"It was two weeks ago. There was a party. I was just going to send him a text but his girlfriend threw a party and actually invited me. I came. My boyfriend did. All of his friends came. Even Taylor Swift came. I have my issues with her but I can't really say she's not Pete's friend. Hell they dated for three months so there's clearly some affection there that has nothing to do with you."
"Wait, they dated?"
"Oh...you didn't know?" Camila sarcastically asked. "You didn't know your two best friends had a summer fling? Wow...guess they kept it from you...or, and this is what I'm banking on...you don't really care about what Peter or what he's doing unless you need him. Otherwise, well, you probably wouldn't have even needed an invite to his birthday party. You'd have been the one to throw it."
Triumphant, Camila flashed a smile at stunned Selena before turning back to the commons. However, she did decide to leave some parting words. "You know, now that I think of it, when we were growing up I don't remember you being at any of his parties. Weird huh?"
With that, Camila was in the building and Selena was still stuck in place, mulling over everything that had been said. She wanted to be way more furious than she was. Those accusation...they weren't true...except...they might have been. And she couldn't shake that feeling that Camila not only had a point, but had her dead to rights.
*****
"Ohhh fuck YES give that cock to me!" bellowed Scarlett Johansson, her baritone voice reaching a new level of raspy seduction. She was the dean of the college, the youngest one on record ni fact, and between those firm, young legs was Ben Tramer. He was a junior at the college and editor of the paper. She was also Scarlett's willing boy toy of the moment.
"That what you want Scarlett?" he asked, staring into her green eyes. "Want this cock to keep fucking you?" HE thrust into her, scooting the desk she was sitting on a bit with his movement. He was deep inside her, deeper with every thrust. Scarlett was in deep, deep lust.
"Oh yes...yess... mmm, fuck me Ben..." She breathed deep, the air hissing in through gritted teeth. Ben went for Scarlett's blouse, tearing it open and pulling down the cups of her black lace bra.
Scarlett's legs tightened around Ben's body as he worshiped her perfect tits. Sucking, licking, kissing, fondling. He was lost in the flesh with no desire to be found. Scarlett held him by the back of his head and holding him close to her chest. He had no intention of leaving yet, but Scarlett wasn't taking any chances.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" Scarlett yelped. Every thrust elicited a new noise of pleasure. This was a goodbye fuck before the next semester, and a damn good one.
Ben looked up into Scarlett's face, a dirty grin on his face. "I'm really gonna fuck you now," he said. He pulled out of Scarlett and pulled her off the desk, only to spin her around and bend her over it.
"Oh fuck!" Scarlett moaned. The moment she was bent over, tits pressed tight against the elegant wood surface of her desk, Ben was back inside her. Her ran his hands up her stocking clad legs up to her ass, giving it a firm slaps before grasping it as he took her.
"Yeah... nnng fuck yeah Scarlett really fucking you now...fuck...fuck your fucking cunt is so tight!"
"Fuck it... fuck it... ohhhh, fuck..."Scarlett gripped the desk tight, Ben going harder, faster, deeper into her. He wasn't holding back. Why would he? That's not how he and Scarlett did things. Never was. And never has been for Scarlett, even before him.
Se could feel it building, Scarlett was going to cum. The fire was just starting, the sparks just now burning into an ember.
"Oh fuck...fuck I'm gonna cum...don't stop fucking me! Oh FUCK I'm gonna cum! Don't stop don't stop don't stop!"
"Yeah that's it... cum... cum, you dirty bitch... cum for me... cum on my cock!"
"Uh...ung...UUHHHH FUCCCKKKK!" She bellowed. Ben let out his own moan and Scarlett's orgasm rocked her body, her pussy clamping and milking his cock with it convulsion of pleasure. He was ready to cum, and normally would have dumped his load in her pussy...but he got a better idea.
Ben pulled out of Scarlett's pussy and rushed to her head. She was catching her breath, facing his cock as he got their just in time to cover her face, just as much cum getting on her desk as in her mouth and on her face. She shoved his cock in her mouth, letting her suck the last droplets out.
"Now lick up the mess," he said as he removed his cock, aching in pleasure as Scarlett cleaned every drop of spilled cum from her desk, swallowing it with a cum drunk grin.
When the clean up job was done, the buxom blonde got her feet, kissing her lover. "See you next semester Ben."
"That a promise?"
"It's a guarantee....now get going. Oh...and zip up."
He looked down and noticed a very open window down below. He winked at Scarlett as he zipped up and headed out. The moment the door was shut, Scarlett's phone rang. She already knew who it was, that wasn't hard to figure out. Her secretary knew the cue when Ben was around, especially when Scarlett had appointments.
She pressed down on the flashing button on the phone, then one more to go into speaker mode. "Yes Ms. Robbie?"
"Your 12:45 is here," the secretary responded, her Australian accent adding a little extra degree of cute to a mundane conversation.
"And what time is it?"
"12:30, Ms. Johansson."
"Then it looks like they're going to have to wait, doesn't it?"
"Of course, Ms. Johansson." The call ended and Scarlett had fifteen minutes to get ready from being fucked cross-eyed. No problem. She'd done the same in five minutes time. Fifteen was nearly an eternity.
She removed her torn blouse and reached into her desk drawer, taking out a fresh and clean one, perfectly folded. Whenever she knew Ben was coming, Scarlett made it a point to have a spare blouse.
From their, it was just a matter of fixing her hair and making up a bit. In no time flat she was as good as she was before the heated fuck session of just a few minutes prior. She did a quick lemon-scented spray clean of the desk and lite a few scented candles to cover up any tell tale smells there might be. Given who the appointment was, it's not like they couldn't piece together what had just happened if they didn't already know. But still, present ability is key. All part of professionalism and having a good work ethic.
She was done in no time. Two minutes to spare. She got back behind her desk and took a seat in her big, comfortable leather chair. And shortly after, there was a knock.
"Come in,' Scarlett said. The door opened and there was Margot, big grin on her face, one that knew everything that had just occurred. Scarlett winked at her.
"Ms. Thorne and Ms. Bush are here," said Margot. "Shall I send them in now?"
"Please do Margot. And once that's done feel free tot ake off for the rest fo the day. Getyour vacation started a bit early."
"Yes, thanks Scarlett. Have a happy holiday." The tone blonde ducked out and allowed Bella Thorne and Sophia Bush to enter.
"Ladies, please take a seat," Scarlett said. She shook the hands of the two women and gave both a friendly kiss on the cheek. As they took their seats, Scarlett made sure the door was locked before returning to her own. "You know, I don't expect to get calls from both of you on the same day. Rarely ever happens, especially before a meeting we've already scheduled. The fact that it was about the same thing made it even more of a unique situation. So, who wants to go first?"
"Me," Bella said. "The root of this problem started with my business and from what Sophia said in her wonderful ray of sunshine way it already seeped into hers."
"Oh don't take that tone with me Bella," Sophia said. "Look, I don't give a shit what kind of business you run. You serve a clientele, I serve a different one but we both have the same ideas for how our girls work. We don't have to like each other to agree that if they're gonna do what they're gonna do, they need to be smart and protected. Which is why I said you should have kicked Reggie to the curb a LONG time ago. But no, you didn't. And now he's trying to start his own business...AGAIN."
"Okay girls, let's move back a few moments. What's going on. Bella, you volunteered to go first, and it has to do with Reggie, so you do the talking. And Sophia, let her talk, okay?"
Sophia nodded and sat back in her seat.
"Well, like Sophia said, Reggie is trying to break off on his own again. Spitting on the charity I allowed him in sticking around after the last tie he tried this. This time though, he tried recruiting the wrong girl. Did the same to one of Sophia's. See, Kelli, new girl of mine, Reggie books her for a freebie. I allow it. Turns out it was a talent scouting session. Fortunately, Kelli's a smart girl. And I found out. And as far as I'm concerned Reggie is dead. Not that I want him tht way though, but in this business? He's nothing. Persona non grata."
"That's all well and good Bella, but it's not enough," Sophia said. "He wouldn't do this unless he had backing. We have to find out who that is. Even being kicked out of this little business and being blacklisted, he still would have an in. We have to snuff that out. Also, you left out the worst part of it all. He already has a girl."
"Does he now?" asked Scarlett.
"Eh, kind of." Bella said. "She doesn't know it yet. But she's so gaga over him apparently she's been been sandwiched between Reggie and his unknown partner. Girl doesn't know that she's being primed to be Reggie's bottom bitch. From what the motor-mouthed dipshit told Kelli he's going to film some basic pron shit with this girl as a preview of what she can do. She doesn't know this of course. So there's a whole new kind of low for Reggie."
"I see," said Scarlett. She sat back in her chair, arms folded. "So, what are we going to do about it?"
"Oh, I have some thing REAL fun." replied Bella. "He's done. I assure you. But one thing you could do, is any protections he might have due to his association with me? Over. So, feel free to hand out his picture to campus police as someone they're encouraged to randomly have reason to search. I'm sure they'll find something on him. In fact I can guarantee it if you tell me when one of these random searches will be. And I'll make it good."
"All right, does that sounds good to you Sophia?"
"It works if Bella follows through. We don't need trash like Reggie threatening what we have here."
"Oh, I'll follow through," Bella said. "No one fucks me over twice. No one. And I'll do you one better. I'll find out who he's working with. The list of people dumb enough to go over the heads of their boss, the commissioner, Scarlett AND the mayor is pretty small. I'm sure all those parties would just love to know who's trying to rock the boat."
"I know I do." Scarlett replied. "Is that all the urgent business?" The two madams nodded in response. "Good. Now then all that's left are the rent payments."
"Of course," Bella said, a sly grins on her face. She reached into her purse and took out a thick stack of money. She then got up from her sat and walked behind Scarlett's dress. She delicately placed the money on Scarlett's desk, then leaned over and kissed the buxom blonde deeply. "See you next semester Scarlett. IN fact... it'll be on the house."
Bella then turned to leave, nodding at Sophia in acknowledgement.
"She knows how to make an exit, I'll give her that," Sophia said.
"Oh she knows a lot more than that, trust me," Scarlett said with a smirk. She got up from her seat and moved to the front of the desk, leaning back against it. "She's not all bad. She knows her stuff. She just has different tastes than you."
"Well, we do agree on some things," Sophia said. She got up from her seat and walked towards Scarlett, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "She does occasionally have impeccable taste."
Scarlett slowly stuck her tongue out and licked Sophia's lips. "Keep that in mind when I get back from vacation. Maybe have a little three-way with Bella," Scarlett said.
"I'll consider it." replied Sophia. "Until then..." Sophia reached into her purse and took out her stack of cash and handed it to Scarlett. "You ever miss it? The life? I mean, it was pretty good, wasn't it?"
"OH, ti was. And still is I assume. You're doing a good job keeping Salma's business alive. She made the right choice in selling to you. I just can't believe you took the job, Ms. Hollywood."
"Well, I wanted to give back," Sophia said. "We both know how hard it can be. Being a student, alone and desperate, willing to do anything. The business was needed to protect those girls. And as much as I may not be a fan of Bella she protects her girls just like I do mine...maybe even more fiercely. Salma did it for us, now it's my turn to pay it forward, both here and as a teacher. But to be honest, kind of surprised you didn't take over."
"Well, I think it all turned out for the best, don't you?"
"Pretty much," Sophia smiled. She kissed Scarlett one more time,then turned around with a smirk, teasing the young dean. "Have fun on your vacation. See you next year."
"Count on it, Soph."
*******
"Yeah...oh fuck yes Liz!," Bruce cried out. He was loving every moment of over this. Liz Gillies, the hottest woman he'd ever seen, the epitome of sensual and seduction, a sex goddess on Earth was his girlfriend and her was ball deep in her. She was bent over his dresser, taking everything he had for the final fuck they'd have before winter break. He held a firm grip on her perfect hips as he took her.It couldn't get much better for him.
For Liz, it could be a lot better. It was a struggle for her not to yawn. Bruce wasn't a bad guy...just boring. She should have picked up on it when he directed her in their Basic Instinct scene for class...but she wanted to be fair.
Fast forward a few weeks of the most boring, unsatisfying sex ever and Liz was ready to movie on. This was the definition of a pity goodbye fuck. Most guy's could read between the lines and get that...but Bruce couldn't. He was utterly convinced he was a sex god, which mystified Liz as she never actually came close faking an orgasm, let alone having a real one with him. So if he was a sex god, he had to be a Greek one, given how that pantheon were known to be petty and self centered. There mere fact she could even think of the characteristics of Greek mythological figures was probably the biggest red flag that Bruce was a shit lay, now that she thought of it.
"Yeah, keep going babe," she said, trying to add some pep into her monotone. "Give me that dick. Just like that."
"Yeah...oh fuck is that what you need baby?" Bruce groaned. He moved his hand up to her its, squeezing them as he pumped faster and faster. He was close, wincing as the pleasure grew and grew.
"Wanna cum on my tits?" Liz asked, actually being able to put a bit of excitement in her voice with the knowledge he was close to cumming. She recognized that sound too well.
"Oh fuck...fuck yes Liz...oh fuck yes baby...gonna cover those tits..." Bruce pulled out of Liz and the raven-haired beauty went to her knees. She folded her arms under her tits, pushing them up and Bruce jerked himself to completion.
He groaned loud as stream after stream coated her tits. Liz had to give him this, he could cum like a firehouse. It was actually impressive. Not necessarily pleasurable for her, but impressive.
"That feel good?" Liz asked. "You get all that cum out?"
"Oh...oh fuck yes baby...so fucking good."
"Great, hand me a towel."
"Um...sure," said Bruce. "You're not going to lick it up?"
"No," Liz said, laughing a bit towards the end. She cleaned herself off then tossed the towel aside. "And this, my dear Bruce, si where we part ways. You're a nice guy, but it's not working for me. So....yeah, see ya."
Liz brushed past him to grab her clothes getting redressed in front of her stunned now-former lover.
"Wait...what?"
"Bruce, you're a nice guy. Really, you are. But...how do I put this....you're fucking boring. And you fuck like you learned everything about sex from watching porn. And not even good porn. The kind where they always wear a rubber and only pop on the girl's pussy."
"But...I..."
"Look, I don't want to be mean. And I know it's weird to say that considering I'm dumping you like this...but I thought it'd be far less cruel to lead you along over the break, right?"
"Well, yeah.."
"Good! So we're agreed." Liz smiled at him and buttoned her blouse. She gave him a kiss goodbye on the cheek then slipped her jacket on. "Best of luck to you Bruce, I'm sure you'll meet the right girl. Been fun..I guess. Merry Christmas!"
Liz left Bruce alone in his room, utterly confused as to what happened. He thought he should feel bad...but at the same time, he just got laid, so not a total bummer.
*********
"So, usual New Years plan?" Hailee asked. She was packing a few last minute items in her bag, ready to head home for the winter. Helping her in clearing up her room was an old friend of hers, Lili Reinhart.
"As always." replied Lili. "I use my titanic make-up FX skills to turn from merely ungodly hot to beyond ungodly hot. Seriously Haiz, you don't even need me."
"Of course I do," Hailee said. "I mean, come on, I need my best bud in the world with me at that party to keep me sane. And catch up. This is the first time we've seen each other in months."
"Well, we've both been busy haven't we?" Lili said. "I mean, you've been doing all the acting and stuff..."
"And you've been going to wrestling shows and making new best friends," Hailee said, She pushed her bottom lip out all the way, mock pouting.
"Oh please, like you haven't," Lili said smiling. "Besides, you're going to love Camila when you meet her. I still can't believe you didn't know her dad owns the hotel your parents work in."
"I don't even go to the hotel except for the New Year's Party, how was I supposed to know a woman I've never met is my parents' boss' daughter?"
"Fair enough. And as to your other point, if it wasn't for those wrestling matches I never would have met Jake..." Lili breathed deep and smiled, blushing a bit as she thought of Jake.
"Wow, you've got the blushes," Hailee said with a laugh. "He better be as good as you say he is or he and I will have words. Seriously, I can't believe you're dating a professional wrestler. Talk about wish fulfillment...except it's not The Rock."
"Jake is amazing and you'll love him...just like I better love your guy...Paul, right? Also, for the record, my crush in high school was Jeff Hardy. Though Dwayne...wooo he is something else."
"How foolish of me to forget. And his name is Peter," Hailee said, grinning wide. "And he's great too."
"Well, no look who's blushing," teased Lili. "Tell you what, the moment we're all back here and settled in, double date. Then I get to pass judgement on your guy, you on mine...maybe even make it a triple date and have you meet Camila and her guy and then you get even MORE judgement to pass. You can't lose."
"Deal." The two shuck hands, the hugged each other. "We can't go this long without seeing each other again Lils. I didn't get through high school without you, I don't want to attempt college without you."
"Same here, and we won't. We'll see each other after Christmas and really catch up. I promise."
"Great!" Hailee picked her last bag up and slung it on her shoulder, then grabbed the handle of a wheeled suitcase. But before she and Lili left the dorm, she had one more question. "What are you doing for Christmas anyway?"
"Something with Jake...I don't know what yet...but it's going to be great. And on that note...I think we both have appointments to keep. See you you soon, Haiz."
"Back at you Lils."
*******
At any other time of the year, the university library would be packed. Even in the summer it would be a hub for activity. Even during the summer months there would be students about, making it crackle with activity.
During the winter break and the days just before it? Not remotely. In fact, with most of the students gone, the main library was officially shut down, with all students having to go to the smaller business library to return books and t study for those last minute finals thrown together by the intensely harsh professors. It was dead save for the janitorial crew who came in at night to make sure things remained clean and sanitary.
It was perfect for the immediate needs of Jesse and Peyton. During the semester, in addition to the job at knockers, Peyton had taken a job during the day at the school library just to give her wallet an extra little boost. This meant she had key cards to get and out of the building. Key cards that should been turned in last week when the main library was shut down. Peyton however had a very understanding boss though who knew of her second job, so when Peyton told her she wouldn't be able to turn them in until the day before she left for winter break, she was given a free pass.
The truth of course was that Peyton kept the keys for hers and Jesse's own use. For some reason, Peyton had always wanted to fuck in the book stacks from the day she started working there. It was a fantasy that Jesse had no problem helping her fulfill.
With one quick swipe of a key card, the main door unlocked and the two lovebirds were in the main lobby. And with the click of the door locking the two were all over each other, locked in embraced with lips pressed passionately together. Peyton led them both dead center of the library.
Peyton jump into his arms, wrapping her long legs around him before being set down on a table. Jesse went for Peyton's blue jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding his hand down them.
"Ohhhh, fuck... mmm, Jesse," moaned Peyton. She licked his lips and then pulled her sweater off, tossing it away. Jesse went for her bra the moment he could, pulling the cups down like a hungry savage and licking and sucking her breasts.
"We gotta do something about those pants," Jesse said, trying to tug Peyton's off."
"Mmm, couldn't agree more baby... let me take care of that, and a little bit more."
"More?" She nodded, kissing him before he backed off. Peyton slid off the table and grabbed her backpack.
"I'll be right back....and when I get back you better not have a stitch of clothing on."
"Don't have to ask me twice." Jesse quickly began stripping. Peyton winked at him and headed behind a stack of books.
The anticipation was driving Jesse crazy, his hard on somehow going beyond hard. He'd have to call it diamond just to be accurate.
Peyton added kindling to the fire by tossing her clothes as she removed them past the stacks. Once everything was off, Jesse expected Peyton to come out, but she didn't, not immediately at least. Jesse was practically salivating at this point. Exactly what Peyton wanted.
She stepped out, and while her old clothes were removed, she was now wearing a bikini. The extremely good heating of the library was another plus for her fantasy. Within the confines of the building, it was perfect, toasty bikini weather.
"Wow," Jesse said, his hand going to his cock pretty much on instinct as he took Peyton in. "Just... wow."
"You like?" Peyton asked, doing a quick catwalk twirl to show it off. "Got it for next semester."
"Shopping for Spring Break already?" he asked.
"Well, kinda." Peyton made her way over to Jesse, grasping his cock in her soft hand and starting to pump. "I need to tell you something."
'Nnng... what is it babe?" he asked, trying not to get lost in Peyton's handjob.
"I...I signed up for semester at sea....so...when school begins next year...I'm gonna be in Europe for the semester."
"What?"
"Don't be mad...it's something I've always wanted to do...and I decided to go for it."
"So...are we breaking up or?"
"No!" she assured him. "No. I'd say...we're just not going to be exclusive. I mean, I still want to call you...talk real dirty...send you pics of me...maybe send you some sexy videos if I hook up with any hot Euro girls..." She pumped him a bit faster and kissed him. "Jesse, you're not mad, are you?"
"No... but... oh fuck Pey...nnng.. I just thought we'd finally have some time where we're actually dating... just you and me..."
"Well, let's make the most of the time we have before I go...starting here..." She kissed him once more then sunk to her knees. What better way to heighten his mood than with a blowjob?
"Mmmm Peyton," sighed Jesse, all the problems he had melting away as Peyton took his cock in her mouth. Her fingers tickled and danced on his balls while her luscious lips and tantalizing tongue worked his dick.
Soon his hands were mired in her golden locks of blonde hair, guiding her up and down as she sucked.
Peyton took His cock from her mouth and went to the root, planting wet kisses from base to tip before moving her mouth to his balls.
Jesse took a quick breath when Peyton tease his nuts with a quick, playful bite before licking them. After a good tongue both, she sucked them right in her mouth, pumping his hard cock with her soft hand.
She looked up at Jesse with a smirk, taking a few breaths before taking him back in her mouth, all the way in her throat.
"Oh... fuck... fuck Peyton.... fuck yes!" Peyton held herself for a few more seconds before releasing him one more. But before she could go back, Jesse pulled her up, kissing her and switching places with her. With Peyton now sitting on the table with Jesse on his knees, face planted happily between her legs.
"Mmmmm yeahhh," she moaned. Jesse licked and flicked his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked inside of her. Peyton was white knuckled as she gripped the table while her face was flushed red. While she wasn't moaning like a banshee, she was breathing fast and deep and ready for far more than just a tongue and some digits.
Not that what Jesse was doing wasn't fun. He knew all the right moves to make Peyton starving for the next second of pleasure around the corner. How to make her simmer or bring her to full boil.
However, this was just the appetizer, they both really wanted a bit more. So when Jesse got to his feet, any sense of disappointment Peyton might have had was overridden by the sheer anticipation of what was coming next.
She quickly shed her bikini and Jesse got a few sucks and kisses on her tits. Peyton wrapped one leg around his waste while the other was against his chest, her calf resting on his shoulder.
"Fuck me," Peyton said. "Cone baby... fuck me..." She breathed deep, releasing it in a moan as Jesse's hard cock. "mmmm... just like that..."
Jesse reached forward, gripping Peyton's breasts as he started to fuck her, staring at her gorgeous face and watching the pleasure work over her. He kissed and softly bit her calf, gripping her leg tighter as he drove into her harder.
"Oh Pey...fuck baby...oh yes...you're fucking pussy...fuck baby..."
"Oooh fuck Jesse honey take it... take it... it's your... fuck your fucking pussy... ohh, FUCK keep going!"
And that's exactly what he did, his pace and speed increasing to the point the table they were one began to move with each powerful thrust.
Jesse's took Peyton's leg from around his waste and moved it against his chest as well. He leaned forward, his lips going for hers. The two paused only briefly for a deep kiss before the fucking resumed, the new position allowing Jesse to go even deeper.
They looked into each other's eyes, foreheads touching while Peyton released deep, bellowing moans with Jesse driving deeper and deeper.
"Ooooh....oh Peyton...oh....oh baby you perfect pussy...oh shit babe!"
"Oh if you think tha's perfect, how about you go into a little tighter fit?" Peyton asked, licking lips in between breaths. "Fuck my ass."
Jesse kissed her again then pulled out. Peyton laughed as he brought her back to her feet then spun her around. She shook her ass in front of him, looking over her shoulder and giggling. "Take it," she said. "It's yours baby."
Jesse returned to his knees and buried his face in her ass, licking her tight little starfish, getting prepped for the big entrance. Peyton cooed at this, arching her back at the sensation.
Jesse got to his feet and re-entered Peyton's cunt, giving her a few more pumps before pulling out and going straight for the ass.
"Unnnnngfuuuuck," growled Peyton. Jesse's cock was pressing against her rear entrance. Not too hard, just enough pressure to pushed forward. Slowly...slowly, and then the head popped past that tight ring.
The two held their breaths, getting used to the tight sensation from two very different perspectives. Jesse couldn't believe the amazing tightness and Peyton was shocked she was enjoying the intrusion so much. But after that initial entrance, slowly a steady, but hungry, rhythm was built.
"Holy shit!" Peyton yelled. "I'm being fucked up the ass and I love it! Ha! Oh fuck keep going...fuck...fuck I'm gonna cum with this cock in my ass...oh fuck baby go...don't stop Jesse!"
"Never...never gonna stop fucking your ass Peyton...fuck...oh fuck baby...YES! Gonna make you cum with my dick in your ass!" He softly but firmly put his hand on the small of Peyton's back, pushing her face down on to the table. Peyton gripped the edges, preparing to be taken hard and fast...almost aching for it.
Jesse's speed increased, as did their moans. The two were almost delirious in their pleasure, Peyton's gorgeous face completely red from blushing, a wide, opened mouth smile on her face as her moans echoed through the empty library, mixing with Jesse's own grunts of pleasure.
He gripped her hips and his cock was a blur as it thrust in and out of her ass. "More! More! MORE!" Peyton cried out, right on that last edge. Jesse slapped her ass, loud SMACKS being edited to the soundtrack of their lust. Then his smacking hand moved around to her clit, rubbing it an sending that last piece of the pleasure puzzle right into Peyton's head.
"OH FUCK I'm GONNA CUM! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!!!" Peyton's voice trailed off into a hoarse moan as her orgasm rocked her body, her asshole clamping down and clamping down hard on Jesse's dick.
"Fuck Peyton!, FUUUCK!"
"Cum in my ass!" she said, her shouting voice taking on a sing-song quality in the midst of her pleasure haze. "Fill my ass with your fucking cum baby!"
"AAAGGGH FUCK!" Jesse yelled. With a few last ditch pumps, he froze as he emptied his balls up Peyton's ass, falling forward on top of her, shooting rope after rope of cum in her ass. "Oh...oh fuck baby...oh Pey...."
"Mmm, how's that for a parting gift?" she asked with a cheeky smirk.
*****
"And that's that," Sabrina said. "We are officially the proud renters of a spacious three bedroom, two bath apartment!" And with Peter's signature, that was true. The two high-fived. This was not just a living situation, but in a lot of ways their first official move as business partners, as that third bedroom would act as an all purpose office/editing suite for their production company. And the rent for a three bedroom apartment was the reason why they were celebrating it with the finest extra value meal eight bucks could buy. "And we are super lucky it's spacious, what with Hailee joining the party. You, me, Ben, Hailee, we're gonna be sittin' pretty and probably pay most of our bills."
"Yeah, about that," Peer said. "If she gets help from her parents or anything moving in and I haven't met them, the story is me and Ben are just helping you guys move in to your place."
"And why is that the story?"
"Well, Hailee doesn't want her parents to know she's living with a boyfriend they've never met. And on top of that she figures even if they DID know about me, us living together so soon would kind of be a red flag for them."
"Makes sense. What happens when they call and you answer the phone, in the unlikely event they use the landline and not her cell?"
"I just say I'm over visiting her or doing some work with you."
"Aww, I'm your friend and your alibi," Sabrina said. "I'm touched. This is a sign we're truly meant to be friends for life. I mean the next logical step is helping you cover for murder. We're that close."
"Glad to know I've got your shovel, Sabs." he replied. "You still swinging buy for New Years?"
"Of course." she replied. "Can't let you play patsy for Selena alone, can I? Besides, I'm also your brother's date for the night and unlike you and Selena, we're actually dating so there's going to be some action....you might want to sleep on the couch. Just sayin'."
"Thanks for the visual."
"No problem, free of charge," she laughed. "And thanks for the ride to my place by the way."
"Eh, it's not even out of the way. You need me to pick you up for New Years?"
"Got it covered, but thanks though. I can always come early though if you need a little extra support."
"Thanks, but I'm actually looking forward to be cut free. No support needed but it's appreciated."
"Cool. And on that note, you ready to go and kiss the snack bar goodbye for a month?"
Before Peter could respond, Liz Gillies surprised them both, taking a seat right in the middle of them.
"Hello," Liz said, her smile inviting and sultry.
"Hi," said Sabrina. "Can we help you?"
"In a couple different ways actually. I heard through the grape vine you guys are actually looking to shoot a feature next semester. Some kind of horror/sci- fi anthology or something, correct?"
"Yeah..." replied Peter. "We haven't really advertised yet, how'd you find out?"
"Your girl Hailee told me about it when I lamented my poor choice in both directors and boyfriends this past semester. I said I wanted a fun time and a challenge, and she recommend you two for the acting part of that equation. So, you guys got a role I could read for?"
"Uh, yeah we might," said Sabrina. "We'll email you some sides. I mean you'll still have to read for it."
"Of course, no special treatment. We don't know each other aside from our work. Hailee can give you my email. Now, I also have another question."
"And that would be?" asked Peter.
"Well, let me put it bluntly, Bruce was a bore in every sense of the word. You could tell in his work in the class, I'm sure. It was worse in the bedroom. So, I was wondering if you guys knew someone interesting. I mean, long shot I know but you two had the most interesting takes on the stuff we shot this semester, so I figured you could point me in the direction of someone who's first language isn't yawn."
"Zero," Sabrina said.
"Zero?" asked Peter.
"Yes, Zero." Sabrina turned her attention to Liz. "His real name is Xavier Cochrane, but goes by Zero. Don't ask. The story will start off about his old punk band then trail off into some spirit quest he went on where he woke up in the bear habitat at the zoo. Really kind of a trippy guy. Not head in the clouds, just a weird way of thinking about things, so never a bore. He's our make-up FX guy, really good at it too. So he has a good eye for art and stuff. He's also fantastic in bed. Like...dear GOD he's amazing. I can give you his number."
"You fucked Zero?"
"Yeah....what? I've got a lot of types."
"He live in town?" Liz asked
"Yeah, goes to the school too," said Sabrina. "Hates the idea of living in a dorm, so he just rents out a loft as both a studio space and apartment...there's so much fun you can have in a freight elevator...."
"Great," the buxom brunette smiled. "I'll give him a call."
Sabrina scribbled Zero's information on her receipt and handed it off to Liz. "Just tell him you know us if you need an in. He can be kind of picky about who he talks to. Only reason he spoke to me was I knew Peter and Ben, who he's known since high school. I got into his pants thought with my own charm, grace, and cute butt."
"Thank you." Liz folded the paper up and slipped it between her cleavage. "See you guys next semester. Can't wait to read for you."
After Liz had left, Peter looked at Sabrina, a bit of disbelief in his eyes."
"What?" asked Sabrina.
"You really fucked Zero?"
"Yeah. I mean, we never dated. We just fucked like you and I did. And it was fun. This a problem?"
"No, not at all." Peter replied. "Just...he looks like if Shaggy from Scooby Doo came to life and went to live in Twin Peaks."
"And his appetite is just as bottomless...though not really for food. I can give you all the gorey details on the drive to my place."
"...you're gonna give them to me regardless of whether or not I want to hear them, aren't you?"
"See, this is why we're such good friends. You REALLY know me."
*******
Though Peyton and Jesse had finished up, the library wasn't abandoned. Charlie, a janitor, was still there. He'd come in just as Peyton and Jese had left, and had no reason to think anyone else would be in. After all, Peyton had dropped off her key, hadn't she?
Well, the answer to the wasn't quite so simple. Yes, Peyton had dropped her key off...outside in a hiding spot. That hiding spot was where one of Peyton's co-workers at the library, Laura Marano, had picked it up. And unbeknownst to Charlie, Laura was there to see him.
Laura had a thing. It wasn't something people knew about. If they did, it would ruin the fun of it for her. Someone would tell for sure. And anonymity was the name of the game for Laura and her secret obsession, gloryholes. There were a few on campus, most of them she didn't have to make herself. And she used them as a way of saying thank you to people who she felt didn't get the right amount of respect. Whether it be an overly burdened TA, a flustered student barista or a janitorial worker, Laura always liked to give them a pick me up. She usually waited for holidays like Valentines or Christmas, but would sometime do birthdays if she could find them out. Fortunately for Charlie, while it wasn't his birthday it was Christmas time, and Laura had one hell of a present in mind for him.
As for Charlie, he'd only heard rumors of the "Gloryhole Girl". He didn't think it was real, but there was always one thought nagging in the back of his head; "It's college". From being a young man himself once, Charlie was all too aware of how wild and free college students could get. So, in reality, a college co-ed going around giving people oral pleasure for festive gift wasn't completely out of the question. He just hadn't experienced it. Yet.
But that wasn't on his mind at the moment. Right now, he was focused on get started at work. The sooner he did, the sooner he could be out. Technically he was on overtime right now, working for a friend so he could have New Years off. Still, the bare minimum of overtime was all the school wanted to pay him, so he needed to get to it.
On the way into the locker room he saw the first of two things out of the ordinary. The first one brought a smile to his face. It was a Christmas basket full of cookies from the library staff, complete with a Christmas card signed by them all. He removed the cellophane and took one out, munching on it as he entered the locker room.
When he got to his locker, Charlie found the second gift. It was a red and green foil envelope taped to his locker. "To Charlie" was written on the front in gold ink. Another present was nice, but a bit overkill.
When he opened the envelope however, what was inside was of far more interest than cookies.
A hand written letter, exquisitely written folded out. It read:
"Charlie,
You don't know me, but I know you. However, I think you've probably heard of me. In my position, I've heard the hushed whispers and chats between the men I've had a little bit of fun with. I think they just call me something simple, The Gloryhole Girl.
That's fair. It's to the point, not insulting in the least. It's what I am. And I love it. It's fun for both of us. Besides, people like yourself and the other men I've been nice to don't tend to get a lot of thanks at their jobs. And you all do so very, very much for us on campus. Especially you. I heard about your overtime deal. That's what gave you the edge in receiving my gift.
By the time you find yourself reading this, I'll be waiting for you in the bathroom on the second floor, right next to the classic literature section. Middle stall in the men's bathroom. You enter the stall on the left. And please, come wearing your coveralls. It'll make me hot."
Sincerely,
You Know Who"
The message ended with a lip mark, the shade of red adding an extra bit of hear to it all. Before Charlie could even take in everything he'd read he was already out of his street clothes, in his work coveralls, and out the door.
In record time Charlie was in the rest room. The moment he saw that middle stall, he saw a pair of sexy legs kneeling on a blanket, waiting for him. He didn't know who it was, but Laura clearly knew him and couldn't wait to give him his well-deserved Christmas present.
"Hey baby," Laura said. "Step in the stall. No need to wait, hun."
Charlie certainly agreed. He rushed into the stall and pushed aside the toilet paper covers to revel the hole. And on the other side, an open mouth with a hot wet, pink tongue waiting for him.
He hurriedly fished his cock out and was ready for it, when he suddenly paused. This girl couldn't be older than twenty-five. He was much older. His dick was all ready to go, but his mind still held back. "You sure about this?"
"Mmm hmmm," Laua said. "If you want proof though...." Laugh stood up and lifted her skirt, showing off her shaven pussy and presenting it to him through the hole. "Touch it. Feel how wet I am."
Charlie reached forward with his hand, inserting his fingers inside her snatch. Laura moaned, feeling him explore her inner folds.
That was all the proof Charlie needed. He pulled his fingers out. Taking the cue, Laura dropped to her knees, mouth open and eager to take in his cock.
"Sweet fucking Christ!" Charlie moaned the moment Laura's mouth enclosed on his cock. It was just the head at first, her tongue swirling and whirling around while her hand reached under to tickle his heavy balls.
Laura however could take more, and she was going to. She always loved giving as much attention the the cock head. Pushing the man as far as he could go then slowing down. Rubbing her thumb just under the crowd and hearing the quiver in his bones as he moaned. Charlie wasn't going to be the only one getting off.
"Oh baby... suck it... mmmm, suck my dick honey... just like that sweet thing..."
"Oooh, he's a charmer," Laura thought to herself. Her hand slipped under her skirt to work her clit while the other joined with Laura's mouth to team up on Charlie's throbbing rod. Her lips glided up and down his cock, leaving a trail of streaked deep red made glossy with her saliva.
Laura's backed her mouth off from Charlie's cock and moved to his balls, giving them a quick suck while her hand teasingly pumped his dick. She shook and shivered a little. It made her dripping wet.
"Oh fuck honey don't stop...fuck baby yes!"
"Wanna fuck my throat?" Laura asked, her tone revealing the answer was already very known to her. "Ram that wonderfully hard dick in my throat?" Laura pressed open mouth right against the hole, making a target too tantalizing for him to resist.
Charlie thrust his cock forward, bracing against the thin wall of the stall.
GLUG GLUG GLUG! The wet sounds Laura's throat being fucked echoed in the bathroom, a perverse symphony of Charlie's lust.
"Oh my fucking god yes! Oh fuck baby don't fucking stop...oh fuck baby I want more!" Charlei reluctantly pulled out, rubbing his cock in a circle on her lips before Laura pulled back as well.
"More?" she asked. "Mmm, sweetie all you had to do was ask."
There was a shuffling on the other side of the thin partition separating the two. Charlie's eye was on the whole, watching as the mouth disappeared and was shortly after replaced with a glistening wet cunt.
"How's that for more?"
"Oh yes... mmm, such a good girl," said Charlie, rubbing his cock against the entrance to her sweet pussy.
"Good girl? Does that mean you're gonna fuck me like a sweet girl? Or a dirty girl?"
"Why not both." he responded, pushing forward, causing them both to moan.
"Oh shit Charlie!" Laura exclaimed. "Mmmm baby your cock feels even bigger in my pussy... oh, fuck me... fuck me and cum right in my pussy baby..."
"Oh.... oh, fuck girl.... mmmm, fuck yeah take this fucking dick...."
Charlie was pumping fast, Laura bent of in her stall completely, her arms stretched out and bracing against the other side. The entire structure that made up the stalls shook with every hard thrust.
"Mmm just like that baby," moaned Laura. "Use me...use your Christmas present....mmm fuck me and fill me up... please.... mmm, don't worry about me just get off.... just fucking cum for me baby.... ohhhh god, yessssss..."
"Yeah... yeah gonna cum... gonna fucking fill you up baby... ohhh.... oh, fuuuck..."
He thrust faster and faster, their moans getting more intense and breathless. Finally, with on last desperate pump, he thrust all the way inside of Laura, going balls deep as he froze in place, unloading his cum in her pussy.
"Fuck yes!" he cried, pulsing with every stream he shot inside of Laura. "Oh baby, yes..."
"Mmmmm just like that honey...ohhh cum...give me every drop...mmmmyessss..."
Charlie took a few breath before stepping back. He leaned back, watching Laura's freshly fucked pussy dripping with his cum.
"Mmm thank you so much Charlie. Now, here's what you're going to do. You're going to zip up and head out to do your work. Start at the top floor. When you come back here I'll be gone... and no peeking. Don't worry the fun for everyone else."
"Uh... yeah, sure," Charlie said, zipping up. "Thanks for the present."
"Oh no... thank you." replied Laura. "And Merry Christmas, Charlie."
*******
"You're going to Vegas for Christmas?" Camila asked. She, Lili and Madelaine had just finished with their last meal together of the semester and were off to get the last of their things, ready to depart. Well, Madelaine was. This was their last walk across campus together for the semester.
"Yeah," said Madelaine. "Jared got a gig opening up for some comedian in Vegas. Part of the payment is a suite for the weekend. And it's pet friendly. So it's gonna be a lot of fun. Then back here for New Year's. Candles, champagne...and silk sheets."
"Well, at least one of us has plan," Lili said. "And before you say anything Cami, plans only count in this case if both parties know about it."
"And I say it still counts because there's no chance of Jose saying no to a free trip to New York on a private jet." replied Camila. "So you're the only one without a plan, and that's only because Jake hasn't said anything. Which he will. I mean, you haven't heard about them working New Year's have you?"
"No. As far as I know Callous Pain is taking New Year's off. But if you're that worried, you better tell Jose that you have something planned. And also that you're you know, Batman-rich."
"Did one of you say Callous Pain?" a female voice chimed in, interrupting the three. When they turned around, Lili's jaw dropped.
"HOLY CRAP IT'S KIRA KAOS!!!"
"I see I've got a fan," Kira Kosarin said. "I take it you're also fans of Callous Pain, right? Or you hate them, which is also understandable."
"Oh, they're big fans all right," Madelaine said. "More than that, they're dating them."
"Is that a fact?" Kira walked past Madelaine and looked over Lili and Cami, the blonde and brunette exchanging odd glances. Kira stopped in front Lili, her grin widening as Lili's faded into a look of utter confusion.
"You're definitely dating Jake. You're so his type," Kira said. "Girl next door, sweet smile, really great tits...and you're obviously a fan, meaning you two have a lot to talk about."
Kira then shifted her attention to Camila. Her smirked gained a sinister air. "And you must be what Jose is slumming it with right now."
"EXCUSE me?" Camila said. "Do I know you? Answer: no. So you have about ten seconds to walk away right now before you get real intimate with my foot when it's up your ass."
"Ohhh, you're feisty," laugh Kira. "I can see why he picked you. While your mark friend here gave you my ring name, allow me to give you my real one. Kira Kosarin. I'm Jose's once and future girlfriend and you're the temp."
Kira extended her hand, sarcastically reaching out for a handshake which Camila expectedly slapped away.
"Oh, so you're the old model," Cami said. "I can see why he ditched you. I mean yeah, you're hot and all, but even Jose has a limit on the amount of cuntiness he's going to take. And you just broke the dial, bitch."
"You're adorable. See...I've known him far longer than you. Maybe longer than anyone. I'm sure blondie here can vouch for that if she's as big a fan as I think she is. And if not, just ask him. Or Jake. Or Alison. They'll all tell you the same story. And it all ends with him back where he belongs...wherever I tell him to go."
"Well, if that's the case you won't mind getting out of here before I break your face," Madelaine said. "And believe me, that'll be the mercy. You don't want to know what Camila will do if you REALLY piss her off."
"Ooooh, so scared," Kira taunted, mock-shivering her hands towards the three. "But, I do think I should be going. See, I'm not just going to be working with Jose again, I'm going to be enrolled next semester here. So..looks like we're going to be seeing a lot of each other Camila."
Kira walked away, a spring in her step from this unexpected confrontation. Camila on the other turned to Lili, with one thing on her mind.
"Tell me everything you know about that fucking bitch, Lili."
******
"Thanks again for helping me move in to my new place," said Taylor. She'd decided to move off campus. She'd decided that at the beginning of the year. The only change in that plan is that now, she was going to be alone in the apartment, after her nuclear break-up with Karlie Kloss. That, combined with her moving off campus, led Katy Perry to think Taylor was in a weak position. Taylor relished the chance to prove just how wrong Katy was.
"No problem," said Norman. "Figured it's the least I could do after you putting my services on permanent retainer." And it was a fair figure too. His client list for his particular set of computer skills was short, just Bella Thorne and Taylor Swift. It was shorter one name after the entire McKracken incident with Katy Perry, but his income didn't really shrink that much. Bella paid good and had amazing benefits and with Taylor, it was all benefits.
Though lately, he did find he and Taylor had been spending a lot of non-business time together. It's wasn't unpleasant. Norman would go so far as to say it was fun. He was there when she and Karlie had broken up and had even comforted Taylor. And now he was helping her move. Whatever relationship they had, it'd certainly just gone beyond business with benefits. Into what though, he could quite be certain.
"I know this place isn't much to look at now, but neither was the sorority house when I took it over. Pretty soon I'll have this place looking like it's worth of royalty. Or better, me."
"Doesn't look too bad so far," added Norman. "This huge couch is awesome. Big screen right in front of it is killer."
"Looking at the important stuff, aren't we?" Taylor joked.
"Yeah, well it's not like there are any painting ups or anything."
"Fair enough." Taylor looked him over for a second and smiled. "You look thirsty. Want a water? Your reward for lifting all those heavy boxes."
"Honestly yeah, I'm real thirsty."
"Same here." She winked at him then went to a box on the counter, taking out two small glasses. She then opened her fridge and bent over, Norman staring at her awesome ass encased in denim Daisy Dukes.
Once the water was poured she headed over to the sofa, inviting Norm to come along. Once they were both seated, she handed him his glass.
"I really do want to thank you," she said. "You've been a big help. And I haven't had to blow you once in return so...you know...thanks."
"Well if you want to I won't say no." Norm gave her his best shit-eating grin, earning a sincere laugh from her.
"I'm serious. With everything that's gone on lately and with my best friend pretty much so far off in her pathetic bad boy fantasy to be of any use to anyone, it was nice to have some companionship that was there because...well..."
"Because what?"
"It's going to sound stupid."
"Then please, do go on."
"You're such a fucking jerk," she said with a laugh. "Okay. Here's the thing. I know on campus, I have a horrible reputation. And fine. To some degree I've earned it. I'm all business a lot of the time and don't suffer fools lightly. Present company excepted, of course."
"Of course." he replied, the two clinking their glasses at Taylor's joke.
"But seriously, I get the vibe I put out, and most people, men and women, just want to fuck me. And I'm fine with that. I like sex too. A lot, actually. But, it's hard for me to make friends. I'm a harsh but fair judge of character. And, well...you like me for me, I think. So...thanks for doing that. You're more than a business partner in my book. And when I really needed it, too."
"Well, always happy to do some pro bono work." Norm sipped his water, locking eyes with Taylor for a moment. "You been all right with all this stuff? Is there still a war cry out on Katy?"
"Oh no, I solved that problem with a quick visit to McKracken. Showed him the video, and he and I made plans. See, I've heard Katy thinks with me leaving the house, she's won. What she doesn't know is...maybe her dues for the sorority house haven't been paid...or if they did, they might have gotten lost. Ooooops. How could that have happened I wonder?"
Taylor giggled, sending a rush through Norman that was unique to Taylor, especially after the past few weeks.
"See, I'm a total kitty cat unless you do something stupid or attempt to fuck me over. Then....well...slash and burn. With no mercy. Though I'm always happy to accept apologies."
"Glad I've never been on you bad side."
"Believe me, you'd know," said Taylor. "First off, I"d stop blowing you completely."
"Well, you haven't done that for a while, so I must be in the doghouse."
"I wouldn't say that at all," Taylor said, her voice soft and sweet. She set her glass down and looked directly at Norman. "Wanna change that?"
"Tay, I was just kidding, you don't have to."
"I know," she said. "That's why I'm going to do this." She got up from the couch only to straddle Norm's lap. Her soft hands touched the sides of his face and kissed him. Softly at first, almost a peck on the lips before it slowly got deeper. And the deeper it got, the more passionate Norman got. He gave into the more primal, emotional attraction that had been developing between himself and Taylor. Her wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and closer.
His hands moved from her back to her ass, gripping it through her tight denim shorts. She moaned into the kiss, the grabbed his hands, moving them to her shirt. Norm got the picture. He frantically unbutton her shirt, Taylor tossing it away. It left the blonde in a simple bra, holding back her breasts. Norm just couldn't stand that.
As Taylor began to grin on him, he pulled the cups of her bra down, lovingly taking her breasts into his mouth.
"Oh fuck... mmm, suck my titties Normie... ooh, just like that..." Taylor pulled him close to her, burying his face even deeper in her tits, something Norman clearly didn't mind. He lovingly kissed and sucked at one tit, flicking his tongue over her erect nipple before sucking it in his mouth and gently squeezing it in his hand before moving on to the next. He had never experienced Taylor's body like this and he wanted the total package.
He rolled her over on to her back and kissed her, a smile on her face as it broke. Her deep blue eyes watched as he kissed his way down her body until he arrived at her shorts. He unbuttoned and then unzipped them.
Taylor lifted her perfect legs straight up, allowing Norman to peel them off with ease. Before she could lower them, he grabbed them, keeping them put.
Norm gave Taylor a look before he started kissing at her ankles, then to her calf. Taylor loved the attention, licking her lips in anticipation as his lips and tongue moved ever closer south.
By the time Norman was at her thighs, Taylor's legs had made contact with the couch once more, and they were open, inviting Norman to get ever closer to his intended target.
Norman looked up at Taylor, returning his gaze while she leaned back on the couch, waiting for his approached. She breathed heavily while he kissed his way up her thighs, his fingers doing a little dancing of their own on their own journey to the same destination.
Before too long he was there. He used his fingers first, lightly running them on her pussy lips, making the blonde shiver a bit. He circled her clit with his middle fingers softly, so softly it was almost a tease.
"Unnnn yesss," Taylor hissed, her eyes fluttering a bit when Norm's tongue entered the fray. While he wasn't a pussy eater to the same degree that Karlie was, Norman was no slouch in the least. And a lot of that was an obvious passion for eating pussy. With one arm he held Taylor in place, as he went head first, literally, into pleasuring her.
"Ah.. aaaah... oooh, fuck... mmmm, right there... right fucking there...." Taylor moaned, her back arching when David's fingers went from working with his tongue in working her clit to inside of her, working their way in and out of her. When he grazed her g-spot, Taylor back arched, the golden haired vixen exhaling in a deep moan.
Norman sucked her clit, lightly grazing it with his teeth while he stroked it with her tongue. Her red nailed fingers ran through his black hair, holding his head in place as if Norman had anywhere else he wanted to be.
A lot could be said of Taylor as a lover. But greedy was never one of them. She grasped norm's hair and pulled him up to her lips, tasting herself on his when she kissed him. "Your turn now," she said.
Norman took Taylor's old position, leaning back on the couch. His own clothes were gone in a flash and now Taylor was between his legs. Her nails gently raked his thighs as a blue fired burned behind her eyes.
She kissed up his thighs, trails of red lips marks working their way up to his cock. He took a quick breath in surprise when Taylor lightly bit the flesh of his inner thigh. The blonde vixen gave him a wink before returning to her kissing, occasionally throwing another soft bite in until she got is balls.
Norman's cock was hard, stranding straight up and ready for all the attention Taylor could give...but she went for his balls first.
Norman rolled his back, moaning as Taylor licked his balls. She teased a bit at first, quick swipes with her tongue while she fondled them with her hands before full on sucking the orbs into her mouth.
"Oh shit.... wow, Tay... mmmm," Norm grunted. He'd had experiences with Taylor and he knee weakening blowjobs, but this one seemed to have a far more person touch. He couldn't quite pin down what she was doing different, all he knew was her felt it...and she hadn't even started sucking his dick yet.
With the warm up on his balls finished, Taylor slithered up to his cock, planting kisses all around until she softly grasped the rigid flesh in her warm, soft hand.
"Oooh, look at this," she said. "Already so hard for me," said Taylor. "That's what I've always liked about you. Ready and waiting. No warm up needed... but I always know it's appreciated."
Taylor straightened both her hands out and placed the palms lightly on his ride and began to move them up and down, giving him the teasingest handjob he's ever had.
"Just a little touch at first," she said, staring at his cock. "Not too much...that'll come later." She ran her finger tips up and down the shaft before stopping at the head and rubbing circles around it. Taylor let out a mischievous giggle when this made Norman shiver. She'd never really gone all out for him. Though he probably thought she did. She was that good and she knew it. But now...it was time to show him what a real deal Taylor Swift blowjob felt like.
"Oh fuck," he muttered as her red lips enclosed his cock head. Her hand pumped the shaft as her tongue swirled the mushroom tip. Then her lips moved down, taking him about halfway before dragging back up, her tongue snaking all around the flesh as she moved.
Then she did it again, a bit faster, her hand still pumping the shaft just a bit while the other one cradled and fondled his balls, even teasing his taint a bit with her nails.
Taylor released his cock and brought her lips to the base, kissing all around the roots, giving him just as much tender affection as wanton lust. This wasn't just a random fuck for either of them, or at least it didn't feel that way.
Taylor brought her mouth back to his cock and began to suck more fervently. Not too fast, but nothing close to slow. Just enough to drive him to that edge and hit the brakes before going over, just enough for the rush without the explosion. And judging from his moans, she was doing just that. And doing tat would lead to the main event that they both desperately wanted.
Taylor once again removed her mouth from his cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips. She crawled up his body, the tip of his cock leaving a trail of precum on her stomach. They kissed, lips locked deeply while Taylor got in position and mounted him. The two moaned and took a moment to look in each other's eyes.
"Wow," Norman said. He ran his hands over Taylor's body, settling on her ass. "Just...wow..."
"Wow? So soon? I can't wait to hear what you think we we really get into it." Taylor steadied herself, planting her hands on the back of the couch as she began to ride. "Mmm see? Already better. Mmmmmohhh... bet you wished you'd saved that wow, huh Normie?"
"Actually I don't know if wow would have fit this." he replied. "Wow's a bit underwhelming..." His hands took a firmer grip of Taylor's ass as his face to second trip to her breasts, taking a bit more to savor her taste.
"Oh.... oh, Norm...mmm... been way too long.... way too long since I had a cock like this..." Taylor sped up, her eyes shut as she the pleasure was rushing through her body. It had been way too long since she'd had a cock in her pussy, let alone one she actually would have had their without it being a business deal. That part made it feel a little bit extra good.
Norm's hands moved from her ass to the small of her back, supporting her almost as Taylor leaned back, her back arching and her tits presented even better than they had been before.
The two were deep into the sex, very deep. So deep that Taylor had forgotten that her coffee table hadn't yet been put in front of the couch. When her arms reached back, leaning for the table to lean on, she found nothing but empty space. She and Norm would have tumbled over if he hadn't pulled her close, nose to nose.
"How about we try this?" said, sealing it with a kiss. He laid Taylor down on the couch. She gave him a surprisingly soft smile, the kind he'd never seen her give anyone before.
"I know I'm hot and all Norm, but less staring more fucking," Taylor said. "But thanks, though."
"No problem." he replied, licking her lips before starting to drive into her again. Taylor moaned softly, licking her lips and loving how he was going deeper into her than before.
Her perfect legs wrapped around him, his pace increased and they couldn't stop if they wanted to.
"Harder... mmmm, harder, Norm...come on baby...give it... oooh, fuck baby, just like that!"
All Norman could do is reply in moans and grunts, a romantic caveman of sorts enjoying the fruits that Taylor's body was offering up. His lips were at Taylor neck, her face moved just enough to whisper breathy bits of encouragement in between moans. She loved to encourage he lovers. Loved to think of things to say to make them go harder for her. Make them go crazy for her. Sure, for business deals it was always the over the top naughty girl dirty talk, but for a moment like this, sweet and sensual nothings mixed with her own moans of approval were the seductive symphony that worked best.
Norman slid his arms under Taylor's back, grasping her shoulders, holding her closer as his pace increased. "Tay....oh fuck Tay...shit. Baby...fuck...."
"Yeah.... mmmm, fuck I love it... love your sick in me baby... oh I want more though... and I wanna give you more.... you want more?"
"Ohfuck baby yes...oh fuck so much more..."
"Mmmm, then how about...oooh, fuck yes right there don't stop....h-how about you fuck my ass sweetie?"
"Wait what?" Norm asked, briefly pausing the action.
"Mmm don't worry...," Taylor assured. "I want it... I want you in my ass.... you can have it...don't you want it?"
"Then pull out of my pussy and fuck my ass." She sealed the statement with a smoldering confident smile.
Norman kissed her before pulling out and Taylor got on all fours, leaning over the couch arm and shaking her booty for him.
With such a dish presented in front of him, Norman dove right in, eating Taylor's ass like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh WOW!" Taylor exclaimed. She was far, far from an anal virgin, but when presented with what Norman just was. Most them didn't hesitate to push forward as it were. Norman though, he was a welcome change. How his tongue was licking and probing her back door sent a unique crop of goose pimples on her flesh and a new tingle up her spine to mix with all the other sensations.
But still, Norman was only a human...and Taylor's ass was an irresistible force to him. He put his cock back in her pussy for a few pumps more before pressing the head against her backdoor.
Taylor hissed, sucking in air through clenched teeth as Norm pressed forward. Her red nails were digging in tight to the couch, but the grip slowly loosened when he began to play with her clit. Getting it in was always the hard part, but once it was in, smooth sailing...or at least fun sailing.
"Mmmm fuck," Norman growled, popping past the resistance. Taylor calmed down as well, flipping her blonde hair back and giving him a look over her shoulders.
"Oooh fuck that's tight," she said, a smile on her face. "But don't stop baby.... I want to cum...I want to cum with your dick in my ass...then you cum in my ass.... but make me cum first baby... nnng make... ooooh, fuck.... make me cum...."
"MMM gonna make you cum Taylor... oh, fuck baby..." his free hand slapped her butt, gliding up from the impact point up the sweaty curve of her body, grabbing her shoulder again. He pulled her back with every thrust. The pace form the beginning was far from slow, neither of them wanted that, not for this.
Taylor slid a hand between her legs, joining his own at her clit. They both began to breath hard and fast, almost in beat with the increased tempo. And while Norman was going faster and damn near lust crazed by the blonde vixen he was with, he was conscious enough to pay attention her body, what made her moan, shiver and shake...what to do and not to do to make her feel good. If she didn't get off he wasn't going to...or at east he wouldn't want to.
With Taylor's hand at her clit, Norman moved his arm around her waste, hooking her and pulling her up, her back to his chest. His lips were at her ear, his hot breath and moans and grunts up close and personal for her listening pleasure.
"Say you love my cock in your ass Taylor...mmmm fuck... oh, fuck... say it, baby..."
"Mmmmm, oh fuck, Normie I love.... oh fuck just don't stop... don't fucking stop baby because I'm so close... oh please keeping going!" The two kissed, hungrily, tongue's seeking each other out as he drove hard and fast into her ass, his free hands holding and squeezing her tits. It was the final stretch...and Taylor was shockingly ahead of the curve, much further along than she thought.
"OH HOLY SHIT!!!" she cried out, her body freezing in position as her orgasm his her like a sonic boom, after shocks quaking her with every thrust Norm drove into her. And that of course was the domino that set off Norman.
"FUCK YES TAYLOR!!!" he yelled. He pulled her tight, burying his face in her hair and neck as he pumped her as full of his seed, her desperate grunts of pleasure mixing with her owns as the both fell backwards on the couch.
Norman though this was recovery time. He was wrong. Taylor got off of his cock and spun around, giving him a kiss that was right in the middle of romance and drunken lust.
"I'm not done with you," she teased. She kissed his lips again, then his chin...his chest...his stomach, and then grabbed his cock, still pulsing and fresh from her ass. "You're gonna give me more cum."
"What?"
"I want to taste your cum too... I'm greedy... and what Taylor wants, she gets... fresh from the source...." Taylor then inhaled his cock, giving him a fast and furious blowjob that was almost too much for his still sensitive prick to handle.
Taylor was in glee as she saw his back arch and his face contort in the oddest feeling of pleasure Norm had ever felt, a pleasure he both needed to stop and never end at the same time. It was too intense. Taylor showed him a slight mercy, removing her mouth for a second only to replace with her hands that had just about as much mercy as her mouth.
"I know you got more for me," she said. "So gimme... gimme all of it baby... that's the deal...I give you everything I have I want everything you have..gimme... fucking give it to me!" Her mouth engulfed him again, ready to push him and push him until he couldn't take it anymore,. She was practically fucking him with her face, the pleasure was so intense he couldn't move.
The only movement he could make was a slight jerk of his hips, signalling is second orgasm in just a few minutes. No where near as big as the load that went up Taylor's mouth, but one big rope that went right on her tongue, making the blonde harlot go "Mmmm" around his cock. After that large robe, it quickly turned to a driblet and the well was dry.
Taylor released his cock and showed off her empty mouth before climbing back on the couch and cuddling with Norman. "Now we're done. Cuddle time."
"Cuddle time?"
"Norm, you just came in my ass and In my mouth. So yeah, cuddle time."
"I'm cool with that," he said as he wrapped his arm around her. "I'm guessing I'm staying the night."
"You guessed right." replied Taylor. "And lucky for you, I'm no blanket hog." She kissed his chest and looked up at him, resting her chin on the spot she had jut kissed. "I really like you. More than I should, probably...but I like you."
On that note, Norm's phone rang. He tried to ignore it before Taylor grabbed it from his pants and handed it to him from the cushion in the couch it had fallen on.
"It's cool, you can take it. Just tell whoever it is you're In for the night...I'll make it very worth it."
Norman smirked at her then saw the caller ID; Bella Thorne.
"Talk to me Bella," he said. "Oh...oh really. No I didn't know that. He decided to not inform me. Of course...of course I'd love to help you on that matter. ON the house, actually...I don't like being denied details like that."
The conversation seemed like normal business. Taylor was more than aware that Norm did work for Bella Thorne. Taylor herself was quite familiar with Bella's business, having hired Bella and several of her girls for her parties throughout her college career. However, Bella seemed to say something to Norman to not only get his attention, but decide Taylor needed to be in on this.
He gave the phone to Taylor and she brought it to her ears. "Yes Bella?" she asked. "He was going to WHAT? Well,of COURSE I'm mad...oh, hell yes I'd love to help. Thanks for the invite." Taylor handed the phone back to Norman, who ended the conversation with Bella.
"Well, that was certainly an informative call," Norm said. He pulled Taylor closer. "Still cuddle time?"
"Mmm hmmm," she responded. "Cuddles are pretty necessary when you're planning on utterly crushing someone. It's double the warm and fuzzies."
******
Everything was going to plan for Reggie. He was going to get a piece of the pie being horded by Bella and that Sophia bitch. And he had his crown jewel of Selena Gomez wrapped around his finger. It wasn't going to take much to nudge her into the business, he could read that much about her a minute after meeting her. Now that he was in her pants, it was a done deal.
And Bella? She didn't have a damn clue. Reggie had been smart this time, not trying to recruit anyone known to be loyal to Bella. He went for the ones who would want the same thing as he did: more.
Which made his payday from Bella even sweeter. Going up to her apartment, looking her in the eyes as she handed over the green he earned. The whore being the one to pay up...paying the guy who was about to take an even bigger chunk out of her income than the payday.
When the elevator door opened, he almost skipped from the joy. Nothing could go wrong. He reached for his key card only to find it wasn't working. But an electronics glitch wasn't going to bother him. He knocked on the door. Paul had opened the door.
"Bella wanted me to tell you that you're late," Paul said. "I don't care personally because it's what, ten minutes, but you know her."
"Oh yeah, very well." Reggie said. "Before half the town had that body, I did. But enough reminiscing. Time for the green."
Paul led Reggie in. Reggie was too distracted by his bright future that he didn't notice several things off. No background music. Only a few lights in the hall were on. Usually, Reggie would recognize the alarms these things were, but he couldn't right now.
The pair entered the main room, Bella waiting in a large chair, legs crossed and her face cold. Paul went to her side. Reggie was now feeling a bit uneasy. Bella rarely had a smile for him these days but this was a stone cold glare. Something was up.
"Ready for payday, Reg?" Bella asked, sipping from a glass of wine. "Ready for what you've earned?"
"I think so..." Reggie said. He took a few steps back from Bella, then thought better of it. He didn't know what was behind him, especially with all the lights dimmed.
"Good. But first, how about we bring out one for the new girls, hmm? Have you met all the new girls? Usually you're on top of all that. I know for SURE there's one you have met already. She already has such a good reputation. Repeat customers too." Bella smiled at him, a smile that sent a shiver down Reggie's spine. "Why don't I introduce you two, just in case?" Bella looked at Paul and nodded. Paul left, only to return with Kelli in tow. The moment he saw Kelli, Reggie's heart sank.
"You know, Kelli is not just an amazing cocksucker," Bella said. "She's smart. She can recognize a dumbass from about a mile away. Kelli, be a dear and tell Reggie what you told us."
"Well Bella, I thought he had cleared his expansion with you. I mean, he asked me to join up with it. So naturally I needed to ask the boss what it was all about."
"Clever girl, isn't she?" Bella asked.
"Bella, look, I can explain."
"Don't bother. You're out. Done. I asked around, talked to Sophia. You REALLY fucked up this time. You've crossed way more people than just me. And on top of all that, you were warned already by someone outside the business..."
That's when Bruno walked in, accompanied by representatives from the Irish mob and the Eighth Street Bangers. All three men were as wide as a car on their own and pure muscle and none looked all too pleased.
"I warned you Reggie," said Bruno. "I warned you."
"You messed with me, you messed with Sophia, you messed with the cops, you messed with the fine bosses of these men," Bella said. "And a few other people. Now, Reg, needless to say, any privileges you once had are revoked. You're done. Remember that with al the cops you've pissed off over the years. Now, we can lessen what else will happen to you...who're you partnering up with, and I don't mean your girl. Who's the rat betraying his boss?"
Reggie gulped. He was out. And probably in for a beating. He wasn't going to give up Ronnie. He could take the beating. But Ronnie would do much, much worse. Besides, with Ronnie he still had a shot.
"I don't know what you're talking about Bella."
"That's what I thought," Bella looked to the three gigantic men. "Grab him."
They did before Reggie could even make a move to run. Two holding his arms and one with his arm around his neck, ready to squeeze. Bella looked at him, a half-smile and eyes full of anger mixed with joy.
"Don't talk. You lost that right and there's nothing you could say to change your mind." She fiddled with the ring on her finger, the one with a large emerald in the center and turned it towards her palm. "You know what your biggest problem has always been? You think you're indispensable. Very wrong."
That's when Matt walked in, right behind Paul. "You brought in your own replacement. And he's good with things you aren't as well. Numbers, laws...and he;s an amazing lay. Really everything you're not."
"Never heard you complain," Reggie said. Defiant to the absolute end.
Bella laughed for a moment before gearing back and slapping Reggie across the face with her ring hand, the gemstone drawing blood. She then grabbed his face, her nails digging into his it.
"You listen to me you worthless little shit! You're done. Completely done. You try to take MY fucking livelihood away? MY FUCKING BUSINESS!" Two more hard slaps followed that. "Who do you think you're fucking with?!?" She kicked him in the groin, a move that finally wiped the grin from his face. Then her eyes turned to the three large muscle masses. "Do it. No broken limbs. He can walk out of wherever you dump him. But make sure he feels this for a good long while. And I want pictures.... oh, and boys, remember your payment... you all get to fuck me... one at a time or all at once. The better you do...the more I give you."
The three men look at each other and smiled. The one with his arm around Reggie neck squeezed just hard and long enough to knock him out and the three then drug him out.
Bella lit a cigarette then motioned for Dove. "Bring me my phone dear, I have a call to make."
The platinum blonde nodded and walked off and Paul walked towards Bella. "You think that did it?"
"Honey, the beating probably won't do it." Bella replied. "But he's being given a chance, which is more than he deserves. You heard what Kelli said he was ready to do. Film some poor girl getting fucked by him and his nameless partner without her knowing. Launch a website selling her services. But Reggie...he's so eternally fucking stupid. He actually hired MY tech guy, thinking I wouldn't find out. I have him on retainer. Mainly for moments like this."
Dove returned with Bella's phone and handed it off to her. Once it was unlocked, she found the name she was looking for, Norman. And this phone call was going to be a twofer. Reggie hadn't only messed with Bella, Sophia and several other "legitimate" business men. He had quite inadvertently crossed someone almost as spiteful as Bella herself when properly inspired with just about as much venom,if not more, when she struck. Bella recognized the girl Reggie had been with lately.. She knew Selena Gomez when she saw just from how often she'd been around her best friend Taylor Swift when ever Taylor hired Bella and her girls for a big party. And Norman was currently with Taylor, as he had been a lot for the last few weeks. She'd asked him to be hear for Reggie's little going away party, but Taylor had him otherwise occupied with helping her move into a new place.