"First of all, "dong"? Seriously? That's low brow even for you. And second, it's not like you weren't in on the tonsil hockey. And don't forget, I felt your hands too. And from the feel of things your were really wishing for the easy access of a skirt instead of the skintight leather."
"Fair point," he admitted. "Though I can't say I hated the black leather at all."
"Thanks...you weren't so bad either...for what it was."
"What it was? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh my GOD Jose stop taking everything I say as an insult!"
"Then stop insulting me!" The two were face to face, snaring, rage seemingly boiling over.
"You first!"
"Oh I bet you'd LOVE for me to do it first!"
"Yes, I would! But that won't happen because only real men make the first move!"
"That a fact?!?" Jose asked before grabbing Camila and pulling her in for a kiss, an action that was very, very eagerly returned. Her hand went between them, deftly undoing his pants while Jose reached under her skirt, cupping her round ass before grabbing and pulling down her underwear.
Camila moaned with a smile as she was pinned to the wall, Jose entering her. "Unnnhh fuck yes this is already better than expected," said Camila. Before Jose could respond she kissed him again. She sucked on his tongue locked her legs around him.
Jose's hands grasped her legs, running up them and back to her ass. If he wasn't under Camila's spell before, which he was even if he didn't want to acknowledge it, he was now. She was a walking aphrodisiac.
Camila reached behind herself, unzipping her top and tossing it aside. All it took was a look from her seductive brown eyes to his to get the message. For two masters of gab, their nonverbal communication skills with each other were through the roof.
Jose went to her breasts kissing and sucking them in a shockingly loved way considering they were fucking in an office store room. Camila breathed deep, the air hissing between her teeth and his teeth softly,but firmly, bit down on her nipple. Another quick moan escaped her lips as he grabbed her ass and held her, trying to move them to a nearby table.
Yet, as good as Jose was in the wrestling ring, he was still just a lust crazed man in the middle of some frantic, spur of the moment sex with his pants around his ankles. He tripped himself up and fells backwards on a pile of scrap paper.
The two of them laughed a breathless laugh, Camila leaning over to kiss him gently on the lips. "You okay?"
"Yeah, not the worst fall I've ever taken."
"Good..I only want you to have the bruises I'm gonna give you." She smiled at him, then moved her lips to his ears. "How about I do all the work for a bit?" Camila grabbed his hands and brought them to her hips, her eyes locked dead on his. "Watch me...watch everything I do..."
Jose's eyes, and everything else at the moment, were Camila's as she rode him, putting on a show of it. She whipped her hair, a look of utter passion on her face.
Every breath was deep, ragged and hungry, the look on her face one of seductive bliss, a smile never far from her lips. She loved what she doing to him. Every moan, every pleading word of "yes", the way he arched his back and gripped her hips tighter when she ground her hips just right just fueled her own fire more, which in turn, made him go crazier.
Camila grabbed he hands, dragging them up her body. First to her breasts, rubbing and caressing them together before taking one of his fingers into her mouth and sucking.
"Oh holy fuck Cami!" Jose growled. "Fuck that's so hot...holy shit!"
"Mmm...ohhh Jose...you like that? Like watching me fuck you? I love it...I love knowing you're so fucking hot for me...ohhh...ohh it's so hot...fuck I've wanted this since Halloween..."
"Fuck...oh shit me too...oh I thought you fucking hated me..."
"Fuck I thought you hated me...ohhh fuck right there!" Jose rose up, kissing Camila and pulling her close to him. She cried out as the kiss broke, moaning as he thrust up into her hard and fast before rolling her onto her back.
Jose paused for a moment, being utterly absorbed by how sexy Camila looked in the moment.
"Like the view, baby?" she asked with a n eyebrow cocked. "'Cause it's gonna be ever better when you make me cum...so start fucking me again...come on...fuck me, OHHH YESS!"
Their lips met again as Jose complied with Camila's request. Their moans were music to each other's ears. Camila's arms were wrapped around Jose's body just as tightly as her legs were. He wasn't going anywhere she didn't want him to. She reached down squeezing his ass as he drove into her. Both were going to finish the race, it was just a matter of who passed the line first.
From the look on his face, Camila knew it was going to be Jose. That was fine, she was close as well, they were both coming, ad she didn't mind if it was him first.
"Do it," she said. "Cum in me Jose...fill me up...oooh baby come I know you need to...
"You sure?"
"Mmm hmm," she nodded. "Let me feel your cum...please..."
"Ohhhh ungggg fuuuckkk!" he groaned. He moved down and kissed her deeply as he filled her pussy with his seed, his thrusts stopping as he came.
And shortly after the first few streams began to fill her, Cami reached her orgasm as well, reaching her hand to the back of his head making their kiss deeper, more passionate.
He was still inside her as they were both coming down. They looked at each other, forehead to forehead, warm but tired smiles on their faces.
"Wow," Cami said.
"Same here." Their lips met again, softly and much more tender. They were in no rush for anyone to unlock the door.
******
To say Matt Nelson had been having a bad time of things lately would be understating the matter. He once shared his dorm room with his two best friends. Now? He was mostly alone. Paul was busy with business and fucking every girl in sight and Jake had chosen Queen Skank herself, Demi Lovato, over him. And that's the reason he was mad, surely not because Jake was in some kind of relationship, a sexual relationship no less, with an ex Matt still had feelings for. No, that certainly wasn't it. That'd just be silly.
Still, Matt was alone. No friends, and no women. He was angry and restless. He had an urge to cure the blues in a very, very specific way. He reached for his phone and called up Bella.
After a few anxious rings, Bella answered. "Well hey there honey," she said. "It's been far too long. How are you?"
"A little..um anxious I guess?"
"Ooh...is that code for your cock is hard? Hard for me? You need a nice, slutty pussy to calm you down? Make you feel good?"
"Oh you have no idea, Bella." he replied. "Really bad few weeks."
"Oooh, poor baby," teased Bella. I'll tell you what. I can't personally help you today. I'm booked. But, I always like to give my clients exactly what they want, or the next best thing at the best possible price. So, I'm gonna give you the best deal on my dirtiest girl. I'll let her know up front. Same as our first time, just five hundred bucks and you get everything she has."
"Okay, I trust you Bella."
"Smart boy. Her name is Dove. I just sent her your contact info. Do't worry, it's all private. Know one fucks my clients but me and my girls. And it's always fun and yummy. She's going to text you the details of where to meet her. Then you two can get really, really nasty."
"How nasty?" Matt asked, images of the things he and Bella had done flying through his head, fueling his ideas for what he and this new girl could do.
"Mattie boy, I have trouble keeping up with her." There was a brief pause as Bella allowed what she just said to sink in. Bella smiled, just imaging her client's face. "I like to give all my girls a good test drive before I let them out. I mean, if I don't have a good time with them I know my clients aren't. It's just good business. And a lot of fun."
"I can only imagine." Matt replied with a gulp.
"Oh, you don't need to only imagine. I'm sure at some point we can arrange a little triple the fun. But first...have fun with Dovey. Bye, baby."
The line went dead and Matt put his phone away. For the first time in a while, he laid back, a big grin on his face. Sure, he was looking forward to fucking. Pure animistic fucking. It wouldn't solve all his problems. But for the moment, in that moment, it would feel amazing. And now, he also had a possible threesome to look forward to.
Sure, it all had to be paid for, but it didn't matter. In Matt's head, he always paid for pussy in some fashion. Money was the least painful way, right now.
******
So...just to make it clear, wow," Jose said. He was buckling his pants, giving Camila a shockingly sincere smile, one that was eagerly returned.
"We're in total agreement there." Camila replied. "Could you toss me my panties? I think they're in the corner right next to the recycling." Jose tossed them to her, locking eyes with her as she slid them back on.
Once their clothes were in order, the two found themselves in an embrace again, softly, but deeply, kissing each other. "Another round?"
"That sounds great, babe," Cami said. "But we pushed our luck with no one opening the door on us. At this point, especially after texting my boss, it'd be kind of career suicide to literally be caught with my pants down at work. Still, tempting."
"Did you just call me babe?" Jose asked. "Not a dog of the yapping kind?"
"Yes, I did." Camila licked her lips, barely containing a smile. "Look, let's be honest. We're attracted to each other. We like each other a lot. We're the only two people that can verbally keep up with the other. And denying it after this would just be foolish. I'm no fool and despite many of my insults neither are you."
"Thanks...I think. But yeah, I agree. So...we a thing?"
"A big thing." She kissed him again, smiles forming on both their lips as it broke. "We're going to be the annoying, lovey dovey couple aren't we?"
"Probably, but we could always throw in a couple of snide comments to make it interesting."
"I'm gonna hold you to that." Cami backed away, reluctantly, and looked at her phone. "Boss should be here any minute to let us out....why did we come in here again?"
"I had to pick some stuff up. Water leak, customer stuff in here."
"Oh yeah...sorry, brain goes a little fritzy after an orgasm. Let's get your stuff."
The two went to a series of shelves, and right on the top was Jose's box. "Of course they put it on top. Because I'm the only one here not six foot anything." Cami turned to Jose. "Give me a boost? You get touch my butt again...."
"Griping your ass and getting my stuff? Who could say no to that?" Jose cupped Cami's ass before going to her hips and lifting her up. "Got it?"
"Yeah...nnnh...it's wedged in here really tight..because of course that's what they did...gotta...make everything way too hard!"
"Wow, so they're taking your job?"
"Ha!" she laughed. "Okay, wrap your arms around me, get a good grip. When I tell you, pull, okay?"
"Got it." he replied. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist, lifting her skirt a bit to kiss her ass, making her gigle a little.
"Okay...I have a grip...on three..."
"You sure about this?" Jose asked. "What if it falls right on you or something?"
"I got this, babe." Cami replied. "Now,again, one three....one....two....THREE!" With one hard pull, the box was dislodged...and while things didn't go as Jose feared with an impact on Camila's noggin, the box did fly open, and it's contents got strewn about the room as Camila fell backwards, Jose happily breaking her fall.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," she said. She turned over and and looked him over. "What about you? You pretty much got sandwiched between me and the floor, but a lot less hotter than we had first done it."
"Cami, you're not the heaviest person who's ever fallen on me."
"Huh? What do you mean by...." Before she could finish her though, Camila noticed what had actually fallen out of the box. She saw the floor littered with paper masks. Very familiar looking masks. She looked at Jose's face then picked one out, placing it over his face. "HOLY SHIT!"
"What?"
******
"Not too nervous, are you?" Katy asked. She and Karlie when in a restroom, checking themselves out in the mirror before going to Mr. McKracken's office. "Cold feet?"
"Not really." replied Karlie. "It's just, you really need me to?"
"Sweetie, I know why you're cautious. But I promise you, this is two fold. One, as bad as it may sound, it proves your loyalty to me and that you're done with Ms. Swift. Secondly, I'm pretty sure the two of us together can outdo anything Taylor can do with that Charli girl...what does XCX mean anyway?"
"Some internet thing." Karlie pursed her lips, colored red, in the mirror and checked her hair. "Ready or not."
"Here we come." Katy grinned and lead Karlie out of the rest room. If there was any trepidation on any of their parts, their confident strides hid it completely. They burst right past McKracken's eternally flustered secretary and right into his office, Karlie closing, and locking the door.
"Um, hello," he said, raising his gaze up from the stack of papers in front of him. "How can I help you and your friend today, Ms. Perry?"
"Well, as much I as I like a little build up, I think for the sake of all three of us and the fun we could be having, I'll cut to the chase." Katy walked to his desk and grasped his papers, sorting them and lightly placing hem aside before sitting down. She leaned forward, giving the older man an amazing view at her cleavage. "Karlie and I are going to fuck your brains out. Outdo anything Taylor did or will do to get the on campus approval for her end of semester party. And I do mean anything."
"Look, Ms. Perry, Katy. Not that I don't really, really appreciate the offer, I have to insist that there's been no such offer from Ms. Swift."
"So, you're saying you didn't fuck up the ass on your desk and she go the union back for Halloween?" McKracken was silent and Katy smiled at her victory, a smile that grew wider when he gulped. "That's what I thought. But don't worry. I only took it away from her in the first place by letting you jerk off on my tits. She upped the ante by giving up her ass to get it back. Can't argue with results. But I think this time, I can do much...MUCH better."
Katy got to her feet, Karlie standing by her side. Before McKracken good say anything else, he was silenced by the blonde and brunette dropping their dresses in unison. With two bare naked except for high heels co-eds in front of him, he decided to go with the flow. Like any sane pussy hound would.
"Now, how about you just watch first," Suggested Katy. "But take your cock out. You can cum if you want. But don't think we'll be done just because you came once."
The older man moved to the font of his desk, sitting on the edge. His cock was out and in his hand, ready to stroke himself as Katy and Karlie began their show.
The two kissed, deeply and hungrily. There was an element of show to it, to be sure. This was for an audience, after all. But every good show has genuine passiion behind it, and Katy and Karlie were radiating just that.
They pulled each other closer, far to into each other to really pay attention to McKracken's moans and the fap fap fap of his masturbation. Kat thought wasn't as lost as Karlie. With a quick gaze to McKaracken, seeing how totally under their spell he was, Katy slid her hand between Karlie's legs and her fingers entered the leggy blonde's folds.
Karlie moaned loudly into Katy's mouth a sound that only increased Mr. McKracken's lust. "Yeah, just like that," he said, lechery dripping from every word. "Suck on Katy's tits...kiss those big fucking titties."
"You heard the man Karlie," Katy said. "And I also wouldn't mind the gesture." Karlie and Katy gazed at each other, eyes of blue fire to eyes of blue fire, burning hot with lust.
"Ooooh Karlie...." Katy moaned as the long legged blonde feasted on her tits. Any thoughts of Taylor were gone from Karlie's mind. She was much to into the moment. Ms. Swift though was still fresh in Katy's mind, and that was a good thing for Ms. Perry. She loved fucking. Men or women, didn't matter. She loved winning. And she loved to take things from Taylor. This little event was a hat trick. Knowing she was hurting Taylor Swift just a little gave things a wonderful extra rush of pleasure.
While the visage of Katy Perry fingering Karlie Kloss while Karlie sucked and kissed Katy's amazing breasts, McKracken wanted a lot more, and he wasn't remotely afraid to ask for it. Or in this case, demand it.
"Katy, get her on the desk and eat her out," McKracken said, he hopped off the desk and moved back behind it. "Do it.....eat her pussy."
"I love the way you think." Katy removed her fingers, licking them clean, then motioned to Karlie. "You heard the man, lay down on that desk."
Karlie smiled and nodded, all too eager to please in the moment. She reclined on the desk, her elbows propping her up just a bit. Her long legs were open, an enticing invite to Katy.
The curvy brunette got to her knees and waited no t a single second more than she needed to dive in.
"Oooh oh oh Katy...oh yes..." Karlie moaned. "Oooh..oooohhhhh"
If Katy's mouth wasn't already busy orally pleasing Karlie, she'd be grinning from ear to ear. Fortunately her eyes told the tale. Though Karlie couldn't tell, her own eyes were shut tight as Katy delivered a constant stream of pleasure.
McKracken had had enough of just watching and stroking. He moved to Karlie's mouth, presenting his hard prick to her. "Suck it." He demanded. "Suck my cock while she eats your cunt."
"Karlie, be dear and do as the nice old pervert asks," Katy said, a seductive and authoritative smile being delivered directly at Karlie in between the bolts of pleasure.
Karlie turned her gaze to the man in question. Her arched her eyebrow, glowing confidence at him as she opened her mouth, her tongue flicking in a decadent come hither motion at him.
McKracken grinned with glee as he stuck his cock in Karlie's mouth, shuddering as she sucked him.
And did she ever suck his cock. Karlie was rarely one for blowjobs. She was much more of a fan of Katy's current activity. She had sucked her share of dick before, mainly in tandem with Taylor. It was a job, but she learned more than a few tricks at Taylor who one of the men flat out called a "goddess of blowjobs".
Right now though...Karlie might have given the blowjob goddess a run for her money. It was all down to Katy. There was something...dirty about it all. Something that made what they were ding a sensual kind of filth than what Karlie had been dealing with concerning Taylor. She;d been cold to her for so long, even the slightest bit of warmth was like a raging fire. It used to be like that with Taylor...but any thoughts of her were quickly swept away by the actions fo Katy, which only spurned Karlie to make Mr. McKracken feel as a amazing as she could with her mouth.
And he was damn near in heaven. With the sensation she was creating with her warm, wet mouth and sensational tongue, McKracken would have a hard time believing that Karlie wasn't a seasoned blowjob artist. He reached his hands out and held her msaller breasts, squeezing the felsh that was there before beginning to pump her mouth, a move that only seemed to make Karlie moan louder.
Still, as much fun as Karlie's mouth was, he could help but look over at Katy Perry. The sex bomb brunette was bent over, happily munching on Karlie's cooch, wiggling her peachy ass Katy knew what she was doing and McKracken knew exactly what he wanted. He pulled out of Karlie's mouth, kissing her like a savage beast before getting off the desk and moving behind Katy.
Oooh!" Katy yelped as McKracken's hand collided with her ass with a loud smack. "Mmm what are you doing back there, sir?"
"I do believe I'm going to fuck your pretty little pussy, Ms. Perry."
"Ohhh baby that sounds like so much fun. Don't make me wait. Fuck me please please please..."
He rubbed his cock up and down her pussy lips, shaking with anticipation before he thrust forward. "Oooooooh shit...." he moaned.
"Mmmm," Katy said. She licked her lips, tasting Karlie on them and looked over her shoulder. "Hard and deep baby...fuck me hard and so deep..."
He answered her with a hard thrust, a satisfied whine escaping from her lips. His hand held the curves of her hips and he began to take her exactly as she requested, hard and deep. From the moans coming from Katy's mouth, it was exactly what she wanted. There was no show to be put on. Not that they weren't putting one on anyhow, as Karlie was loving her time as a spectator. Though Mr. McKracken wanted her included as well.
"Keep...fuck...keep eating her pussy Katy," McKracken said, his voice on the verge of a demand. That made Katy a bit hotter than she already was. The authority hiding behind the tone. "Eat it...fucking...fucking do it..."
"Nnng...any..unh...thing you want, baby...and of course I don't think Karlie's gonna mind."
Karlie lips went into a affirmative smile into a lustful "O" shape as Katy went back to satisfying her. Her; Katy, and McKracken were a chain of pleasure, each one feeding the other, making things hotter and hotter. So hot Karlie would do just about anything, which was something McKracken, and Katy, were going to be all to eager to take advantage of.
Before moving on though, McKracken wanted a full tour of Katy's body with his hands. They roamed her ass, every inch of the each getting felt up and massaged before moving up her body, skin slick with sweat.
A jolt of mild pleasure went up Katy's spine at McKracken's exploring touch, mixing with the heavy pleasure his cock was delivering. With the amount of fun she was having, it was easy to see why sex was the manipulation tool of choice for Taylor Swift. Even having McKracken just watch her and jerk off had a tinge of hotness to it, but the full on act, a threesome no less with no limits, well, that's just open everything a thousand fold.
He leaned over Katy's body, his hands moving around as well, gliding over her tight stomach to the all-stars of Katy's body, her tits. Not that the rest of her wasn't spectacular, but even Katy acknowledged the headliners of the show were her gorgeous globes. As soon as his hands were on them, McKracken confirmed what he already knew, they felt even more amazing than the looked.
Katy moaned as her tits were felt up, the vibrations causing nothing short of heavenly pleasure to be jolted through Karlie's body. The view wasn't bad for the blonde either. It as so good in fact Karlie didn't mind much when Katy was yanked up, her back pressed to McKracken's chest, his hands tightly grasping her tits.
Karlie was mesmerized as Katy was fucked, and fucked hard. Jolts of moans and groans were the only thing to escape from her cherry-chap-sticked mouth as he ravaged her cunt, thoroughly enjoying it in a way she could tell was nothing short of amazing.
McKracken softly bit Katy's shoulder, then kissed that spot and moved to her neck, then to her ear. While her moans were music to his ears, McKracken wanted to shake things up a bit.
"Mmm...Katy...oh fuck...your pussy...ohhh damn..."
"Mm, yeah fuck it," she playfully purred. "Take that pussy...fuck it's all yours..."
"Think Karlie feels the same way?"
"Mmm...I know she does." Katy's blue eyes looked at Karlie's dead on. "Time for some cock, Karlie."
"I'm more than fine with that." replied Karlie. And, despite her preference for pussy, she wasn't lying. This had happened when Taylor brought her in for things like this as well, but if you got Karlie hot enough, crazy in lust enough, a deep and serious craving for cock overcame her. Nothing like just being able to suck a guy off and find fun it it like before, oh no. She flat out NEEDED it in her pussy, and needed it now. And Mr. McKracken was too happy to oblige.
After a few more pumps he pulled out of Katy then looked to Karlie. "You're gonna ride me."
"Yes, sir!" she exclaimed, an eager and sultry grin on her face. Karlie slid off the desk and McKracken laid down on it. For her part, at least for now, Katy was fine in watching and catching her breath...as well as playing with her pussy. She watched with sinful glee as Karlie climbed back on the desk and sunk down on Mr. McKracken's cock.
"Oooh...ohhh sir," Karlie moaned. While she was indeed high on the erotic pleasure of the moment, she was conscious enough to know exactly what to say. Just by observing how he fucked Katy, Karlie knew calling McKracken "sir" would give him that perfect, extra little jolt. Of course, she was right.
"Yeah...yeah fucking ride it," McKracken demanded, authorative urgency in his voice. "Fucking ride that cock, you hears me?"
"Ooooh, sir yes sir!" Karlie grabbed his loosened tie and pulled himself up just a bit, Karlie leaning down the rest of the way and gave McKracken a deep and hungry kiss. When it broke, she let him back down, gravity doing it's job. He may have had the tone, she may even be calling him sir...but Karlie was the one riding the bronco.
She heldy the tie tightly and began to buck and grind, yee-hawing like a cowgirl as McKracken was being driven utterly wild.
"Yeah fuck it fuck it fuck it FUCK MY FUCKING COCK!" he bellowed, grasping Karlie slim hips hard, smacking her ass a few times as well for good measure.
He rolled his eyes back in pleasure as Karlie squeezed her cunt around his dick, almost making him lose it on the spot. The only thing that kept him in the safe zone was pure will power, knowing exactly how he wanted this debauchery to end.
Katy probably knew exactly what McKracken wanted. But before they got there, she decided it was time to add a bit more to the mix.
She got up from the chair and climbed on the desk as well, her sopping pussy directly over Mr. McKracken's face. With such a perfect visual cue, McKracken relented, savoring Katy's pussy while the brunette brought her lips to Karlie's the two sirens deeply kissing as they both felt stunning pleasure from two ends of their lover of the hour.
Katy maned a moan that trailed off with a pleased giggle of girlish glee as she felt Mr. McKracken grasp her ass and pull her closer to his face. She moaned, appreciative. What he may have lacked in technique he made up in enthusiasm, which definitely went a long way with Katy.
As good as Karlie Kloss riding his cock while he ate Katy Perry's pussy was, and good was VASTLY underselling it, McKracken wanted more...as well as a breather so he could last when he got that more he wanted. He slapped Katy's ass and mumbled, something Katy correctly took as a sign he wanted to speak.
"What is it baby?" She asked.
"I want to change it up again." He replied, kissing her ass. Just from the look in his eyes, Katy had an inkling of what he was going to want...and she was hungry for it. Anything Taylor could do, Katy could do better and she was ready, willing and able to prove it.
"Off that cock sweetie," Katy said to Karlie. We're moving on to something a bit more fun...."
"Sure thing, Katy." Replied Karlie. The blonde then looked at McKracken and winked. "Your cock felt soooo good baby." Katy crawled off the desk and stood, smiling a sinister smile as Karlie leaned over and kiss McKracken before getting off of him. He then sat up and look at the ladies, his smile matching Katy's.
Before we move on...how about your eat Katy's ass Karlie. Get her ready for me."
"Get her ready for..you mean?"
"Mmm, damn I love how you think, Mr. McKracken." Katy replied. She turned to Karlie, a half smile that told all the story Karlie needed. "Do it. Eat my ass and get it ready for that thick cock of his."
Karlie nodded, breathing deep. She was both stunned and turned on by what was going to happen. She kissed her way down Katy's back before she got to her ass. She open up Katy's cheeks, kissing each one of them before going in and sending Katy on the road to sinner's heaven.
As Karlie took care of Katy's behind, McKracken wanted a bit of Katy's front. While feeling them with his hand was nice, he needed to taste those titties.
"Oh fuuck yes!" Katy cried out. McKracken hungrily went for her tits. Sucking, kissing, nibbling, all of it. He had his face buried and and getting the full experience of Katy Perry's titties while Karlie was enjoying herself at Katy's ass, licking her brown eye while playing with herself.
Still, this was all just build up. As much as Katy loved the attention and McKrakcen craved being up close and personal with her tits, there was something more they both wanted.
She pushed McKracken off of her gently and moved away from Karlie. The older man and the blonde watched, almost hypnotized as Katy walked towards the wall in front of her. The room was silent save for click-clack of her pumps. Her pressed her hands flat on the wall and bent over, her back arched perfectly.
She didn't look over her shoulder to call him over. She didn't need to. Katy didn't even have to wait ten second after getting in her position for McKracken to get in his. She moaned softly as she felt his rock hard cock slap against her ass a few times before his hand came into play. He pressed down on the small of her back with one hand and pressed his cock against her asshole with the other.
They broth breathed deep through gritted teeth as McKracken pressed forward, finally popping through her tight ring. They both let out a satisfied sigh.
McKracken stayed still as a statue for a few moments, letting Katy's tight ass get used to the intrusion of his girth. Soon though, he began to thrust. Slowly, carefully at first, but still with a sense of urgency behind it.
While McKracken was getting very well acquainted with Katy's sphincter, Karlie was entranced. While not a fan of anal herself, she LOVED watching it, whether it be watching Taylor get fucked up the ass in person or just watching porn online. And right now, watching a cock saw in and out of Katy Perry's utterly delightful ass had her intensely wet. She was fingering herself not even realizing she was, under the spell of voyeurism.
Katy braced herself against the wall and cried out in pleasure as McKracken's pace increased. Her eyes were shut tight, her tongue licking her lips as the wonderful mix of pain and pleasure rushed through her body. Goose pimples covered her flesh as with every stroke, any pain was overpowered by the intense feelings of pleasure.
McKracken went harder and faster, grunting and growling out Katy's name. "Ung...fucking take it...right...ohhh fuck...right in that ass...mmmm baby so fucking good...fuuuuck!"
"Yeah...yeah fucking take it...all yours...fucking use my asshole...oh fuck make us both cum baby!"
He went balls deep inside of her, grinding his hips, really working his cock. Katy, in response, squeezed her ass tight around his cock, making him shiver. He through his head back and moaned. As he slowly came back to Earth, he caught a glimpse of Karlie, enjoying the scene on her own. And a great idea for a grand finale entered his mind.
"Ride my cock with you ass," he said. "Fucking ride my dick with that asshole, Katy." He pumped her ass a few times then pulled out and sat back down on his chair. Katy turned to him and smirked. She made her way to him and turned around and sunk back down on his ass. Their rhythm continued, now Katy in control...but McKracken wasn't done yet.
"Karlie, eat her pussy while I fuck her ass..."
"My pleasure." Karlie crawled over and got between Katy's legs. There were no looks exchanged. Karlie went right for her cunt and Katy howled in pleasure.
"Ohhh oh-oh-oh fuuuck yess!" she cried out. "Mmmm you're both gonna make me cum...oh fuck yes...don't stop...fucking make me cum!"
McKracken wrapped his arms tight around Katy's waist, thrusting fast up into her ass. Every thrust made her moan higher and higher, every stroke of Karlie's tongue drove her wilder and wilder and wilder until....
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!" The brunette bombshell cried. She froze, McKracken still taking her asshole as Karlie frigged her clit. With Katy's asshole clamping down hard though, McKracken knew it was all coming to a spectacular end.
"Fuck gonna cum!" She said. "Wanna cum on you both!" Katy pulled herself off and knelt right next to Karlie, kissing each other savagely as he stood before them.
"I have to fuck your tits!" He said to Katy.
"Mmmm, fuck them and cover them in your jizz baby." She replied, licking her lips. She pressed her tits together and he slid his cock between them. McKracken thrust frantically, going harder and faster and faster until finally, he exploded with a long groan.
"Yessss, baby." Katy urged, a wide smile on her face. "Every drop...don't stop..I earned it all...every single drop you have is all mine....there we go...Good boy..."
"Fuck," he sighed, slumping back down on the seat, but his eyes still on both women. Karlie, inspired by the whole scene, licked Katy's massive tits clean of the massive load Mr. McKracken had just fired on them, then depositing it right in Katy's mouth, giving Ms. Perry a pleasant surprise.
With the cum swallowed, Katy got to her feet, smiling wide. "So, Mr. McKracken, about the party plans...."
"Sure, yeah. You got it. I'll sign the papers, you get a discount, whatever. All yours."
"Excellent. Very great doing business with you. See you around."
******
The afternoon was a pleasant one. Birds chirping, a soft breeze, just the right amount of clouds in the sky. Perfect weather for walking your girl back to her home, which was what Jose was doing with Camila.
Hand in hand, they walked back to her dorm, gigantic grins on both their faces instead of sneers and false bravado. No more insults...to each other at least. Now it was all sweet nothings and trying to one up each other on sarcastic quips. It was a welcome turn around. A very quick one too. Not that either minded, but still, it was enough to make Jose chuckle a bit as he thought about it for a second too long.
"What so funny, Sweetface?"
"Nothing, just...kinda funny being so openly into each other instead of hiding it and being openly hostile. Sure you're not going to be keeping this a secret, ease the friends into it?"
"Hardly," she said. Camila led him by the hand to a bench right in front of her dorm. He sat down, she sat on his lap. "The only person I ever seem to hide things from is myself. But, once I admit something to myself, I don't hide." She craned her face to his and kissed him softly but deeply. Of course, mid kiss was when Lili decided to show up.
"Oh my god I knew it," Lili said with a laugh. She waited for a reaction, but didn't get one until Cami was done.
"Oh, hi Lils," she said. "I'll meet you up in the room for the customary ten minutes of jokes before you get all the details."
"Well, for something of this magnitude I'd usually demand fifteen," said Lili with a crooked smirk. "But I think the details are gonna need to be extra detail-y. So...see you soon Cami. And treat her right Jose...or I'll neuter you. It's a best friends thing." Lili smiled and turned, when the smile grew even bigger. It took a lot for Cami to be willing to stick with a guy, and considering the sweet way she was showing the affection already, Lili knew Ms. Mendes was serious.
"She seemed more happy about this than either of us."
"That's Lili for you. Big time softy. A marshmallow soul, all soft and warm and sweet and tasty...which means I hope the whole thing with Jake and the whole Magnus Pain thing doesn't hurt her. I won't dump you for it or anything but it will make things weird."
"I know. And I had a lot of fun at his expense over but you know it's not his fault, right?"
"Yeah, I know." Cami rested her head on Jose's, sighing deeply. "Lili's side of the story is pretty much the same. She wouldn't even let him take the mask off. She didn't want to know who it was. She just wanted the fun. And what sane man is going to tun down no strings sex WITH his dream girl. It's a good reason to not insist but still...he could've. Not entirely blaming him but come on..."
"Yeah, I know. Probably why I was ripping on him so hard. That and they were some REALLY good shots at jokes."
"OH my god, right?" Camila replied. "They pretty much laid it out on a silver platter, with that platter on a silver platter."
"Why did you take it so well? I mean you seemed kind of shocked about the wrestling thing, but not mad."
"Eh, no reason to be mad. I mean it's not like it was something you were actively hiding from me and I found out. Shock, yes....and it puts some pressure on you. I mean the cardio and endurance you have to have to do that stuff, well, let's just say when you and me are alone where there's an actual bed and privacy instead of a big supply room you're going to have your work cut out for you."
"I think I'll live up to the challenge."
"And on that note," Cami said, kissing his forehead. "I'll see you Thursday Sweetface. Right after we drop the kids off for their play date."
"Can't wait." She hopped off his lap and left Jose on the bench. He slumped back, smiling wide while looking at the sky. "College rules."
*******
While the whether was the same at the campus coffee shop, the mood was decidedly different, or it was in Jesse's head. As he told Demi, beautiful Demi, about the current status with Peyton, he expected her to meltdown. To scream. To yell, you run away betrayed once more. But aside from being gorgeous, Demi was a master of curve balls.
"Jesse, that's great!" she beamed. "I'm so happy that's going somewhere with you two!"
Jesse wasn't just surprised by Demi's verbal reaction but the celebratory hug she gave him. "You're not mad? I mean...you know..us an all that?"
"The sex? The really fucking good sex but still just sex?"
"Yeah, and me staying over..."
"Look, Jesse," Demi said, her smile still beaming, but now with a comforting tone. "I appreciate that you care enough about me that you'd be worried about how I'd react. And yeah, I thought after Halloween night, there might be something more than the sex. But the more we fucked, the more I realized I just wanted some amazing, guilt free sex. No strings, but with someone I could trust. And you 100% fit that bill. But dating? I don't know if I even really wanted that. I thought I did. But I did realize what I wanted, and you telling me about Peyton...it makes it easier honestly, because you're not going to be alone."
"What do you mean?" Jesse asked. "Everything okay?"
"It's great," Demi said. She took a deep breath then a sip of her iced tea. She was collecting herself for something, building up the courage to say it for herself. "I'm leaving. It's got nothing to do with you. But...I can't be around here anymore. Surrounded by too much of the bad from the past and only a couple bits of good. And you're one of the best bits. Still, I can't be on this campus with Matt & Paul. I just can't. So I talked to my professors and next week I'm pretty much doing a combo of midterms and finals. So, from Thursday until Tuesday, it's pretty much nonstop study time. But...I have tomorrow open. And I checked out that same room from the same hotel as Halloween. So, before I leave and you pledge you're undying devotion to Ms. Peyton List...." Demi moved her face to his, her hot breath on his lips. "...how about we have a nice, sweet, sexy and dirty goodbye party?"
Demi extended her tongue, licking Jesse's lips and forming it into a quick peck on the lips.
"Sounds like the best way to say farewell."
"Great." She replied. "Tomorrow night, 7:00 P.M. Se ya then. And again, seriously happy about you ad Peyton. Best of luck."
"Thanks, Demi." She got up and gave him a long, full hug good bye then walked away. They were both happy for each other...and of course eager to say goodbye in the most fun way possible, though what Demi had planned, Jesse couldn't have imagined."
*****
While plans were being made for certain sleazy motel in the near future, that same motel was about to have another set of plans come to fruition. And Demi was connected to them as well, though not in any way she'd like to acknowledge, and that went for the party involved.
Matt pulled into the motel, perverted anticipation written all over his face. Bella had talked this Dove girl up...and the location he'd been texted certainly lived up to that talk. If there was a definition for sleazy motel in the dictionary, this would be the visual definition for it, right down to the sun bleached neon sign, perpetually flickering, getting ready to die. Dove had a lot of sleaze to live up to.
He made his way to the door he was directed to. He was kind of honester the old worn down door's number, gold paint cracked and aged, weren't 69. Instead, it was room 26. No double entente he could think of unless that was the number of men preferred for a gangbang by Dove.
Matt knocked three times, and she opened and took his breath away. Platinum blonde and curvy, Dove had a look that was almost angelic, but there was just enough of a dirty air around her to make it clear she was a very willing sinner, the least of which wasn't her smoldering smile from her plump lips.
"You must be Matt." She said, he voice seductive and inviting, with just the right amount of authority. She could read Matt like a book and knew exactly what position to take, both literally and metaphorically. "Come in."
He walked through the door into the room. It had all the accouterments that the sleazy outside promised. A basic bed, a landscape painting from a discount mart, and a TV two generations old. A classic porn set motel room.
"Bella never disappoints." Said Dove, walking a circle around Matt, looking him up and down. "Either in recommendations or in bed. And I'm sure you know about the bed part by now. And I hope to show you that I...I'm worth every penny and more. I never overcharge though. A good whore is an honest business woman. And a good fucker. They go hand in hand, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yeah, I would."
Dove smiled at the slight hint of nervousness in his voice. She loved hearing that from a man. Every single one she'd ever fucked gave her that tone, even when she wasn't turning it on.
"Bella was right on the money. You're cute. I'm not just saying that for the money, believe me. I have no problem telling guys if they're ugly freaks. Most of them get off on it. You...you like like fun." She approached him, that sinful smile still on her face and her eyes never leaving his; a cobra who has entranced her prey. "Let's see what you have, Matt."
Dove slunk to her knees and opened Matt's fly. In short order his jeans and boxers were around his ankles and his cock was out. Dove held it in her soft hand, examining it.
"Oooh, I think we have a twofer here." She said. Her eyes gazed back up to Matt,a twinkle in them that made him hunger for her more than he already was. "You look to be both a shower and grower."
She pumped him casually, the feeling of his cock getting rock hard in her soft hands making her soaking wet. "We are going to have SO much fun."
Matt had a response lined up for that, he really did. But Dove silenced that by taking his cock between those full, pouty lips of hers. Any words he hand melted away into grunt and groans of approval and pleasure.
Dove was like a woman possessed, sucking and slurping, obscene amounts of saliva dripping from her mouth as she sucked. You could almost call her a cock sucking machine save for the fact a machine can't love what it does. Dove didn't just love sex. Sometimes it crossed over into living for it. She was the ultimate workaholic and she, and all her clients reaped the benefits.
She pulled off his cock, taking a deep breath. He mascara was dripping but her face was all smiles. "You like that, don't you? Fucking pervert. Being lazy too, making me do all the fucking work...gonna be passive, huh, make Dove do all the work? Not gonna help out you lazy motherfucker?"
"That kind of talk is gonna get your face fucked!"
"That a promise? Huh? Fucking dirty son of a bitch? Gonna shut my mouth with your fucking cock?"
"Damn right." Matt replied. He took hold of Dove's head and fulfilled Dove's teasing demand. His balls slapped against her chin and the saliva was flowing like an open faucet.
While Dove was getting her mouth ravaged her hand slipped under her jeans, her fingers sliding inside and delivering a bit of release to the pleasure building inside. She loved being used just as much as she loved using the client's cock. Perversion, she loved it.
After a few moments holding his cock deep in Dove's throat, Matt pulled out, slapping his cock on her face before pulling her up and throwing her to the bed as the blonde caught her breath and laughed.
"Oooh, taking charge?" Dove asked, the tease in her voice on full blast. "Gonna fucking take this pussy, huh? Think you can do it? Think you can fucking have this pussy?
Matt climbed on top of her, holding her wrists down while Dove laughed. She darted her head up as best she could, licking at his face, her own face screaming at him with looks, daring him to take it further.
"Oh I am...I'm getting what I paid for for..." Matt slide his jeans clumsily off then went for Dove. He flipped her over on to her stomach, the platinum-maned she-devil giggling with excitement as her pants were yanked down just enough to expose her pale, round ass to the air.
"Yeah...yeah that's right Matt...fucking take me...make me yours...all fucking yours...use me..." Dove moaned, breathing in deep as Matt enter her, laying on top over her prone form. The moans turned to pleased grunts as his paced increased.
Matt was in utter heaven and he'd only just gotten a sampling of what Dove had on display. He was grunting, almost growling in her ear as he fucked her, his sounds of pleasure matching hers. No words. None were needs. The primitive sounds screamed it all, "Fuck me!"
Dove loved it. Matt pressing down on her, his hot breath in her ear, arm around her neck. Not pressing down, but around it, holding her in place, just using her...she loved it. She one wished she were facing a mirror so she could see it all happen. But there was time for the mirror in the room later. This was just beginning.
Matt began to slow his thrusts, replacing quick and short with long and strong pumps into Dove before pulling out. "Face me." He demanded, turning her over on his own. "I want to see that slutty fucking face."
"Oh, is that right?" Dove said,spitting on his tongue with a smile. "Need to see my pretty face while you fuck me?"
Dove hopped off the bed and leaned against the wall. She extended her arm and wagged him over with finger. She gave him a sneer mixed with a smile as he ran to her, stripping her completely, her jeans tossed away and her panties torn off, then picking her up in his arms and pinning her to the dirty, aged door of Motel Sleeze.
In short order he was back inside her and taking her cunt so hard and fast Dove thought the door might break down...but it'd be so worth it. As he moved to her tits, sucking and biting on her nipples, Dove new she was always going to pencil in Matt, no matter what. She always knew in short order whether she had a return customer she'd actually want to see and one she'd only take if she was low on rent money, and Matt was proving himself to be in the former category.
"Oh fuck...fuck yeah...such fucking good pussy...holy fuck," Matt said, almost like a mantra. He was utterly entranced by everything Dove brought to the table. Her body, her eyes, her voice, her velvet vice of a cunt...utterly divine.
"Yeah...fucking use that pussy," she said, he striking blue-green eyes piercing him through locks of sweat-matted platinum hair. "Nnnngg fucking take it...take that cunt and use it...use it good...you're doing so good just FUCKING USE ME! OH FUCK, I'M A FUCKING SEX TOY! FUCKING ME YOU FUCKING PIG! FUUUCK!"
Matt's pace increased again, driving up into a very happy whore in Dove. She rolled her head back, her eyes shut tight in deep, passionate lust as she was given everything she demanded and more....and of course, she had more to give all the same. When a man fucked her like this, she always felt she had more to give up to really earn every last penny.
She looked at him, that smile of her never leaving his face. Her tongue darted out again, licking his lips before kissing him, biting on his lower lip as it broke. "You want me? You really want to fucking take me? Huh? Fucking dirty motherfucking pervert? Really want to make me fucking yours?"
"Nnng yes!" he growled, grabbing her blonde locks and pulling her hair back. It got a laugh from Dove, making that wicked grin of her even wider. "I want everything you have."
His mouth went to her neck, kissing it as Dove breathed deep, getting ready to drop the bomb on him that wold make their liaison something more than a one time, bought and paid for fuck. She already knew it was, but this would be the cherry on top.
"Then you're gonna need to bend me over that dressed and fuck me up the ass," Dove said. "So what are you waiting for, motherfucker? Do as I say. Take me over there and FUCK MY ASS!"
Dove laughed a sinner's giggled Matt pulled out of her and almost dragged her to the dresser. He spun her around and smacked her hard on the ass. He slapped his cock head against her cheeks a few times before wrapping his arm around her, his hand clasping around her throat. It was a firm grip, but not choking. Matt knew better and Dove trusted he did. Perverts could read each other pretty well, in her experience.
"Does the slut want it up the ass?" He asked, biting her earlobe firmly, but not too hard. "I hear that right?"
"Yes you fucking did." replied Dove. "So how about you stop fucking talking about it and start fucking do it unless you're too much of a fucking chickenshit!"
Matt responded in the way Dove hoped, the way she needed him to. He pressed his cock against her backdoor and pushed forward, grunting in primitive satisfaction as he began to take her backdoor.
"Unnnnfuck that's it...just like that," Dove moaned. "Don't fucking go slow...no sweetness...fucking take my ass...I'm fucking whore so fuck me like one!"
Matt built up his pace. Hard, fast. Urgent. Both of them were utterly lost in the lust of it all, lust that was turned up by watching it unfold in the mirror, just as Dove knew it would. Self-voyeurism is a thing of beauty.
He held her tight as he plundered her ass, her pleading moans and groans, urging him on. His hand roamed from her neck to Dove's full tits, squeezing the fleshy orbs hard, pinching her nipples and his other hand furiously worked her clit over.
Dove's breaths got quicker, shallower. Her eyes began to flutter. She was going to cum, she knew it. She grasped his hand by the wrist and brought back to her throat. She looked at hi through the mirror. "Choke me." She said. No qualifiers like 'not hard' or 'just a little'. Perverted trust.
He squeezed down. Not too hard, but just enough to send that perfect chill up Dove's spine to mingle with the rest, sending her on her final destination, a collision course with a mack truck orgasm.
Matt only went hard and faster in Dove's amazing ass as he watched her body's reaction in the mirror, the way her tight stomach expanded and retracted as her breaths got deeper and more desperate, her groans and cries of passion becoming more and more a garbled, confused and lustful mess until she cried out in absolute pleasure, freezing in place as she came, and came hard.
Matt's thrusts continued as Dove road through it, his thrusts becoming more insistent as her ass clamped and squeezed on his cock. He couldn't help, looking at Dove's face contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolling in the back of his head. He had to keep going...and the his wall was hit.
He pulled out of Dove's ass and pulled her down to her knees. Before he could jack himself off Dove beat him to the punch, taking his cock in her mouth directly from her ass.
"Yeah...oh yeah Dove...suck that fucking dick...oh fuck...gonna fucking paint your face...paint it up like a real whore..."
"Yeah, you fucking better," she said, jacking his cock, her fist a blur. "Fucking cover me...make me your whore..fucking make a real fucking whore with this cock...paint me with what ass-fucking earned baby! CUM ON MY FUCKING FACE!!!"
"FUCK YES!!!" He yelled. He grasped his cock back from Dove and aimed at the fuck drunk blonde face, her mouth open, tongue out and happy written all over it, soon to be joined with copious amounts of cum.
Rope after rope was shot on her face, and even more firing right on her pink tongue before things slowed to a drizzle, when she took his cock in her mouth, sucking the last few droplets he had to offer down her throat.
Matt flopped backwards on to the bed, propping himself up with his elbows to watch as Dove cleaned the cum from her face, licking and sucking her fingers clean. "So, was I worth, you fucking perv?"
"Every damn penny," he said with a smirk. "And then some."
"Thanks you." Dove got to her feet and laid next to him on the bed. "You were amazing too. Again, not just saying that because I'm getting paid. You just made it to the top tier, Mattie-boy."
"Top tier?"
"That means you're not just a low on the rent fuck. You? You book me, I'm cancelling plans for that dick."
"Oh, cool," he said. "Nice to be wanted."
"Ditto."
******
Despite being such an active campus, Wednesday was a relatively normal day, all things considering. The evening though was a different case, at least for Lili, Camila and their men. Or in Lilli's case prospective man...kind of.
While Lili went inside to secure hers and Lili's seats, Cami waited outside to meet Jose. Mainly to get an update on Jake's state of mind. She waited,arm's folded being on the lookout for him, either in or inside his mask.
A smile crossed her face when she caught him sneak out of the back entrance. Without his mask on, no one even notice he was in his wrestling tights, though the jacket he had on covering his upper body probably helped.
"Hey," he said, planting a quick peck on her lips. "Lili here?"
"She's inside. She's so psyched to not be here alone she didn't even question me volunteering to be her back up with zero protest. How's Jake?"
"Psyching himself up for the bit we have to do. Once he does that, the whole Lili thing should be a piece of cake. I convinced him it's not really breaking up with her because he's breaking up with her so he can date her for real. That's some slingshot around the sun time travel nonsense but he got it."
"Well that's one less thing to worry about."
"There's more than that to worry about?"
"Well..." Camila said, pulling herself close to Jose, who got the message really quick and started to cuddle her. "I started watching a bunch of your stuff since yesterday...and other wrestling stuff. You could get hurt. Bad. I'm not even talking from the stuff you normally do with the tables and thumbtacks and stuff. I saw this video where this huge dude just ran and he fell to the ground in pain, clutching his knee. Sure, it was fucking funny the way he just fell over like one of those buildings in a Godzilla movie then it wasn't funny when I thought it could be you."
"You watched that video and laughed?"Jose asked. "You're fucking perfect. Seriously, I have about thirty minutes before our segment if you want to go to my van for a quickie."
"I'm being serious." Cami replied. "I know you're going to be hurt doing this but I don't have to like it. Just...just becareful, okay? Don't TRY to get hurt to impress these guys, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, I promise."
"Good." She nuzzled against his shoulder and her caressed her hair. This was new for him. He never actually had someone worried about the dumb shit he tended to do in the ring. He just did it. Now...would he be second guessing everything. Instead of dwelling on that, he decided to break the very small amount of tension he was feeling.
"SO is this a no on the whole quickie thing?"
She pulled away from him, her eyebrow raised and her lips pursed. "Really? You have to ask that?"
Before he could respond she grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the building. "It's the black and green one, right Sweetface?"
Jose hit the jackpot.
********
While her friends were busy off campus, Madelaine had her own things to attend to, namely her cooking class tutoring with Jared. Despite her best efforts to convince herself otherwise, she was looking forward to it. Maybe it was the effort he took to get it to happen, including actually getting a hold of Madchen's classroom for it.
She walked in the door, Jared had texted her it was open. She tried to keep her face stonewalled, but she couldn't help a little bit of a smile from coming out. She didn't know why he was getting to her. She knew she should not want it at all, it was against everything she'd always told herself she wanted. And here she was disagreeing with herself. Typical her.
Still, it could be worse. Jared could be the kind of guy who went to eat at Knockers. The kind that under-tipped and over-touched. Instead he was the kind of guy who tipped and actually ate the food and didn't act like he was there to flirt. But he did flirt..kind of...but she didn't hate it which drove her nuts because she told herself she should hate it.
"So, what's on the menu?" She asked. Jared was behind the counter in the center of the room, apron on and setting up all the ingredients. He looked cute. She hated it. And loved it.
"Madelaine!" He said, a hint of surprise in his voice that made her want to smile. She held it back. Kind of. Mostly. A little. "Oh, um, well, I thought something fairly simple and delicious. Where when you do it once, boom, you've nailed it for life."
"And that would be?"
"Blueberry muffins. Vegan, of course."
"Wait, baking? Not like, you know, something a lot simpler that I won't instantly fuck up, like...scrambled eggs or something? I can't bake!"
"Yes you can." Jared replied. "Look, you're smart. Can you do math?"
"Well, of course. I'm not stupid."
"Then you can bake. Because that's all it is. Just follow the instructions to a t for the first few times. Then it becomes clockwork. And when it becomes clockwork you can add some flare to it. But right now, you're going to make some vegan muffins. Just follow the instructions. I'll be here as a net if you need any help. But I want to stress if. I don't think you'll need much help."
"Is that so?" she asked, the smile braking out from it's cell halfway. She placed her hands on the counter and leaned over it. "What makes you so confident?"
"I just think you can do it. If I had to bet what the issue has been with the other stuff you've attempted to cook or bake, it's you're putting too much thought into it. Trying to put a signature on everything instead of just, you know, doing it. You're outsmarting yourself and you're smart enough to do it."
She nodded, pursing her lips as a way to push that smile back all the way down. "Okay, what are the bananas for in this blue berry muffin recipe?"
"Oh, to replace the eggs. You could also use unsweetened apple sauce, but I personally think that more useful in vegan pancakes than something like this, where the sweetness of the banana brings a lot to the party but the flavor kind of plays background to the other stars, namely the blueberry."
"Okay," she said. "So, is there an apron for me?"
Jared nodded, holding one out for her. Madelaine made her way to the other side of the counter. She picked up the recipe and gave it a quick look. "Just follow it, word for word."
"Yep," Jared said. "If you feel lost, I'll be off to the side. Not going to be hanging over your shoulder. That sucks. And besides, you don't need that kind of supervision. You've got this. Only thing I can really say is tie your hair into a bun or something, red. Then we're ready to go."
"Okay," she said, once again letting him get away with calling her Red. She quickly put her hair up, read over the recipe, and began.
Madelaine was on shaky ground at first. She kept repeating to herself, it was all just following directions. That's it. But she kept feeling like somehow she was getting measurements wrong. They were exactly what she was reading, but she didn't think she had good footing.
Every time she looked at Jared for reassurance though, that changed. He only checked on her a few times. Always with the response she knew was already there, she was doing okay. She was just psyching herself out and she honestly enjoyed having someone have her back. And she barely had any problem admitting it, at least to herself.
Before long, much quicker than she expected considering her own trepidation, Madelaine had the batter made. She looked over to Jared, and he came over, the safety net activated.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Is this right?" She showed him the bowl of batter. He quickly dipped his index finger in it and took a taste.
"Tastes good. I mean raw batter is kind of a clue of how the final product will be. Not exact. See for yourself." Jared reached in to get another taste for himself, then Madelaine surprised him and tasted the batter form his finger, surprising them both.
As soon as Madelaine realized what she'd done as she pulled back, her lipstick leaving Jared's finger smeared.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen," Jared said, blushing redder than Madelaine's hair.
"No, it's all right," she said, burying any embarrassment she might have felt the only way she could, by letting the smile out. "I misread it and...I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
"No, I'm fine." There's was a few moments of silence, every one of them awkward. "So...how did the batter taste?"
"Good," she laughed. "I think the final product will be better. I grease the pan, right? Even with the muffin paper things?"
"Oh, yeah, just use the oil spray." Jared replied. "Just a little. One quick coating should be enough."
Madelaine took the next steps, coating the pan, putting in the muffin cups, filling them up then putting them in the oven, the timer set for eighteen minutes.
"Is that it?"
"Uh, yeah, until the timer goes off."
"Okay, so what do we do until then? Madelaine asked.
"Um, I brought some books Or if you want we could go get some food at the little mini snack bar/convenience store thing around the corner."
"You really didn't have anything planned?"
"No. I mean, if I'm going to be honest I thought you might get frustrated and kick me out."
"Really?" Madelaine asked. That hurt, a little.
"Yeah...and I'm sorry I said that."
"No...don't be. I can be a little, stand-offish. I'm not easy to know. To put it bluntly I can be kind of a bitch. I get that. I have problems trusting people. Foster care will do that to you."
"Red, I had no idea.."
"Don't. Don't say you're sorry. Don't pity me. I hate that. I'd prefer people think I'm a bitch than pity the poor little orphan girl."
"I don't think you're a bitch." He said. "Maybe a little distant, cold sometimes, but not a bitch. And I don't pity you either. It can be a touchy subject is all."
"Thanks." She hopped up on the table, swinging her feet a little before waving him over, inviting him to sit next to her. "I don't like to tell people about that. The foster kid stuff. I try to hold that back unless I trust someone. So...I guess I trust you. Thanks for offering to help me. It means a lot. I should have said yes earlier. Should have thanked you earlier. So...thanks.
"It's no problem. Happy to help. Besides, you did the work yourself, I just ws back up and..." before he could finish the sentence, Madealine kissed him. It was soft, tender, but deep. His hand went to her cheek, soft holding her face until the kiss broke.
"I think I have an idea of how we can kill time," Madealine said, letting her red hair fall back down to her shoulders. Jared watched, completely speechless as he watched Madelaine hike her skirt up to remove her underwear, dropping them on the floor. Her opened her legs, and looked at him, her smiling face giving him the last it of invitation he needed.
Jared got off of the counter and moved to Madelaine, the pale beauty wrapping her legs around him. "You..you sure about this?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I want this. I want you. It's okay. "
"I didn't offer to help expecting this."
"I know," she smiled. "That's why it's happening." She pulled his face hers, kissing him while undoing his pants. The moment his cock was free, she held it in her hand, moaning into his mouth as she felt it harden in her hand. He wanted it too.
They both breathed deep as her entered her. She moaned, tightened her legs' grip around him as he began to build his pace.
"Oh...oh Jared...oh...oh wow.." Madelaine said, the smile winning it's battle completely. "Oh keep going...mmmm..."
'Fuck...fuck I wanted this for so long...oh Mads..."
"Mmmm unnn...oh fuu...ohhh...." Madelaine leaned back, holding herself up with on arm while the other scrambled to remove her top. Jared moved back from kissing her neck to help her, dropping the garment on the floor right next to her underwear.
"Ooooo," she moaned, a smile on her ruby red lips. Her free hand ran its fingers through Jared's hair as his mouth was at her round breasts, little droplets of pleasure being added to the mix as his mouth worshiped her pink nipples.
Jared's hands were doing double duty, one at her breasts, softly massaging and caressing Madelaine's perfect breasts while the other had to feel her legs, carressing them from her inner thighs out and back again. He wanted to know every inch of her and in this setting, this was the best option.
His arms reached around her, holding her up and freeing Madelaine's hands to go to his face, softly holding him in place as she stared deeply into his eyes.
"Gnnnnohhh look at me...look me in the eyes Jared...I want to see you...I want you to see me...mmmmmm just keep going...oooo...."
He did and instantly got lost in them. It was all to easy to do with her. He was already crazy about her, but that was from afar. This, up close and very personal, was completely new, different and worth every second he spent admiring her from afar. His forehead leaned against hers, bringing a smile to her face as she breath deep. She moved to kiss him softly, their tongues caressing each other as it broke.
"Don't..don't stop looking at me...hold me...kiss me...keep kissing me..."Madelaine began to moan, her bod starting to shiver and her pale face getting redder and redder. Her legs squeezed tighter around Jared, his arms pulled her closer. Their eyes never broke contact, their lips never far apart for too long.
"Madelaine..oh..oh Mads...I'm close, where do you want me to..."
"Don't pull out," she said, almost begging. "I want to feel it..oh please cum for me...oh I want to feel so..soo..oooohhh my gooooaaahhhh..." Madealine's eyes shut and began to flutter and Jared could feel her shaking. He kissed her and almost with that contact she came, Madealaine pulling his face even closer to her as her orgasm rocked her.
And as it rocked her, it rocked Jared to. With one last thrust, he came into her, Madelaine's toes curling at the warm feeling filling her up, joining in the mix of every other ounce of pleasure.
He grunted in her ears a few times before she knew he was spent. A warm smile came across her face as she felt him kissing her shoulder and neck. She then guided his face back to her, their tired eyes looking at each other once again before a soft kiss was shared between them.
And right then, the timer went off, making them both laugh. Jared pulled out of her and offered to go get the muffins, but Madelaine halted him.
"Let me handle it," she said. "You should probably pack your pal away before handling anything like hot metal straight from the oven." Jared smirked at her as he zipped up. Madelaine hopped off the counter and put her shirt back on. She then grabbed the oven mitts and before long, the muffins were out,perfectly baked. Not too brown, but delicious golden brown.
"These look amazing!" Madealine exclaimed, a big and excited smile breaking through the post-sex exhaustion. "I can't believe I made these!"
"I knew you could do it," said Jared. Her came up behind her and kissed her cheek. "They smell amazing too."
"Well, don't get any ideas about eating them, they're still hot. Fifteen minutes rest time."
"Oh, well if the chef insists."
"I do." she replied with a smile. No point in even trying to bury it now. "So, I'm going to go to the restroom and clean up. Don't touch these muffins. If I look and even a pinch of them is missing, we're gonna have words.
"My hands are yours to order, Red."
"They better." She winked at him, picked up her underwear and headed to the restroom. As soon as the door was shut her back was against, and the biggest grin of the night on her face. She sighed, looked in the mirror, and simply mouthed the word "Wow." She quickly cleaned herself up and slid her panties back on. After a quick touch up of her lipstick she went back to the classroom kitchen. She saw Jared cleaning up the area where they'd just had sex.
"Did we get that dirty?" she jokingly asked.
"Well, I don't know, but I think it's only polite and sanitary," he said. "Not that you're not sanitary, but we did just fuck right here and, well, you know."
"Hey, calm down," she reassured. "I get it. I'd be more concerned if you thought we shouldn't have cleaned up. Just, be calm. You got me."
"I wasn't trying to though."
"I know. And I like I said...that's why you have me. I've had enough assholes who just wanted to get some pussy. Hell, I experience them nightly at work." She took a deep breath and looked up at Jared, holding his hands. "I don't have a lot of friends. Never have. If I'm going to be honest, I have two. And you met them. I've had way more asshole boyfriends. I tend to embrace that. Fuck, it's pretty much the standard model I had growing up for a what a man is. You're not that. You're something different. So...we're doing this."
"I...I hope I live up to expectations...or lack of them?"
"How about we don't worry abut that and instead, try those muffins?"
*****
Lili Reinhart was in her seat, the popcorn and merch she'd bought in Camila's. For the first twenty minutes, Lili was wondering where her friend was. After that though, she got too swamped up in the action and simply guessed Cami went home. This of course meant Lili was actually a little shocked when Camila turned back up.
"Where the Hell have you been?" Lili asked over the roar of the crowd. "And why is your hair messed up?"
"What?" Cami said. She took a compact mirror out of her purse. "Shit..uh, must have been a gust of wind, you know, like when you go into an air conditioned room from outside." 'And certainly not sex in a van with my new boyfriend who's a masked wrestler and also the tag team partner of your soon-to-be new boyfriend who you don't know is the masked wrestler you've been fucking. she thought to herself.
"Really? My hair's not messed up."
"Yeah, well...yay for you."
"Yay for you?" Lili's look of utter confusion was a sight to behold, almost making Camila laugh. "That's way below par for you. What happened, you get laid or something?"
"What?!?"
"Well, you only get that bad at one liners if you've gotten laid in the last hour...did you and Jose have time for a quickie before we left or something?"
"UH...yeah, just before we left. Had to have it."
"Jesus, Cami, you're insatiable." Lili replied. "Let him keep it in his pants for a bit."
"Oh, you're one to talk, mask fucker," said Camila. "Speaking of which, despite your cold and cruel words, I'm still your back up on this whole Magnus Pain thing."
"Thanks. I...I don't think I need it though. I want a different kind of fun. But thanks."
Soon a familiar music filled the arena and the crowd started going in an oddly approving way as Callous Pain hit the ring, led as always by Aphrodite Gorgon. The moment they got in the center of the ring, the ices were handed off, but this time Magnus had one as opposed to Brimstone.
"Oooh, look your soon to be ex-boy toy is gettin' the talky stick," Cami said, laughing a little bit too hard at her joke. It wasn't even the joke so much as Lili's situation. How many other women out there can say their soon to be ex-kinda boyfriend is also their soon to be actual boyfriend and they have no clue? And the only reason for that is a combination of a wrestling mask and the woman's own "fuck first ask question later" attitude. Not that Cami could joke about that anymore...though in her estimation she did it the right way by fucking the real guy first.
"Shush." Lili replied. "I may be done with the dick but I still want to watch his work."
Cami couldn't help but release another gut buster laugh before settling down and paying attention. After all, her man was in the ring too.
"As all you...what's a nice way to say this, wastes of space" Aphrodite asked, her grin big, evil and full of joy. "Yeah, wastes of space, our dear, dear compatriot Brimstone had a severe jaw injury while he was away, forcing him to keep him mouth wired shut. Sadly, his mouth is pretty much useless."
"Could have fooled me," Camila commented, loud enough for Lili to hear. Their little long form quickie in the van proved how well his mouth still worked.
"What did you say?" Lili asked.
"Just talking to myself...besides, your big guy is about to talk."
Before Lili could respond with the required "He's not my big guy!" response, Magnus brought the mic to his mouth.
"Ever since my brother here was attacked, I've had so many of the faithless in the back try to take me down," he said, his voice gravelly, every word chosen carefully. "And not a single one could do it. So I'm going to give you all an advantage. Come to the ring. Now. All of you. All at once. With anything you want.Tables, ladders chairs, bats, barb wire...name it. Try and use it. And suffer. Because you think you know pain? I AM PAIN. And I know how to use it. That's what this tattoo on my back means."
Jake turned around, showing off the tattoo he had gotten on a whim on his eighteenth birthday that had become his logo, a skull emerging out of a human heart.
"If your heart beats, death is waiting for you...and I will bring it."
"Man, I should have had him talk more," Lili said, smirking. "Still, I think I'm upgrading...why are you laughing? I thought you liked Jake."
"I do!" Cami said, trying to hold all laughs in. "Just..um...something Jose said earlier. Super funny. I'll..*Hccckmmpt* tell you later." Cami couldn't wait for this to be done with so she could tell Lili the true hilarity of calling her own boyfriend an upgrade from himself.
Cami's thoughts went from humorous to concern the moment a group of guys rushed the ring. Lili was excited, still a fan to the core despite any emotional turmoil going on. And Cami knew all this was supposed to happen. But still seeing Jose being hit with chairs and thrown through tables made her concerned. Is this what he thought on easy night was? She got so into worrying about him she actually joined in cheering with Lili when Jake bagan to clear house, throwing everyone out of the ring to protect his partner.
Cami got so into it she almost blurted out Jake's name before quickly turning it into a chant of "Jack him up!"
"You're surprisingly into this," Lili said. "You okay? Still a little dick drunk from your office romp?"
"I just got swept up in the action, that's all. Kind of like you but without blowing them in the locker room."
"One guy! I swear to god, you blow one guy on a whim and it follows you forever."
"Well, as soon as you end it I'm sure that's all going to end." 'And I'll have a whole new round of jokes.' Camila said to herself. "We heading to the merch table to do it?"
"Yeah, the moment they leave the ring. Like a band-aid, right? Just rip that shit off."
It wasn't too long after that it was time to remove that band aid. Lili and Cami headed from their seats to the merch booth where Callous Pain were, and there they were, selling t-shirts and paper masks on sticks.
"Go get 'em Sweetface," Cami said to herself, an odd bit of pride in Jose's idea actually working and making him some cash.
"What was that?"
"Oh, I said 'Go get him, Lils.'" replied Cami. "I'm here, supporting you. If you want I'll even distract the little guy so he won't try to convince the bigger one of anything unsavory."
"Thanks...but I think I have it covered." Lili took a deep breath, shook it stress she had off, and headed over. She was off to the side of the lines, With a soft but firm "Ahem," she got Magnus' attention. "Can we talk?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Jake said, trying to cover his voice up more than he usually did. "You got this on your own?"
Jose nodded. "I can do math...kinda. You got this though?" Jake looked at Lili then back to his partner and nodded.
Lili led him to a semi-secluded spot. They had privacy, but not the kind that they usually had. But, like usual, before Jake could say anything, Lili silenced him.
"I met someone," she said. It was blunt but she tried to make it as comforting as possible. "And...and I like him. A lot. I care about him and it's way deeper than what we had. Oh shit I didn't mean that to come out like that! I'm sorry, I really am. I am so bad at things like this...."
"Hey, don't worry about it," Jake said, trying to look somber but giddy as a kid on the first day of Summer vacation on the inside. "This is something that happens, especially with wrestlers. Nothing wrong with it. And hey, if you got a great guy, cool."
"Really? That simple?"
"Yep. Sex is sex. There anything else?"
"Oh...well...no, not really I guess." Lili turned to walk away, relieved but confused. "You sure you're fine with this?"
"Yeah," he said. "Is there anything else?"
"No, I...I guess not. Hope you sell out at the merch table."
"Thanks." Jake returned to his table, giving Lili one last view of his back and that tattoo on it before she turned around and went back to Camila.
"How'd it go?" asked Camila. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Lili replied. "A lot easier than I thought."
"You sound sad about that."
"More...confused I guess? I don't know, I thought he'd be more...hurt? Or at least try to talk me into one more romp which I'd refuse of course but still...would have been nice."
"Yeah, so sorry you didn't get asked for one last quickie in a locker room. The height of romance. Right above a Big Mac dinner followed by a fast food bathroom blowjob."
"Yeah, you're right," laughed. "Besides...I got something a lot better waiting for me tomorrow...you ready to go?"
"Uh, yeah," said Camila. "I need to go to the bathroom first. Just start the car, I'll be back out in a couple minutes."
"No problem...but please, use the toilet seat covers here...trust me on this."
"Got it..." Camila headed back towards the merch table the moment Lili was out of the building. She headed right to Jose. "You. Up. Now."
Jose shot up and went right to Cami, shocking Jake a bit.
"Excuse me ma'am, can we help you?" Jake asked.