"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."
"Yeah, I'm beginning to see that."
"See what?" asked Selena Gomez. She was descending the stairs, a duffel bag on her shoulder.
"See that I really need to be better at scheduling," Peter said. "I just came by for the hard drive."
"Oh yeah, I gave it to Taylor to give to you. Didn't think I was going to see you."
"And I believe that's my cue," Taylor said. She reached over the arm of the couch and grabbed a paper gift bag. "The drive is in there."
"Thanks." Peter said. He grabbed the bag and began to head out the door.
"Oh, and Peter," Taylor said. "Don't forget what we talked about. And be careful of the trash outside."
"Sure thing, Tay." Peter left the house without saying goodbye to Selena, something only Taylor seemed to notice.
"I always liked him," Taylor said.
"Yeah, Peter's nice," said Selena. "Have you seen Reggie?"
"Oh, he's outside with the rest of the trash."
"Seriously Taylor?"
"You can let him in your dorm room all you want but he is not stepping foot in this house. End of discussion."
"He's my boyfriend."
"I'm well aware, darling. And my sorority, my house, my rules. And rule number one is no men allowed in the house without my approval. Family excluded, of course. And Reggie...boy does he ever not have my approval."
"Fine. Be that way. I'm not breaking up with him," Selena said defiantly."
"Of course not, it's only the first week. He hasn't really treated you like garbage yet. Just your friends."
"Please, Peter can take it."
"It's funny how you know it's him Reggie gave shit to. You two really are besties, huh?"
"Okay, I'm leaving now before I get really mad. See ya." Selena stormed past Taylor, who was still smiling. Selena was her friend...but she just couldn't abide her stupid choices.
******
"Okay, in a couple hours these should both be uploaded to your YouTube page," said Sabrina. "So, we got some major league time to kill."
"Cool, so when does Hailee get here?" Peter asked.
"Not for a couple hours. Her last class gets out at like four or something. Then she's heading straight here." Sabrina got up from her seat at the computer and sat on her bed, right next to Peter. "Everything okay? You seem kinda down."
"Only because I didn't kick someone's ass like I wanted to."
"Oh, you wanted to go all John Woo on somebody?"
"Yeah, that Reggie guy from class. And no, not for the reason you think so don't roll your eyes. I was on my way to get my hard drive, he blocked my way and tried to start a fight with me. Kinda wish it hadn't been stopped before it started."
"Oh, righteous fisticuffs, I can dig it," Sabrina said. "Kinda sexy too, if I do say so."
"Is that a fact?" Peter turned to look Sabrina eye to eye, the petite blonde posture a bit more friendly than usual.
"Let me pitch you an idea. Some background. I think you're cute. And I've seen you check me out. And it's cool. It really is. And I like that you haven't hit on me. Keeps things friendly and professional. But I can't deny I'm attracted to you. Or to put it bluntly I think you're fucking hot."
"Same here."
"Great. So, here's my idea. How about we fuck like jack rabbits to kill some time? Not for any other reason but to do it. I mean, I want to. You've got the big green light screaming go...so go for it. No strings. No commitment. But, why not just have fun for the sake of it just being fun?"
Peter responded to Sabrina in the only logical way, he pulled her face to his and kissed her. And with that opening salvo, it was on. Their hands groped each others bodies, one shedding the others clothes as if it was a race to get each other naked. Once Sabrina's shirt was off, Peter laid her on the bed. His lips moved from her full lips to her bare breasts, delicately licking her nipples, kissing her breasts before moving down her stomach to her crotch. Sabrina was still wearing her skirt, but it wasn't as much an obstacle as her panties, which Peter quickly removed them and went to work. He massaged and kissed her thighs, slowly working up to her glistening slit.
Sabrina breathed deep as her moved up with his mouth, his fingers almost dancing on her flesh as his lips merged with the skin of her inner thighs. Soon she inhaled deep as his mouth finally got to his destination. "Ohhhh fuck," she hissed. Peter's fingers glided over her lips as his tongue began to lick and his fingers joined in. Sabrina's moans got louder the more Peter got into the moment. His tongue flicking her clit and his fingers softly pressing her lips together. Not too hard, but just enough pressure to give her shivers up her spine. Peter hooked his arms around her legs, pulling Sabrina closer as she dined on her pussy.
"Oh...oh yeah...mmm..." Sabrina moaned, She licked her lips while her hands caressed her own body. "Fuck, this is nice..."
"Just nice?" Peter asked.
"What, you have something better in mind?" Sabrina asked, her smile a tease if there ever was one. Peter grabbed her up in his arms and pinned Sabrina to the door. The petite blonde licked her lips before Peter entered her in one thrust. "Oh fuck, that's MUCH better!"
Sabrina's words were replaced with intense moans and the door creaking with every thrust. Sabrina and Peter lips and tongue met and collided hungrily. Sabrina's nails dug into his back, her desperate moans of pleasure were melodic tones in Peter's ear. Nothing was in his mind but the moment. Not even Selena. Peter grabbed Sabrina again and brought her back the bed. The blonde wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned up on her elbows. Peter grabbed her hips and wasted not a single second in regaining his fast and hard pace.
"Oh fuck yeah," Sabrina said. "Mmmmmmmm, keep fucking pounding that pussy...ohhhh fuuck yes..."
Peter's hand reached out to grab Sabrina's tits. They weren't what anyone would call huge, but Sabrina's petite form also had a drop dead gorgeous face, a great ass, and amazing legs making her a total package no mater what. Peter loved the way her tits felt in his hand, the tender flesh sweating in his palm. Peter's free hand went to Sabrina's clit, getting into action working her hot button ASAP.
"OoooooOOoohhh fuuuUUUUuuck you bastard." Sabrina moaned. Her eyes fluted a bit while her face betrayed a smile. "I'm gonna get you for that."
"I'm shaking," Peter said, berating a bit as he thrust into her.
"Oh, you will be." Sabrina grasped tightly onto the hand that was grasping her tits and began to pull herself to meet Peter's thrusts, all while wearing a grin so seductive and sinful she should have been wearing devil horns, "That's a promise."
"Oh shit." Peter growled. Sabrina's pussy contracted, almost milking Peter's cock and making him pause momentarily for the sensation.
"Toldja!" giggled Sabrina. "But don't stop now...mmmm keep fucking me....oh fuck, don't even think about stopping, Pete!"
Sabrina released his hands and then Peter surprised her by pulling out. "All fours," he said, motioning at Sabrina with her hands.
"Oooh, taking charge," said Sabrina. "I really like that." Sabrina got in position, wiggling her peachy ass while Peter got behind her.
Her ran his hand over her butt, giving it a firm but playful spank before pressing his cock against her sopping opening.
"Nnnnng," she moaned. "Don't tease...just please....OH!" Sabrina cried out as he entered her from behind. She turned her head, whipping her her back to give him a look of utter seduction, complete with a smile that dripped sex.
"Oh...ugh...Sabrina." Peter gasped. He had a firm grip on her hips and took her hard and fast, and if her moans and pleads for more were anything to go by Sabrina was more than happy with this.
"Jesus Christ, don't stop...oh shit I'm so fucking close...fucking close..."
"OH fuck, Sabs." Peter groaned, not slowing down in the least. "Fuck I think I'm gonna cum!"
"N--not yet," pleaded Sabrina. "Just a bit more...fuck I'm almost there...almost there....almooooOOOHHH FUUUUCK, I'M CUMMING!" Sabrina's whole body convulsed, her hands tightly gripping her shits and her cunt tightly gripping Peter's cock.
"Oh FUCK, cumming!" Peter yelled. Sabrina moved forward, letting Peter's cock slip from her pussy and eagerly sucked it into her mouth. She gave Peter a fast and sloppy blowjob, no teasing and all pleasing, until Peter couldn't hold back a second longer and came hard, filling up the nymphet's mouth with his jism.
Sabrina let his cock drop from her mouth and looked up at him. Her lips parted and she showed off his load on her tongue. Her eyes stayed on his as she swallowed it all down. "Ahhh," she said. "Yummy." Sabrinna then laid back on the bed, propped up by her pillow, Peter joining her soon after. She crawled over Peter to her night stand and opened the drawer, getting out a baggie of weed and a pipe.
"Smoke?" she asked. "I don't do it a lot, but something about getting high after cumming is just mind blowing to me."
"Sure, I'm down." Peter replied.
"Cool, then it's shower time, in which you are more than welcome to join me, we check our uploads, and wait for Hailee.
*****
All things had went exactly to Sabrina's plan. They toked, they showered, and now they waited for Hailee's arrival. Sabrina was still drying her hair, just enough so it wouldn't be soaked to the bone when she went to sleep. Peter, he was fine as is, the advantage of not having luxurious blonde locks.
"So, what should we show her first?" he asked? "One of yours, one of mine..."
"Actually we should probably watch her stuff first." replied Sabrina. "We want to seem welcoming, open to listening to what our actors have to say, that kind of stuff. And if Hailee is going to be our main actor,then we have to really foster a good relationship. That means listening."
"Good point."
"Yeah, I am shockingly well spoken after a good fuck, some good weed, and a hot shower."
A knock at Sabrina's door came as the response to her statement. Peter got up to answer it, and behind the door, as expected, was Hailee Steinfeld.
"Hi guys," she said, her voice perky and her lips in a smile. "Hope I'm not late or anything, got a bit caught up at dinner."
"Oh no, you're right on time," said Peter. "Come in, everything is all set to go." He opened the door for her and the long-legged brunette stepped in and took a seat on Sabrina's bed.
"Hi Sabrina," Hailee said. She then noticed Sabrina wet hair and towel on the floor. "Did I interrupt something between you two?"
"What?" Sabrina asked. "No. No of course not. I just got out of the shower because I was at the gym for a bit. I let Peter in before I left to upload a couple of his shorts to his page. Then I showered when I got back because I trust him and we're all adults here."
"Oh, okay." Hailee replied. "Just, you know, didn't want to get in between anything."
"Well, unless you want to direct as well there's nothing to get between." Sabrina said. "Me and Pete are buds, and partners."
"Okay." Haille replied. "Just checking." She then got up from the bed and pulled a chair up to sit next to Peter at the computer. "So, who's stuff first?"
"Well, me and Sabrina though we should see your stuff first," Peter said.
"Yeah, Sabrina followed, taking a seat next to Hailee. "Just to see how you are under different directors and stuff. But we can go any order really."
"Sure, that's cool. Here, let's me get us to my page."
*****
"Wow," Hailee said. You guys are good." For the past couple of hours Hailee, Sabrina, and Peter had been watching each other's film work, and all were impressed. "Sabrina, you've got a really good eye. Your stuff looked amazing."
"A-thank you," Sabrina said with a grin, doing a short little bow from her seat."
"And Peter, your miniature stuff was great! The models looked so real...and the make-up...and the pacing of it all too. I loved it!"
"Thanks," Peter said. "And you were amazing. I think I can speak for Sabrina here too, but your performances were stellar."
"Really? Thanks."
"That one where you were a runaway...I was tearing up."
"What my emotional compadre is trying to say is I think we have a team that is going to utterly kill at any film festival we enter in."
"What she said." Peter replied.
"Cool!" Hailee said. "I can't wait to work with you guys. I wish I could stick around and watch more stuff but I need to do some last minute Halloween shopping."
"Oh, what are you going to be?" Peter asked.
"I have no idea. Hence the last minute. Sorry, I gotta go."
"Um, how about I walk you back to your dorm?" Peter asked. "I mean, me and Sabrina don't really have anything else planned, right?"
"Oh no, I'm thinking we're done for the night," Sabrina said. She nodded at Peter, instantly catching on. "I'm actually thinking of calling it an early night. That workout I had earlier really took a lot of energy out of me."
"What exactly did you do?" Hailee asked.
"Um...a lot of cardio." Sabrina said with a smile.
"Oh, okay. So...yeah, let's head out Peter."
"Sure, let me just grab my bag."
"Sure," said Hailee, flashing a smile before stepping out in the hall.
"You all right with this?" Peter asked.
"I'm fine," said Sabrina. "We're not dating. We fucked, and it was good, but it's not a commitment. And I wasn't kidding, I am kind of worn out. I might sleep till the Halloween party tomorrow. So...see ya tomorrow and work your magic...and also don't fuck it up. She is a good actress and I don't want to lose her."
"Sure thing. See ya." Peter exited and joined Hailee in the hallway.
"You don't really have to walk me if you don't want to," Hailee said. "It's not a big deal or anything."
"Oh, do you not want me to?"
"No, no! I do! I mean...um...I wouldn't mind. If you know, you don't want to though I'd get it. Like, if you and Sabrina had something to do."
"Oh no, nothing at all. She's tuckered out."
"Okay...so...let's go?"
"Sure."
With Sabrina being on the first floor it didn't take long for the two to make it outside. It was a nice and starry night, not even a bit chilly.
"So, what made you want to do this?" asked Hailee. "The directing I mean."
"Oh, well that's probably kind of cliche now that I think on it, but the moment I saw the original, non CGI infested Star Wars movies and Indiana Jones. I mean, they just got me under their spell. Then from there it was all those kinds of things; Star Trek, monster movies...then I graduated to David Lynch with Eraserhead and I just needed more. I needed to tell stories visually. Me and my brother pretty much did it as soon as we could."
"Oh, you have a brother? Me too!"
"Cool. He into the same things you are?"
"A little. I don't know if we could make movies together or anything like you and your brother did...I mean I understood that right, right?"
"Oh yeah. He edited more than anything. We actually made cash shooting wedding and birthday parties. Then used that money to buy better equipment to make better stuff. Luckily we had a girl who wanted to act next door to us so we always had a star."
"Selena Gomez right? That's her name, isn't it? She was in almost all of those."
"Yeah, that's her name. Girl next door, she's a friend."
"Yeah, I kind of figured," Hailee said. "Kind of surprised you didn't go with her for yours and Sabrina's group instead of me. Super glad you did though. Not just because you guys are talented but the guy that was trying to get me was really skeevy. Sabrina swooped in for the save. He already had hooked up with your friend. I wasn't in to the kind of movies he probably wanted to make."
"Yeah, Reggie. I don't blame you." said Peter. "Let's go back to your question,because it doesn't involve a total scuzz. What made you want to act?"
"Well, here's comes the second cliché of the night...but Romeo & Juliet. Uggh the first time I saw the one from the 60's, I was just enthralled. Then I saw the nineties one with Leonardo DiCaprio and just fell further in love. And, yeah..started there." Hailee smiled wide, almost lighting up the night with the brightness of it. Or at least that's how Peter saw it. "I even got to play the role in high school. But it all started there."
Peter wanted to keep talking but the walk ended sooner than either expected. "This is my dorm," Hailee said. Peter looked at the building and was a little shocked.
"Wait, this is my dorm."
"Really?"
"Yeah, what floor are you on?"
"Second, you?"
"Third." replied Peter. "How have I never seen you?"
"I have no idea. But...I think we can fix that issue. Wanna walk me to my room?"
"I'd love that."
******
Considering it was a campus that had not one but two competing escort services as well as two warring sororities in which the heads were more than willing to use sex to get what they wanted, Friday was shockingly dead. Everyone was saving their energy for Saturday night and the big party held by Taylor Swift's sorority. When Saturday came around, everyone was ready to go. Well, most everybody. Lili Reinhart, full-on Hitman costume and all, was down at the wrestling show, her eyes glued to the match going on, specifically, the tag team Callous Pain...and even more specifically, Magnus Pain. She'd been looking forward to this since..well, since she blew him after the last wrestling show. Lili was hoping to see him again, up close and personal. However, she had no clue what she was going to do this time.
That wasn't too much of a concern at the moment, as she was utterly entranced by the action in the ring. It was a bloody battle. A battle that was soon to be over. Lili shot up from her seat as Magnus picked up Athena Zeus and power bombed her through a table covered in barb wire. She began to cheer like a madwoman when he picked up Aphrodite Gorgon and laid her on top of the bloodied blonde. The ref got the three count and then Callous Pain pounded the defeated team to the ground until security came out, and then the team battle security to the back. And Lili was entranced completely and her mind was made up about what she was going to do next.
******
"And THAT'S how you steal a show!" Jose said as he removed his mask. "What say we celebrate my getting piss drunk in completely different costumes at the Halloween party on campus?"
"Yeah, sure," Alison said. "I'm gonna hit the showers and get all this blood off first."
"Same here," Gillan added. "Then bandage up a bit."
"Can I watch?" Jose said, wringing his hands comically.
"Ugh that Cami girl is right," Alison said. "You are a little yappy dog." Alison and Gillian turned their backs and stripped, heading to the shower.
"Mmmmm mmmm," Jose said. "What a sight. "So, you coming too? Or taking an early night."
"Yeah, I'll meet you there," Jake said. "Gonna grab the t-shirt money, then shower back at the dorm."
"All right, see ya then."
The locker room now empty, Jake slowly got up, his Magnus Pain mask still on, and stretched a bit. His back cracked a little, all part of the job. He began to head out the locker room to collect the money when once again, a familiar face blocked his exit.
"Hi again," Lili said. "You were great out there."
"Um, yeah. Thanks." Jake replied. "Nice Bret Hart costume."
"Thanks. I just figured it's Halloween and it'd be nice if you weren't the only one in costume." She walked towards him, Jake backing back a little. "I didn't tell you my name last time. I believe my mouth was otherwise occupied. I'm Lili."
"Hi...I'm..."
"Shhhh," she said. "All I need to know right now is you're Magnus Pain." She began to slowly remove her costume, exposing her tits first. "Keep the mask on...just for now."
Jake couldn't turn this down, and he didn't want to. He grabbed Lili and picked her up in his arms. With a quick turn he had her pinned against the wall. Lili looked up into his eyes, pure sexual hunger radiating from them as she slipped her sneakers off and the two worked in tandem to get her out of the pink and black tights. Jake's mouth went to her breasts, suckling at them for a few moments before surprising Lili by spinning her around. Facing the wall, Lili arched her back, her ass pointing out.
"Fuck me," she said. Her voice was pleading, almost breathless. "Please...Fuck me Magnus..."
Jake pulled his own tights down to his knees and grasped his cock. Her ran his hands over Lili's ass before thrusting forward.
"Oh fuck that's big!" Lili yelped. "Mmmm...feels so good....mmmmmm, just fuck me...fuck me with that big dick..."
Jake wrapped his large arms around Lili's body. His hands cupped and caressed her tits one moment then glided over her stomach the next. His lips were at her neck, kissing and nibbling as Lili moaned. Lili reached back, grasping at Jake's mask. Jake got an idea and grabbed her hands, pinning them on the wall above her head.
"Keep them there," he said, his voice a growling whisper. "Hands right there."
"Mmmmm, okay." She said. "Just keep fucking me." She kissed him then braced herself as he continued to drive into her.
"Oh...oh Lili...oh fuck baby..." Jake moaned.
"Yeah...yeah...fuck...oh please keep fucking me...mmmm make me cum on your cock...I wanna cum all over your cock...please..."
"Yeah...yeah baby...I want you to cum...cum just for me...just for me..."
"Oh...oh...oh fuck...fuck...gonna..gonna cum...mmm, please cumin me please please please cum in me if I cum for you please please please ohhhh, FUUUUCK I'M CUMMING!!"
"Oh shit LILI!" Jake cried aloud. The moment Lili came, Jake lost it and came in her as well. Both were in a technicolor haze of ecstasy. Normally neither would have lost it so soon, but something about it,,, the moment, the two of them, created a perfect environment for an intense moment of passion. Jake pulled out of her and Lili turned back around, sliding to the ground.
"Mmmm," she said, licking her lips. "That was amazing."
"Definitely." Jake replied. "So...um...should I take off my mask?"
"No!" Lili said. "I mean..I don't mean it like that...I'm...I'm just not ready yet."
"OH...um...okay."
"No, trust me..it's not you. After that it's REALLY not you. I promise though, soon." Lili crawled over and kissed Jake. "Promise. But until then...see ya, Magnus."
*****
At the student union, the party was in full swing and Taylor Swift couldn't be happier. Well, that wasn't exactly true. If Katy Perry came crawling in, especially if she literally crawled, THAT would make it perfect. Still...full house, cops and security looking the other way with the booze she brought in...damn good party. Another smile crossed her face when she saw Peter Farrano come to the party with another girl. A short and very cute little blonde. She always liked it when people took her advice. Mainly because Taylor loved being right. Then Selena came in and ruined that little victory...with that Reggie fellow on her arm. Taylor shook her head and sighed.
"I warned her," Taylor said. "It's a pity...but she's got to learn."
*****
"Well, if there's a most bad ass costume contest I do believe we have and edge," Sabrina said to Peter. "Two sides of Harrison Ford. Me as a cute and bad ass Indiana Jones, and you as that scoundrel himself Han Solo, Empire Strikes Back style."
"Well, if there's such a contest I hope it's a cash prize." Peter responded.
"I'd be happy with a case of Sam Adams."
"That'd work too.'
"Speaking of inebriation," said Sabrina. "I feel disturbingly sober. That just won't do if I'm dressed as Indy. It's almost an insult. So lets go and raid a lost bar or something."
"You gonna be referencing our costumes all night your worshipfulness?"
"Yeah. Might as well. Got you doing it too. Now follow me, ya nerf herder." Peter indeed did follow Sabrina's lead. The pint-sized sprite seemed to have a nose for illicit activity. Where there was a mind altering substance or two to be found, Sabrina could sniff it out. It wasn't an issue at all. When it was time to work, she worked, clean and clear headed. And most of her play time was similar. However, Sabrina could cut loose with best of them, and there was no better time for that than Halloween. Peter was right behind Sabrina when his eyes caught sight of someone and he stopped dead in his tracks.
It was Hailee, dressed in a tight, red vinyl dressed, with lips and high heels to match. Sabrina looked behind her and caught Peter in his daze. She made her way back to him and quickly took in what he was staring at.
"Go get your princess, you scoundrel," Sabrina said.
"What?"
"Go talk to Hailee, you dummy!"
"What? No..no, I'm good. I was just..."
"Staring at her like a moron. Go, talk to her. I'm cool with it if that's what's holding you back. We're not dating, we just had some really good casual sex. It's obvious you're into her. So...go do it or I will tease you mercilessly among other things."
"Oh, other things. That's scary." Peter scratched the back of his head and took a deep breath. "Get a drink for me in case I come back a failure."
"And when you don't I'll drink both in celebration." The two fist bumped and Peter made his way to Hailee. She was just a few feet away, but it felt like miles to him.
"Hi." Peter said. Hailee immediately turned her head to him and smiled.
"Hey," she said. "Nice costume. Definitely looking the part of a scruffy looking scoundrel."
"Who's scruffy lookin'?" He joked. "But thanks for not calling me a nerf herder. A guy can only hear that so much before it starts to hurt."
"I pride myself on my mercy."
"So...um...you have a nice costume going on there yourself," Peter said, taking in her insanely sexy outfit up close and personal. If looks could kill Hailee at that moment would be a nuclear bomb.
"Oh, thanks. Like I said on Thursday, it was kind of a last minute thing. Actually found it at a thrift store of all places. Weird, huh?"
"Well, that's not the word I'd use," Peter said. "If I may be so bold I might even go so far as to say hot."
"Thank you," She smiled. "So...this is my best shot at a hooker costume. You think it worked?" Hailee did a full turn, Peter even happier to take it all in and Hailee more than a little pleased to have his attention.
"Oh yeah, A+." Peter said. "Not only that, but completely high class too. Wouldn't find you on a street corner."
"Oh flattery." Hailee laughed. "It does in fact get you everywhere."
"Well, how about we both get a drink and see how things go from there?"
"I would love to."
*****
"Damn girl..." Said Reggie. "All these super hot bitches at this party and you're outdoing them all."
"Thanks babe," Selena said. And honestly, Reggie wasn't wrong, for the most part. All Selena was wearing was a simple costume. It was just athletic gear and a hoodie. Poof, she was an aerobics instructor. "Competition seems to be pretty stiff though."
"The competition ain't the only thing," grinned Reggie, making Selena roll her eyes. She wasn't disgusted, she found it cute. She also knew most people wouldn't get it. And honestly, she didn't fully get it either. But whatever it was, it just worked on Selena. It always did.
"Well, I think I have the cure for one of those stiff things."
"Oh, I bet you do baby." Reggie was smiling wide. "And I'm sooo ready whenever you are." Reggie got up behind Selena, right in the middle of the crowd and grabbed her ass, then moved his hand down her tight workout pants. Selena froze in place, right in the middle of the crowd of party goers as Reggie's fingers probed her pussy. "Fuuuuck," she hissed. "Mmmm let's look upstairs...one of the...one of the social rooms."
"Yeah, gonna make it nice and social." Reggie withdrew his hand and followed Selena.
Selena herself was almost laser focused on the mission at hand...find a free room upstairs and fuck as dirty as possible. Only two things broke her concentration. One was catching a glimpse of Peter talking and laughing with another woman...and a hot one at that. For the brief moment that had her attention, Selena was unsure how to feel. She had always known deep down how Peter felt about her, even if she never admitted it. Seeing him with another woman, and apparently being very into her...that was new. The next thing to distract her was her best friend, Taylor Swift, directly in her way.
"Taylor, now's not the time." Selena said. "Really not the time." Reggie had a cocky grin on his face, the gaze he and Taylor exchanged showing the disdain they had for each other.
"Oh Sel, don't worry honey." Said Taylor. "We're not at the house. And this is a party. Anyone, including....him...can come. In fact, I unlocked the biggest social room upstairs just for you. It's the one with the really big couch and TV where all the gamers go on weekends. You'll have all the privacy you need."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I know I came down kind of hard on you, so here's a way of apologizing."
"Oh, thanks Taylor." Selena said with a big grin. "I owe you. Reggie has me so fucking worked up." Selena grasped Reggie's hand and dragged him up the stairs. As soon as they were out of earshot, Taylor's number two and sometimes girlfriend Karlie Kloss came to her side.
"We're good to go," Karlie said. "You sure you want to do this?"
"Well, let's be honest Karlie...I'm not doing anything except giving that scum bucket a morality test. He doesn't have to do anything with the camera. And if he does, he could always tell her that he wants to record. But if he doesn't, well...that's not my fault, now is it? And anything that happens as a result of such a recording being made is far from my fault."
"Honey, you can be a little cold sometimes," said Karlie. "She's your best friend, isn't she?"
"First off, don't call me honey." replied Taylor. "You call me Taylor. Or mistress when I'm in this dominatrix gear. Halloween spirit and all. And secondly, she is. That doesn't mean she doesn't have to know the one rule everyone should know. That I'm always right. And if Selena has to learn that the hard way, then oh well."
Taylor turned her attention back to the party and a smile crossed her face. All these people partying, laughing, kissing, drinking and fucking...all because of her. They owed her. They loved her. And there was no way Katy Perry could top this. It was a good night.
*****
As soon as they were through the doors of the room, Reggie was on Selena. He kicked the door opened from behind and pulled her tight body to his, Selena's back to his chest. With one hand her reached under her tight top, grasping and mauling at her tits while his other hand went back under her pants, fiercely fingering her wet cunt and making the sexy Latina writhe and moan for more in his arms. Selena quaked and quivered, her mouth somehow both dry and wet at the same time as she gasped for air. With what little control she had over her body while it was being overloaded with erotic pleasure, Selena reached behind her and undid Reggie's pants and fished his cock out. The moment his cock hit the air, Reggie's game plan went into fast forward mode. He spun Selena around and put her to her knees, her grabs his cock,jerking it a few times before slapping it around her mouth. "If you take it out, you just gotta suck it, babe."
"Oh, of course," Selena said. "I have to follow the rules, don't I?"
"Damn right you do." Reggie growled as Selena began to suck him. He let her start out slow, loving how it felt as he got rock hard in her wet sauna of a mouth. "Yeah, that's right bitch, use that fucking tongue...fuuuuck yeah."
Reggie's hands went to Selena's head, softly grasping it, letting her know what he wanted next.
"Mmm hmmm." She nodded,the vibration giving Reggie a satisfying chill up his spine. When that little preview sensation passed, Reggie began to fuck Selena's face, something he relished, especially after that episode with Bella. Treating him like a worm...who did she think she was? She paid good, and honestly money and sex was the only thing that was between them any more...and he'd love to crush her at her own game. Right in the middle of his fantasies of revenge on his boss and the face fucking he was giving Selena, Reggie noticed a small video camera on the table. And a thought entered his head. If he wasn't already smiling he'd have one a mile wide.
"Get on the couch," Reggie said. "Strip down and get on the couch."
Selena got to her feet and made a show of her movements. Walking purposefully slow, she slowly peeled the tight clothing from her body, inch by inch of her exquisite body being revealed in the multicolored Halloween party lights shining through the window of the room. As Selena made a trail of clothes leading to couch, Reggie followed, grabbing the camera on the coffee table. He didn't even question where it came from. All he saw was a free camera that could be a lot of fun...and profitable. While Selena's back was turned, Reggie swiftly turned the small camera one and set it to record. If she didn't notice it before she certainly wouldn't now, or so he was banking. And if she did...well, Reggie could talk her into doing what he wanted anyway. With the camera set, Reggie stripped down and got in front of Selena and sat on the couch. Once she was within reach, Reggie grabbed her and pulled her close.
"I am going to fuck you cross-eyed." He sneered.
"Mmmm, I want it baby...I want that cock in me," Selena said. "Fuck me." Selena sunk down on Reggie's hard cock and the two wasted no time in getting in a quick, nasty rhythm.
Reggie sucked on Selena's tits, roughly taking the wonderful flesh In his mouth. Reggie loved Selena's tit, as any sane man would. He could never get enough of them. He's copped more than a few feels in public and she loved every moment. He slapped her ass before gripping her hips hard and thrust up, slamming her hard and fast. He was nearly hypnotized as her breasts bounced with every forceful pump, but not so lost in the motion he couldn't speak.
"Fucking take this cock...dirty fucking bitch...every...fucking...INCH!!!"
"Yeah...yeah fuck this fucking pussy...make me a dirty bitch...fuck...oh fuck yes Reggie!!" Selena whipped her hair back, crying out in passion as the fucking got harder and irtier. She was so lost now Reggie could suggest anything and she'd go along with it. Fortunately for her, Reggie wasn't thinking that dirty...not this time.
Wanting a better view for the camera, Reggie had Selena turn around, her full nude form, riding his cock in full view of the camera. She braced her arms aganist the couch and went wild, riding and grinding, giving Reggie the ride of his life.
"OH, fuck Selena..." Reggie groaned. "Fucking tell me what you want...tell me what you fucking want...what am I doing right fucking now?"
"I'm fucking your cock!" she yelled. "Being fucked like a dirty fucking slut...ohhh don't fucking stop...fuck me! DON'T FUCKING STOP FUCKING ME!!"
Selena bucked back and forth rapidly, making Reggie's eyes roll back in his head, his grip on her hips getting tighter. Once his eyes refocused he got an amazing view of Selena, her body coated in sweat, almost glowing in the lights of the party shining through the windows. Even a lunkhead like him knew sexy when he saw it, and he was definitely seeing it now. Despite the spectacular view, Reggie wanted a new position...and more control of the action.
"All fours." He gasped. "Now."
Selena got on her feet and turned to Reggie. "Mmm, yes sir." Reggie got up from the couch and jerked his cock as Selena got in position on the couch. He got behind her, feeling up her round ass before smacking it hard, making the Latina seductress yelp before she moaned in pleasure as he thrust his rock hard cock back in her sopping cunt.
"Yeah...fucking bitch take this cock." He growled. "Nnnngg take every inch...fuck...so fucking good...ungg yeah..." Reggie reached for her hands, grasping them both and holding them behind her back. "Gonna fucking take you like a whore...fuck...fuck yeah...say you're my whore..."
"I'm your FUCKING whore baby!" She cried. "Oh my fucking god I'm you're fucking whore so fuck me like a fucking whore! Pound it...fucking take that pussy!!"
And that, Reggie did. With on hand holding Selena's wrists behind her and the other grabbing and pulling a handful of her hair. He's was going all in, every last ounce of energy he had went into fucking her. Selena's lips curled as she snarled and moaned in pleasure....she was going to cum.. It was all too much, so intense. Everything Reggie was doing and how he was doing it drove her wild. Hard, fast, dirty...it made it all so much more vivid. Every stroke, every smack on her ass, even the pulling her hair, somehow it was all so fucking hot to her. With a passionate cry Selena came, her body freezing as Reggie continued to fuck her, not letting up until her knew he was close. He was using her and somehow that made the orgasm even more intense.
"Fuck you're making me cum!" Reggie yelled. "Knees, now...gonna cum on that pretty fucking face!" He pulled out and Selena obediently got on her knees, mouth open and tongue out, eagerly awaiting Reggie's hot load.
"Fuuck yeah!" He cried, covering Selena's face with a massive amount of cum, the hot white liquid dripping down her face to her tits. She took him in her mouth, sucking every last drop her had out before freeing the smiling scumbag. "Good fucking girl."
"Mmm," she said after swallowing the cum down. "You made such a dirty mess of me, baby."
"Then I guess you better clean yourself off." Reggie watched intently as Selena, scooped up all his cum with her fingers, happily swallowing every bit down. Selena was putting on a hell of a show, both for Reggie, and his new found camera. And unknown to both of them, one more person....
*****
"Favorite movie, go." Peter said. He and Hailee found an area of the party where they could actually hear themselves speak, so that's exactly what they did. About almost anything. Right now, the subject was movies, and more specifically, favorite.
"Oh jeez," Hailee said. " I mean, I know it's a cliché answer but it's kind of hard to choose. I guess the one I go back to all the time is...I have to say Love Story. I just...it's so beautiful and it makes me cry and...it's just so good, you know? It's something I just love. Now, your turn. Favorite movie."
"Blue Velvet." He replied. "So warped...yet pure. It's just...I can't take my eyes off it at all. So creepy, unsettling...but beautiful in all of it."
"You're gonna have to show that to me sometime."
"I think that can be arranged." There was small silence between the two, and a perfectly comfortable one. No rush to break it. But it had to be broken to get the important question out of the way.
"So, um...do you think maybe...you'd like to...go out sometime?" Peter asked. "I mean, you know, it's cool if you don't want to. I was just thinking..."
"Yes." replied Hailee. "I'd love to. I'd-yeah, I'd like that a lot actually. Um, like, next weekend would be great. Maybe tomorrow...I don't know...whenever? But yeah. I'd totally be down for that."
"Cool...um...so...what a party, huh?"
"Well, I think it's all right. Didn't really start having fun till a little bit ago." Hallie smiled at him, blushing just a slight bit. "I think I'm gonna head home though."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. I mean, I love the company, don't get me wrong, but in my mind it isn't really Halloween unless I get some scary movies in my system."
"What's on the marquee tonight?"
"Well, after I shower it's gonna be Night of the Living Dead. Perfect for tonight."
"That is a great one."
"Wanna watch it with me? She asked. "I mean, not like a date or anything, but just a movie together. Down in the main room on the first floor, where the big screen is."
"That's great. How about I walk you there after I make sure Sabrina gets back to her dorm okay...I think she's a bit plastered."
This sentence was followed by a loud crash and the voice of Sabrina shouting "FUCK YEAH!!!"
"Well, that's a cue if I ever heard one. I'll be right back." Peter left and headed towards where he thought he heard Sabrina's shouts of drunken bliss. Before he could get too far, Karlie Kloss got in his way.
"You're Peter, right?" she asked.
"Yeah..."
"Cool, Taylor needs you to do her a favor." Karlie handed Peter a small hand bag. "She wants you to take that to Selena. She's up on the second floor in the big social room. And before you ask, the reason she can't is she's trying to make sure no one is being to untoward to any of our drunk party guests, and Selena's kind of miffed at her."
"Yeah, okay. But if I do that I need you to check on my friend Sabrina. Make sure she's okay and stays in one place until I can get back and walk her back to her dorm."
"Sure...um...which one is she?"
"MORE FUCKIN' SHOTS!" Sabrina yelled in the background.
"That'd be her." Said Peter.
"Oh, Indiana Drunk," Karlie said. "You got it. I'll make sure she stays at the bar and get her some water, or at least watered down drinks."
"Thanks." Peter left and headed up the stairs. The moment he was up, Taylor appeared next to Karlie, a smile on her face.
"He go for it?" asked Taylor.
"Yeah." Karlie said, a tone of guilt in her voice. "Taylor, I kind of get the Selena thing, but why do this to him? I thought you said he got the point already."
"This is just to drive the point home darling. He's a sweet guy and deserves better than to wait for something that's not going to happen. It might be a rough way to put the final nail in the coffin, but he'll get over it."
"I just think it might be a bit too far."
"Fortunately I didn't ask what you thought." Taylor walked off, leaving Karlie fuming. If she didn't have a drunk to watch out for she would have torn into Taylor. She really was starting to take Karlie for granted...which was not a smart move.
*****
While Taylor was making Karlie feel like dirt, Peter made his way to where he was told Selena was. He stopped dead in his tracks when he looked through the big windows of the room to see Selena getting fucked. She was on all fours, being railed like a porn star. Fortunately, and somehow unfortunately at the same time, Peter came in on this scene towards the end. In moments, Selena was one her knees, her face being splattered with the dirtbag known as Reggie's sperm. That was the moment Peter had enough. He dropped the bag and walked down the stairs. He saw Karlie again, and she could see the utter rage and hurt on is face, even before he tried to hide it.
"Hey, uh, so is Sabrina okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, way past tipsy." Karlie replied. "Completely blasted is more appropriate."
"Great. I'll walk her back to her room and make sure she's sleeping safe. Thanks." Peter went to help Sabrina up, wrapping her arm around his shoulder.
"More shots?" she asked, her voice weak and on the verge of passing out.
"OH no, no more shots. Just lots of water. Maybe some Gatorade. And a lot of sleep."
"Baaah, Indiana Jones doesn't sleep! He drinks and punches Nazis and whips and is scared of snakes! Right tall blonde?"
"Yeah, sure," Karlie said. "But...he has to sleep sometime, right?"
"Pffffffff," Sabrina somehow slurred. "I wanna keep partying. Right after I lay down for a bit."
"Cool, that's what I was going to do," Peter said. "Just take you to your bed to lie down for a bit, then party again."
"Oooh, okay." Said Sabrina. "Then lead the way." Sabrina leaned on Peter heavily for balance and was ready to go.
"Thanks again for watching out for her." Peter said. "Really helped."
"Oh, no problem," said Karlie. Before Peter could go, she stopped him one last time. "You all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He lied. "Just a bit tired. Come on Sabs."
"Indy!"
"Okay, Indy." Peter led Sabrina towards the exit, where Hailee was waiting.
"Whoa, is she okay?" Hailee asked.
"I'm fine Marion," Sabrina said with a laugh. "Because she looks like Marion but all slutty! And I know you not really slutty but it's Halloweeeeeeen!"
"She's plastered." Said Peter. I'm going to make sure she gets to sleep all right. I might be a bit late getting back."
"Oh that's okay," Hailee said. "Make sure she's all right. I'll be okay."
"Thanks, sorry."
"Don't be." Hailee moved towards Peter and kissed his cheek. "Trust me, it's okay."
Peter nodded and smiled, then began to lead Sabrina away. "Come on Indy, time to recharge."
"YEAH!" yelled Sabrina. "Also carry me on your back, Solo!"
*****
On the other side of the party, Jesse, dressed as Fox Mulder, was dancing with Victoria, who had a lot of eyes on her as sexy Beetlejuice.
"Sure you don't want to vary your dance card?" asked Jesse.
"Not yet," said Victoria. "Make 'em sweat. Drool. Want me more. Once they hit their peak, I'm gonna get every last thing I want from them. Sexually of course. Not really interested in much else. I already got myself a good pal...who can fuck like a machine."
"Am I to understand my plans for the rest of the night have already been decided for me?"
"You wish." replied Victoria. "No offense, but right now I'm more in the mood for a group thing...and to open my horizons while I open my legs. But don't worry, you're still on my pussy's speed dial."
"Well, that's comforting."
"Besides, looks like someone new just got on your dance card." Victoria motioned behind Jesse, who then looked to see Peyton, her legs on full glorious display in her camp counselor. "And would you look at that, she's solo. Go get her."
"She's got a boyfriend."
"Who's a dick by your own admission. And I notice you didn't say, 'And he's my friend'."
"That's kind of debatable right now."
"Then stop wasting time and go talk to Peyton." Jesse shrugged. He wasn't remotely nervous as he made his way over. What was the point of it? He knew from being "friends" with Paul for as long as he had, his hooks stayed in the girl until he was completely done with them. And after that they wanted nothing to do with him or his friends. He knew he could break through his spell.
"You know miss, if you're going to dress like that you should really avoid illegal drugs and premarital sex," Jesse said. "Especially around hockey players."
"Oh, I don't think I have much to worry about," said Peyton. "After all, I'm the good girl. Besides we have an FBI agent here to protect me."
"Oh, if I see a gigantic masked serial killer I'm off in the other direction. I chase UFOs, not slashers."
"Some hero," she smiled. "So, how's your All Hallow's Eve going?"
"Not too shabby. Really only just beginning, if you ask me. Where's Paul? I thought you two were coming together."
"Me too." Peyton paused for a second, breathing deep. Jesse could read the frustration on her face. "I haven't seen him since we fucked, if I'm going to be blunt. Not a call. Not a text. Nothing. For days. Let me ask you something, is this what he fucking does? Just use women and toss them away?"
"You want the honest answer, or the answer his friends are supposed to give."
"Well," she said. "I guess that's the answer. God damn it." Peyton began to walk away, but Jesse halted her, stepping in her path.
"Hey, look. Fuck him. Seriously. This is who he is. HE draws women in; he uses them, then they're gone. You caught on quick, before he got really fucked up with it."
"And you just let him do it?"
"There's not much I can do to stop him." He lead Peyton to a bench just outside the party, where things were a lot quieter. "Besides, if I had told you right then, would you have believed me or just assumed I was trying to sabotage him to get you to look at me the way you did him?"
"I don't know...did you want me to?" They locked eyes, Peyton smiling a little. "Because right now....I think I could be swayed."
The two moved closer together, their lips on a crash course for each other until an unfortunate interruption.
"What the fuck are you doing, Jesse?" said Matt. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that Paul's girl? You know, Paul, your friend."
"First off, I'm no one's girl," Peyton said, shooting straight up and getting directly in Matt's face. "Secondly, fuck your friend. That asshole fucked me and walked, all right? So he fucking loses the privilege of calling me his anything."
"Whoa, calm down lady." Matt said. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the asshole making moves on you."
"Oh would you shut the fuck up?" Jesse asked, joining Peyton. "Would you for once stop being Paul's bitch? For a second. I swear, ever since the thing with Demi, you've modeled yourself after quite literally the sleaziest guy we know to the point where you're little more than his fucking sidekick, backing him up on every fucked up thing he does. Might as well just call you Paul Jr. or 'his bitch'."
"Oh, fuck you Jesse!" replied Matt. "You're just jealous he gets what you want and you can't even get the sloppy seconds. Except for this time with this skank. So what if he has some fun then tosses them away. Some women deserve that."
"Do they now?" said the voice of Demi Lovato. She was in earshot of this whole meltdown, and decided to walk in to the mix. She was decked out completely as an S&M cop. "Please, do tell us the requirements. Does it require being drunk and taken advantage of? Or is that just your personal preference?"
"Oh great, El Whoro Suprema is here. How about you leave this whole party before you give everyone here the clap?"
"How about you shut up and listen? I'm done trying to be nice to you. I'm done feeling guilty for being taken advantage of. It wasn't my fault. I was blackout drunk. And you know, it looks like I'm not the only one tired of your bullshit. So...let me make this clear. Let me cut right to the bone. If I had known this was the kind of person you'd become, I'd never have talked to you in the first place. You're actually a worse person than Paul. You blamed me for being assaulted. You blame this girl here for being fed up with being treated like a fleshlight with legs. You're a shit. And I'm honestly going to thank you for getting out of my life because it's the best gift you could have given me after what was done to me."
"Fuck all of you losers." Matt said. "And never forget Demi, I dumped you because you're a whore. That's exactly what you are. And you Jesse, I'd start packing my things if I were you. I don't know if you're going to really want to stick around in the room once Paul finds out about all this." Matt walked off, fuming and desperately trying not to show it.
"Demi, I'm sorry about..." Jesse started to say.
"Don't apologize for what he said. For anything he's said or done in regards to me. I meant what I said. And I'm done with him. And if you want to do the smart thing, you'll be done as well." Despite the strong face she was putting on, tears were welling up. "I hope I didn't bother either of you. I just...I've had enough." Demi walked off into the night, and Jesse had a good idea of where she was going.
"Um...so...awkward, right?" Jesse asked Peyton.
"Yeah, a little. Look...I don't want to be rude, but I don't feel like a party or anything. I think I'm just going to bed. I just...I can't take any of this right now."
"I'm sorry about all this."
"It's okay. It's not on you." Peyton walked away from the party. And while a part of Jesse felt bad, another part of him wanted to go after Demi. He knew where she was going to go, and he didn't want tonight to be the night she fell off the wagon, especially not because of Matt
*****
Inside the party, things were actually surprisingly drama free, especially for Camila Mendes. She had been turning heads the entire night with her Catwoman costume. Many men and a few women had tried to garner her attention,but the one who sunk it was some random dope in a Deadpool costume. His aloofness and sarcasm kept her attention, and before too long they were in a secluded part of the union, Cami pinned to the wall behind a soda machine. Her lips were locked with Deadpool's his mask up just enough to expose his lips. Fortunately for Cami and her masked lover, her Catwoman mask left her mouth nice and open. For the first hour or so, Cami was actually steamed she came alone instead of with Lili, who decided to do her wrestling sex thing before coming to the party. But without her...she hooked her self something nice...and big if what she was feeling through the guy's tights was anything to go by.
However, with the mask off his mouth, the man's voice was no longer muffled. And when he spoke between kisses, Cami's eyes shot open.
"Mmm, mamacita, you want some Latino heat?" her Deadpool asked, the tone and cadence echoing in Cami's ears.
'No...couldn't be.' she thought to herself. She reached forward and grabbed the top of the mask and saw Jose "Yappy Dog" Heyman behind it.
"Oh my god!"
"What is it baby," Jose asked. "Too much handsome to take?" Cami answered by removing her mask, making Jose's jaw drop. "Oh my god!"
*****
After a long piggy back ride, Sabrina was finally back in her dorm room. Peter flopped her down on her bed while the tiny blonde couldn't stop giggling.
"When I wake up I want a line of shots," she said. "Keep this party going till I can't feel feeling anymore!"
"I'll get right on that," Peter said. "First though, just gonna put this bottle of aspirin right here and on the floor is the jug of Gatorade we bought on the way."
"BLUE Gatorade!" Sabrina said. "I wanted blue."
"Yes, you made that very clear yelling it in my ear in between whatever song you were singing while we were in the store."
"It was Material Girl!" Sabrina then burst into another laughing fit and kicked her shoes off.
"Okay, how about you just lay down and get your nap, so you can wake up and party more?"
"Good thinking," she slurred, getting to her knees on her bed. She grabbed Peter by his shirt and pulled him close to her. "While you're out getting my tequila, you should totally go see Hailee."
"I might just do that." he replied, softly removing Sabrina's hand from his shirt and laying her back down. "Just might."
"No! No might, just fuckin' do it. She's cool, you're cool...it works...a lot more than some girl you barely see and ignores you. And that's not me! I like you! You're my friend and you fuck good, and you're brought me home and put me in my bed and I am SOO drunk!"
"Yes you are, so how about you get a little bit of shuteye, then you get to wake up and party even more?" The only response was silence. The moment Sabrina had laid back down she was out. Peter gently turned Sabrina over so she was on her stomach instead of back, just in case she started to chuck in her sleep. After spending a few more minutes watching over her to make sure she was asleep, he left her conked out.
The moment he was outside, Peter took out his wallet and removed a business card. It had been among his things a couple days ago, the day he met Hailee in fact. The card had a phone number on it and only three letters, GFE. Peter knew exactly what those letters stood for, and tonight, he needed that girlfriend experience badly. Breathing deep, he dialed the number on his phone. "Hello?" a very familiar voice answered.
"Um, hi...I..found this card in my stuff and I was calling too..." Peter said, but he was abruptly cut off by that familiar voice.
"Oh, of course. I was wondering when you'd call." They was a brief pause on the line, the sound of papers being shuffled. "I'm actually open for the next two hours, maybe more if you're lucky. I'm going to text you an address. The moment you get it, come over. The only delay you should have is on the way to an ATM if you don't have cash on you. Five hundred will do this time. Bye, sweetie."
The line went silent and Peter already was moving to the closest ATM. He needed a bit of fun tonight, and he definitely had some tension that needed some relief. That voice though...he knew it but couldn't place it.
*****
The Whisky Casket was the unofficial campus bar. Perfectly located next to some of the favorite student eateries, it saw a lot of business. The fact that the bartender was the insanely hot Eliza Taylor brought in a lot of heavy tipping guys as well in the year since she started. The band wasn't bad either. Just a cover band essentially, but people really liked them. They had a great singer and guitarist combo too. The singer was newer, her name was Ariana and her vocals could kill. Her chemistry with the guitarist Vinnie Slade was off the carts.
Well, most of the patrons. At the end of the bar sat Demi Lovato, still decked out as the sexiest cop the world had ever seen, but definitely putting out a 'don't fuck with me' vibe that people were actually listening to. Eliza handed her another drink, which was when Jesse entered the scene, taking a seat right next to her.
"What's in the glass, officer?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood his question probably only soured.
"Just club soda and lime Jesse, relax." replied Demi. "But thanks for the concern."
"No problem. Look...I'm sorry. Not just for then, but for every time Matt has ripped into you and I didn't stop it. Not just tonight. But any time. Especially earlier in the week."
"Don't. Just don't. It's not on you. I'm the one who made you promise him not to tell who got me drunk and went to town on me. At this point though I could really give a fuck about making sure Matt's feelings are spared."
"I'm honestly with you on that. He's changed and not for the better. And the world doesn't need two fucking Pauls in the world, and I certainly don't."
"Well, then this here club soda soda and lime is to coming to our sense." Demi down it and put the glass down. She turned to Jesse, licking her lips. "And now it's confession time. I would never have cheated on Matt back then. Never. I thought we'd genuinely be together forever. BUT...if I did...I probably would have fucked you WAY before Paul. He never registered. You...you did. Paul was always an arrogant asshole. That doesn't do much for me. You...you very much did."
"Well...I would never have gone behind Matt's back but if any woman could have convinced me it was you. I have to admit, I was always jealous he got your attention first, all the way back in third grade."
"Well, he had the best juice boxes," Demi laughed. "I mean, that kind of stuff draws a woman in. It's shows a cultured palette."
"Me and my Kool-Aid just couldn't compete."
"Well...that was then...now...now I think I want something more...you." Demi's lips moves closer to Jesse's, who wasn't backing off. Neither was lying or being nice, there was always a spark there. Not enough to overcome what Demi felt for Matt...but now, neither saw much of a reason to now fan the flame into a spark. "I don't want to ignore this."
"Neither do I," replied Jesse. He wanted her. Bad. "I don't know where we can go to do what I think we're both thinking of."
"Cheap motel down the road a bit," Demi said, a sexy smile on her face. "The kind that charges by the hours.
"Done."
"Well, all right."
*****
The house Peter arrived at was big, three stories in fact with what had to be a three car garage. He walked up to the door, checked his breath, and rang the doorbell. The woman who answered and what she was wearing made his jaw go agape.
"Well hello," Sophia Bush said, dressed up as a French maid. "Happy Halloween. So glad you came by for a trick and a treat."
A still shocked Peter walked through the door into an amazingly decorated house. Everything about it screamed class and relaxation.
"May I take your jacket, Captain Solo?" Sophia asked with a smirk. "Nice costume. The belt and holster look really authentic."
"Uh yeah, thanks," Peter said. "Um, you're the acting professor."
"Yes I am. I was also on TV. And you're one of the directing students, though I don't think I caught your name."