"Can I go now?" Karlie asked.
"If you must," Taylor said, making her way to Karlie. "But admit it sweetie, that was fun."
"I admit, I got turned on a bit." Karlie said, backing away from the approaching Taylor Swift. "But that doesn't mean I wanted to watch while you blew some guy."
"Oh give me a break Karlie." Taylor said. "What, you're fine with me fucking McKracken to keep our sorority party's location but this bothers you? I FUCK someone else, you're fine, but this? This is where you draw the line? And don't think I don't remember every time you question one of my decisions as far as the sorority goes. But as long you get what you want, your morality is fine."
"Yeah, like that only applies to me."
"Oh honey, it does. You wanna know why? Because I always get what I want. It doesn't matter the set back, I go for it. I fight for it. At all costs. I know what I'm doing. I don't mind dissenting opinions but the better damn be good. And if there's a problem with that, well, you do know where the doors are, don't you."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Karlie, let me be clear." Taylor got face to face with Karlie, her face soft, but with a tinge of the authority she held behind it. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to. I'd much prefer it if you were here, with me. Often times in bed." She softly touched Karlie hand, rubbing her thumb on it. "You know how I feel. And you also know how protective I have of everything I have. I don't want to lose it and I will fight for it. I will do whatever it takes to keep it. And I don't like it when people cross me. Like Katy. I will do things to get what I want you will not always agree with. I will do things you don't like to protect my friends. But as you know I'm very ready to do things you will like. And as for me enjoying things like my agreement with Norm are my bargain with McKracken, well, you knew exactly what I liked sexually when we started dating. And joined in more than a few times."
"I know, but..."
"But what? Karlie, none of this is done to hurt you. Honestly I thought you might want to join in on sucking him off or maybe it'd turn you on enough to want to skip class and have a little fun with me. For misjudging that, I'm sorry. But I'm not going to apologize for loving dick. And I won't apologize for doing what it takes to get what I want. Because that's how shit gets done. So, I probably will be fucking McKracken again. Definitely will be doing something with Norm again. Because it benefits me, what I want and what I need. And it's really fucking fun. And as much as I do care about you, I won't let that stand in the way of doing what's best for me, you, or my friends."
"And how do you know what's best?"
"I'm Taylor Swift, dear. That's how I know. And I've never been wrong. Just like I know I'm not wrong about us." Taylor pulled Karlie to her for a kiss, one that Karlie returned, though not as enthusiastic as Taylor wold have hoped. "You're still mad."
"I'm fine." Karlie responded. "I just need to cool off, though I am a little tempted to stay with you. But, I have class and other stuff. I will see you tonight though." Karlie kissed Taylor and left her alone in the den.
"I hope you do," Taylor said when the door closed. "And I hope its as pleasant as this goodbye was."
********
"How'd you meet Mr.Boz?" The cop asked. He was urgent, but detached, professional. The interrogation room was somehow both sleek an ancient, sterile and dirty. The cops were dimly lits, taking notes with desk lamps and all lights were on Catherine Tramell, a black haired, pale skinned femme fatale, looking at them the way a cat look at mice, her smile giving away she was pretty much playing with her prey. The prey didn't seem to mind.
"I wanted to write a book about the murder of a retired rock and roll star." Catherine replied. She reclined slightly in her chair, showing off her legs, her large breasts pressing tight against her low cut white dress. "I went to his club, picked him up and had sex with him."
"You didn't feel anything for him, you just had sex with him for your book?"
"In the beginning? Yes. But then I got to like what he did for me." The raven-haired brunette looked to Nick, a small, predatory smile showing through her plump lips.
"That's kind of cold, ain't it lady?" the scrubby cop next to Nick said.
"I'm a writer. I use people for what I write. Let the world beware." Catherine whipped her hair backed and leaned forward, her cleavage almost over flowing. "Do you want me to take a lie detector test?"
The screen faded to black, and the lights in the classroom went up. Liz Gillies, Bruce Rayner and the rest of the cast and crew of the scene beamed. They knew they'd done good, and were just waiting for the official line from their professors.
"Good work," Professor Burton said. "Really like how you gave your own take on the Neo-Noir look of the film in this, Bruce. Especially with the limited resources you had."
"Thanks sir," Bruce said. "I had a great crew and a great cast. And we're just getting started."
"That's good to hear," Sophia chimed in. "And I'm giving you credit, so far, you've turned in the best scene so far. And it's good to have that confidence. It inspires everyone on set. But don't let that confidence turn into cockiness. The semester isn't over, and we have one more scene to be shown before the midterm. Be proud but stay on your toes."
"Sure thing." Bruce replied with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, which was nothing new at this point. In a lot of ways, it was a plus, specially for the business he was aiming for.
"And as for you Liz, great job." Sophia got up and walked towards the busty brunette. "You did something even someone with decades of experience would have trouble doing, you made an iconic role 100% your own. On the screen, that's still Catherine Tramell from Basic Instinct. I mean you even wore the same color dress. The only thing I'd say is, honestly you didn't go far enough. I don't mean to sound exploitative, but I honestly think you could have done something of your own with the leg crossing part of that scene. It seemed cut to mostly focus on, well..."
"My tits?" Liz said bluntly. "Yeah, I know. I suggested doing the leg cross too. That outfit doesn't include underwear. Bruce decided against it, said we didn't need it. I fought for it but in the end let it slide. I thought it'd be perfect to do, maybe somehow make it more explicit. Just to try, of course."
"I see," Sophia said. "Is this true, Bruce?"
"Yes, and I stand by it. I don't think it was needed so it's not there."
"And you didn't bother just trying it? Was there a scheduling issue?"
"No."
"Okay, time issue? Was the location going to become unusable?"
"Well, no."
"So you have no excuse for not at least trying it. This isn't the era of celluloid and film. We're digital. Film, music, all of that. So knowing that and knowing that you had no scheduling issues or time constraints, you couldn't find the time to try something your actress clearly came prepared for just to see if it would work, am I correct?"
"Yes,' he said. "Yes you are."
"Bruce, I don't want to say be at the mercy of your actors. Because you can't be. As a director you HAVE to be the leader. You have to know what you want. But you also need to be ready to listen. You need to be willing to try something. The final cut is not assembled on set. Hell, the final draft of a script isn't even the one that's turned in most of the time. If you have the time, and the ability to try something new that your actor suggests, even if you don't agree with it, take it. Try it. Don't be married to the script or your vision, because even without input from others your vision will change. And actors, don't take this as free license to try every single idea you have, because not all of them are gold. Here's the golden rule, Pick your battles. Got it?"
A general consensus of agreement was returned to Sophia, who who nodded. "Now, with that said, good job to the crew. You've set the high bar that next week's group, the Carpenter and Farrano team."
"Well, I won't too my own horn," Sabrina said grinning. "So I'm gonna leave that to my partner to do for me while I toot his horn, because he's super awesome."
"And she's even awesomer," Peter added nodding. "That's why her name comes first." The two high-fived each other without looking. "Crushed it."
"Totally."
"Great, keep that confidence away from cockiness and we'll see what you have in store for us. And I'll be keeping a strong eye on you Ms. Steinfeld."
Hailee nodded with a nervous smile as Sophia's mention of her. And with that, the class was dismissed.
"Hey Hailee," Peter said, catching up to her before she walked out the door. "Can we talk?"
"Yeah," she said. "I think we should honestly. Alone. No offense Sabrina."
"None taken." the blonde said. "This is between you two, but I'll be seeing you both tomorrow night, no matter what. Business is business. Also Peter don't fuck this up or I will end you. Anyway have a great day." Sabrina nodded and smiled as she walked out of the classroom with everyone else.
It was just Hailee, Peter and Professors Burton and Bush left, with the professors seemingly more interested in discussing the class than the personal lives of their students.
"I need to know if you're even serious about me." Hailee said. "I know Sabrina probably said something about it to you already...because let's be honest I doubt the girl could cover up a pair of twos with her poker face. But I want to talk to you. I know that whatever went on with you and that Selena girl was big for you. I know that. Hell the fact she wasn't even in class today was probably the only thing on your mind most of the class."
"Haiz, Selena is a non issue. I didn't even notice that she wasn't here and I haven't talked to her since Halloween."
"Please...please just let me finish."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"Look, I like you a lot. I don't hide that. I may have made fun of Sabrina's poker face but mine is so much worse on this subject. I want to know where you stand. And I don't want some knee jerk reaction born in the moment of pressure being put on you right now. I really want you to know for sure. Know as much as I do. So...Thursday, by eight at night, I want your answer. If I don't hear from you, barring some kind of messed emergency, then I'll consider this just business. Also if I get like a text from you that's marked as you sent it by eight and I just didn't get it until way later, that's fine too. I just want to know, okay?"
"Hailee, come on..."
"Look, I'm not mad. But this is how I want it. You have until Thursday. Just...just give me this. I really want you to think on this, okay?"
"Yeah, I get it. Are we still on for lunch or is that cancelled?"
"Of course we are," she smiled. "I don't want to stop seeing you. I want to give all the reason in the world to be with me. But it doesn't change my mind on you needing time to think. But I can't wait for lunch." Hailee got up from her seat and grabbed her things. "See ya then."
Right when she exited the door, Peter felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Sophia behind him.
"What are you doing before lunch?" She asked.
"I have a free period, was going to work a on script me and Sabrina have been work shopping."
"Scratch, we have to talk. My office."
"Y-yeah, sure." Peter replied.
"Good. From that conversation you just had, I think we have a lot to talk about."
********
The answer to where Selena Gomez was during class was an easy one, she was with Reggie, or she was going to be. She was currently waiting in his bedroom while he was talking to a business associate in the living room.
While Selena waited,Reggie and his associate were talking about a business that Selena would probably have liked to be in on, considering the business was her.
"Reggie, I am not saying she's not a hot piece of ass." Bruno a large, educated brute of a man in the cheapest expensive three piece suit you've ever seen. "I just don't know if she's up for the kind of business you're saying she is."
"Bruno, my man, you saw the video," Reggie said. "The girl is a born slut. And you know I know a good slut. Fuck she was practically begging for the cum on her face? Swallowed every drop down. Begged for the dick too. How is that NOT the business?"
"Well, what does Bella think of her?"
"Bella doesn't know."
"Then I'm out." Bruno replied. He made his way towards the door, and was blocked by Reggie.
"Bella doesn't have t be the only game in town."
"She's not. Sophia's got the other half of the upper class business."
"Who says it has to be just those two, huh? I got ideas too."
"You wanna know why you're not gonna get anywhere?" Bruno asked, getting right in Reggie's face. "Because you pull shit like this. Dumb shit. Let's be honest Reggie, the onyl reason I even came here was because you work for Bella. Not with, hasn't been that way for a while, not since the first time you tried something like this. You work for her due to a level of mercy you should be thanking God for, you little twit. You know why Bella and Sophia run the prostitution biz in this town? They're business women. They have a market and they don't try to expand elsewhere. They don't try to get in the drugs or anything else. They sell sex. They have their customers. And those customers are very happy and very powerful. Yeah, this Selena chick is hot. Easily hot enough to be the crown jewel of a biz like this. But she's just one woman. And that ain't enough for me to even consider bringing this to my boss or frankly, anyone else."
"Come on Bruno...I'll let you fuck her. I got this lovesick ditz wrapped around my fingers, it'll be a breeze."
"We're done here. And consider it a courtesy I don't tell Bella what you just fucking pulled, AGAIN." Bruno pushed pass Reggie and slammed the door, leaving Reggie completely seething. Eve when she wasn't there Bella was busting his balls.
"Everything okay?" Selena asked, finally stepping out of the bedroom. "Were you guys fighting?"
"Nah, business meetings can get kinda heated is all." he lied. "It's all cool."
"What business was that guy in anyway?"
"Entertainment." Reggie grinned wide. He loved it when a lie was technically a truth. "Talking about you actually."
"Reggie, I'm still taking acting classes, I'm not ready to actually be in the business," Selena said. "I don't even have an agent."
"Sweetie, you got me." Reggie said, leading her back to the bedroom. "And all the best still take classes to keep their skills sharp." He closed the door and moved his hands to Selena's shirt, pulling it offer her and exposing her tits to the air. He cupped the delightful mounds, making her moan a bit. "Besides...I know you're gonna be a moneymaker, a real star...."
"Think so." Selena said, going for his pants.
"I know it." Reggie grinned, dollar signs in his eyes as he looked into her far more sincere gaze.
********
"So, is there a problem Sophia?" Peter asked. "I mean with school work or, you know...the other thing..."
"A little bit, yes." Sophia said. She took a seat on the side of her desk, sitting just on the edge, her legs crossed. "Are things going all right with you and Hailee? Is our little...arrangement distracting you? I know we've spoken about a few times before and after, but if what we're doing is keeping you from committing to her, we're not doing it anymore. I told you before, I don't really like having clients who are involved with someone else. I'm not a fan of being the other women, even if I'm getting paid.That goes for all my girls as well. So if this is hurting her, then it stops. This isn't a loveless marriage, so no pass."
"Soph, it's...it's weird. I like Hailee. I like her a lot. I know I do. But I don't know where we stand because I don't know what happens if it all falls apart. I'm not remotely lucky with this stuff. I mean Hell, we're not even DATING dating and we're on the verge."
"Okay, I get.There's a lot of confusion about it. And now it's taking it's toll on both of you." Sophia moved to the front of her desk, a smile on her face as she looked at Peter. "So...here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to refer you tone of my other girls. Our usual time, Thursday during the day. She's a bit more...equipped to maybe talk you through this. I mean I'm a good listener but clearly there's a block we're not getting over. Not that you're not a good fuck, but in cases like yours I like to see you move on to something a bit more meaningful, so it's nothing personal against you. I just want to see you happy and you know, not paying for sex. Nothing wrong with it but, you know. It's my business after all. But still, shouldn't be necessary for everyone, or a crutch."
"You think I'm really using this as a crutch?"
"Not yet," Sophia said. "But it could get that way. Not to sound egotistical but I can easily imagine fucking me is a real nice alternative to facing your problems." She got up from her desk and locked the door to her office, then turned back to Peter. "With that being said...I honestly think its the height of bad manners to say goodbye to a client without a proper goodbye. And don't worry, this one is on the house."
Sophia had Peter's 100% attention as she stripped free of her clothes, hanging them on the coat rack before going to her knees and crawling towards him. Her hands softly parted his legs at the thigh then ran over the bulge in his pants, her smokey voice a purr as her green eyes sparkled with a matching lust.
Peter tried to undo his pants, but Sophia pushed his hands away. "I'm doing the work...just sit back and enjoy the last hurrah." She unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. Her hot breath made his growing member twitch before she began tot ake him in her mouth.
"Mmmm fuck yes...oh Sophia," he growled. He tried to keep it down. The door may have been locked but they were still in an office, so it wasn't too private. Though Sophia's hot mouth and oral expertise were making that a very, very tough issue to deal with.
She was methodical, but not slow.And even methodical seemed to clash with the sensuality Sophia's blowjob had. There was not a wasted moment. Eye contact, her tongue, her saliva, her hands. She was the conductor of a symphony of lust and the orchestra was just warming up.
Peter reached down, brushing and holding back Sophia's gorgeous brown locks, getting a full view of her beautiful face sucking his cock. It was such an perfect visual. A gorgeous face, just the right mix of girl next door combined with girl that takes you the back alley.
Sophia took Peter's throbbing member down her throat, her nose pressed to his flesh as he writhed in the chair. After a good twenty seconds, Sophia pulled back, saliva strings connecting her lips to Peter's hard prick.
"How about we move on to something a bit more mutual, sweetie?" Sophia said with a smirk.
Peter got to his feet, bringing Sophia up with him and kissing her as he picked her up in his arms. He pinned Sophia to the door and began to drive into her, her smokey moans filling the room. She was just as aware as Peter there were in an office, but sometimes pleasure doesn't have a volume dial.
"Oh...that's it...just the right spot baby..." Sophia said. "Mmmm love how you fuck me, it's so fucking good Peter...so damn good."
"Oh...oh holy fucking shit, yeah." Peter groaned, His lips went from a desirable piece of real estate on Sophia's lips down to her breasts, eagerly lavishing them with with lustful attention as Sophia's shapely legs wrapped tightly around him.
Their foreheads were pressed together, breaths heavy, sweat building. There was a light sheen of perspiration on both of them. His hands held her ass, firm and round and her eyes did all the pleading her moans weren't already doing. The sparkle behind them screamed "FUCK ME!" where her controlled moans could not.
"My desk." Sophia said, her husky voice somewhere between a moan and whisper. "Bend me over...fuck me...fuck me..."
Peter moved Sophia to her desk. He pulled out of her and bent her over, smacking that firm ass before grabbing her hips and thrusting right back in.
"Oh fuuuuuck." She growled. His hand on her hips, he drove into her. "Mmm...mmm give to me hard Petey....just like that...fuck me...fuck me cause it's the last time baby...make it worth it honey...uhhh yesssss..."
The sounds of slapping flesh increased it's pace. Peter's grip was firm, tight, but somehow a little tender. He wanted, her, needed her in that moment and she loved it. With one thrust he slammed all the way and paused, savoring the feeling of her cunt while Sophia ground against him, working her hips.
Peter pressed Sophia forward so she was laying flat against her desk, him directly on top of her as he pumped her. His hot breath was in her ear,every moan, every grunt, all filled with pleasure and all going directly in her ear. She loved it. Best part of the job.
The desk scooted a bit with every thrust, and the thrusts themselves were getting harder, fast more insistent. And Sophia wanted on changed, both minor and major. It was, after all, their last time.
"Ass," she said in gulp for air. "Fuck my ass."
"You sure?"
"Mm hhm...big time. Gotta give you a grand finale...something to remember me by."
"Oh trust me I am never forgetting you Soph," Peter said, kissing her neck.
"Mmm I appreciate the sentiment but I kinda want that cock up my ass, sweetie." She moved her lips to his, giving him a quick kiss before he stood up behind her, giving Sophia's pussy a few more pumps before pulling out.
Sophia braced herself against the desk as Peter's cock entered her asshole. "Ooooohhh that's fucking tight," she hissed. "Oh don't worry I fucking love it just take it slow at first, okay?"
"No prob, Soph," he said. His hands ran over her ass, taking a grip of her once again as he slowly fucked her ass. The moans lowered to a near whispers, Sophia's mouth open in a silent "O" shape as Peter worked more and more of his cock up her ass, inch by tantalizing inch.
Soon, he was balls deep up her ass, and then when the pace began to pick up.
"Yeah...oh yeah fuck it...fuck my...oh Peter...fuck it...fuck my ass....just...like...THAT!" He wrapped his arms around Sophia, pulling her up, her back to his chest and drove into her, hard and fast, both right on that edge. His hand feverishly worked her clit. They were both ready to blow, ready to cum. It was a race Peter was going to win.
Oh fuck...oh Sophia...gonna cum...gonna fucking cum!"
"Mouth! Cum in my mouth!" In a flash he was out of Sophia's ass and in her mouth, the lustful professor sucking hard and fast until her mouth was full of cum, Peter freeze in place as pleasure raced through his body cum filled Sophia's mouth.
Before either could bask in any kind of afterglow, Peter whisked Sophia onto her desk and plunged his fingers into her soaking snatch.
"Cum Sophia...cum on...cum for me," Peter said as he fingers her, sloshing sounds filling the room as Sophia writhed and moaned. She hadn't swallowed all of his cum, and some had leaked out of her mouth as she began to moan.
Sophia shut her mouth tight, stifling what would have been a glass shattering scream of pleasure as she came hard, shaking. When she finally started to come down, she laid back flat on her desk while Peter took a seat once more. They were totally spent, and that's putting it lightly.
"So," peter said. "Thursday, your place around 2:00."
"Uh huh." Sophia replied, somewhat in a daze. "Perfect girl. She'll help you, guaranteed. Though that one won't be on the house."
"Gotcha. Also, I hate to fuck and run, but I should probably shower before I go meet Hailee for lunch."
"Yeah...probably should. I'm just gonna...gonna relax....maybe nap for the rest of the week."
***********
While class is where Karlie Kloss should have been, her destination ended up being some place quite different, and the person she was seeing would have been a surprise to her entire sorority.
"Well, I'd like to say I was surprised to get your call," Katie Perry said, grinning from ear to ear. "But we hear at Kappa Alpha are always friendly to a woman scorned. I am correct in that regard, right? You've finally had enough of Taylor's brand of shit? Understandable. I'm glad to see you've seen the light, and came to me personally. In my bedroom no less."
"Look, no games," Karlie said. "I came here to give you a heads up."
"About what? Taylor letting McKracken fuck her again? Up the ass to screw me out of my party? Something along those lines?" Katy smiled, sipping her seltzer, the bubbles fizzing around the lone maraschino cherry in the glass.
Karlie was speechless, frozen in place. Her entire pitch had been ripped from under her. "How...how?"
"Norm, be a dear and step out," Katy said. From the connecting room, Norm Dillon entered, holding a baby blue teddy bear in his hand. "Taylor isn't the only one who employs our boy here. I just...pay better."
"Indeed she does," Norm grinned. "Speaking of payment, this bear spy cam is still on the fritz. Might need to replace the camera. I'll go by my workshop, see if I have something doable. If not, gonna be a week before I get anything in to fix it."
"No problem. Just leave it here and come back when you can. Ms. Kloss and I have some...private business to attend to."
"You got it, Katy." Norm left the two alone, giving Karlie a wink as he left.
"Now, we can talk a bit more...friendly. Come closer, Karlie."
The statuesque blonde walked towards Katy. Katy got up from her seat as well. The two met. Karlie was unsure of what to do next, but there was a heavy sexual tension in the room, far too strong to cut. Instead, Katy did what she'd been planning on doing, she went along with it.
The raven-haired sorority queen pulled Karlie to her for a kiss, deep and raw. Karlie returned the affection, wrapping her arms around Katy. She'd always found her hot, but with the way Taylor had been acting lately, this kind of affection sparked kindling that had long been building.
Karlie wasted no time in freeing Katy's large tits. Male, female, it didn't matter, everyone Katy had ever been with had need to suck her amazing breasts, and Katy took no issue with that.
As Karlie voraciously went at Katy's tits, the two fell down onto Katy's bed, all in full view of the bear spy cam. The broken one...that wasn't so broken after all...
*******
After a quick shower Peter rushed over to the dining commons to meet with Hailee. He wasn't going to be late by any means, but he didn't want to remotely take a single chance, not with things being the way they were currently. Things weren't bad but they cold always get worse.
Peter didn't have look too long to look for her. Hailee had taken a seat near the entrance. She was sitting with a blonde woman Peter didn't recognize.
After a quick run through to get the food necessities such as pizza, fries, and of course nachos, Peter made his way to Hailee, sitting right across from her.
"Hey there beautiful," he said, getting a big smile from her despite their earlier conversation. "And...beautiful's friend."
"Hi." replied Hailee. She was happy to see him, despite the uncertainty she still felt. "And this is my friend Elizabeth Olsen."
"Nice to meet you," Elizabeth said. "Hailee said a lot about you. Most of it good, so don't worry."
"Well, that's...kind of a relief," Peter said. "So...what do you study?"
"Psychiatry." she replied. "Studying to be a therapist. Every day is a new experience, so many interesting cases, both in text and in real life. Fascinating. Simply fascinating. I have some of my own ideas I'd like to test out as well."
"What would those be?"
"I'd rather not say right now," Elizabeth said. "Still in the planning phases. I'm not even remotely close to a degree. All I have right now is studying and my job, which also includes a chance to check people out in a unique way."
"You got a job?" Hailee asked. "When?"
"A couple weeks into the semester. Kind of a therapist actually," Lizzie said with a smile. "A massage therapist. You'd be surprised what people will talk about when completely relaxed. Kind of a preview of full on mental therapy."
"You never meet any creeps?"
"No, not really. My boss has a good screening system, so no scum balls.." A text message alert rung out and Elizabeth went for her phone. "It's my boss, give me a second."
While Elizabeth got up and checked her messages, Hailee and Peter's attentions returned to each other.
"So, ready for the shoot this weekend? He asked,a tiny bit on the nervous side.
"Completely. " Hailee replied. "I know When harry Met Sally like the back of my hand. I am beyond prepared, regardless of what happens between, well, you know."
"Hailee..."
"I meant what I said." She looked at him, her face was serious, the smile fading momentarily. "You need to get your head together. Really think about us." She smiled softly at the last word. "I'm not saying no. I don't want to. But if I'm unsure I don't want to double on this. I need to know you're serious, okay?"
"Yeah, I get it."
"Hey, it's not so bad," she said, grabbing his hand and holding it. "If I was mad or didn't want something with you, I wouldn't have still wanted to eat with you. I don't want to not be around you. I like you, a lot. And I know this will turn out all right."
Before Peter could say anything else, Elizabeth returned, a grin on her face.
"What's with the smile?" Hailee asked.
"Well, my boss hooked me up with a sweet last minute sessions. An intriguing one too. Really looking forward to it actually."
"Well, it's important to have a job you love," Peter said. "Especially a college one."
"You have NO idea,' Elizabeth said. "So, what's the movie you guys are doing a scene from?"
*******
"FUCK ME!" Bella screamed, her voice raspy, lustful, and desperate for release. Paul was ramming her ass, every inch of his cock sawing in and out of the backdoor entrance.
Her arms were bend her back, being held there by Paul's strong hand. The sex was raw, rough, dirty and just how Bella loved it. She hadn't had a free fuck like this in a while. Her customers could get dirty, but there was always that edge when she discovered someone who could get like that for free. The last one had been Reggie, but in the end even he couldn't keep up...and he was a scuz ball.
"Yeah...take this fucking cock...fucking whore...", growled Paul. Bella's arms were behind her back, being held I place by Paul's hands. If believed in such a thing as a perfect match, he I might have to say Bella was his. A fierce, perhaps even dangerous business, woman and a total sexual freak to whom the idea of sexual monogamy was as ludicrous as taking a bath with a toaster. The closet he could think was "upgrade" when compared to his ex,Peyton. Sure, she was a fantastic fuck, but she didn't give up the ass like Bella....and she wasn't nearly as depraved.
"Yeah fucking take this whore's ass...mmmm fuck it..fuck it...huh...can your cock take it? You slowing down because you can't fucking take it?" Bella smiled as she teased. She knew he'd fuck her harder...rougher. It was a contract between them. The mment his dick entered her, that was the signature. "UNG! FUCK!" Bella's head was yanked back, her arms now free but her red hair being wrapped around Paul's hand and being pulled back. He knew her so well.
"Yeah you fucking need this dick, huh?" Paul asked, his voice a whisper in Bella's ear, tugging a bit more on her hair urging her to answer.
"Oh fuck yes I do..." She hissed. "But you admit something now...you fucking need this ass...my cunt...you flat out need me...you're addicted to this fucking slut and her holes!" Bella squeezed her ass tight on Paul's cock and began to grind against him, almost making him melt into a quivering pile, but her held on long enough to give her what she asked for.
"Oh fuck yes I fucking need it." Paul pulled Bella's head back again, roughly kissing her as he slammed harder and harder into her. They both knew what was coming, but Bella wanted a little bit more...a little garnish for the sexual dish.
"You're gonna cum huh? Fucking right..., fucking dirty pervert...gonna shoot right in my slutty asshole...but I need something...I need something BAD first...I want to suck your cock again...taste my ass on it...taste fucking dirty whore ass on your cock!"
"Oh what whore wants whore gets!" he yelled. Paul yanked out of Bella's ass and the horny little tarts dashed to her knees, happily taking his cock fresh from her ass right into her mouth.
A lot of girls hated ass to mouth. Hell, Bella knew a lot of girls hated blowjobs and anal. Bella was not one of those women. She loved it all. Sex was her passion. Her job. Her career. And she loved every second of it, the dirtier the better. It made her cum, and cum hard. And the guys tended to like too. They knew it was real, regardless of her being paid or not.
Paul and Bella moaned in unison, though Bella's was muffled by a mouthful of cock. He held her head in place as he fucked her mouth, Bella frigging her pussy furiously, every thrust in her mouth making her feel dirtier and more turned on. However...her ass was feeling a little empty. She just couldn't have that.
Bella pulled back. Her hand went to Paul's cock, jacking it, not letting him go a second without stimulation. "Back to my ass...fuck it...cum in my ass...fucking cum in my ass until you don't have a single fucking drop left. Understand? Every. Last. Drop!"
"You got it."
"Good." Bella gave Paul a smirk. She gave his cock a long lick before getting back on all fours, her hands gripped in the couch arm while Paul got behind her once more and quickly filling her well fucked ass with his dick. It was the home stretch, no turning back.
The room echoed with moans of filthy decadence and slapping flesh. Grunts and filthy words of encouragement flooded out of both their mouths as they rocketed closer and closer to their orgasms. As Paul's cock ravaged Bella's ass her hand was between her legs, working her pussy, increasing her stimulation until she couldn't take it anymore. However, Paul crossed that finish line first. She couldn't blame him. With a loud slap on her ass Paul shot into Bella's ass, the slutty master madame loving the sensation of cum being fired up her rectum. She loved it so much she came soon after, her asshole clamping tightly on his cock, straining a few more shots.
Both totally spent, they both collapsed on the couch, Bella resting comfortable in Paul's arm. It was shockingly romantic for both of them, but neither took too much notice of it. It was what it was.
"You wanna grab that blunt over there?" Bella asked. Paul reached over and grabbed the blunt. He took the lighter right next to it on the table and lit it before handing it over. "Such a gentleman. Explains why you're such a great, nasty fuck." Bella smiled before taking a deep drag on the weed.
"Can I ask you question?" Paul asked. "Somethings been on my mind."
"Paul, you've been balls deep up my ass and shared the real estate, you don't really have a question that could offend me."
"Why do you this whole thing? Not that I mind or judge. Frankly I think it's awesome. Proud to be a part of it. But...you're smart enough to do something legit."
"This is legit." Bella replied. "As long as I pay my taxes they don't really give a shit. That and giving law enforcement a nice 'look the other way' incentive with premium pussy at discount prices. And thanks to you and your music connection giving all those rock stars and rappers no frills, no problems college girl pussy for that premium price, I'm making more than before." She took a long drag on the blunt then handed off to Paul, who took one as well. "As to why I do it? Because I can. I'm good at it. The moment I realized in high school I could get what I want with my body, I saw no issue in doing it. Started out with fucking for better grades. Not As or anything. That would have been dumb. But if I had a C- and I wanted a C+ or B-, then it was time for fun. And not all my classes, just stupid shit like English and stuff. Math? I excelled. Still fucked those teachers though, but at that point it was for money. Which was still fun."
Bella smiled wide, some smoked leaking from her mouth. "Hell, I already had my college business before I applied here. It's good to have a healthy base of growth for any business. And professors, students...so many under a lot of pressure, so many lonely and they just need that nice, good nonjudgmental orgasm. A warm mouth, a tight pussy, a hot ass. And why shouldn't they get it? And without judgement. That's my business. That's what I'm good at."
"How did Reggie enter the picture? Like me?"
"Hardly. We used to date. My first love. I should have known something was up when he actually got excited at the fact I was hooking. Red flag, right?" She breathed deep, a little wistful, a bit regretful. "It was downhill after that. When I expanded to this campus, he torpedoed it. He tried to start up his own business with my girls. MY girls. None of them went for it though. Came to me. I pay well. I keep secrets well. It's good for business. But not for Reggie. I ended it. Kept him on payroll. He was good at scouting new talent and customers. He still can be. And I don't mind fucking him every now and then. But..that's far less now." Bella crawled over to Paul, a sweetly sinister smile on her face. "Is that why you asked? Wanted to know where I stand?"
"Maybe. I have to admit, was curious where Reggie stood on all this. Haven't seen him since we all had that little party."
"Oh he probably found some dumb co-ed with a bad boy fetish," Bella said with a laugh. "You boys and your hobbies. I wouldn't worry about it him though, not where we're concerned."
"And what exactly are we?" Bella crawled closer, her face inches from his. She extended her tongue and licked his lips.
"Exactly what I want us to be baby," She said. "Business partners. Close business partners. With an option for more. ON my terms. Any questions?"
"None at all."
"Good," Bella said. "Because if we aren't fucking I need to head to class. I try to not fuck my way into passing those classes since I'm actually good in them. Get dressed, we're leaving, and lunch is on you."
"Is it now?"
"Sweetie you may not have paid cash but you got in my ass. That's going to cost you a Denver omelette."
*********
"Ready for the match tomorrow? Jose asked. "This might be the first time you actually cut a promo that doesn't just equate to HULK SMASH but all demonic and without my amazing charm."
"I am so glad at least for our working ours you have to act like your jaw is wired shut," said Jake. "Utter paradise." He, Jose and Alison were sitting in the student union food court, picking at a lunch of mall-quality Chinese take out and discussing the match
"If only it was a shoot." Alison said wishfully. "Only in dreams."
"Laugh it up now, but when I decide to go all dark and gothic like Crow Sting, you guys will be wishing for my killer one liners that would even make The Rock jealous."
"Yeah, well keep that wit to yourself, Jake's dream girl is incoming." Said Alison. "And just remember, you get the urge to open your mouth, just repeat one name to yourself; Ellsworth."
"Hey, I'm not gonna say anything. This is totally his deal to screw up." Jose slapped Jake on the back. "Go get her buddy. This time without the mask."
"Thanks." Jake sarcastically replied. "Alison, if it even looks like he might be thinking about opening his mouth to do anything but breath, please cover his mouth with extreme prejudice."
"With pleasure. Now go for it, dummy."
On the other side of all this Lili approached him with a smile and confident front, but butterflies were slim dancing in her stomach. Camila and Madelaine were with her as back up, though only one of them had any clue what had been going on.
"I hate to ditch you on this very special morning Lils." Said Madelaine. "But I honestly have no clue why you need me and Camila here to help you ask a guy out like this is some episode of Saved by the Bell."
"It's moral support Maddie." Cami replied. "And entertainment to watch her sputter and get tongue tied like a middle schooler at her first dance."
"You're really bad at moral support Cami," Lili said.
"I do try."
"Be nice, or I'll send you over to talk to Jose to keep him busy."
"Yeah, well....look I don't even like him okay?? I didn't even know it was him I was making out with! And yes, from what I felt through the spandex he was packing but...well...I don't like him he's annoying!"
After an awkward moment of silence, Madelaine said, "Well, after even more awkward shit I'm clueless on the context of, I'm gonna go to the bulletin board post these flyers for Knockers. Lils, best of luck, let me know how it goes. Cami....calm down and just fuck the guy and get it over with. You only get like this when you really want to get someone in bed."
Maddie waved goodbye to a Lili barely able to contain her laughter and a very flustered and exasperated Camila, her face now beet red.
"She's right. You so wanna bang him."
"Shut up Lils."
"If you two fucked would it be yappy doggy style?" Lili asked.
"Oh I'm gonna get you. And it's gonna be good, like you'll cry and shit. But for right now, go get your big hunk of sexy guy who's nice and stuff....that was meant as an insult. And a GOOD one."
"Thanks." Lili took a deep breath and walked towards Jake. They met at a halfway point He pulled out a chair for her at a nearby table and they both took a seat.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied.
"Look, I just wanted to say, I'm sorry if I was too forward. It just felt like the right moment and.."
"It was." she replied. "It was the perfect moment. Don't apologize. Don't even think it. Jake...I've been in a weird place this semester. Hell maybe last semester. I didn't even really notice you. I don't know what I was thinking of. Head in the clouds and the books and not enough time here on Earth. And this time...something a bit more...exotic? I guess that could be the word. But...Spending time with you now feels...different. And it's a good different."
"Yeah, very good different." He added. "So...you're saying what I think you're saying, right?"
"If you think I'm saying I want to see a lot more of you in a very non-tutor setting, then yes. Spot on. I really want date number two. So, how about Thursday. You and me at the Whisky Casket. I figured since the first date was on you, this one's on me. And we continue the tradition of food we're going to need an extra couple hours in the gym to work off and get some of those gut-buster burgers they have there."
"That's...that's awesome Lils. You sure you don't want to do something a bit more, upscale? Fancy?"
Lili shook her head. "I don't want fancy. I just want you. Thursday works though, right? I know it's the middle of the week and all but it works best for me. I have some school and family stuff to prep for Friday night and Wednesday is...kind of booked. Just need to finish something up. And Saturday...Saturday is an awful long wait."
"Thursday is perfect. I'm kinda busy tomorrow too, and Saturday is too long to wait."
"Great," Lili said, her smile almost as wide as Jake's. "I will see you at the Whisky Casket at seven then mister."
"Nothing could keep me away."
"Well, let's keep it that way." Lili got up and leaned over the table, sealing their discussion with a kiss. "See you then." She got up and walked a way with a confident spring in her step.
And all the while, Alison, Jose and Cami sat together at the same table and watched.
"Ain't love grand?" Jose said, getting odd looks from both Alison and Camila. "What? I'm being serious. I'm sorry if it came out sarcastic. I'm happy for the big lug. Lili's hot."
"Ugh, I don't even know why I sat here," Cami said. "I mean you're okay and all Alison but your bud here is a total creeper."
"Yeah, and this creeper has a pretty good idea why you sat here. You want me. It's common, but alas, I have to say no as I don't bang evil hell beasts from the planet Bitch."
"Oh like I would ever even touch you."
"You kind of already did."
"You were in a mask! I couldn't recognize your slimy mug. Besides, you're the one who wants me, and it's not like I can blame you but that shit ain't happening. I don't do bestiality, and that includes whatever it is you are."
"Jesus Christ would you two just fuck and get it over with already?" Alison said. "I have never seen you two together like this, at all, and I already know you two are thinking of about fifteen different ways you could fuck each other right now."
"Oh HELL no," Camila said. "Not if he was the last living thing in existence."
"For once we're in agreement," Jose said. "Not even if she paid me."
"Uh huh, whatever."
Both Jose and Camila tried to protest even more, but were cut off from protesting too much when Jake returned to the table.
"Were you guys actually watching us?"
"Yeah," Jose said. "With running commentary. I was Lawler. Alison was J.R. And Camila here was that really annoying person they add in for a three man booth."
"And on that note of bullshit." Cami said as she got up from her seat. "Good luck, Jake. Lili is nuts about you, you'll do great, don't be nervous and if you break her heart I have no issue killing the shit out of you. Alison, nice speaking with you, you're a doll, we should do lunch sometimes. And Jose....down boy, or you'll get neutered. And if you'll all excuse me, I have to head to work."
"Thanks Cami, see ya around." Cami gave both Jake and Alison a smile, and big time scowl for Jose, then turned and left, Jose entranced by Camila's ass as she walked away. And if she'd known, she'd have a big smile herself.
"Dude, just ask her out." Jake said.
"What?"
"Cami. She's into you, you're into her."
"You too???"
"Fucking told you." Alison said. "You got it bad. The denial of this magnitude is only proof. You two had some heat behind those words but it wasn't angry heat. It was 'fuck me senseless' heat."
"Oh I don't have to sit here and take this," Jose said. "Both of you telling me I should hook up with some brunette sex goddess, I don't need this cruelty. I'm going to go do something actual business for us and head to the print shop to pick up those paper masks. Then burn all of the Jake ones in effigy for this egregious offense."
As Jose stomped off in faux anger and denial, Jake and Alison just looked at each other and laughed.
"You do know of course when they do finally fuck we're probably not going to see either of them for like a week, right?" Alison asked. "You know what that means."
"Singles run?" Jake answered.
"Bingo."
*********
While a lot of the student body and faculty were busy with lunch, Kelly Brook's photography class was just about to end.
"All right class, once again, great work all around," Kelly said. Her sexy accent meshing wonderfully with her full, curvy body. It had a touch of class to go along with all the filthy thoughts she created. She was a favorite professor among the lads...and more than a few of the ladies. "Most of you are coming along quite nicely, some of you though are slumming in mediocrity but I think we have enough time to pull all of you out of it. And do remember, next week half of you must bring me your portfolios for review for the midterms, then the other half next week. Short of a death in family or hospital stay, there will be no portfolios accepted late. And with that, I'll see you all next week."
The class gathered up their things and filed out. Kelly had a smile on her face as they left. She generally did. This time though, she was going to fulfill the fantasy that always left her smiling. She looked at two of her her students, the ones she had her eye on the entire semester.
Adam and Tommy weren't necessarily the kind of guys that stood out unless they were someone's type. And as different as they both were; Adam almost being annoyingly proper, never a hair out of place and Tommy being far more of an openly wild man.
Neither were particularly built. They both had auras about them, conflicting ones. They were young, lean, and on two different ends of the spectrum. And Kelly wanted to fuck them both. Prime cougar prey. She was going to eat them alive and they were going to love every moment of it.
"Adam, Thomas, I'd like you two to stay," Kelly said. "There's a few things I'd like to talk to you both about." The two photographers looked at each and shrugged. They headed towards Kelly's desk, the two different right down to even how they walked. However, the one thing they had in common was something a lot of people did as well; they simply couldn't stop staring at Kelly's tits. Kelly of course, didn't mind. It turned her on. She was a former pin-up, and the money was only part of it. Hell, she did a little bit on the down low. She loved being an object of lust.
"Now, boys, first let me say there's absolutely no reason to worry." Said Kelly, the fire inside her already burning wild from their gazes. "Quite the opposite in fact. Adam, sweet Adam. I love the simplicity of your work. Everything, every single last thing is not just in service to your subject, but it's slave. And doing everything in monotone adds such a nice layer of sexuality with a hint of the sinister."
"Well, thank you Ms. Brook." Replied Adam, a happy smirk on his face. "Means a lot."
"First off, it's Kelly. Secondly, no problem sweetie. Now, you Thomas. You are very wild and shows color, unique subjects, angles rebellion. Lovely, raw and fierce. The other side of perfection."
"Yeah, thanks." Thomas replied. "So, what did you need us for exactly?"
"Right to the point," Kelly said, half-smiling and giving Thomas the eye. "I like that. Very professional. Very...appealing." She took a quick moment to note both students staring at her tits before speaking. She loved her job. "Did you boys know that before I took this position I had a history as a pin-up?"
"No but I can believe it." Thomas said.
"Thank you. It's actually how I got this position. Turns out after years of being photographed I know a thing or two about shadow, lights and lenses. I have a good eye, and not just on how to make my tits and ass look positively scrumptious."
"I don't think you need much help in that arena, Ms. Brook," said Adam.
"And thank you, Adam. But please, it's Kelly, understood?" He nodded, getting a sweet smile from Kelly. And what was behind that smile Thomas saw immediately, giving him more of an idea of what was going on than his computerate. It was going to be a good day for sure.
"As I was saying, I was indeed a pin-up. And to be honest, using the word was is a bit misleading. I still do a bit of it on the side. Old fans, you know. Nothing big, no magazines. But demand is high enough where I can earn a nice bit of change for a photo set or two a month. Plus prints and posters and such. It's good little...what's the phrase...side hustle? Yes, that's it."
"And you want us to take some photos for the set," Thomas said, grinning.
"Precisely." Replied Kelly, returning that very same grin. "There's enough room for the both of you to set up just how you'd like. Just get your equipment back out, and I'll be right back with my outfits on...and little else. Your payment is dinner on me, credit, my reference which carries a considerable degree of weight, as well as another bonus I'll tell you about later, agreed?"
"Well, I kind of want to know what the other bonus is actuall--"
"Done deal Kelly," Thomas said. "Trust me boy scout, it'll be good." He gave Kelly a look that told her everything; he knew what the bonus was, and she gave him a little knowing wink as a response. This was going to be a LOT of fun.
While Kelly took a few minutes to get in costume, the two amateur photographers set up on opposites sides of the classroom/studio. It was minimal, of course, the basics. Neither felt like going all the way until they knew exactly what Kelly was going to be wearing.
Moments later, that question was answered.
Kelly took their breaths away when she walked back in the room. She was decked out in black lingerie, complete with stiletto heels, garter belt and stockings. She also wore a trench-coat. It was open, flowing behind her as she strode into the room.
"All right lads, who's first?" She asked, flooding the room with innuendo.
"I think I'm good to go." Adam replied. "You've provided me with....quite a lot in the way of inspiration. And I think I have something less intense in mind than Tom."
"Thomas?"
"Works for me." He said, drinking in every single inch of Kelly. "A little extra time to set up after seeing what I'm shooting...well, let's just say you gave me some ideas."
"All good ones, I hope."
"Oh, you'll find out." Kelly pursed her lips at him, rolling her tongue. He was going to be fun.
"All right Adam, how do you want me?" Kelly asked.
"Well..um...huh," he said, taking a pause while fulling absorbing all the images that Kelly just put in his head. "Okay, well, first, got to that stack of apple boxes. Just stand there, don't sit just yet."
Kelly did as asked and Adam got behind his camera. "Okay Kelly, I want your back to me. Pop the collar and look over your shoulder. I just want your eyes. And cheat the coat a bit to show just your calves. Tease them a bit. Hit them hard with the eyes."
Kelly whipped her hair back and popped the collar, her brown eyes giving Adam exactly what he asked for. The coat was cinched up a bit too. Underneath the popped collar Kelly was sporting a wide grin. She knew she had Thomas from the start, but now she knew she had Adam completely.
"Okay, now turn around." Adam said. "Keep the coat closed...but just barely. More on the bottom than the top. Give me a bit of a naughty look...cheeky. Mind I turn on the fan?"
I thought that's what I was doing," joked Kelly, making Adam a bit red in the face. "Of course sweetie. Whatever you think is best."
Kelly got in position and Adam turned on the fan. Her hair began blowing and flowing with the wind, and the coat getting the same treatment. Kelly posed and Adam took his shots. Picture after picture of Kelly seducing him with her eyes.
Next up Kelly was sitting on the crates. The coat was hanging off her shoulders and she was leaning back, the bra strap just barely hanging off. That's when Adam got a bit more bold.
"Kelly, could you pull down the cup of your bra?" He said cotton-mouthed. Just the cup. On the, uh, side the strap is falling off of. And...uncross your legs. If you'd please."
"Of course." Kelly slowly pulled the cup down, her large breast spilling out while she opened her legs.
"E-e-excellent. Now, put you arm between your legs a bit. Slowly lean forward as soon as I start shooting again." Kelly complied again and another round of photos were shot. Kelly was going on instinct, Adam's minimal direction giving her free reign to do everything she could...but not go too far. She didn't want to scare the lad off. He liked the tease, the build up. He gave it all away without realizing it. And the tent he was pitching in his pants also helped.
Kelly was soon laying down, the trench-coat now a makeshift blanket as she posed. The bra was completely off now, as were her panties She was writhing, her back arched. Then she was on her stomach, her ass up in the air. Then to her side, baring it all right in front of Adam.
"I...I think we got it." He said. He was breathing deep, out of breath. Kelly held in a giggle.
"Well, in that case, I'd say it's Thomas' turn. Are you ready?"
"Definitely." Thomas replied. Kelly put the lingerie back on, bending over at one point and giving Adam, quite on purpose, a clear view of her bare pussy.
She made her way over to Thomas' side, an array of light gels laid out, ready to be used at Thomas' whim.
"Okay, how do you want me?"
"Well, and not to be crass, drop the bra. Still have it in your hand. I want to start with the coat completely on. Dangle the bra bra from your finger. Maybe bite your lower lips a bit. Naughty, flirty, all that. You know you don't have anything covering your tits, they don't, and you know exactly what they want to see, all on your terms. You the one in control and they love every second of it."
"Got it. Know exactly what you want." Kelly replied. Her eyes locked on Thomas, both them knowing what was going to happen. The silent confirmation just made them both want the future to be happening at that moment. Soon her tits were free and both Adam and Thomas were entranced. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, actually," Thomas said. He gave Kelly a sly smile. "I heard some jingling in that coat. I'm gonna take a leap of faith here and ask, you got handcuffs?"
"Good ear. What would like me to do with them?"
"As you drop the bra, take out the cuffs. Twirl them on your finger. Then back to the camera, slowly drop the coat. Show your bare back. We'll work on it from there."
The directions were given, and Kelly gladly went along. It was more upfront and in your face than Adam's style, but Thomas kept the tease in tact.
The bra was dropped, the cuffs twirled. As the trench-coat came down, more of Kelly's flesh was unleashed. She turned to her front, her arms covering her bare breasts...and soon the arm dropped and Thomas grinned. He would have licked his chops if he could.
Much sooner than before Kelly was bare to the two men again, and once again, both were more than fine with that. Her skin was bathed in lights. Blue, red, orange, it was all she was wearing save for the stockings and heels.
"We got it?" Kelly asked. At this point she was laying down, her crotch pointed up in the air.
"Oh, we got all of that and more." Thomas replied. "And I think we might get even more."
"Oh, you're right about that." Kelly got to her feet and walked towards Thomas. She signaled for Adam to come over as well.
"What's going on, we both directing another set?"
"No, silly boy. We're talking about payment. IN addition to the lunch and the photo credit."
"Okay, so what is it?" He was a little nervous, Kelly's nude body completely bared in front of him, her calmness about it turning up his jitters.
"Well, how about this?" Kelly grabbed the straight-laced young man and kissed him, her hand immediately going to his crotch and massaging.
As Adam was being clued in as to what was going on in the most amazing way possible, Thomas took advantage of the fact he knew from the start. He got behind Kelly, his pants dropped and hard cock out. He grasped Kelly's hips and thrust in, the voluptuous Brit moaning in Adam's mouth.
Kelly bent over, finally freeing Adam's cock with her skilled hands and taking it in her even more skilled mouth. Adam got into it, any trepidation about fucking Kelly alongside another guy her barely knew was gone. Kelly was too hot to honestly care. Her beautiful lips were wrapped around his cock. He reached down and felt her huge tits in his hands, letting out a satisfied moan. The moment was enough to push him a little over where he'd usually be comfortable. He held her hair back, grabbing her head and fucking her face.
Thomas had no issue getting in to the moment. He was already balls deep in Kelly Brook's epic amazing cunt making it loud and clear how much he was enjoying pounding her. Her slapped her full ass, grinning like a half-mad court jester. This was the life.
Ung...oh...oh fuck yeah," growled Thomas. "Dirty fucking teacher...fucking your students...mmmm, love a right slut...and you're that, huh Kelly? Just a hot slut with a fine fucking body...ungg, fuck you're made for sex...fucking built for it...shit baby,..."
"Mmm don't stop." Kelly moaned, taking her mouth from Adam's cock. "Cock...give me your fucking cock and you get my whole body...both of you little fucking perverts get all of me...just do as I say and you get to do as you want...oh fuck...put that fucking cock back in my mouth..."
"Oh my godddd..." Adam yelled. If Kelly's mouth was this close to heaven her pussy simply had to be sinful as Hell. Thomas, seeing the curiosity on Adam's face, and being an all right guy for a pussy hound, decided to share the wealth.
"Get in on this pussy, pal." He said. "I'll take the mouth."
"Thanks." Adam pulled himself from Kelly mouth, the cock hungry professor smiling as a string of saliva connected the head of his prick to her lips. Thomas pulled out too. However, instead of immediately taking Thomas' place, he sat down on one of the apple boxes. "Fucking ride me."
"Oooh, taking charge." Kelly teasingly said. "I like it." She made her way over to Adam, leaning over and kissing his lips. "You want me to ride that cock, right? Take that hard piece of fucking meat inside me and let you take me?"
"Yes...now get on my cock."
"Mmmm, right away." Kelly turned her back to Adam and lowered herself down, her eyes shut as his cock took up residence in the prime real estate that was her pussy.
"Yeah...oh yes Adam...fuck it...fuck my cunt baby...ooooooooh fuck...." Adam's hands began at Kelly's hips before moving up her perfectly curvy form to her tits, the classic destination no one could resist on Kelly.
As Adam was in his own private heaven, driving his cock up into Kelly, Thomas decided to get back in the game. He stood on the box as well and stuck his cock into Kelly's eager mouth and began to give her a good face-fucking.
"OH fucking Hell...taste your fucking pussy Kelly...right..right on my cock...oh...oh...fuck yes Kelly...."
A cock fucking her pussy and the other fucking her mouth...her tits being groped by two pairs of hands...not much more could improve the moment for Kelly Brook. And those things that could, well, she was more than willing to put in motion.
Of course, Kelly wasn't the only ones with such carnally fulfilling plans. Thomas, as any sane man in the same position would, could take his eyes of Kelly's tits as she sucked him off. And feeling them with his hands was quickly getting to not be enough.
"Gotta fuck those titties," he growled, yanking his cock from Kelly's mouth. Her got in position, quite a feat considering the limited room the little platform provided. However, when the opportunity comes to fuck a pair of tits like Kelly Brook's, a way will be found.
"Yeah...you filthy perv, fuck my tits...so big, you can't help it, can you?" Kelly grinned, her tongue just barely curling up between her teeth. Thomas slapped his dick on her tits a few time before sliding in between the amazing mounds of flesh.
Kelly looked up at him with a cocky snare, her face almost daring him to go as fast as he could and not cum right in between her tits. She knew it's be a fun challenge. With every thrust she licked the tips of his cock, and everything was almost double time with added motions coming from Adam's furious fucking.
"Fuck man, you got get some of these tits," Thomas said. "Too fucking good to pass up."
"Mmm, yes Adam...I love how that cock feels in my pussy but it would almost cruel to have you miss out on all the fun."
"Ung...oh..oh...fuck...on your knees Kelly..." Adam groaned, his eyes shut tight. Kelly went right from his cock to her knees and her boy toys took position right in front of her. Thomas went right back in her mouth, giving Adam the perfect opening to go for Kelly's tits.
"Oooh, how's that feel baby?" Kelly asked, jacking Thomas' cock. She loved giving head, but loved urging her partners on as much as she could. Words were jut as much a party of the party as anything else.
"Oh shit so good...fuck this is amazing...holy shit..."
"Right answer," Kelly grinned before her mouth was once more filled with cock. The two took turns on her mouth. One in her mouth, the other between her tits, Of course, sometimes her mouth was filled with both. What Kelly wants, Kelly gets.
But now, Thomas wanted something a bit more...fun. Of course it fit right in with what Kelly wanted. He brought Kelly up, a lustful little laugh escaping her mouth. Her brought her over to her desk and bent her over. He motioned for Adam to get in front of her while Thomas got in position behind her, his anticipation matching Kelly's own.
"You know what I want, don't you?" Thomas asked her, slapping his cock on her ass.
"Mmm hmmm." She purred. She looked back at him over her shoulder, licking her lips. "So stop talking and just fuck my ass."
Adam's jaw dropped at hearing Kelly says that, but any shock he felt was soon placed with the familiar, wonderful sensation of her mouth on his cock.
Thomas placed his hand on the small of Kelly's back and grabbed his cock. He pressed it against her backdoor, and with a slight amount of resistance, he was in. Kelly was very, very experienced in anal sex. Fortunately, she was also nice and tight. The best of both worlds.
Adam felt a delightful shiver of pleasure run up his spine as Kelly moaned over his cock as her asshole was filled up with Thomas'. Everything about the scene was getting to be a bit much. He had to back out or Kelly was going to be swallowing his cum a lot sooner than he wanted. After all, if her ass was now part of the equation he definitely wanted in.
He pulled out of Kelly's mouth and stood back and watched, lightly jacking his cock as Thomas fucked Kelly up her ass. Her brown eyes stared at him, her face forming in a seductive, devilish open-mouthed grin.
"Yeah...yeah Thomas..fuck my ass...ngg....harder...harder baby...oh...oh fuck..."Kelly moaned and whined, her eyes pleading to Adam as her voiced pleaded to Thomas. She wanted him drunk on her lust.
"Oh you're such a hot slut, huh?" Thomas asked, slapping Kelly's ass hard. "That's what you are, isn't it? Taking it right in your fucking ass....gonna take his cock too, aren't you? Fuck...yeah...not quite done with you myself..."
Thomas pulled Kelly up, grabbing her tits again and putting his lips to her ear. "Say it...say what you are and what you fucking want."
"I'm...ung...I'm a slut!" Kelly cried out in erotic joy. Thomas increased his pace In her ass, her moans erratic, like she was on a very, very bumpy ride. "I'm a slut who wants cock...your cock...his...and fuck I want them both inside me...right now...fuck I need them both in me right now!"
"You hear that?" Thomas asked Adam, slowing his thrusts into Kelly, swiveling his hips. "She wants both of us in her....I think we can handle that." He pressed Kelly back down on the desk and built his speed up again, savoring every single moment of it before he pulled out for the next level.
Adam stared on, stroking himself as Kelly burned a sensual hole through him, her eyes screaming with lust to match her moans as Thomas rammed her.
"Oh...oh fuck...bet your want this ass, huh Adam?" Kelly teased. "Mmm I want it too...you want it? Want it now?"
"Yes." he replied. "Fuck yes."
"Cool by me...just...a few more..." Thomas growled. Her grabbed Kelly's hips hard and fucked for all he was worth before pulling out. He laid on the floor and Kelly walked over, sinking down on his cock. "Fuck this pussy is just as perfect as your ass Kelly...so fucking hot...hot whore, aren't you you?"
Kelly leaned down and kissing him forcefully, biting his lower lip as it broke. "Only the highest class of dirty whore, luv." He looked over to Adam and waved him over. "I hope you weren't all talk. Fuck my ass. I want you lads to fill me up completely...now."
Adam snickered and made his way over to Kelly, who was already riding on Thomas. He knelt behind he and Kelly stayed still as he entered her backside.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck YESSSS!" Kelly screamed. "Oh fuck that's it lads...or now fuck me...fucking use me! FUCK!" A handful of ass-cheek in each hand, Adam grasped Kelly's wonderful rump and began to thrust. He kissed and lightly bit her shoulder as Thomas fucked her pussy and sucked her massive tits. The trio were utterly in heaven, Kelly loving being sandwiched between her two lovers.
Adam sped up, growling and groaning like a sex-crazed demon as he ravaged Kelly's ass. Thomas filling up her pussy was making things even tighter. It was amazing. Perfect for all...and it was beginning to take it's toll.
Thomas moved his hand to Kelly's pussy, working her clit and as she was fucked, making the buxom British bombshell shiver and moan even louder. He buried his face in her massive cleavage.
"Oh...mmm you boys are doing so good...gonna make me cum...just a little more...little bit more..."
"Yeah...nng...I got an idea about a little more.." Adam said while balls deep in Kelly's ass. "If you're up for it..."
"Mmmm, I'm up for it all baby." replied Kelly. She kissed Adam, her tongue snaking out before their lips met.
"Wonderful," said Adam. He pulled out of his ass and breathed deep. There was a world of difference between Kelly saying she would be up for anything and her actually being there. But...she DID give him the green light.
He aimed his cock for Kelly's already occupied pussy and pressed his dick right at the crowded entrance, ready to push forward.
"Ooooh, very interesting choice Adam," Kelly said with a grin. She turned to Thomas, her face one of pure lust. "You cool with this?"
"No problem here teach," Thomas said.
"Well I'd say that's a green light, Adam. Now..FUCK. ME."
With the green light of go given, Adam pressed forward and Kelly's pussy was filled to the brim. She shuddered and released a low, guttural moan. Rarely had she been s filled...and she loved it. She'd have to do it again sometime much sooner.
"Oh SHIT that's so fucking tight!" squealed Kelly. "Oh fuck...oh yes...keep fucking me..so close...keep going!"
The men rammed their cocks inside Kelly, faster and faster, her moans and gasps laced with a fire that could melt concrete. Adam massaged and rubbed her ass as he thrust, pop his thumb in her well fucked ass while Thomas continued exploring her delicious tits. None of them wanted the pleasure to end. But then reality had to rear its head.
"FUCKING BLOODY HELL, I'M CUMMING!!!" Kelly screamed out, her cunt clamping down and convulsing on Adam and Thomas. The hottest fuck of their young and virile college age was close to being over.
"Fuck, gonna cum too." Thomas yelled.
"Me too!" yelped Adam. He pull out and Kelly got to her knees once more. The men were pumping fast and hard, moaning and aiming towards her gorgeous face, soaked with sweat, her mouth open and tongue out.
Soon she was coated in cum, the hot semen coating her face and dripping to her tits.
"Mmm fuck yes...fucking cover me lads...just..oh fuck just like that...good boys..." She reached out and rubbed their legs as their cumming slowed to a dribble. With a happy smiles, Kelly cleaned off both men and gave them a incredible post sex show of cleaning up and swallowing all the cum from her body.
"So...how about that lunch?" Kelly asked with a grin.
******
While some were eating lunch as well as other fun activities, Madelaine found herself hanging "Help Wanted" flyers around the school for Knocker's, the restaurant she worked it. It was like a low rent Hooters, but their specialty, aside from showing off the female form, was burgers. They even had a really good Vegan burger, Madelaine had to admit. It wasn't the ideal job but she made enough to live and her manager was paying her two hours worth of over time to put the flyers all over the school.
Her focus however wasn't totally on her work. All she was doing was pinning up flyers, but still, she couldn't stop thinking about Jared. Though she'd never, ever admit it to anyone, especially Cami or Lili, the guy had gotten under her skin in a good way. She was, to her endless surprise, actually looking forward to their cooking date...and Madelaine herself was the ONLY person she'd ever let know she was thinking of it as a date. Cami would never let her hear the end of it.
While Madelaine was musing about her near future and posting flyers in the Arts building, Peyton and Jesse were exiting the building's small library.
"Risky Business." Peyton said. "I can't believe we're actually doing a scene from that movie. The SUBWAY scene no less!"
"What, you nervous?" Jesse asked. "I mean yeah, it's an intimate scene but the professors kind of set all the directors up for it with how they deemed the Basic Instinct guy for going too soft, not taking the same risk the actor was willing too...that Gillies girl kinda raised the bar while her group lowered it."
"Yeah. I mean I don't know if I'm nervous, or THAT nervous. I mean, it's not like I'm working with a stranger in the scene." She gave him a sweet smile, the kind a guy could get addicted to, as Jesse surely was. Peyton and Jesse had been spending a lot of time together since Halloween, much like Jesse and Demi had been. Though unlike with Demi, Jesse and Peyton spent all the time just talking instead of the constant stream of sex. Not that he was complaining about either situation.
"Yeah, that is a pretty nice perk. On to a different subject, how are you doing since Halloween? Paul try and talk to you at all?"
"Oh thank God no," Peyton said. "He got what he wanted and ran. The only thing I think he's disappointed in was he didn't get my ass, honestly."
"Wow, okay," Jesse laughed.
"What? Did you have hearts in my eyes thinking I was as pure as the driven snow?" Peyton grinned, laughing right along with him. "Ruin the fantasy?"
"Not at all Pey. Just didn't expect such...bluntness. Especially in public hallway."
"I..I don't really care, you know? I mean it's not like it's a lie. We had sex. He conned me and I gave it up. It happened, I hated him for it, now I've moved on. I mean, I barely knew him, honestly. Just got swept off my feet by a pick up artist. I should have gone with what I usually do."
"What's that?" he asked.
"Gone with the first really cute guy I saw." replied Peyton with a wink. "It really doesn't bother you knowing Paul and I screwed around?"
"Nope. Makes you a lot more appealing you saw through him, actually."
"Oh really?" Peyton moved right in front of Jesse stopping him. "Then what's it finally going to take for you to make your move? I mean, you pretty much told me last week you and Demi aren't dating, you're fucking. So that means, your dance card is fre. So...wanna dance?"
"Oh, I do. Big time. I just should talk to Demi first, just to sort it all out."
"That's cool. Totally understand. But just so you know I'm serious..." Peyton's face moved to his, their lips pressing together in a heated kiss. "I'm done with the bad boy bullshit...except of course in the bed room. Victoria speaks real highly of you."
"Well, I hope I don't disappoint."
"You haven't so far."
"Well, there's still an issue," said Jesse. "I kind of need a place to stay and my income situation is kinda non-existent."
"Here," Madelaine interjected, getting in between Jesse and Peyton. He handed them both one of her flyers. "I couldn't help but over hear literally everything you said. Because you were right behind me. Knockers is looking for waitresses and bussers. Blonde girl, you'd be a great waitress. You have the assets they want. And they can always use more bussers. And you'll both make bank. Young or old, men get weakened by chicken wings, tits and ass and your wallet will reap the benefits."
"Um...thanks..." Jesse said, trailing off as he did not know this red head's name at all.
"Madelaine. Mention it when you get interviewed, I'll get a kick back. Do that and you're bussing with me the first night, I'll pay you out big time. And you? I think you'll do just fine on your own, blondie. Still, mention my name. Have a nice day. Hope you enjoy all the sex and stuff."
Peyton and Jesse were silent, amused and confused as Madelaine walked away.
"Knockers?" Jesse asked. "I don't know if I have the ass for that."
Peyton laughed, returning to Jesse's side. "I'm pretty sure I do though. And if the money is as good as that girl said, you'll be making some decent cash too. Enough for maybe a studio apartment..." She pulled him close, resting her head on his shoulder. "Not too small, but just big enough for romantic dinners for two and all the really fun stuff we do after."
"Sounds like a plan."
******
Things had been going good for Jose. Threesome with two of the hottest women he'd ever come across(in both meanings of the word), his tag partner finally had his head clear again, and his business partners had FINALLY listened to one of his insane money making merch ideas that probably wouldn't work. Accomplishment felt good.
That merch idea was why he was heading to the campus print shop. The paper masks were all done, stapled to the sticks and all. Now it was pick up time and the money was sure to roll in. After all, wrestling fans have bought much, much dumber stuff. Jose himself had a case of unused WCW Nitro cologne.
And yet those good feelings sank, or that's what he told himself, the moment he saw the lone clerk at the print shop, Camila Mendes. And from the look on her face, the projected feeling was mutual.
"Well, there goes my mood." She said. "What do you want?"
"I'm here to pick up an order, sunshine." replied Jose, desperately trying to heap as much annoyance on his voice as he could.
"Okay. Obviously it can't be anything with word, as I doubt you can go above grade four in reading..." Camila got up, waving him over to follow her. "There was a leak or a pipe burst or something. Before I clocked in. Nothing was damaged but for safety everything ready for pick up got moved to storage. That's where your crap is.
"It's NOT crap."
"Is it yours?"
"Yes."
"Case closed," said Cami, her smile sarcastic...certainly not genuine on any level...certainly not. She kept telling herself so it HAD to be true.
The walk wasn't that far, just enough for the two to trade a few more barbs. Camila led Jose in, saying as she opened the door, "Watch the door. The lock's been faulty, it can only be opened from the outside."
"You should probably get that fixed."
"Oh gee, Jose, why didn't I think of that?" Camila asked, sarcasm dripping off the words like syrup. "Blame it on maintenance. I've put in a request at least twelve times, and I'm not even the only one."
"I could probably take a look at it." he replied.
"Really?" Cami's eyebrow was raised. "You can do something useful?"
"Well, not with that tone," Jose said with a smirk. "Besides, with the way you were all up on me on Halloween, I think you saw PLENTY of my uses."
"All right, listen here you annoying little dog..." Cami rushed over to get face to face with Jose, leaving the door to do the one thing she had warned him against, shutting behind them. The moment they both heard the click, the argument they were about to have stopped on a dime.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Jose yelled.
"Oh shit! Shit shit shit!" Cami added. "Thanks a lot."
"ME? Oh no, no no no no, this is all on you, honey."
"You don't call me honey. Secondly, if you hadn't brought up the NIGHTMARE that was Halloween night, I wouldn't have had to get in your stupid face."
"Oh yeah, it was a real nightmare. Must have been why your tongue was halfway down my throat and you were squeezing on my dong through my costume."