along for the ride simply to learn where this money came from. In all likelihood, it was just slinging drugs to eager Freshmen. Still, this apartment building he was heading into...it was a bit on the posh side of things for a simple dealer.
The two entered the building, the doorman giving neither any issue as they headed for the elevators. Reggie whipped out a keycard and placed it against a scanner. An elevator opened instantly and the two walked in.
"Okay, here's the cool part," Reggie grinned. "Not the coolest part, but pretty cool." He took out a key and stuck it in a slot among the buttons in the elevator. He turned it, and it went up. "Exclusive as fuck."
"And this is your place?" Paul asked. "Seriously? You're not blowing the dude who owns it?"
"I don't blow anyone, I GET blown." replied Reggie. "But no, technically it's not my place. This belongs to my business partner."
"Ooookay." After a quick ride up the door open to a small hallway with a few doors spread far apart. The exclusive level. Reggie pressed a button at the door.
"Yes?" a female voice asked.
"It's Reggie."
"You have a new prospect?" the voice said.
"No, potential business partner."
"Oh god, again?"
"Look, at least meet him."
"Fine." A buzz and a click, the door opened and the two walked in.
"Your partner sounds like a ray of fuckin' sunshine," Paul said. "What business are you two In exactly? And why would I be a partner?"
"To answer your first question," The female voice said. It was now attached to a sexy, if not a tiny bit skanky, red headed woman, walking down the stairs of the penthouse apartment. "I'm in the business of pleasure. Reggie here is my associate. As for your second, I don't have a clue. So maybe Reggie here has some way of enlightening us both as to what exactly he brought you here for and prey he isn't wasting my time."
"Okay, okay, tough crowd," Reggie said. "How about we all just have a seat and I can talk about my proposal."
"Fair enough." the woman said. "Wouldn't want to be rude to the guest I didn't invite. You Reggie, aren't making that easy. How about you introduce us?"
"Yeah! Yeah sure. So, Paul Simmons, this is Bella Thorne." Bella extended her hands and Paul shook it, soflty but firmly, making Bella smirk.
"Pleasure to meet you Paul," said Bella. "Nice grip."
"Pleasure's all mine Bella." Paul.
"Well, not yet but the day's still young." Reggie, oblivious to the obvious flirting going on right in front of him, led the two to sit down near the coffee table.
"Okay, so I bet you're both wondering why Paul is here."
"Yeah, the question entered my mind," Paul said.
"Ditto," added Bella. "My business is perfectly fine with the employees I have. No offense but I don't see myself branching out to include clientele that would like Paul services."
"That's not what I'm talking about." replied Reggie. "Okay, Paul here is studying law, business and entertainment."
"And I already have a lawyer," said Bella. She turned her attention to Paul. "Everything I do is on the level. Turns out the IRS doesn't care where your income comes from as long as you pay taxes. And I'm all on the level. I file as an entertainment provider. Which is technically true. I LOVE technicalities, don't you?"
"Big fan." replied Paul.
"Uh huh, yeah, I know you have a lawyer babe, but that's not why he's here. He studying that work for his dad, who's in the music biz. Paul here has contacts."
"Really?" Bella looked back at Paul, more intrigued than she had been already by his looks. "How major are we talking about?"
"The kind of major where if they get caught cheating their wife drops an album all about it." replied Paul.
"Nice," Bella laughed. "You did good Reggie." Bella now shifted her attention completely to Paul.
"Here's the deal. You hook my girls up with these connections, you get a cut. That simple. Now, these girls get a majority of it, their the ones taking the dick. They get seventy percent, I get twenty, you get ten. That's the deal, no negotiation. Now, in addition to your ten percent, you'll also get any of my girls, any time you want. Now, the caveat there is they can't be booked otherwise and they have to say yes. You force yourself on 'em, you're out and the cops will want to have a word with you. Don't fuck with the madame who's personal clientele includes the mayor, the chief of police, and several high powered and decorated members of our police force. And I guarantee they love my mouth, pussy and ass on demand a lot more than any money you can throw their way. The only other rules is you do not mess with my competition. There's a respect and truce there. You can fuck her girls, I can get you a discount, no harm no fould. But do not try to poach her talent or force yourself. Otherwise, you'd be surprised how similar the punishment is. Am I understood?"
"Crystal clear, Ms. Thorne." Paul said, returning the smirk Bella had given him earlier.
"Call me Bella," she said. "I'm not running an office. I'm a madame and a whore, and I'm damn good at both. You're an associate, and associates call me Bella. But, if you don't feel comfortable with that arrangement I have a great little icebreaker."
Bella slid from the couch to her knees, then looked to the two men. "Stand up and pants down."
Paul and Reggie stood up, Reggie grinning ear to ear. Both men dropped there pants, the sight of their cocks making Bella lick her lips.
"Really nice work bringing Paul by Reg." Bella said. She grasped both men by their cocks and started pumping. They grunted into approval of Bella's skilled handiwork. "Very nice." She winked at Paul, something Reggie missed as his eyes were shut from Bella's skilled handjob.
Her eyes locked on Paul's as her mouth opened. She licked the tip of of his cock then wrapped her lips around the head, softly sucking before taking him in her mouth.
"Damn," Paul groaned. With one hand on hisballs and Bella's other still pumping Reggie, all the work on his cock was being done solo by Bella's mouth, and she was more than up to the challenge. Every movement of her tongue, the teasing her did with her teeth, taking him to the root...a ll perfectly timed, all deftly done. Bella was a pro and loved showing it off. It got her off more than a little, and Paul could tell.
"Mmm babe," Reggie said. "How 'bout I get some of that action?"
"Heh, he is so impatient," she winking at Paul. She kissed his cock before moving over to Reggie, taking his cock deep into her throat on the first time.
"Ugh, fuck yes Bella!" Reggie cried out. Her grasped her head, fingers coursing through her red locks as her began to fuck her throat. "Yeah...yeah fucking take it bitch...uh yeah..."
Paul had to admit, he was getting a kick out of watching. Bella gave him the pro treatment now he got to see it. Bella might have been taken by surprise by the sudden face fucking Reggie was supplying but she adapted quickly, a Hellish fire in her eyes that if Reggie had seen he might have been scared off by the intensity of.
Reggie pulled out of Bella's mouth, a long string of saliva connecting the tip of his rod to her mouth. She gasped for air then grasped the two cocks, bringing them centimeters away from her mouth.
"I'm gonna suck you both at the same time," she said. Bella wasn't asking, she was declaring. Before Reggie could say a word of pause, she took them both in her mouth, her tongue dancing on the hard, fleshy rods in her mouth as they jousted. Bella's eyes went to Paul, completely unphased by the action. She liked that. Then she looked to Reggie, who was clearly a bit...conflicted to say the least. Clearly enjoying the feeling of sharing the same hot, wet space with another cock but not being comfortable with enjoying it. Bella REALLY liked that.
Bella pulled back, jacking both slick cocks, a happy and sexy sneer on her face.She looked over to Reggie. "Go lay on the couch," she said to him. Reggie scrambled over, almost tripping over his pants. Bella then looked at Paul. "You're gonna fuck me while I suck him off."
"How come I don't get first crack at that pussy?" Reggie asked.
"Because you ask dumb fucking questions like that." Bella replied. She smirked at Paul before bending over and taking Reggie into her mouth, any of his questions about who goes first melting away as she began to suck him off once more. Paul jacked his cock as he approached Bella from behind, hypnotized by her tight apple bottom, his eyes going from her glistening slit to her puckered little asshole. "Next on the menu." He said to himself as he thrust himself I Bella's cunt, making the redhead groan over Reggie's cock.
"Fuck this is tight pussy..." Paul groaned. He was more than a little shocked that a woman who openly said she was a whore had this much tread on the tire. Something told Paul that fucking this fine pussy was just the beginning of the fun.
"Mmmm, fuck that's good dick." Bella replied. "Fuck that fucking cunt." Paul began to slam into her, loud moans escaping from her mouth. Then her eyes turned right to Reggie who was jacking off to the scene. In one fluid motion, she took him to the root, Reggie arching his back up as Bella deep-throated him. "Nnnngfuuuuck," Reggie growled. He reached down and grasped Bella's head, skull fucking her while Paul pounded her from behind.
Bella was being used. She knew it. Hell, she got off on it to a degree other side she wouldn't be in the business she was in. But Reggie...he was reveling in it. Making a show of it to look like a bigger man than he was. That was something Bella did not like. Reggie was forgetting his place. Paul, not so much. He seemed a bit too confident to give a shit. He was fucking a hot slut, and that was good enough for him.
If Paul knew what Bella's summation of him was, he'd happily agree. The fact she was also being a nasty slut was a nice big cherry on top, considering the rather vanilla romp he'd had with Peyton earlier. The fact that he didn't even think Bella was even approaching her full filth factor turned him on even more.
Paul's grip on her hips tightened and his pace increased. Bella removed her mouth from Reggie's cock and through her head back. She cried out "OH FUCK YEESSSS!!!"
"Yeah, you like that fuckin' cock don't you?"
"Unng just keep fucking going," growled Bella. "Pull my fucking hair." Paul grabbed and wrapped a handful of her red locks around his hand and yanked back, hard. Bella let out a cry mixed with a laugh as she was yanked back. Her head was turned to it's side, Paul extended his tongue and Bella hers. The two were licking at each other before hungrily kissing.
All the while Reggie watched, stroking his cock. He wanted to be part of the action, but he also couldn't deny he got a kick out of watching Bella get fucked. He used to get the show whenever he wanted until Bella find out he was recording. That got him in some deep shit, but he still got some pussy whenever he wanted. If not from her, than the girls who worked for her...not that she needed to know about that.
"Ung harder," bellowed Bella. "Fucking ram me..and choke me...oh fuck treat me like the whore I am!" Paul's hand wrapped around Bella's neck, tightening just the right amount to make Bella gasp in the best way possible while his other went to her tits, playing and tweaking with her nipples.
"My turn," Reggie said, now tired of being a spectator.
"Sure thing!" Bella said, pulling away from Paul but making sure to give him a huge kiss. She walked back over to Reggie, then turned to face Paul.
She grasped Reggie's cock and straddled, him, sinking onto his rod while she stared out Paul. "Come here," she said as Reggie began to fuck her cunt hard. "I wanna taste my cunt on your fucking cock."
"I think I can swing that." Paul said. He walked over to Bella and fed her his cock, his moan joining Reggie's in a chorus of lustful pleasure as she hungrily devoured Paul's pecker.
"Awww fuck yeah, Bella!" croaked Reggie. "Take these fucking cocks!" Her thrust up in her, the happy whore yelping as he cunt was filled by his dick.
"Take those fucking cocks?" she thought to her self, a smile forming on her mouth as it cried out for more. "Maybe I will."
She trained her eyes back to Paul and verbalized that idea. "I think I got room for one more in the chamber," she said. "Do it!"
"Well, all right," Paul said, his grin just as wide as Bella's. Before Reggie could say anything Paul was in Position. Bella had stopped movement as Paul prepared his entrance.
"OHHHH FUUUUCKKK!" Bella yelled. "YES! FUCK!! YES!!! FUCK ME WITH THOSE FUCKING COCKS!!!!"
"Oh fuck yeah!" Paul growled. "Two cocks in your fucking pussy...dirty fucking whore."
"You fuckin' know it." replied Bella, she and Paul kissed again. "Fuck, I love this...."
"Oh fuck this is hot," Reggie said, meekly giving in to the pleasure of sharing Bella's cunt. He'd never even thought about that kind of thing before. Hell, sharing her mouth had kind of shook him and he'd already done that last week with the big titted Krista Allen and Paul. He couldn't deny it, though it felt fucking amazing.
"Ohhhhhh, shit this is tiiight," she hissed, her body tense and loose all at the same time. Bella was feeling it all..and she knew it wasn't over yet. No...the fire had only started.
"Pull out." she said to Paul, a tinge of regret in her voice. Once he had done as she asked, Bella changed position, now facing Reggie. "Now, stick that fucking cock up my ass."
Bella's mouth went to Reggie's silencing his upcoming question about why he couldn't be the first in her ass with a kiss. The kiss broke and Bella froze in place while Paul worked his cock into her ass, Bellaa sighing with a big grin as his cock made it's way up her sphincter.
"Oh god that's so fucking good." She said. "Oh fuck I need to be filled like this more often...."
"I think I can help you with that." Paul joked, kissing her shoulder as he began to thrust. "Any time you want."
"Fffuuck, I'll hold you to that." Bella replied. It didn't take Paul and Reggie long to build up a good, hard and fast rhythm in Bella. Good, hard, and fast was exactly how Bella wanted sex like this, along with the adjective filthy. Bella was in whore heaven as the men took her holes. Reggie had to grin to himself as he felt her nails digging into his shoulders, and the look of utter depraved lust on Bella's face as her ass and pussy were both taken at the same time. It couldn't get much better than this, not to Reggie. Bella on the other hand? Well, she of course wanted to up the ante.
"Both of you, pull out." Soon,her asshole and pussy were vacant. Bella reached for Reggie's cock and lined it up with her ass, letting his hard rod enter.
"Fuck yeah!" Reggie said, eagerly thrusting in Bella's well fucked ass. He was enjoying his solo time, not knowing it was going to be all that long solo experience.
"Paul, why don't you join Reggie up my ass?" A near breathless Bella demanded via question.
"Well, if you insist..." Replied Paul. Once again Bella's movement stopped and Paul got in position, pushing forward until he was sharing space up Bella's ass with Reggie. It didn't take long for either to start thrusting again and for Bella to start howling out in pleasure.
"FUCK! FUCK MY ASS! FUCKING STRETCH THAT WHORE ASS, YOU SONS OF BITCHES!! FUUUUCK GAAAAH YESS!!!" Bella was as dick-drunk as she'd ever been as the two men took her ass, going faster and faster, the sensations driving the trio completely up the wall in the best way possible. At the pace they were going, orgasms were on the way for each member of this threesome of filth.
"OHHHHHH, FUCK I'M CUMMING!!" Cried Bella, convulsing and shaking as the fiercest orgasm she'd had in a while rocked her body. And her body's reactions took their toll on the men, her convulsing and clamping holes sapping any resistance they had left.
"Oh fuck, cumming!" Paul cried.
"Fuck, me too!"
"Face, NOW!!" Bella demanded. Paul and Reggie both gave a few more thrusts into her ass before pulling out, Bella getting to her knees the moment her ass was vacated. Almost to the moment her knees hit the floor, both men unloaded on her face, covering it and filling her open mouth with two gigantic loads of hot, white cum.
"Oooohhh fuck, Bella." Paul moaned. "Fuck..." He used his cock to clear the cum from her eyes, bringing it to her mouth to suck it clean, which she eagerly did. "I think this is the first the first step in a long and fruitful partnership.
"I can't help but agree." she replied.
"What'd I tell ya man?" Reggie asked, a strange pride beaming from him. "Does my bitch know how to fuck fuck or what?"
And that was the straw that broke the whore's back. Bella stood up, eye to eye with Reggie and grabbed his still sensitive cock, and grabbed it hard.
"Let's get one thing straight," Bella said. "Something you seem to have forgotten. I am not your bitch. You are mine. I'm the boss, you're the bitch boy. DO we understand each other?"
"Y-yes Bella," Reggie grimaced.
"Then say it. Say you're my bitch."
"I'm your bitch."
"Good boy." Bella let go of Reggie's dick then grabbed his clothes. "Put them on, get out and do whatever it is I pay you for. I'm gonna clean up and show Paul how I run things now that the getting to know you phase is over."
Bella through the clothes at Reggie who scrambled to get them on and was soon out of the apartment. Bella then turned to Paul.
"Good," she said. "Now, we get down to business."
******
"Okay, so this is the match," said Alison Brie. She was sitting outside the student union snack bar with Jake and Jose. "Okay, so me and Gill are gonna tear it all down. I'm talking weapons, blood, the works. You two and her guys are going to be good little lumberjacks until I kick one of her guys in the balls. Then he's going to push me and then it gets really crazy."
"How crazy?" Jake asked.
"Well, for starters, Gillian specifically told me you're putting her through a barb wire table. No if, ands or buts. Then Jose here is going to go for a 450 splash but all he's going to meet is a flaming steel chair to the stomach."
"Do I get a say in this?" asked Jose.
"Not really. But don't worry about it. I'm gonna break a two by four across both her guys then hit her with that same chair, and that's the match. Then we do an old school, nWo-style beat down on them until "security" comes to pull us away."
As Alison continued breaking down the Halloween night match that was in the trio's future, Jake noticed Lili Reinhart and Camila Mendes approaching them. Not just walking in their direction, but RIGHT toward the table the three were sitting at.
"Oh shit." He said. "Oh shit...it's her."
"What?" Alison asked. Jose then looked behind them, and a grin crossed his face.
"It's that chick who blew him last month. The one he's a moron for."
"Oh shit Jake, you still haven't told her?" a very exasperated Alison asked. "And I swear to god Jose if you do anything to embarrass Jake I will do everything in my power to make sure you get jobbed out to James Ellsworth when he comes to town so whip that grin off of your face before I do it for you."
"Fine, party pooper."
Alison rolled her eyes at Jose then went back to Jake. "Okay, Jake, honey, forget about any and all bullshit Jose said to fuck with you. Forget anything I said when I found out. You like this girl and clearly she fucking likes you. So...tell her who was under that mask. Tell her who Magnus Pain really is."
"Yeah, but what if she only likes Magnus? Hell, what if she's furious at me for not saying who I was when it happened."
"Sweetie, it doesn't sound like she gave you a chance to say anything," Alison said. "And frankly, when you're in the middle of an orgasm it's hard for me to think of my own name when I have an encyclopedia of expletives rushing through my brain. So, if she's coming over here then tell her."
"Yeah, and if she is mad at least you got some great head out of the deal," Jose added in."
"Oh my GOD, that is not helping!" said Alison. "Shush it, Brimstone."
Before Alison could get in another word, Lili and Cami had stopped at the table and Jake had frozen up.
"Jake, I've actually been looking for you." Lili said.
"Yeah, and I've been tagging along because I literally had nothing better to do," added Cami. "No offense to you Jake the hot big guy or your super hot brunette friend with a rack to die for. But a little offense to the yappy dog."
"Oh haha."
Alison looked over at Jose, more than a little stunned. "Oh, 'ha ha'? Really? That the best you got?"
"Well, it was short notice and she's all evil and shit."
"Uh huh. So I'm Alison Brie, and I'm friends with the hot big guy and the yappy dog. You must be the super sexy devil woman Camila."
"That I am." replied Cami. "And I thought Jake here only had eyes for Lili."
"Cami!" Lili interjected.
"Don't worry, that was how Jose described you."
"Alison!" yelped Jose.
"Well, isn't that just adorable?" Cami smiled.
"Okay, before this gets even more awkward," said Lili. "Jake, I lost your number. I got a new phone during the break, and I had no way to get your number on the new one. I was hoping to get it so you could help me out with chemistry again. My current partner is smart but kind of a dud in communicating. You made it fun. And I thought in exchange I could help you with your English Lit stuff if you're still studying it."
"Uhhh yeah, sure." Jake said. "Um, when do you want to start?"
"Sunday would be good. I already have Halloween plans."
"Yeah, she has a hot date," Cami added. She spotted a slight wounded look on Jake's face when she said that, making her feel a bit sorry for the guy. The longer she looked at his face though, the more it reminded her of someone.
"I don't have ANY date." Lili said. "I just have plans. But Sunday I'm totally free. So, can you help?"
"Sure. I have plans too. We all three do. Gonna do some...stuff."
"Oh, well cool." Lili responded. "So, uh, here's my number. Shoot me a text and we'll work it out from there."
"Yeah, sure." He replied. And with that, she and Cami walked away.
"She's into you. Tell her," Alison said. "Trust me, I can tell."
"And if not I think you could get that Cami chick in the sack," Jose chimed in.
"And you're still not helping," Alison said. "Besides, we can all tell that you're the one who wants to fuck Camila. It's obvious."
"Oh, it is so not obvious I want to jump in bed with the hot brunette who can talk like no one's business....wait, let me rephrase that."
"Okay, on Sunday I'll ask her out. Right now though, we have a heavy duty hardcore match to plan, so let's focus on that."
While those three continued planning their bloody weekend, Cami and Lili continued on themselves.
"You should totally get with muscle dude," Cami said. "He's into you, you're into him. It's perfect."
"What? No," Lili said. "I mean, yeah he's cute, but I might be seeing someone already."
"Someone's name you don't even know and who's face you never seen but hey, you could pick his cock out of a line up."
"Hey, be nice. Besides, you just want me to go out with Jake so I can hook you up with his friend."
"The yappy dog? Puh and lease. Put them together and you get PLEASE, are you kidding!?"
"Nope. I know you and I know when you give someone that much shit you're probably at least a little in to them."
"Well, you're way off." Cami said. She hoped it would end there, but she did have a back up plan to try and change the subject. "I think I've seen Jake somewhere before."
"Yeah, last week on campus."
"No, outside of school. There's something familiar about him. I can't place but I swear to god I recognize him from somewhere. Same with Jose."
"Don't you mean the yappy dog?" Lili joked. "Probably recognize him from a past life where you two were in a heated, passionate affair."
"It's time like this I'm reminded why I was a loner for most of my life..."
"Oh, you love it when I'm the one who gets a one up sometimes. If you were always the queen it'd be boring for you."
"True. But now, we stop yapping and go get some food." Lili agreed and the two headed to the dining commons. Still, Cami couldn't quite shake her feelings that she had definitely seen Jake somewhere before...and that maybe Lili was right about the yappy dog known as Jose Heyman.
*****
"Okay, so I'm thinking we go to the party for a few hours, then go on the hunt for easily satisfied women." Matt said. He and Jesse were on their way to the student store to meet up with Victoria. Well, Jesse was. Matt tagged along in the hopes that he could get in Victoria's pants somehow.
"You mean your usual type?" Jesse said. "Come on, there's going to be plenty of opportunities for you to make an ass of yourself in front women at the actual party. And probably one of them will find it endearing."
"True, but she'll probably also be at the party."
"Really? You're going to let the whole Demi thing effect your Halloween?"
"First off, do not say the damned one's name. And secondly, would you want to see her after what she did?"
"Someone got her drunk and took advantage," Jesse curtly said. "You know this."
"I know that what she claims happened." Matt replied. Just thinking about Demi made him furious. The nerve she had to be anywhere he was, after what she let happen. Just thinking about it was bad enough. Then, it got worse. There she was, siting on a bench outside the store. Matt couldn't have that. He broke away from Jesse, who knew immediately what he was going to do. Matt made it to the bench, and the moment Demi saw him, the smile she was wearing faded. Fortunately for her, Jesse pulled him away.
"Leave. Now." Jesse said. "Before you do something stupid."
"She should be the one to leave, dumb fucking slut."
"She was here first. Stop being an obsessive dick hole and leave."
"Yeah, fine. Gonna have to sweep Victoria off her feet and in my bed some other time." Matt began to walk away, then turned back one last time, looking directly at Demi. "I sincerely hope I don't see you around, you fucking skank." With that, he walked off, leaving Demi on the verge of tears.
"Demi, I am so sorry," Jesse said. "I didn't think...I'm sorry."
"It's all right," she said, wiping away a tear. "I should have known I was going to have to deal with this. And let's be honest we both know when he's pissed no one can really contain him. He's always had a bad temper."
"And he shouldn't take it out on you. Let me tell him what happened that night."
"No. I...I don't want him to know what his 'friend' did. And as both his and my friend, I expect you to keep that promise you made me, okay?"
"Okay," Jesse said. "I don't like it. But I also never could say no to you."
"I know." Demi said with a smile. "Be thankful I never used that for more insidious means." She picked up her bag, hugged Jesse and walked off.
It really tore Jesse up to see her like this. She didn't deserve this. He also couldn't defend how Matt was displaying his anger. At the the same time, he had a promise to keep, even it was to protect someone he was seeing less and less as a friend these days.
******
After an uneventful few days, Thursday had rolled around and that meant Peter had to meet up with Sabrina and Hailee to watch each other's short films. Peter's plan was to meet up early with Sabrina at her dorm room, since they both had early days with their last classes ending well before noon. Before he went to Sabrina's, Peter had to pick up a hard drive of his that had his two latest shorts. The only issue was Selena was the one who had it. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Selena. It was more that he hadn't at all, not really. If he saw her, she seemed to willingly be ignoring him for her new guy, Reggie. He wasn't jealous or spurned. He knew that much. As much as he thought he was in love with Selena, he knew he wasn't dating her. But, he did think they were friends. They'd lived next door to each other since kindergarten. Yet she always did this with a new guy. He was number one in her life and Peter was de-ranked to somewhere around number three hundred twelve.
This though, he hoped, wouldn't be an issue. All he had to do was pick up his hard drive. Selena even made it easier by saying she;d leave it at the sorority house with Taylor if she had to leave early. Which was why he was heading there instead of her dorm room. After a short walk from his class to the sorority house, he saw Reggie Fisk sitting on the porch.
"Well, isn't that adorable?" Reggie said. "The lovesick puppy."
"Well, isn't that amazing." replied Peter. "A talking primate."
"Oh, funny guy. Too bad funny doesn't get you the pussy you want. You know, the pussy I get to fuck."
"Uh huh, cute." This was every interaction he'd had with Reggie. He'd never even met him before last week,but he was coming out swinging with this stuff. Which lead Peter to believe Selena was being really honest with her thoughts with Reggie. "I'm just here to pick up something from Selena."
"Yeah, that's nice. I'm here to actually pick her up though, and I don't want you here. I don't think she does either."
"That's fine." Peter replied. "I just need my hard drive and I'm gone."
"Well, how about you're not getting it until I say so?" Reggie got up and began to walk down the stairs.
"How about I don't give a fuck what you say?" Peter stood his ground, dropping his back pack. "How about I go in that house, get the one thing I came for and leave you well behind me, where you belong."
"What if I don't let that happen?"
"Then I guess you don't have a choice, Reggie."
"Oh, I am gonna enjoy this." And he was. Reggie had a LOT of pent up anger because of Bella. Fucking Selena was nice, but he had an edge on him that hadn't gone away.
"And I am going to enjoy calling the cops on you," said Taylor Swift. "Not on you Peter. I like you. On you though...I'm REALLY going to enjoy it Reggie."
"Hey Taylor," Peter said. "By any chance did Selena leave my hard drive with you?"
"Yeah, I got it in the den. Come on in and get it. You? You go and wait on the curb with the rest of trash or I press this little button on my phone and call the campus police."
"Why does he get to go in but I don't?"
"Because I know him. I like him. I know you. And I despise you. I don't care if you're dating my best friend, you're trash and I don't take that in the house. I take it out."
"You really think you're hot shit, don't you Swift?" Reggie asked with a sneer.
"Honey, I don't think it, I know it. Now, move your tough guy wannabe ass aside so the person who I want in the house can come in. Selena will be out shortly to meet with you and hopefully reject her recent poor choices."
"I am going to take you down, bitch." Reggie said as he headed towards the curb. "Just wait and see."
"Oh, I'm sure." she responded. "Trust me, you won't be the first to try."
Peter picked his backpack up and walked past Reggie, the two exchanging dirty looks. He then entered the sorority house, with Taylor following soon after.
"Jesus, Selena sure knows how to pick 'em." Taylor said before flopping down on the couch.
"Tell me about it." Peter replied. "I've got a good two decades of experience in her bad dating choices."
"I'm sure there's not a hint of jealousy in that at all." Taylor crossed her legs and smirked. She did like Peter but she also had no issue prodding him a bit on a sensitive subject.
"Maybe a little." He replied. "Is it sad that I'm used to this?"
"Big time." said Taylor. "It'd be even sadder if you were WAITING for her, waiting for her...but we both know that's not the case, don't we?"
"Oh god, no." He replied. "I may have it bad but not that bad." The two shared a quick glance packed full of heat, a heat they experienced very intimately at one time.
"You do know she's never going to see you as anything more than a hanger on, right? I mean, she's been avoiding you like the plague, like she always does, when she has a guy. You're an emotional support blanket. And I'm not saying this just to be mean. I like you. I really do. But I'm also being flatly honest when I say that girl doesn't know what's good for her. Like you. So be smarter. Because she's not good for you."